Morbidunum was once human... Once fair in appearance and once bountiful with a loving heart. He had a fair wife, Illysa. So jealous was the God of Sorrow that he took to his best efforts to torture Morbidunum, to break his very spirit. To no avail did this work... until Illysa was found dead... This broke Morbidunum, and so he forged a suit of Iron. In its workings his very tears formed creases and streams, veins of pure pain. He then donned this suit and cast himself forth into a local lake. So it was that he sunk and his life expired... yet so great was his sorrow, so heartfelt his pain... that his sheer agony overpowered that of the being that had caused this torture. So his place he took... and still takes... Sat atop a throne of shattered happiness and bitter sweet memories...