The Life And Death Of Varlan Gerofe

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Varlan Gerofe

 

Nicknames: Var Var

Age: 29 at his death

Gender: Male

Race: Human, Northerner

Status: Dead
 

Description

Height: 6’1”

Weight: Was around 210 Lbs.

Body Type: Was a tad bit on the chunky side with broad shoulders.

Eyes: Had one sky blue eye on his left. The right eye had an orange pupil with gold where any normal eye would have white. His right eye was surgically implanted.

Hair: Blonde

Skin: Was a bit pale

Markings/Tattoos: scar on his face. Went through his left eye on an angle that coursed down to his lower jaw.

Health: Not too good considering he’s dead.

Personality: He was brash and ignorant to a point. Though he had a calmer side with those he knew in his life. Often aiding his fellow Delvers in many ways that were to aimed for the wellbeing of the guild.

Inventory: Nothing, considering he’s dead.

Further Details: -


Life Style


Alignment*: Neutral good

Deity*: None

Religion: None

Alliance/Nation/Home: Delvers/?/Ac’talarah

Job/Class: Delver Regent of Force, commander of meatshields

Title(s): Regent of Force

Profession(s): -

Special Skill(s): Was exceptionally well at reading others. Was quite a smooth talker. Had a strong sword arm.

Flaw(s): He’s dead.


Magic*

Current Status: -

Arch-type: -

Sub-Type:-

Rank: Weakness(es): -

Strength(s): -

Current Spell(s): -


Weaponry


Fighting Style: Was a bit aggressive, though mainly defensive in his attacks.

Trained Weapon: Was well trained in using a long sword and bow while he was alive.

Favored Weapon: Favored both his bow and long sword equally.

Archery: eight years of training with his bow.


Biography


Parents: Vargan-Father Larquin-Mother

Siblings: None

Children: None

Extended Family: Delvers

Pet(s): Had a carrier pigeon while he was alive.



History


   Varlan's life growing up was filled with sorrow and loss at a young age. Varlan, his mother and father were originally from a small settlement close to Hanseti, which He was born at. Though having northerner blood from both of his parents, they traveled to Ager to escape from the poison fog that has moved into the mountains bordering Hanseti when Varlan was ten .His father, Vargan was a successful miner. Often leaving home and venturing far into the earth to find rare minerals and make a good living.

   His father died while mining in the mountains west of Ager. He was mining deep below the surface and was killed when the ceiling made of gravel, collapsed in. Varlan was twelve when his father was killed. His mother, Larquin was a farmer. Though she was Northerner as well, learned over time from a young age to tend fields and work with wheat. She was killed by a group of thieves when she wouldn't give them her minas and other supplies while attempting to get to the market in Solace to sell her collection of materials.

   Varlan was sent to a relative at the age of twelve. His Uncle Cron, his fathers brother was a shepherd, got to know his nephew better over time. He had a small home built on the far outer limits of Solace.Handling livestock was a chore he learned well since his uncle Cron had animals to look after. Collecting sheep's wool and getting buckets of milk to sell at the markets is what took up most of Varlans time. As he grew and aged, he found himself traveling to Solace by himself to see the city and all its glory.

   Talking to the townsfolk and gaining communication skills to help him reason with others better was another thing he would do to pass time. The red coat Varlan bears was given to him as a gift from his uncle. A well put together coat with thick padding on the shoulders and ribs. His uncle was an old man now, around his mid 60's now that Varlan is nineteen. Getting older and knowing that Varlan would have to go out into the world to seek his own way. He told him many times that the day would come when he would have to leave his uncles care and search out his own cause.

   Varlan left the comfort of his uncle’s farm. He wandered onwards to the road, a heavy pack on his back that contained a few things to remember his past by as well as some food. As he walked, it became clear that others passing him were in a hurry. Varlan eventually stopped and asked someone that walked by why everyone was in such a hurry. The man simply replied that The lands were no longer safe and that ships waited to be boarded at the coastline. Varlan followed the stranger to the docks. though it took them both nearly all day to do so.

   After the long travel, Varlan locked his eyes on the giant ships that awaited the the many different types of sentient beings to board. He wearily walked up to the crowds, forcing his way though it seemed the crowd thickened. After shoving his way to the platform, he eventually shuffled his way up as did everyone else, slowly hauling his bag that was on his back. He made it up the last few steps, looking around the ship. It seemed all the other races were congregating in their own groups. Varlan huffed loudly through an exhale as he walked to the back of the ship. As the ship eventually filled from the vast amounts of people who came to journey from the land.

   Some time passed as the crew then hoisted the anchor and began to set sail. They traveled for days, weeks. Time seemed to stand still for him. Watching all the other groups talked and move about the ship made the trip seem endless. Though on a foggy day as the the mammoth ship continued to cut through the waves. As the sun warmed the air, the fog began to lift and show the far surrounding view. One of the crew members of the ship hollered that land was in sight. Varlan himself looked out to it. Anthos it was named later, though nothing more than a large hunk of land that stretched along the horizon.

   The ship began to veer towards the land as the sail’s shifted a bit from the sudden change of direction. They eventually sent the smaller boats, filled with people to the coastline. Varlan got his turn as he carried his only belongings with him. Sailing to the shore as he climbed out and looked around. He walked off from that location, no longer intent on staying with the rest. Too interested in this new land. He ventured for a week until he made his way to a place known as the Cloud Temple. He ventured into the large structure as others were there as well. Though as he sat and watched, many wandered out through the freshly made trails heading east.

   He walked around the Cloud Temple, looking and examining for days, provided the fresh bread and water given to him by the monks. He eventually met a high elf by the name of Kalenz. They chatted for a bit as the High elf eventually offered him a spot in the Arcane Delver’s, a name he’d eventually know well enough to call family. They traveled with the high elf on the road. They walked for days, though stopping to take a break at night. They eventually made it to the keep. Two large tower-like structures that raised to the sky as they entered the gates. After being shown after, he was issued a uniform.

   It was a simple one that bore a gem like sewing of a blue gem that was surrounded by a gold lacing. After living with the Delvers for a long period of time, getting to know others, though a few stuck out from the rest. Tahjeet, Artimec and Polgrath were names he became familiar with over time. He was often seen venturing with the Captain’s of the Mageshield(Meatshield) branch within the Delver’s. That branch was made to defend and safekeep the mage’s who lived and studied within the walls.

   He enjoyed training and sparring as well. Often seen within the sandstone pit underneath the main room of the keep. He learned how to handle a long sword pretty well as time continued to pass. He would often walk the roads, though not much as bandits and lurked the walkways. Two weeks in joining the Delvers and a war erupted. The guild was called into a war. Though not against the whole city, only one of the council members of Malinor was targeted.

   As the battle took place and many were injured in the chaotic clashing of bone, steel and sinew. Varlan killed an orc in the battle who attacked Seyer Reeyse, one of the two lower ranked Mageshield Captains. After he fled into the northern woods of Malinor as some of the orcs chased him for awhile. Varlan lost them as he made his way back with a bit of experience in a real battle. After a while, the council members of Malinor had a secret meeting with the Delvers in which they discussed a temporary plan to seize attacks on each other. Which seemed to last from that point.

   After, they had an issue with the Blackmonts when they raided the Delvers base in full armor. Varlan was killed, but brought back to life by a monk after his body was dragged to the Cloud Temple. After the raid and another near invasion of the Blackmonts, the Delvers were almost split from the melee fighters and casters. Though they stuck together by good planning and choices made by the higher ranks of the Delvers.

   They eventually abandoned the keep they lived in as Artimec ordered Varlan and the other Mageshields to Vaerhaven(the name at the time, Kar’gath I think now.) as the mageshields were enlisted into the auxiliary forces for some time. Varlan walked the paths through the mighty city and studied others. One day as he was doing his rounds, he spotted a familiar orc. The uruk approached him and slammed him with a charge suddenly as he rolled backwards. After a few seconds, he staggered to his feet and unsheathed the long sword he trained for months with. Though an unexpected thing happened as the orc had a backup partner with him.

   A human with a claymore approached Varlans left side as he swung the two handed blade at his head. He turned his head, stepping right as he attempted to the swing. though was caught on the face with the tip of the vorpal weapon. It dug through his eye socket, tearing his left eye out in the process as well s leaving a permanent scar that ran down his cheek on an angle. Varlan stumbled back as he screamed in pain, dropping his blade in the process as the rest of the guards went into action. They killed the orc, though the human made off with his escape. He crawled back into Vaerhaven after running for safety, only to collapse a bit after.

   After some time, he was found and brought to the local clinic as his wounds were then treated to. His own left eye having been lost in the ambush, though he didn’t really care for it happening. Time continued to pass as Varlan had a custom tailored eyepatch made, though Artimec lent him a blue bandana to sport for a while. He continued to patrol and live in the city, though he ventured as well. Continuing to learn the lands paths and walkways that guided those interested enough to travel them. As he was walking, he ran into Kalenz again while heading by Salvus. He was instructed to follow him the their new home, which he did.

   They eventually made it after traveling for a full day. The ruins were stationed on the outskirts of the Witch Woods. The structure seemed to have had the earth slowly crept around it in the many years it sat dormant. After become situated with the area and finding his way around,many strange things started to happen around the keep as the time went by. Though it didn’t take long to see that the ruins had many foul entities within and around it. Having had to fend off the many threats that that were manifested there. Living and nonliving, as Varlan has had run ins with multiple creatures. Ranging from a wicked creature that has immense powers to manipulate large bodies of waters as well as transforming its body into water itself.

   A powerful Necromancer was after the Delvers for they held a valuable artifact from him. A spectral thing that had the ability to control others at will and make them do as it commanded. It then took control of some Delvers as it forced them to do its bidding as it attempted to take control of Blundermores mind as well. Though it eventually lost the battle against the great wizard. Time continued to pass as Oren seeked its grasp over Malinor and all the land at that time. This put more pressure on the delvers and himself. Varlan continued to follow orders and venture out with Seyer and Artimec at times. Once in awhile getting into battles and brawls.

   Though not too much as their main objective was for the better. Usually consisting of throwing or killing slavers that were in the surrounding lands and keeping peace. He continued to sharpen his skills in using a long sword as well as practicing with a bow that was given to him as a gift from a fellow Mageshield. The new keep they lived in was much more suited to house more Delvers as it had immense room, a circular structure inside that was encased in the mountain. Towers also rose high in the air that housed more rooms and places for the Delvers to conduct their experiments. Time continued to pass as more conflicts arose within and around the keep.

   Mostly having the Dark Brotherhood show their faces for reasons that are unannounced. Though the constant push come to shove attitude of Oren didn’t help. Varlan caught himself arguing with Nobles sometimes at the gates. He enjoyed doing so sometimes, though business was first hand as he would have taken personal blame if anything did happen. Though nothing did of course since he only went as far as to piss them off. Time continued to pass as Hera, one of the Regents stepped down for reasons unknown. Varlan was eventually handed the Position after serving in many adventures and delves. He continued to do his duties around the keep as his responsibilities were focused on the safety of the Delvers in general.

   Though having dealt with many atrocities and nearly dieing any many of them, his mind was still quite intact. He was no fool in his days, only to be outwitted by the smartest out there. (huehue) Though it only happened a few times in his life. Varlan was offered an opportunity from Isabella. The bear bruid after being told by Nienna Calm that the possibility of having a new eye surgically implanted into the empty socket was possible. Though he was warned that the procedure would be. Incredibly painful.

   Though he was no stranger to pain. He experienced much of it before being slapped onto a table and chained down. Having a fish hook with a string hooked to it sewn into his eye socket. He screamed as Isabella yanked the cord that would then be attached to the new eye. A harpy eye, the pupil was orange with a cat like slit. as the outer part was a bright yellow that seemed to shine brightly when light was cast on it. Isabella completed the surgery after some time, though Varlan couldn’t actually see from it for about a week. After though he eventually gained the sight from the eye.

   Now he had his sight back to a natural state, which allowed him to better read things around himself. He performed his duties and business with much more ease from it. Though with the events that took place, he began to dabble in drinking. Something that was not too high on his list ever before. He found himself in his lair beneath his stage room, sometimes sitting and thinking. Other times he was indulging in having a beverage from the brewery. Though more often just relaxing and spending time in the quiet retreat he had made fo time.

   Though as time continued on, he found himself in the middle of things that were over somewhat personal matters. Though he aided his close friends with their ordeals, though losing some who were faithfully loyal to the cause of the Delvers. Varlan watched a bit of torture sessions with Sha’s reprogramming attempt, which somewhat worked, though failed at the same time. Having all this happen in the years Varlan was in service of the Delvers. Though it all ended abruptly for him.

   He was drinking heavily for quite some time after some recent activities from hostiles. He was sitting on the ledge by the stairway that led into the Mammoth training room stationed under the main floor of the keep. He was having a conversation with a few of his friends as he lost his balance, slipping off the platform and falling a good ten feet face first. He bashed his head on the cold, stone floor, splitting his head peon and doing serious damage to his cranium. After failed attempts to save him, he lost his life from the trauma effects and blood loss. His body was taken and burned. His ashes now rest in the crypt below the Delvers keep.




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[WuHanXianShi14 0]

I miss Varlan. ;-;

 

Flaw(s): He’s dead.

 

 

 

Well, bugger.

[excited 10833]

Don't forget who taught him half of all those things *Cough* Alexander Ardere~