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Vardeshir the Solemn

The Paladin of Fate Vardeshir the Solemn has been tasked by the Council of High Templars to lead a host of Templars of Our Burning Saviour to Northern Thonda. He is set to assist Valithek Scorntalon in his defence against the Desraki Dominion.

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Vardeshir the Solemn is the commander of Templar forces in the Hellscorn War.

The Paladins of Fate are a clandestine Order within the Order of the Templars of Our Burning Saviour. While outside of the usual Templar hierarchy and more closely associated with the Priesthood of the Temple, they still take command of Holy Crusades if the situation calls for it or signs and portents demand for it.

As is the case with all Paladins of Fate, Vardeshir has a special connection and understanding of the Strands of Fate, and is adept at their manipulation to the Templars’ benefit.

Vardeshir himself is stoic and taciturn, yet still retains a commanding presence and powerful air of authority – being a Holy Warrior considered to be blessed by Our Burning Saviour certainly helps.

It is rumoured that the battle between the remnants of the Scorntide and the Desraki Dominion is of great interest to him, and that it may have not been prophecy, but his personal request that caused him to lead a Templar Host into the Hellscorn War.

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