Finkleberg the Terribly Awful

Finkleberg the Terribly Awful is just that, an awful smelling, awfully dressed, awfully dangerous fellow in a dress and survives entirely on butter and blood. He has transcended time, going from medieval days to the 17th century. Never has he been defeated and he has gone more powerful the longer he lives. Can he be stopped? Perhaps, perhaps not.

He first was wiping out villages by himself. Quite a feat, but he was just an oddly dressed mortal at the time. If the lords knew what bloodshed this beast would bring, they would have stopped him before he killed enough to grow in power.

Lord Logarson of the Nords knew what was coming and took an army to try and stop him. His army was strong and victory seemed possible, but the power of Finkleberg was too powerful.

Finkleberg made his way into the desert, in hopes for a fight. None would stand against him in the west. his legacy was too great. He found a fight with a desert patrol. They stood no chance against the demon.

He lie in rest for hundreds of years afterward, lost in the desert. He was awoken when a battle broke out near him. His legacy had been lost, so the survivors (not knowing what evils he had commited) took him back to Eastern Europe with them. He seemed normal enough, his clothes had deteriorated and his bloodlust seemed to have been quenched. He then got a taste of butter, and the craziness came back. He slaughtered his former friends with his bare hands. He grabbed a new set of clothes and a new axe.
The Polish lords heard of this act and one knew of the name. He was Lord Logarson's descsendant. He took an army of the finest men he could and tried to stop Finkleberg before it was too late.

Morale of the story, don't eat only butter or you will go kill crazy and become ridiculously strong.