LORE & BACKGROUND

Among the many warriors sworn to the Alchemic Order, none unsettle as deeply as Ser Varnax. Once celebrated for his precision and discipline, he now fights with a body swollen by the final stages of the Order’s affliction. Pitted and blistered beneath heavy, rust-eaten armor, he moves not with strength, but with defiant control.

His belly-plate, warped and stained, anchors movements that recall a distant past of arenas and formal combat. Each duel is a ritual. Each footfall measured. His sun-mask remains fixed in place, veiling what little flesh remains beneath, while the slow gargle of his breath echoes through its vents.

In both hands, he wields crescent axes carved with the radiant sigil of the Sun. Repaired and re-blessed after every battle, they are tools of brutal exactness. Varnax fights not for glory, but to complete the story he began long before his body betrayed him.

To some within the Order, he is a figure of discomfort, a walking reminder that valor offers no immunity from decay. Yet none speak against him. He has never refused a challenge. Never broken a vow. Until the affliction claims him fully, Ser Varnax will carve out honor with ruined hands and unwavering intent.

The Duelist | STL | The Alchemic Order

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