Chungle-Down Bim

Bimmford

Before Segoma’s fall and the rise of the Ornlex, there was a man by the name of Bimmford from the Bimmford family. They lived in Rustwood in Central Prostesa as humble farmers with only a hint of the East-West War. To Bimmford, that was an impossibility that had long stopped mattering. There’d been a cease-fire called, so why in the world would it start up again?
But one problem turned into another and there was Bimmford standing alongside his brethren in what would become one of the bloodiest conflicts Unis had ever seen. Bimmford saw it all. His captain proudly raised his warhammer into the sky declaring yet another war just as a sword was plunged through his back by a panicked-looking dwarf. The dust had just settled from the body of their captain and already another battle had begun. Bimmford cut through the lines of soldiers and met the dwarf prince face-to-face. But as he went for a stab with his sword, a sharp pain surged across his face, and everything went black.

"Damn, Bladedraft, you got the man in the eyes."

The Bladedrafts weren't any ordinary family either. They were a family of soldiers. All of them had been involved in the military at some point, and Bimmford was practically kin with one of 'em.
Things stopped making sense after that day.
They say somedays while riding the few trains there are in Prostesa, one can hear the cackles of an old man that had long since lost his mind. He mumbles about Bladedrafts and the war from so long ago, holding onto a memory that perhaps didn’t matter so much anymore. Though times had changed, he was eternally stuck in the past, a reminder of a potentially horrible future.