Mhorgoth the Faceless is arguably the most powerful Necromancer ever to blight the world, a twisted and ancient being that was old even before the mountain folk sealed the gates of their subterranean cities to the world above. What little is known of his past is clouded in darkness, lost in the mists of time. What is known is that Mhorgoth is hated the length and breadth of the known world, classed as enemy to all living beings, be they animal, man, Elf or Dwarf. As mad as he is powerful, Mhorgoth has sworn a pact to see every living creature perish, and he will not rest until the world is populated only by the dead.
Mhorgoth was once a man, and his talent in the sorcerous arts, even as a child, was far beyond those of any of his kinsmen. It is believed that the Elves took Mhorgoth into their realm when he was a but a boy, partly to help guide and teach him, but also to keep him under close watch. He was a handsome child, charismatic and full of life, with golden hair and a happy demeanour. That was all to change, however. Tragedy followed Mhorgoth like a curse, and as the years rolled by, everything and everyone that he cared for was torn from him.
As he grew from a child into a haunted, bitter man, Mhorgoth devoured every lesson in magic with a hunger that the Elves found staggering and more than a little disturbing. How and when he was introduced to the dark arts of Necromancy is a matter of great speculation, but whatever the case, Mhorgoth’s expertise in the dark arts was finally revealed. The discovery was met with shock, revulsion and sadness by the Elves. Mhorgoth fled, carrying with him a grimoire containing all his cursed teachings, but he was hunted down and reluctantly sentenced to death.
As his earthly flesh was consumed in the Eternal Flames, Mhorgoth cursed those who had sentenced him, and so became truly damned. Even as his hair and robes were consumed in flames, and the flesh and muscles of his face bubbled and ran like liquid, he unleashed the full extent of dark powers for the first time. When he was spent, there was no living creature within a mile of his location. With his flesh burnt beyond all recognition, Mhorgoth stumbled from the grove in agony.
Forever more Mhorgoth would live with that agony on a daily basis, and the stink of burning flesh hangs around him like a pall. Repulsed by his own horrifically burnt countenance, he crafted himself a mask of iron and hammered it into his still raw flesh, thus becoming the terrible being known as the Faceless. He retreated from the world for many years, during which time his bitterness and madness slowly consumed him.
As the passing decades rolled into centuries, his life now unnaturally prolonged through dark pacts and his cursed arts, a plan began to formulate in his ravaged, agonised mind. After two hundred years of self-exile, Morgoth emerged at the head of the largest Undead Legion the world had ever seen, with just one burning aim consuming him; to exterminate the living, and re-populate the world with the dead.