Varrekk Stone

Varrekk Stone is a Freelord Commander in The Vanguard and has been for essentially his entire life, a member of the organization. Pushed to it by an attack upon an Aasimar he had called a friend in his earlier years living and working in and around the Godless Peninsula, his job as a smith bringing him various clients from various locations and walks of life. When he met his friend Yira, the two became close after repeated orders submitted to the smith in the town of Exile's Gate. Becoming good friends due to Varrekk's unbigoted sense of closeness to the Aasimar, the two of them would spend much of their freetime together, fantasizing about a better world, one that was the opposite of the harsh and brutal one they both inhabited now.   Yet like all things in Meria, it is not to last for an eternity. Varrekk would endure a blow emotionally when a Hate Mob would manifest outside of his smithy one day, venturing deep into the unclean portion of the town in a rare show of fervor. Killing many, the final stop was his smithy near the southern gate. The pair were sharing a drink outside when the mob approached. Despite attempting to retreat into the attached house Varrekk had, the mob was inconsolable. They bashed down his door, smashed his window and like mindless drones beat Varrekk within an inch of his life, and took Yira's life as their final toll upon the town of Exile's Gate.    Recovering over months from the brutal beating he had endured, Varrekk saw his work slipping away from him, the quality no more what it once was. He was alone again, that orphan on the streets of Cetral who stole and begged for scraps who had managed to make something of himself. Had even found a friend, maybe even someone to love. One night, in a brutal rage he would nearly destroy his entire home and then go to his smithy, and fashion a plain, featureless silver and iron mask.    Taking his finest armor and weaponry he had crafted and kept he would don it, no longer caring about living the life had so painstakingly created from nothing, he would leave, hyping himself into a frenzy to go and kill every guard he could find until he would inevitably be taken down and killed for his murderous rampage. Hate deeply. That was what he was doing. As he draws his master craft short swords and approaches a dozing guard, he is pulled into an alley.    A man cloaked and masked as well simply tells him:   "Your rage need not die here. Come with me," is all he would say. Varrekk would debate himself for a moment but ultimately obey the stranger, and from there, his path and journey in The Vanguard would begin.