As a tiefling child he was often ridiculed and beaten in the streets.

Kol quickly learned to avoid

major population centers and grew up as a on outcast living in the nearby forests.
At the age of 16, while attempting to steal food from a camp in the woods, he was caught
by a man named Narfi Thorgil, leader of a band of outlaws calling themselves "Narfi's Bane."
Kol won the outlaws respect when he refused to cry or release his hold on the loaf bread during
the subsequent beating. Narfi gave the young tiefing the option of continuing to live in the forest
or taking on the role of his servant. An offer which Kol accepted in exchange for rations.
Over the next 10 years he grew and raided with the band eventually becoming the
Second in Command. Narfi's Bane became Local Folk legends, targeting rich merchants and
corrupt politicians traveling between cities.
In the fall of his 26th year he was assigned an unusual mission. He was to lead a raid on
a lone traveler. While Narfi planned the raid he told Kol he had other obligations and sent the
rest of the band as support. When the band attacked the traveler pulled a massive Glaive from
thin air and quickly cut down 5 men. Attempting to save his companions, Kol tackled the man
wrestling him to the ground. As they struggled Kol grabbed ahold of the Glaive attempting to
tear it free. As he did so something shifted.
He found himself suddenly in a grey land. From the sluggish and foul smelling swamp at
their feet to the broken and jagged peaks in distance not color or sign of life could be seen.
"My time is done."
Kol jumped at the voice, only then noticing an old man sitting on a rock beside him. It was
the man from the ambush. A red mist swirled around the man then a voice sounded.
"Yes, you served me well, even if you did not mean to do so."
"Bah, I died in battle against a worthy foe. You shall have no claim on my soul, nor shall
be your instrument in the world any longer." As the words passed his lips his skin began to turn
to ash and crumble away.
"True, but there shall always be another." The mist replied, swirling faster around the man
as if trying to hold onto his disintegrating form. Kol thought for a moment that he saw a winged
horse swooping towards the man, but as he rubbed his eyes the image was gone and only ash
and the mist remained.
The mist swirled towards him, darkening to a deep crimson as it eddied forward. "You will
serve me better than he did, and in return I will make you powerful beyond measure." Kol
stepped back and opened his mouth the refuse but the words caught in his throat. As stood
rooted to the spot as visions flashed through his mind. The grey world superimposed on the
world he knew. The bones of all his friends dried by the harsh winds. The all life become ghosts
save for beings so alien and evil they could not be described. He saw this and knew he was
looking into his own future.
Bile welled up in his throat as he saw what would come pass, but with it a spark of hope.
Somehow he knew with certainty that if he ran, if he hid, if he did nothing, this future would
come to pass. The only chance to change things was to join with the entity. To struggle from the
inside to prevent what was coming.
Kol heard his own voice croaking words in a tongue he knew, but had never known. The
primordial language. Yet he understood it all the same, "I will serve."
With that he snapped back to this plane. He stood on the road where the ambush had
taken place. The man's glaive, Atgier he knew it be called, was in his hands. Around him lay the
bodies of his companions. Every one slain. Their blood splattered his face and covered his
hands.
"I know you will attempt to defy me," the voice of the mist, the voice of Atgier, sounded in
his head. "Your predecessor did the same, and only escaped his fate by dooming you. You can
fight me or embrace me, either way you will be my instrument."
With those words ringing in his mind the weapon vanished. Yet he could still feel it there,
and knew he had only to reach out and he would grasp the shaft. He returned to the camp but
found Narfi had fled, taking much of the bands loot with him. Despondent Kol traveled into the
woods, determined to keep this evil away from the world. Yet it seemed he could not avoid the
world forever. A lone traveler was never safe and over the years he would face more than his
share of bandits and monster attacks. At first he tried to avoid using Atgier, but when his life was
at stake he would eventually find the weapon in his hands, Atgier laughing in his mind. At times
it felt as if the weapon wielded him instead of the other way.
Tired of wandering Kol begin to teach himself to use Atgier. To control the power the
weapon gave him. Striving to do good in the world, he returned to waylaying the rich and
corrupt. Yet each night he still dreamed of the grey world, and the desperate fate he struggled to
escape.