You were a heretic, more or less atleast... your father was and you followed where ever he went. so you became one and you started enjoying it... until your father died during a ambush on 'The Vessel' a few weeks later the heretics numbers were growing thin... and then... just you... no Bishops... no friends... just you... all you could do was run... so you packed your things... and as you put the bag on your back and walked out the tent... right Infront of you... stood HIM the Lamb L- "tsk tsk tsk... where do you think your going?"