It was a dark misty night in the hills of Qeynos when fate touched the young warrior, Rathvost. Ten score of gnolls charged up the hill en masse, they crushed the stockade and make-shift wooden gate to find an empty camp. The gnolls snarled and looked about nervously, then the night sky whistled with the sound of arrows, many of the gnolls fell silent to the earth. What was left of the horde retreated in all directions, many more being cut down by troops hiding in ambush in the dark wooded areas. The men regrouped, and Rathvost had scored his first real kill in battle. Rathvost was a man.

The stockade was repaired and the men camped, most of them heavy with drink. Rathvost, his brother Vantgar, and his father Rortigar were planning strategy in a tent when the scouts returned from the woods. A larger force of gnolls had met up with the remnants of the one they just routed, another horde would be there soon. Rortigar sent a courier to Lord Treand. The message read.

"My comrade in arms, Treand. You will have to increase the speed of your march, the gnolls have mustered a force of a proportion likely to wipe me out. We have fought in many battles my friend, but never have I needed your steel more than now. Please hurry."

The reinforcements would never come, it was later found that Treand had dark dealings with the gnoll shamans and was bestowed great power by Bertoxxulous. Rortigar's troops stood vigilantly at the walls of the stockade, the gnolls would not fall for another ambush, this battle would be a defensive one. The forest then began to move, then the gnoll savages charged from the dark woods and up the hill towards the men. The human arrows cut air again and again, thinning the gnollish ranks. To Rortigar's surprise the gnolls had constructed some primitive siegeworks and the stout wooden gate soon lay in splinters. Gnolls poured into the camp, eyes lit with rage. Rathvost and Vantgar fought back to back, slaying many gnolls. Rathvost looked to his father who had been impaled upon a gnollish lance and died quickly. A steady stream of gnolls was entering the camp, and the noble forces of Rortigar fought valiantly. Vantgar through himself in front of a spear intended for his brother. Still no sign of Treand's forces. Rathvost held his brother while the battle raged around him. "I must live", he thought to himself, "I must live, to remember this, so that you shall not have died in vane, so that men will know that we were just and good. I shall live...". When it was assured that no reinforcements would ever arrive, Rortigar's second in command, Gargaroth Stonefist, grabbed Rathvost made him feign death. The two men hid beneath the bodies lying very still, until finally the camp lay quiet save the sounds of vultures gathering as dawn approached.

Rathvost and Gargaroth scoured the battlefield for survivors, finding but a few. Rathvost took his father's sword and armor and left with Gargaroth to find a new life. He soon found that Treand had pronounced everyone at the battle dead, and Rortigar with no live heirs. Treand took Rortigar's land. Rathvost was alone. Knowing that Treand would kill him if he was found, Rathvost fled to Halas and with Gargaroth, learned the ways of the mercenary. He became a warrior for hire, and the surviving soldiers that served Rortigar became mercenaries as well. Rathvost dropped his surname and returned to Qeynos under an alias.

When night fell, Rathvost crept into the Treand's chambers in the court of Qeynos and murdered him. Revenge was paid in kind, and Rathvost went back to work. The noble's life was no longer his. Wicked Vein was born.

They fought campaigns in Qeynos, the Karanas, as well as Freeport. Wicked Vein became an elite force of mercenaries hiring themselves out to the highest bidder. They would work for anyone, regardless of race, or creed. Money was what they fought for, and they made alot of it.

Wicked Vein became a guild to be reckoned with, they performed many raids in to dangerous lands becoming very successful.
Rathvost decided one day to go out to the Desert of Ro by himself.  He was unaware that there was a band of dark races hunting him down.  Rathvost being alone was slain and never heard from again.

The guild went in to turmoil, all discipline was lost when Rathvost could not be found.  Members quickly left the guild in disappointment of their missing leader.  A few loyal members remained, searching all over Norrath for their great leader.

Months past before Gergen, his 2nd in command, found his body.  Gergen, knowing Rathvost's wishes, took over his guild and vowed not to let Rathvost's death be in vane. Gergen swore to avenge his death and chase the dark races completely off the face of Norrath.  Wicked Vein would always be loyal to money, but now there was more.  Wicked Vein will rebuild and hunt down the darkies who slain there leader !

So join Wicked Vein for profit, brotherhood, and to rid Norrath of everyone who strikes our Wicked Vein.