Felder

Username: MadDogGriff Character: Reimond Walden

Siegfried "The Mad Dog" d'Vawdre realizes the world is much more peaceful now that most of humanity is reunited.

Reimond Walden sits in a tavern in Istria, hearing the news shaking his head. "How will you rule the West without the fortress that is Bastion? How will you defend Axios that is Mordring? I wish you luck, but I don't believe claiming to be the rightful ruler of the Westerlands will work for you."

He watched the battle, He heard the screams of men terrified, and He remembers the days of Bastion. Reimond Walden watched the battle of Bastion as he had left weeks before to fight his own fight in the woods. He stood and watched as spiders and minions scaled Leopald's wall. He watched everything that happened, but he did not fight. The West was not prepared for this fight, and it is his fault. He turned his back and walked back deeper into the Westerland woods, his longsword stained with Undead blood, his armor beneath his heavy fur clothing started to become weak. As he walked away he said the words that show he cared. "Forgive me St. Owyn"

*Letters are posted throughout the human settlements besides Courland* Mercenary for hire. Please contact me, Galenus Rebune. I have fought te' greatest battles and am good at cutting the big trees. I will destroy your enemies if you hire me. My skills cost 300 minas and suggesting a 20 minas weekly pay, these can be talked about to be adjusted. Thank you for your reading time, have a good day and may your wealth get big.

Morning had come and Reimond Walden sat up in his quarters reviewing some military documents he had prepared couple days back. He put on his uniform and headed into the barracks room overcome by the sound of silence. He looked at all the lockers with names of soldiers he hasn't seen in months and years. He pondered around before looking at his own locker which had a full set of armor, a blue steel long sword, a bow, arrows, and a shield. He'd move over to his locker rubbing his chin, thinking. He then opened the locker taking the set of armor and strapping it on. He would take his blue steel long sword putting it in his scabbard that's on his back. He leaves the shield and bow in his locker, closing the locker and leaving it unlocked. He'd make his way out of Castle Yar bringing food and such to survive long nights with him. He made his way through the streets of Bastion heading out of the front gate. As he walked over the drawbridge, he'd turn around taking a last look at Bastion. A tear would drop from his right eye as he remembered the great battle he had fought with the man that defended Axios. He'd turn back and would head for Leopalds wall where he would exit safety behind walls and into the dangers of the Undead. He would move further into the forest. As some men and women watched him leave, this would be the last time anyone would see Reimond Walden again. He has gone to fight the true fight...

Reimond Walden lives in joy.

Oreners never used katanas except House Ishkawa, Oreners don't even exits anymore.

Backstory of a Legend right here. Typically Oreners parents are killed by orcs, not Courlanders. You need to get a lotc history lesson son.

Reimond Walden was born on a lonely homestead near the city of Johannesburg. His father was a officer in the Imperial Army and retired before the war happened. Reimond enjoyed his young life, he had many friends and did many things with them. One of his favorite memories is when he would run around Johannesburg pretending to be chasing the enemies of humanity. His father would teach him the art of warfare at a young age, and trained his very ferociously as a young boy. He was later turned into a man by the training given from his father. Although his father was confident in his son, he did not know he created a beast. One day Johannesburg a kid 3 years older than Reimond was picking on him and make Reimond very angry. Reimond snapped and stabbed the kid several times in the neck. Luckily for Riemond he killed a kid that had robbed some of the markets in the city. Reimond's father was not happy and didn't let him go to the city anymore. As news came to his father that the Empire needed more men on the front, he had no choice but to leave. This was a week before Johannesburg became a frozen wasteland. Reimond was afraid that he would never see his father again. On the day of the ending of the Empire, Reimond sat at home afraid that the Courland soldiers would take him and his mother from his home. As he was thinking about this he heard someone break down their door, it was his father. His father had found out about the Thanium and told Reimond and his mother that it was time to leave and head somewhere cold to a different fight. As they gathered their important items they prepared to leave. As they were leaving they heard the sound of horses galloping was coming down the road, it was 4 Courland soldiers on their mounts and they lined up in front of the Walden family. One of the soldiers looked at Reimond’s father tabard and looked back to the other soldiers, nodding. One of the soldiers took out a bow and shot his father in the knee and then quickly shot his mother in the knee. Two of the soldiers took both of them inside the house, leaving them. As they both exited, Reimond was in shock and didn’t know what to do but stand and cry on his knees. The four men both lit a torch and threw the torches inside the house and looked at Reimond and started to head towards him. As the men walked towards Reimond a man burst out of the tree, Ramsey Reimfred. Ramsey took out longsword and killed all four of the men. At this point the house was engulfed, Reimond’s parents were dead. Ramsey walked towards Reimond, telling the boy the to head west. Ramsey then got onto his horse and headed off to look for anymore more survivors. Reimond went to his stables which wasn’t burnt down and got onto his father’s horse and headed to the Westerlands. When he arrived he was able to stay in a home until he was the age of 20. He is now a soldier of the Westerlands. He truly fights the true war. And his motto is... “**** with the West, Die like the Rest”

*Reimond Walden sharpens more of his axes and prepares his warhammers* "Molon Labe!"

https://www.lordofthecraft.net/profile/56961-rivk-zavadsky/ Since I cant get on this account anymore, I want my 698 rep and my old fart rank, thank you very much and have a good day.

Ramsey Reimfred stands in his armor... "We will kill every last one of them"

Name (Also leave your OOC name): Ramsey Reimfred, _Felder_ Race: Human Gender: Male Skills: Ex-Nauzican, very well trained in the passed, Almost won several combat tournaments. Can also cut trees. Leave address for return letter if accepted: Westerlands, Oren Capital

He walked through the snow, hooded, gazing upon Death's end. "Home..."

Anyone remember when Oren were vassals under Urguan in Anthos?