Morbuzaan, King of Oceanus Expeditus moved on to a new Ocean.  One called Malachite, and with his well-know, and well-loved mates found a new flag, Vexillum, and all was well.  Until Morbuzaan fell through a hole in the world, that is.  A Hole in the world that left him drifting endlessly in a strange world between worlds.  No one knows what he saw in this world that is no world, but whatever it was, it changed him deeply.  He was no longer a Pirate King, no longer a Captain of ships.  This new Morbuzaan, Morbuzaan the Chaotic, through some newfound strength latched on to another world. 

    What world, he was unaware, but anything was better than that never-world he had been in for months.  Realizing that his current body would not only stand out, but also get him killed in this world, Morbuzaan found a new body, and took his first true steps into this world.  The World Suited him, he decided: Chaotic like his soul had become, with plenty of enemies to crush beneath his iron will.  As he continued to explore his new home, he realized that alone, he was not a sufficient fighting force.  He needed an army.  Two days later, upon the battlefields of Nordland, Morbuzaan the Chaotic was successfully commanding a warband assaulting the forces of Order. 

    During a lull in the fighting, he offered his companions the chance to form a more Permanent Army with him, Five of them accepted his offer, and they flew to the Inevitable City, and founded the Army of Wrath.  And as the Army of Wrath began to develop, and gain more soldiers, the gods deemed the world unready, so they rebuilt it from the blood and bone of those inhabiting it. Their Souls still free, however, the inhabitants of that old world found new bodies in this new world, And The Army of Wrath gained new philosophy, new hate, new wrath.  And thus Dominion was born.