A once proud noble from Stirland in the Empire, he was cursed with an
unfortunate problem. He had a habit of gambling and drinking. During
one such night of drunken gambling, he bet his entire estate on one roll
of the dice. He lost.

Stumbling out of the ale house, he soon wandered into the forests near
the town. He fell into a drunken stupor by a tree. Upon awakening, he
found himself face to snout with a lycan. During the ensuing struggle,
rather one sided to be honest, Lyca was bitten several times. Faced with
doom, he was saved by a group of Huntsmen who had been tracking the
beast through the forest for days.

His original problem soon gave way to a more inhuman one. He rampaged
through the town, killing at will. Nagash soon heard of this, and sent a
team to capture him. None came back. Again, a group was sent. One
zombie came back, though it was really only a pair of legs. The third
team though was successful, and Nagash's team gained some much
needed speed.