The Varanguard are the end of the Path to Glory, though not the end its climbers imagine. Each was a warlord or champion of terrifying accomplishment — the kind of figure lesser legions form around — chosen personally by Archaon and remade into something greater and lesser at once: a knight of the Everchosen, mounted on a fell steed, armored in plate worth more than most kingdoms. Mustered in great circles and unleashed only where wars must simply end, they have never been beaten in a charge that mattered.
The price of the honor is the one thing a champion of Chaos has left: his own story. To join the Varanguard is to renounce the Path, the ambitions, the whispered destiny that justified a lifetime of slaughter, and to ride ever after for Archaon's glory alone. Some accept out of awe, some out of despair, and some because they climbed high enough to see the truth — that every road of Chaos was always leading here, and the only choice on offer is whether to arrive as a knight or as a corpse.