[[i apologize to post this so late. It was meant to be posted before and as a meant in this topic. http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/64489-the-emperors-return/
I would prefer nowhone posts to this, and I thereby please ask to have tihs topic locked. This topic is more meant as to notify that my character is dead and so that i make continue with a new character.]]
“But not all live to endure a returnal to home.” The field hospital carries many injuired, among them: Jorgen Reimer Der Weisse Reiter.
“Here I lie on this bed, arrow wounds on my shoulder, the only feeling I fell is pain and numbness from my arm. I lost blood, far too much. I may not make it, but I leave this message to whoever may read it. The medicus have shifted their eyes away from me, my condition expected to be stable, or impossible or safe. I write this off to finish my duties to those obliged. My Holy Kaiser, you have no doubtly forgotten me, but let it be known that I served you faithfully such as anyone else should. To Nicolas Silverblade, I have ensure to keep the bank attended until it is fully claimed by thy, the man working it shall only be there for a brief time, but enough until it becomes yours fully.”
Jorgen yarns from the pain which he had endured, three arrows to his left shoulder, one in the leg and a spear which nearly punctuated his lung, a flashback occurs. The men riding, 3rd knight division, an ambush, it happened far too quickly. Jorgens ambitions and desires crushed, and shattered as fighting occurs around him, too injured to carry on. Brave men fighting around him, particularly his designated second in command Shas'O Kais Ishikawa, a strange man, carrying a large blade called a Nodachi Sword. Jorgens relationship with him was coordinal and short, but they agreed on many thing’s, they could had been friends, Jorgen taught, as Shas'O Kais Ishikawa carried his injured body to safety.
Jorgen starred on the top of the tent lying. He was dying, grief erupted in him, but a tear was not fallen. He had become an old man, death would come any time soon anyhow. But it was not his death which sorrowed him, it was his lack of achievements which sorrowed him. The Morai were still alive, Jorgens sins not forgiven. Peace in Jorgen would never come.
“I wish…… I could had done more. OHAG….” He breathed out…. And died.
He would die alone…. No friends… no family…. no achievement accomplished…. No sense of purpose. He would die in an unnamed grave with many of the other casualties, his name record in an old book of casualties which would rot in a library, and the bank he worked in would go on.
Such is the demise of Jorgen Reimer. Der Weisse Reiter, his title of the white knight may carry on.