Veriis left Albar and moved to the city of Salkamar where he found faith in the God Malachin and became a Paladin under his blessings. Veriis was taught by a swordsman named Rulfaeus Calus. Rulfaeus was a battle-hardened war veteran with a knack for turning skinny scrawny wannabe's into large, lean killing machines.
With the teachings and training of Rulfaeus in his belt and Malachin's blessings on his side Veriis wandered the countryside preachings the words and blessings of Malachin while striking down the undead and foul that walked the land. He eventually met up with another Paladin of Malachin by the name of Hermes Clint. The two shared similar views on the world and ridding it of the walking dead and filth that scourged it. They began traveling together:
The two wandered together, performing deeds in the name of Malachin as they went and spreading his teachings to the people. He came to be well-known for this. In some places as a good, righteous man, and in others a boisterous God-loving loony. Irregardless, the name il'Mora was more or less brought back to light by his actions.
Hermes received word of a lich hold up in an abandoned cave, he told Veriis immediately. They both accepted the task in the name of Malachin and set off for the cave. When they reached it, skeletons littered the ground before it. They both knelt down and offered a blessing to the dead and ventured forth into the cave. They purged each level of the cave of the walking dead filth that plagued it, until they reached the last level. Inside were floating, glowing orbs illuminating the cave walls around them. Lights, magical ones put there by the lich they had both known.
A terrible rasp erupted from the chamber nearest them, a voice.
"You have come here.. to erase me from existence.. this I know.. only, you won't be leaving. I will have your souls."
They proceeded into the chamber where the lich awaited. The stench of evil hung in the air and a long battle began. The Paladins fought bravely. Though the lich was strong, and possessed a rather dark ability.. the wooden staff he held in his hands drained the essence and will of those it chose to use the weapon on. Hermes became weak, and eventually refused to go on. As he lay helpless the lich plunged a dagger into his heart, and he died instantly.
Veriis became weak, but his faith in Malachin was too strong to be broken and as much as he wanted to just lay down and die he couldn't. He could barely crawl, but he began to anyway.. he could feel the lich behind him inching closer, teasing him, poking at his death. Until he felt a sharp sting, a coldness, then a rushing hotness. He yelled in pain as the lich's dagger pierced his back. He continued crawling on, the lich's words ringing in his ears as he continued on and out of the cave, bleeding.
"You will die soon.. and you and your friend will meet eachother.. in Cherga's realm.."
Veriis crawled out of the cave and far enough onto the dirt path where he was found by passers-by not too long after. Though when they reached Salkamar with him, he'd died long before.
Veriis met Deja in one of his many adventures over the countryside in service to Malachin. He was preaching the words of Malachin to a group of young hunters and warriors, Deja's youngest brother was there. She agreed with Malachin's teachings, and thought Veriis was rather dashing and forced herself upon him. What was he to do, deny that? Not long after they were married and soon after Marcke il'Mora was born.
Veriis was not alive for the birth of his son Marcke, as the events that lead to his death happened in the short months after his parents' marriage and his conception. Marcke grew up with only stories of his father that his mother told to him, and of the ones others knew of him.