Captain Varrick Stonemaul is a towering presence within the Redeemed Legion’s 13th Company—broad-shouldered, stone-jawed, and hard to miss in both stature and voice. A half-ogre by blood, Varrick was once a caravan brawler with little direction, known more for hauling ox-carts and breaking up bar fights than for any military calling. That changed after a tragic accident during a transport job left several civilians dead. Though Varrick swore it was unintentional, the law was swift. He was sentenced to death.
But the Dominion Church saw another use for the brute. His sentence was commuted to lifelong service within the Redeemed Legion, a second chance he took without protest. Assigned to the 13th Company, Varrick found a new purpose—first as a grunt, then as a commander of shield walls and shock troops.
With an innate understanding of terrain, weight, and movement, Varrick turned out to have a keen head for logistics and brute-force tactics. Under the strict but watchful eye of Commander Tyranoth Redgast, he rose through the ranks, proving his loyalty with every campaign and skirmish. Redgast now trusts him without hesitation.
Blunt in speech, but fair; simple in tastes, but unshakable in duty—Varrick is a soldier’s captain. His troops trust him to hold the line, smash through obstacles, and keep them fed and supplied. And while the story of him fighting off a wyvern with a wagon wheel sounds like campfire nonsense, no one who’s seen him charge with a battering ram in hand dares to call it a lie.