Vardan Kreel was once a High King among the loyal Knight Worlds, a lord whose honour was spoken of with reverence across a dozen systems. When the Great Rift tore open and his world was swallowed by warp-storms, Kreel led his household in a desperate defence that lasted years. But the storms did not relent, and one by one his oaths were broken, to protect his people, to hold his walls, to keep faith with a silent Emperor who sent no aid. In the end Kreel broke the last and greatest oath of all, and swore himself to darker powers in exchange for the strength to survive.
Now he rides as a Dreadblade, a lord without a world, his household scattered and his heraldry defaced. He owes fealty to no god and no warband, selling his ruinous might to whoever will point him at the Imperium he blames for his fall. Those who have faced Kreel speak of a warrior of terrible, mournful fury, a fallen king who fights not for glory nor for the Dark Gods, but to punish the master who abandoned him and all who still kneel before the Golden Throne.