Lord Vayne Kargath

Westcrown, the capital of Cheliax, is not unfamiliar to turmoil and power struggles. The rising force of the Free Citizens of Westcrown had done it's job well in destabilizing the hierarchy and running out many nobles and city officals. However, they lacked a way to install strong leadership, it created an opportunity, and one particularly powerful Eldritch Hell Knight, Vayne Kargath, swept in with fury and fiendfire... Vayne was a formidable fighter in his youth and had a thirst for blood. It was when he had heard of the hell knights that actually inspired him to achieve a grand goal. To join the fraternity that requires the slaying of a devil to even be considered to join it's ranks. Surely there he would find others of his ilk and from there, face even greater enemies to drain the blood from. He was not even pressed to slay the nmemor devil they made him fight. After he was given his hell knight garb and join his new brothers....he quickly began to learn a few things he hated. Most of the hell knights, while capable combatants as expected, were for lack of a better term, posers. They avoided fighting in preference for intimidation and bullying. They knew the the title was enough. It offended Vayne to his core. He quickly alienated every one around him for his combative attitude. He would fight someone over any little thing. Every time he was asked about his violence towards even his superiors, his answer was always the same... that no one understands. This bothered most, however there was one officer of the hell knights, an old war horse, saw a fire that reminded him of the First Order. Xander Flay, the grizzled officer took Vayne under his wing, it made the old man feel young again and Vayne saw an opportunity to gain skills and power. Xander had gained many things in his years, one of them being a strong appreciation for the arcane. While he only managed mediocre magic himself, he knew a dark mage tiefling who would take on students. For years Vayne studied and trained. Blood, broken bones, immolations, killing, Vayne brought all this in spades as he, Xander and their necromantic companion, Devdan trained. The pair of mentors tortured Vayne as much as Vayne tortured anyone who got in his way. It was around the clock training. Forcing Vayne to go weeks with out sleep, days without food. His features growing more gaunt and harrowing the more he delved into his horrifying powers. After 10 years Vayne was reaching his peak and he proved this by destroying both Xander and Devdan, which also meant he accumulated their combined resources. After just a year of Vayne consolidating his wealth and refining his strategy all that was left was a nation divided, Cheliax became his target after the destabilizing Citizens of Westcrown made their move. The powerful and cunning Eldritch Hell Knight swooped in with his own army and laid to waste those who opposed him. The Hell Knight order he once considered his home was his first target. Cutting away all the ties he once had. Then the Free Citizens were an easy target, thinking they had been given an open road to success. In a matter of weeks Westcrown belonged to a new Lord as he now called himself, and like a plague his reach expanded to reach all but the furthest and most forgotten corners of Cheliax. Vayne sat on a throne of blood in his kingdom of pain.