I, Black Marauder, rose from the Youdig. A treacherous quagmire reputed to be the entrance to Purgatory. It was from this place that Ankou, the dreaded Death Spirit, cast me out to become one of the Dark Riders. The Dark Riders rode through the night spreading evil and terror amongst the people. Somehow, no one is really sure how or why, I was seperated from them and became the condemned Dark Rider.... lost from those I had once called my family. Many moons later amidst a fierce battle... thinking that fate had a funny way of always placing me in the middle of raging battles... I held my sword as it began it's deadly descent striking a decisive victory. It was then, as I looked down, that I realized I had just had a hand in the destruction of one of my own kind. From that day on, I was never as sure about good and evil, as I was about my own dark beginnings.