The Legend of the Chalice of Gherhart Most Gruesome

In the land of Bedlam, nearly a millennium ago, a wealthy count named Gherhart Von Carrathon ascended to the throne of the Witch Realm of Elzar. After winning a decisive victory at the Battle of the Hollow Hills, Gherhart began the grisly practice of drinking the blood of his victims in an attempt to become invincible. Led by the demonic and false prophecies of a necromancer named Leia Nightfallen, he began conducting bizarre and offensive rituals with the intention of consuming his enemies power and knowledge, a practice considered by magical authorities as dubious in its efficacy.
During his years of conquest, prior to becoming King of the Witch Realm, Von Carrathon came into possession of a unique Onyx chalice, intricately carved by Drowish craftspersons, under a blood red moon, the chalice is adorned with perfectly faceted amethysts and rubies. Platinum adorns the edges and rim of the cup. The chalice belonged to the Sorcerer King, Boldakor, who had cherished it most among all his possessions. Boldakor bequeathed the cup to his daughter, Kira, on his deathbed. Kira, known as "Kira Quite Snowy," was despoiled and murdered by Von Carrathon, and the chalice taken as plunder. As her life left her body, she called down a curse upon Von Carrothon and any who drank from this chalice.
Word of the cruel and gruesome deeds of Von Carrathon and his eventual turn to "blood-drinker" spread throughout the world. A traveling wizard named Zharkal, a kind and gentle woman, came upon Von Carrothon performing a ritual and drinking the blood of a captured Sorcerer. Zharkal fought fiercely to save the sorcerer, but was eventually defeated by the count and his necromancers. As she lay dying, however, she cast a final curse upon the count. "Gherhart Von Carrathon, by the light of the dreaming star, I now name you 'Gherhart Most Gruesome.' May your days become poison and your nights become torture. The darkness that you worship shall become your prison. The blood you drink, will become your master. This chalice you stole from a beloved Queen will be a stone around your neck and she who possesses it will have dominion over your soul. You shall eat ashes and know nothing but loss, all the days of your existence. The years shall be like ages to you and death will deny you access to her bosom. Sleep in dirt and weep in sackcloth until the Day of the Great Reckoning, when you will be embraced by nothingness and the empty beyond!"
Following those words, a brilliant yet soft light came and took the body of Zharkal away. So bright was the illumination, it blinded Gherhart and his sorcerers for several days. When Gherhart recovered his sight, after three sleepless and nightmare laden days, he was transformed into something not quite human. The sunlight burned his skin and its warmth was agonizing. He sought the comfort of a nearby tomb and lay in darkness for several more days. When he emerged his thirst for blood was all consuming. He began to decay and wither when his hunger was most severe. He became hated and feared, eventually being driven from the throne and force to take up residence in the abandoned fortress at Ill Warning near the Lake of Grief. It is said he has hidden the chalice, knowing the curse had permanently bound his fate to that of its. The cup continues to torment him, it's ghostly and accusing voice speaking to him in dreams and visions. He knows that if anyone were to retrieve the cup, he and his powers would become enslaved to its bearer, until it drove Gherhart mad, headlong into the empty beyond. It is this void he fears now more than any sweet and merciful death denied him forever.