According to his father, when Sarek was born he stole away his mother. She had birthed a monster and it had cost her her life. His afflictions were always with him, the sores, the disease, the rot. While growing up anywhere like this would have been a challenge, Alliria presented a particular difficulty. In a city proud of its beauty, architecture and civility, how could such a monster roam free?

His father, and mother, had both been nobles and upon his birth, his father had rejected him. Forsaken to an orphanage, they too cast him out as his mere presence caused illness and fatigue over long periods of time. He grew up in the gutter, on the streets, always in the slums. He gained a reputation, people avoided the mutant for he brought ruin and destruction in his wake. Eventually, mages were sent for after a particularly bad outbreak of flux, caused when several men attacked him in the night.

Rats devoured one. The other erupted in painful boils and fled, the final mage survived - unscathed. He knew that Sarek was not at fault, society had let him down. For the next few years, he was trained to control his impulses and magic which enabled him greater freedom and control, unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Eventually, however, the mages decided his magic was too unsightly. He was not wielding the college magics they were accustomed to, but instead, he tapped into more primal eldritch magics. Sarek was the embodiment of pestilence. He fled shortly after and found himself wandering the continent in search of a home. Years, upon years, passed before he discovered a place where he felt, at least somewhat, welcome. Namely, Crossroad Mire.