A Deathlord who rivals the First and Forsaken Lion, the Supreme Shogun of the Charnel Fields seeks to outperform the forces of Oblivion's chief ironclad warrior at every turn. To that end he has fashioned himself a considerable suit of full plate armor that he takes a perverse delight in donning on a whim, as if to taunt the Lion's perverse and permanent encasement in his. This rivalry is consistently something that the Neverborn revile and rail against, as they feel that petty contests of vanity and ego are ill suited for its champions of death, but they cannot deny the profane success of the Supreme Shogun, so perhaps his wickedness spares him the worst of their torment for now. Since the Lion was the first of the ancient Solar ghosts to turn to the side of the Neverborn, and his epithet of Oblivion's General is by no means undeserved, it cannot be denied that the Lion deserves all of his reputation, but then he lacks the flair for the macabre that the Shogun possesses.

While the Lion has his Legion Sanguinary, the force with which he would like to basically murder every living thing in Creation in an orgy of war and bloodshed, one of the greatest hallmarks of the Shogun's forces is the insidious, shadowy Cirque du Noir, led by the Midnight caste known as The Weary and Bleak Ringmaster. A multiverse-spanning cancer that ties multiple organizations dedicated to enslavement and debauchery together, the Cirque is as perverse as the Legion is bloodthirsty. It specializes in abducting and converting countless poor souls who fall into the long shadows of its circus tents, transforming them into actors, clowns and acrobats who perform and debase themselves into hideous death spirals.

Of course, he would be a poor Shogun without any samurai, so the Deathlord commands a considerable army of the dead and undead himself; the Army Perverse, 400,000 in number, they are led by one of his most trusted Abyssals, Horror's Hand With Talons of Onyx, and serve as the strong mailed fist to the Cirque du Noir's velvet glove. The Shogun operates out of Creation's South, based around the shadowland which once bore the name of the Deadly Crescent- once a breeding ground and laboratory for developing the most atrocious beasts and human hybrids, it fell to rot and ruin when the secret of its existence got out and the collective horror of the masses forced its creators to abandon it to become a shadowland. From there, he has his base of operations: the Dead Matsuri, a combined city and military training grounds built from and around the labs, a place in a constant state of festival- albeit one celebrating darkness, mayhem and death. The debased decendants of those many forms of crafted and mutated life are now the whetstone upon which the Army Perverse sharpens its blades. When not in their own base of operations, many members of the Cirque du Noir train their essence and combat skill here, and Horror's Hand and the Bleak Ringmaster perform a tete-a-tete where their two organizations meet and mingle, and plot and prepare. As a Deathlord he is said to represent the inevitable downfall into wickedness rather than the more personal and sexual denigration that the Lover embodies.

It is said that where the Lion has wisdom, the Shogun has charisma, and many consider his ability to twist the minds of ghosts and beings of the underworld to be the dead's twisted mirror on the Ebon Dragon's hateful wicked lies. Unique among the Deathlords, he is able to transform practically even the most pious ghost into a hateful shade by feeding them lies, mesmerism and outright mind control, and specializes in sending the ghosts of parents, loved ones and ancestors on their living kin having twisted them into beings of hate and vengeance. What he cannot corrupt in spirit, he relies on the countless agents of the Cirque to corrupt in corpus, preaching the wonders of forbidden pleasure and the majesty of death. Since the Circus Moribund once belonged to fellow Deathlord the Lover Clad in the Raiment of Tears, many speculate that the organization was either torn from the Lover's grasp and devoured, or perhaps some twisted alliance they maintain made the Circus into a gift between the two.

It is well known that the Shogun is also versed in the secrets of the first age and of lost Autochthon, for greatest among his panopoly is that which is known as the two Hammers of Heartbreaking, a pair of necrotech piston-driven megaton hammers whose complex mechanical design bears the unmistakeable hallmarks of the Great Maker. The bones and soulsteel used in their construction is no less than the soulforged spirit of his own Lunar mate, Earthminder. Although he promised to love her until the end of time, Earthminder felt the call to agriculture and publically announced that she was leaving for the East to aid in their terraforming efforts there with another Solar and his mate. The shame and betrayal hurt him so much that he took great delight in turning her screaming, shamed remains into the raw materials for his most faithful and favourite weapon.

Indeed, following the return of Autochthonia to Creation, he is fascinated by the possibility of him succumbing to his void cancer and becoming a new Neverborn himself, the whispered Engine of Extinction. As a former Twilight and master of artifice, the works of the Great Maker and what the hold of death could do to him- and them- fascinates him, and perhaps he could even ply himself into a position of alliance when the Engine is unborn.

Furthermore, in the darkest corners of the Labyrinth it is whispered that the Shogun has a darker and more blasphemous goal than anyone would consider- he wants to kill MORE Primordials, adding their corpse-tombs to the crushing weight of the Labyrinth and increasing the ranks of the insanely tormented Neverborn. Considering the unending torment of the existing ones, and the sheer fact that the entire purpose of the Abyssals' quest is to end this suffering by finally casting everything that can be into Oblivion, the idea of subjecting additional Primordials to this unspeakable living death is tantamount to insanity-- but such is the Shogun's secret madness, and his ultimate secret goal.

The jewel of truth at the heart of the lotus is a terrible thing. In fact, the entire scheme of the Supreme Shogun is that he is engaged in a terrible alliance with none other than the Ebon Dragon. The Supreme Shogun was once an ancient Solar; Twilight caste Admiral-Artificer Seralin. Seralin was a vengeful Solar who, among other atrocities, created the mechanized Brass Leviathan by devouring the mind of an elemental dragon who offended him. As a ghost, following his quiet assassination by another Lunar who supported the goals of Earthminder, he was determined to overcome the First and Forsaken Lion and prove he was as good at making war as he was- and that was when the Dragon approached him for the weaving of a wicked alliance.

Naturally, both of them are keeping secrets from one another- Shogun believes that if the Neverborn support the Reclaimation, there will be countless scores of dead and thriving Shadowlands to take advantage of, and even the ghosts of those slaughtered in the planned Lotus Massacre that could give birth to a whole new breed of Deathlord. The Ebon Dragon knows that there are many, many more Solar Exaltations that the hold of death could easily lay claim to, and an agreement of 'give us more Exaltations to corrupt and we will find a way to snip your ties to Creation' is both something that even the Neverborn would agree to and the one deal that even the Ebon Dragon would keep. Keeping Celestial Exaltations out of the Neverborn's hands is an admirable goal, as they would control far more than the Yozi would even if they were free. And of course, there is the terrible possibllity that some Fetich Souls die, new Neverborn are created, and perhaps the Yozi would look kindly on their tormented bretheren well enough to find a way to end them for good.

It works out well for everyone- the Shogun has a fallback and an excuse for the death of some Yozi, and the Ebon Dragon gains more Solars to inscribe his black will upon. To this end, the resources of the Ebon Dragon fuel both the Cirque du Noir and the Army Perverse, and he causes chaos and lures key figures into the darkness that could harm the success of the Reclaimation. With the power of ultimate darkness at his side, there is no long shadow in the multiverse that the Supreme Shogun cannot reach into, or so he thinks...