Born from the ashes of a dying phoenix, Knarlvik rose to his feet, and assumed the mantle of the Chosen One of the Great God Stumblewyk…
Ah, I’m just kidding. Knarlvik is just some chump that Stumblewyk pointed to one day and said, “Do my bidding, mortal.” To which Knarlvik promptly responded, “Screw you, ethereal voice in my head!”