The Pale King sits amongst Yss’s fel pantheon, each an embodiment of chaos in one form or another. One of two orbiting avatars of chaos undivided, The Pale King and The Beast take a central position in the pantheon of the avatars. They each represent the raw nature of chaos, neither favouring one aspect of its quintessence nor the gods formed and nourished by it.
The Pale King’s legend rose at the end of the Age of Chaos, when malevolent minds sundered one of the realmgates and a horde of untold horrors swept through Yss wiping out civilisations and driving the primitive mortal tribes into desperate acts of survival and heroism. The first tale linked to him recounts the end days of the fel forces rampage. During this time the tribes of men and the remnants of Yss’s other people managed to hold the line against the hordes. Relief came from unexpected quarters, it was during this period that the first Orruks arrived in Yss. It is believed that they pursued the horde through the diminishing gateway and set about them with relish, breaking the back of the invasion and nearly annihilating each other.
The native tribes that had sundered the realmgate had run rampant across the land they coveted tearing down the idols and infrastructure of interlopers sent to “enlighten” them and the rest of Yss. Within this broken kingdom The Pale King rose from amongst the ash and blood and led his followers into battle against the tribes that were carving up the kingdom. Within a scant few years he had driven them all into another coalition, one where they sought to end his ceaseless persecution of their tribes. They chose to draw him to bloodied ground, the site they had shattered the first army of the interlopers. Unfortunately for them he was quite well prepared. He had turned many of the rampaging beasts unleashed by the gates sundering to his will, either through mystic means or through lash and chain. They rampaged through the tribal horde gutting the heart of their defenses while he and his followers waded in and cut down their kings, chiefs and shamans. By the end the beasts tired and wandered away from the battlefield, their purpose served and their appetites satiated. The Pale King rounded up the surviving tribesmen and had them all executed and disposed of. This was the first step on his apothesis to the creature described in the modern accounts.
Like so many of the fel horde that resided within the desolation we know as the Sundered Wastes, The Pale King carved out a new kingdom and built a home for himself and his followers, Kul Zhahiir. Few descriptions exist, but those that do talk of jagged obsidian towers, a pit of darkness, and a vast impossible fortress suspended above it. We know more of his deeds across Yss than we do the nest in which he resides.
The Pale King carries an ancient shield along with his favoured weapon, Scourge. This spear is noted down as being in his possession from the earliest accounts, along with his shield. However their description has changed with each account over the millenia. Scourge has changed the most, from an average but sturdy spear into an object of profane power. Its original steel long gone, replaced with what the fel tribes call Blackstone and we call Wyrdstone, Witchstone or Warpstone. Those killed by it are turned to ash or rot away immediately, and those that are merely wounded can suffer all manner of fates, from persistent searing pain, sudden virulent infections, maddening blood poisoning, to rapid mutation and disfigurement. Even when The Pale King is banished and his army broken, Scourge and his shield always make their way back to Kul Zhahiir and into his clutches.
The name Malphus Seir is the earliest name that any scholar can associate with The Pale King, a name he gave to a foolish amateur mage dabbling with shards of Witchstone in a folk tale from the Al’Arkan region. Since then there have been variations of this name in numerous tales of his deeds. But it is unlikely this is his true name, for knowing a demonic entities true name gives you power over them, and none would be foolish enough to openly offer it. Who he truly is and was is lost to time, and only a mad man would try and dig that deep.
Excerpt taken from “A Compiled Grimoire of The Fel, The Demonic, and the Heretic” by Marus Von Helmar, Witch Hunter”