I said I would work on your lore, so here goes.
"The lashes that berated his back had long since healed, but the scars left behind will never disappear. Olik looked in the mirror as he applied a salve to the tender muscles, his eyes full of fire burned bright with an endless rage. He gently replaced his shirt taking care not to reopen his wounds. Chaos beckons, the prestige of order crumbles for its arrogance knows no bounds. The righteous will fall to their knees and beg for mercy, just as they made him. The sounds of whips lashing and cracking echo in his mind, the memory still causing him to tremor and shake. All because he would not execute a man, now his wounds have healed and though his body remains scarred, Olik will show them the true order of the world: Chaos.
It is a wonder, those that serve the balance. They think their laws and order make them superior, but they are men too, and all men bleed. Olik oiled the chains of his Kusari-Gama, insuring each chain would not rust from the recent blood splattered across its length. Olik would file his allegiance with Zed, and those that represented order would know his wrath, they would know his fury. On the fields of justice he would show them what true humility was. For it was they that delivered the lashes upon his back, and it was they who would fall to the very same fate."
"You push and push until we crack, now that I have you will feel my wrath, I will return the favor of lashes to your back."