Living in a giant mansion has its perks, that's for sure. Plenty of space to roam around, trusty pillager companions by your side, wise vindicator to learn from, witches... Well, the latter are... complicated.

Testing witch potions on lower rank pillagers was a known thing among illagers, and usually they were pretty harmful, resulting in the test subject spending just a couple of days in the barracks and eating a couple of golden apples to recover. So, when Warren was chosen to test one of witches' new inventions, he didn't think twice about it, gulping the whole potion in one go. Who knew he totally shouldn't have done that?

When Warren came to after being unconscious for a whole week, he knew something was wrong. His head hurt, his body felt weird, and his sight... Was somehow way sharper than before. Only a couple of hours later, when he actually got to look at himself in a mirror, he realized that the potion backfired like never before. His right eye was totally black, as were a couple of smaller new eyes around it, and Warren shivered as he watched them all blink at the same time. Closing the eyes on his right side, he learned another bad news: his left eye, though looking healthy, was almost blind now. Who knew he would have to cover his normal eye with an eyepatch instead of that amalgamation going on on the other part of his face?

If there's one thing Warren loved about being a pillager, it was how unbothered by anything bizarre are his comrades. Instead of sending him out to fend for himself, they just shrugged and moved on as if nothing ever happened. Some of his friends found his new eyes cool, some teased Warren about his spider-like face, a few Vindicators insisted on studying the effects that test potions had on him.

It was when Warren got healthy enough to get back to patroling the area his new abilities truly started to shine. In swift, inhumanly agile motions he chased any wandering traders his patrol encountered, shooting them with precisioun never seen from him before. That's then everyone around him realised they didn't lose a trusty old goon, but gained a powerful new ally, and Warren's career quickly picked up the pace.

Eventually, the time has come for Warren to move up the ranks, first to the patrol commander, and then to commanding officer back at the mansion. But having him secluded inside would be plain stupid, right? His higher-ups thought the same, eventually giving him permission - and an order - to find a place for a new pillager outpost, and, perhaps, a new settlement. Being able to watch over his own camp? And take all the pillaged goods to store them in any way he wanted? Warren was almost overwhelmed with joy, quickly gathering everything he'll need on his journey and rushing towards the adventure.

With his trusty weapons, tools and some food he set out on a quest to conquer new lands and bring glory to the pillager faction.