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Lucian of Verac was but a legend amongst the common folk of Bretonnia after he left Bretonnia for war within the Empire of Sigmar. A peasant who, through valor and will, became not only a Knight of Bretonnia but a chosen of the Lady was something that many inspired to.
However, after he had died fighting Vlad Von Carstien, it was said that his ghost wandered about the lands. Where the Lady had seen his service fulfilled it was rumored that Morr did not wish to allow his greatest Champion to reject bringing his greatest Champion into his domain. The Priests of Morr told the peasants and nobility that this rumor was unfounded, that Morr did not have an undead servant for he abhorred their kind, yet reality seemed to speak differently.
It was a title he gained in life that charactorized his life after death. When one dawned the armor of the Black Knight of Bretonnia, he was known as the Harbinger of Ruin. That wherever a Black Knight walked that the forces of Chaos would come out to challenge the being for he was forever a stain upon their pride.
None within Bretonnia, let them be Noble or Peasant, would dare ever wield both a Scythe and wear such armor together. To do so was invoking the specter of the Ruinous Knight and bring about the destruction of one’s own homeland.
Yet even though all understood this they sighted a being with such wargear. Armor that was black fashioned with gold edging, so expertly crafted that it would rob even the merchants of Marienburg of all their wealth. His scythe, larger than even a man, was said to clear through both flesh and armor with unnatural ease.
It was rumored that two hundred years after his death that the spirit was finally put to rest by the Priests of Morr. That as a tentative peace fell upon the lands of Bretonnia and the Empire that that he was finally allowed to rest.
In 2493, when the first sailors of Bretonnia arrived in the lands known as Lustria, did they see something upon the rocks south of their destination. The men who witnessed the ghost of the Harbinger said that he rode on top of a black drake and pointed away from their destination. Out of fear that he who announces Ruin would bring it upon them, the Sailors had nearly shattered their ships to steer clear of the waters he guarded.
No Bretonnian Sailors dared go south of those Rocks, now known as the Black Knight’s peak. Beyond the Black Knight’s peak was named by the Imperials who learned too much. Whispered in thin strains of their sanity, they called it the Vampire Coast.
