Alexander Mourn

""Alexander Mourn, also known as the Oathbreaker among his compatriots, is a mysterious Black Prior who fights under the banner of the Blackstone Legion. Not very much is known about him, as he remained a lordless Knight for many years of his career due to an incident in his past. However, he stands with the newly reformed Blackstone Legion to act as a wall against the enemies of the Ashfield, no matter how vast or powerful they are.

Background
In his past, Alexander was actually a Warden. He fought within the ranks of the Old Iron Legion, some years before the Lord Warden found their way into the Blackstone Legion during the attack on Daubeny's keep. He, like all of his steel clad brethren, was steadfast and resolute to protect the home they made for themselves, yet he was also known for his arrogance. While his colors were with the Iron Legion, he worked under an unknown lord to ensure their Keep wouldn't fall into enemy hands. He was an extremely skilled swordsman, his swordplay rivaling even that of current Wardens, but he was no leader. He was a faithful man, and because of that faith, he believed him and his fellow warriors unbeatable.

Arrogance can often cost a leader dearly, no matter how skilled they are; a lesson he would soon learn. Due to reports of Viking activity to the North, Alexander and a large sum of the Lord's forces marched upwards to investigate. Luck didn't favor them, as a snow storm approached while on their travel. Unphased, he continued the march, unaware of the brutality that awaited them. Whilst they travelled through a mountain pass, the force was ambushed by the Vikings in a swift and brutal sneak attack. There was no chance to defend themselves, and those that attempted met their end in that frigid pass. They didn't stand a chance, and the ones who remained began to retreat. For days on end the barbarians followed them, knowing that they'd lead to a valuable haul. They kept bashing through every attempt the Knights made to set up a defensive position, and before long, they made it to the Lord's keep. Alexander made one last desperate attempt to hold them back in the courtyard with the forces he had remaining, but it was all for naught. He dueled with their Raider leader in a battle of strength and metal, but due to his waning strength, the Raider gained the upper hand and prepared a blow with all his might behind it. Witnessing this, he raised his sword in an attempt to block it, but the blow shattered the once strong blade down the middle. The force launched him down one of the precarious pits they had for disposal, the landing knocking him out cold. When he awoke, the keep that was under his protection fell in flames, and although he was eventually rescued, he knew this wouldn't go unpunished.

After being allowed time to recover, he was judged for his failure. He didn't attempt to defend his actions, for they had no defense. His arrogance and ill preparation led to the Keeps destruction, and even though he was a renowned swordsman, he was stripped of his rank and left with nothing. Did he cast blame on them for such an act? Of course not. A soldier knows when they failed, and he was well aware of how horrid a blow this was to the Legion. Still, he now felt lost and confused, and so he searched for guidance in the one place he had left: the church. With his armor stripped, his defenses gone, all he could rely on was the bulwark that faith offered him. There was a time when the church provided guidance for those in need, and thus it did to the broken Warden who entered its chambers. A member of the Order of the Holy Balaur approached Alexander as he prayed. The man waited patiently, for the Order knew of the importance of faith, and seeing that Alexander did as well earned him their attention. He was offered a place by their side, an offer he graciously accepted. His shattered sword was reimplemented into their longsword, and he once again found himself on the battlefield. He stayed in the Order for a couple years until they sought to work under Apollyon. Alexander didn't trust her motives, believing them too vile for a warrior of faith to abide by. However, he saw that Vortiger was insistent upon this path, and so he found himself leaving the Order that gave him a place in the world again. The deed wasn't unnoticed, and as punishment for it, the title of 'Oathbreaker' fell upon him: the exiled Warden, the abandoned Black Prior, the man with no Legion to call home.

During the events of the Lord Warden's rise, he wandered the lands as a lordless Black Knight, defending all he could. Many a Bastard met their end at his blade, proving that even now his skill with a weapon hadn't abandoned him. Perhaps it was to repent for the Orders he failed, or maybe he simply wished to help any way he could. Only he knows, and he doesn't open up to many anymore. Once Apollyon was slain, and the seven year war began, he hid in the shadows like many other Black Priors. But now, after watching the rise of crazed volcano cultists and the defeat and humiliation of the Knights over and over again, he reveals himself at long last. Fighting under the banner of the newly reformed Blackstone Legion, he fights to put an end to this 'Volcano Pope' nonsense, so that his people can return to their former glory as the hunters, not the hunted.