Listen ye princes to a tale of how a mere mortal man becomes a MOD. Between the time of the rise of the Sons of Arius and when the oceans drank Atlantis, there was an age undreamed of.
Unto this age, BiO the Barbarian, was born on a battlefield and through much suffering on the Vanir Wheel of Pain transformed his body into the twisted visage of steel (ok, tin..really really hard tin) it is today.
After winning his freedom and much glory by his own hand, BiO ruled over his lands with an iron fist and a troubled brow. It was then that an envoy of Crom, dressed as a clown, placed BiO amongst the stars to claim his rightful place amongst the Mods in Vahalla. In the vast halls of Valhalla, he gazes down upon the day to day ministrations of mortal-kind with an impassive eye, mocking the unworthy and bestowing the knowledge of the Riddle of Steel upon those most fit to use it.
It was an age of high adventure...
Ok, so I've been reading a few Conan novels lately..what of it?!