Rand a regardé autour de lui ses nouveaux camarades, il ne s'est pas rangé avec un gros morceau de lui. Tandis que certains prenaient des putes toutes celles qui s'intéressaient au jeune chevalier, on les renvoyait avec une vague de main ennuyeuse, tandis que d'autres buvaient de la bière, il ne buvait rien. Il attendit le discours de Gnarl et se leva avec deux assiettes, une assiette pleine de nourriture, et une autre pleine de pommes et sortit de la salle à manger. En dehors du vent bruissait doucement son manteau gris et la nuit semblait tenir tranquillement à l'aise. "Belle nuit." Il a murmuré à personne en particulier. Il traversa la cour et entra dans les écuries et s'assit sur une balle de foin à côté de la stalle de Steppers, à la vue de son maître, le cheval renifla et lui tailla les pieds : « Heureux de te voir trop pote. » Il a dit et a donné à l'étalon la plaque de pommes.
Rand et le cheval ont mangé leur repas en silence, puis quand ils ont fini Rand a commencé à parler au cheval qui a coincé la tête hors de la stalle presque comme s'il écoutait attentivement le chevalier. « Un nouveau départ pour nous deux, semble-t-il, ça fait un million d'années que nous sommes partis de chez nous. » Le chevalier a dit que le cheval pleurait comme pour dire "Allez". Alors Rand poursuivit : « Tu sais qu'on était des héros, des légendes vivantes. Je me souviens d'enfants qui couraient à nos côtés alors que nous entrons dans les villes, des pédales de fleurs nous pleuvent des balcons pendant que nous libérions les villes. » Le chevalier s'est moqué et a continué à parler. "Alors on nous a dit de tuer ces gens, des enfants nous ont fuis alors que nous entrions dans leurs villes et les avons entourés comme du bétail pour être brûlés dans leurs maisons, tandis que nous entrions dans des villes où ils pleuvaient des rochers sur nous, les gens ne pouvaient pas croire ce que je suis devenu. Même mon ancienne maison a fermé, c'est des portes pour nous." Le chevalier a cueilli des miettes de son assiette et l'a regardée. "Mais nous ne sommes plus amis, je ne doute pas pour l'instant pour qui nous travaillons. Mais notre ennemi a une nation entière à son dos, toute la reine a créateur veille sur son âme est un tas de mercenaires, despotes, et voleurs c'est probablement notre dernier combat mon ami." Avec cela, le chevalier a fini son histoire et s'est enfui.
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Rand n'a pas dormi cette nuit-là, les fantômes des morts flottaient dans ses pensées. Il se trouva à penser à la maison, à son domaine non loin de la capitale, à un lit qui est bien meilleur que celui-ci, et le nom qu'il avait fait pour lui-même. Maintenant, il était dans une caserne avec ses nouveaux camarades, comme certains ont ronflé dans la nuit. Puis il s'est passé Gnarl est venu précipitamment à travers la caserne hurlant et réveillant tout le monde. Rand sortit du lit, enfila son manteau et saisit son épée et le ceintura. En suivant Gnarl, il descendit les rangées de lits et sortait sur les murs.
Le capitaine de garde redressait la vue du nouvel ordre chevalier, la puanteur de vomir sur tout ce qui se trouvait à proximité. "Va nettoyer l'homme bien." Rand a dit de taper le garde sur les épaules après avoir terminé son explication des événements de nuit, puis il s'est arrêté à côté de Gnarl. -- Vous voulez que je monte là-bas et que je les rencontre monsieur? Il a demandé à l'ours.
Rand Sorren
"To hell and back I will serve my queen."
Full name: Sir Rand Therron Sorren
Titles: Sir Rand, Rand the Bloodied, Rand the traitor, And The knight of the farm. (A nod to his village roots, he wasn't actually a farmer.)
Rank: Boar
Age:28
Gender:Male
Appearance:   
  
Personality:Rand is almost fanatically loyal to his lord or lady even until the death. But in his mind the people come first down from the lowliest peasant to the very top, as a knight he believes in honor and will not fight an unarmed opponent or kill prisoners and most of all he will not harm the innocent. But with this said he is not above challenging those who hurt the innocent to battle, Rand is kind to people. Even when things are the darkest he finds good in it, But he seems to avoid talking with his fellow soldiers not seeing them as true knights.
History: Rand was born in a small village in a distant kingdom, the son of a inn keeper and his wife. For the most part rand had for the most part a good early child hood, at age thirteen he was to be apprenticed to the blacksmith. But instead war with a neighboring kingdom brought the army through the village who recruited everybody 12 and older who didn't have a job to do, that meant almost every child 12 and up was conscripted to fight and some of the drifters around town as well.
The army when they weren't marching taught Rand skills he would need to survive, which was essentially the 'pointy end goes in the enemy.' His first battle was a siege that ended in 3 months, He remembers the catapults launching flaming rocks covered in pitch that lit up the night, and arrows that came down like a deadly rain. His orders were to storm the walls. When they set up the ladders Rand was the first one on the walls and he fought ferociously, he couldn't explain it but he just seemed a natural with a sword.
After the battle Rand was noticed by a knight and was squired to him. First came education, books and tactics were thrown at the boy, then came the sword and spear, the horse and shield. He took to these lessons almost instantly, his hunger to learn only matched by his hunger to serve the knight he was squired to and the king of his realm. He was knighted at age 18, given lands and serfs and told to serve his king. He did but as the old king died and his son took the throne things changed, the new king demanded outrageous taxes from the lower class, executed anyone who neighsayed, and ignored the plight of the lower class.
When Rand spoke up about this to the king, he was brought to the dungeons and branded just above the heart so he knew he was owned heart and soul. Then he was left to rot, but as the lower class rose in revolution, Rand was let out as long as he served his lord willingly. So he did, he did things he wasn't proud of he put whole towns to the sword, burned families in their homes, and sent people to the gallows. He saw himself as no better than any other killer.
Eventually he was told to return to the castle, that's when he did it. He was so angry with the king and with himself that he didn't care if he was killed there on the spot. He drew his blade and took the kings head. Then he fled the castle by horse back, as far away as possible. That's where he found the queens guard and seeing as he was already a knight and his skills were desirable he was taken in as their newest recruit.
Skills: Rand is a master of the blade to the point that it seems to be an extension of his hand, he is great on horseback and with a lance or spear, he is also well learned in tactics and other areas of study.
Dreams and fears: Rand dreams of being able to settle and live out his life on a peice of land, he often fears if he is becoming evil or corrupted due to what he's done in the past, its also a subject of nighmares for him
Favored equipment: Heavy plate armor,sword, Glaive, and horse
  The heron is the symbol of Rand's now defunct house 
  The words "All war is the same" Is scratched into the wood of the glave 
  
Extra:   He has a black warhorse named 'Stepper' with him who he cares for like a member of his family, somewhere along the way he learned to play the flute and has since mastered it, Rand is also great with kids and surprisingly gentle for a knight.