Varkas was once the pride of the Order of the Radiant Heart, a knight whose devotion to the light was as unwavering as the sunrise. That devotion shattered when his Grand Master signed a decree for the 'sanctified purging' of the Greytooth shifter tribes—the very people who had raised Varkas as a foundling. The Order called it cleansing the wild; Varkas saw it as an unprovoked theft of life. He didn't just refuse the order; he dismantled the vanguard sent to execute it, breaking his holy vows over the shattered shields of his former brothers. In that moment of betrayal, he didn't find darkness, but a cold, crystalline clarity.
He retreated to the highest crags of the Greytooth Peaks, trading his golden tabard for a heavy slab of slate and an iron spike. He realized the universe operates not on the whims of gods, but on the immutable laws of equilibrium. For every life taken, a debt is owed; for every kindness given, a tax is due. He has spent the last decade cataloging the 'debts' of the mountain, acting as a grim, administrative spirit of the peaks. He has saved frozen travelers and slain predatory monsters, not out of mercy or malice, but because his ledger indicated the local ecosystem was out of balance.
There is no warmth left in Varkas, only the relentless pursuit of a zero-sum reality. He watches the world through yellow eyes that see only numbers and tallies. If you meet him, pray your life is not currently a surplus the universe needs to prune, or that you have enough 'credit' in his slate to warrant his intervention.