Jarvis used to be a Brettonian Noble. He was honourable. He had virtues. One day, one of his Villages was pillaged by chaos raiders. He chased them for months, with a small military contingent. He followed them across the border princes.. through the empire, wracked in civil war once more. Past Kislev.. into the chaos wastes. There, the catastrophe slowly began. One by one, his fellow soldiers fell to strange diseases. Every time he lost a companion, he chased the chaos with more determination.

Finally, he was left, as the only person. He vowed to keep chasing them untill he or they were dead.

On day 50 he finally caught up. He had not been the only one suffering losses from the mutating essence of the wastes... only a single, old Warrior and the girl were alive... She was still alive! He shouted a challenge. The Warrior accepted. An epic struggle followed. Jabs, blows, and many a strike were exchanged, only to find steel instead of flesh. They were at a standstill.. then the Warrior started laughing.

"Why do you laugh!" Jarvis shouted.
"Because", the Warrior replied, "Your quest is futile. The girl is no longer a girl. and you are no longer a noble. You are now both nothing more than Chaos wretchlings.. Nothing more than one of us."
"You LIE!" Jarvis exclaimed
"Just look at the girl" the old Warrior said. With that, he turned the cage..
It wasn't a girl anymore.. whatever looked back at him was no longer human... He looked in his sword.. and the face staring in the cold steel.. it was no longer his.

With a scream he threw himself on the floor. "Just end my life" He told the Warrior.

"No. My master.. he has other plans. My name is Wargo Fleshtear. I used to be a Jester.. with that, he took off his helmet..and a Monstrous clown looked at his face. "Follow me... At least i can give you some... honour to die for."

And Jarvis followed him...into Damnation