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=Lore=
==The Fall and Rise of Varian Huskgar==
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<pre> Varian grew up much like any other human boy in the brutal Ghur wilderness. Being the son of a chieftain did not exempt him from any of the hardships the other boys faced. If anything, those hardships were intensified. Varian’s father, Osmund, led the nomadic Red Wolves. Under his leadership they enjoyed a relatively safe and prosperous existence. Not that anyone in Ghur was ever truly safe. Though vicious in battle, and not educated in any formal sense, Osmund was a wise and just leader. With knowledge from those that came before him, and a keen sense of the wilds of Ghur, he kept the tribe constantly moving; following the migration of the gaur and oryx. Always a step ahead of the myriad predators, Osmund and the Red Wolves even found room in their harsh existence for what passes as decency in Ghur. That is to say they restrained themselves from instantly killing any outsider that crossed their path.
Years have passed since Varian’s enterprise began. Once his tribe had focused his course. Now his ever increasing might is all that matters. Once he honored the simple life of the nomad. Now Varian’s ambition grows with each fleeting victory, the spoils of the last conquest never satisfying him for long. His memory of the Red Wolves has become dull and foggy. No longer simple flint wielding savages; his Red Reavers are armored champions who fear no mortal. And though once, like his forbearers, he appealed to many gods, Varian now finds that his petitions are, almost, exclusively directed toward a select few: The Blood Wolf, The End Father, The Great Eye. These gods are the ones with true power. These gods are the ones who can supply him the strength he needs. . .</pre>
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<div style="font-weight:bold;line-height:1.6;">Additional paragraph tying the story into the [https://animositycampaigns.com/ Animosity II Campaign]</div>
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<pre> When the agent of The Undivided stepped out of the shadows Varian was truly startled. It had been a lifetime since someone had gotten that close to him unnoticed. Between his upbringing as both predator and prey, and the endowments he’d been bestowed, no mortal could best him so. Then again, this emissary was no mere mortal; the taloned feet protruding from her dark robes made that abundantly clear. Varian’s dirk was out in an instant. The emissary paid no mind. “Varian Huskgar” she intoned in a gravelly, yet somehow musical voice. “Sheath your blade. Spoils await those with the fortitude to take them. Irkut Thousandeyes has been watching you.” Varian flipped his dirk in the air, the tip plunging into the barrel he was using as a makeshift table. He tilted his head and smirked, fire in his eyes. This is what he’d been waiting for. . .</pre>
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