General Maxem Gornak was born on 29th of Hísimë 2974 year of the Third Age.The people of Gondor were living peacefully in their settlements back in that time as did the members of the Gornak family with Minas Tirith.

                        A huge luxurious house, in the one of the First Tiers of Minas Tirith was where Ergon and Maya Gormak,two of the noblemen would marry and give birth to their only son Maxem. They both tried to keep him safe from harm,but when he reached the age enough to wield the sword he decided otherwise.Maxem was trained by the skilled warriors from a young age in the art of the Bow and Sword.The training was hard, but with the dangers that lay ahead would eventually become useful.

                         Another dose of General's rallies reached his ears. " Make them suffer, my allies!' Today we avenge our fallen kinsmen!" -He shouted and then a thought, a distant memory has struck his mind. One of his dead friends, just a month before his death,telling him to never give up and fight for those he loves in the wilds of Gondor. He felt the sudden heat and felt like his energy was doubled."For Gondor!" - he yelled and felt the courage of the nearby enemies crushed. He fought on, empowered by avenging his friend. Then he avoided being hit by the battle-trolls mace and rolls to the ground with even more anger inside her. "You think you can match a man of Gondor?!" - he stood back up and charged towards the beast piercing it through with his sword. "You cannot match someone like me! You have no power over me!" - he yelled as it collapsed to his feet then reclaimed the weapon from its corpse. His fury soon passes as he starts to become weary from the fight but still stays on his guard.

                     They both still fought on until the numbers of the enemy has reduced. Both of them reunited as they moved back to the hill. "Something is not right here.." -
he then said to himself and spotted that the battle trolls are retreating. General looked at the soldiers as they approached then to Maxem. "Look, all of The enemies are retreating!"- He said not only to them, but to all of those who were still present. Then he looked into the distance. "What could this mean...?" - Maxem kept wondering.

                      His General moved then towards the edge of the hill to get a better view. " I am wondering what use were they in our own ho--" - He got interrupted as one of the returning trolls grabbed him and tossed down the hill.Maxem seemed frightened by that turn of events. "No!" - He yelled and ran in that direction, grabbing a bow of the fallen archer and starting to shoot towards the troll's head until it has retreated. The Man was lying on the ground, feeling knocked out but with grave wounds and after a moment  he started to regain consciousness. The battle was done but the cost was great, for him even too great.The remaining soldiers along with Maxem brough the General back into the City and then to The Houses of Healing.But it was clear that he doesn't have much time left. "Get... Get the Steward... please..." - He said towards one of the guards.The Steward came not long ago. Their talk remained unknown to Maxem. He approached the General not long after it."You... you will lead them... to victory.... General Maxem..." - The General said and put The Insignia of the unit in his hand as he took his last breath. From that moment,he was now in lead of the Battalion.

                       Not long after that events he got married with the greatest love of his life, Seyma.The most beautiful woman he has ever meet. They lived happily in the garrison for quite a time, but without a child.Even though they really wanted it. One day, sadly his wife couldn't take living like that anymore and she jumped from the Eagle Tower commiting suicide.The love and depression was another tragedy during Maxem's life. But now he has moved on, changed a bit but still strong.Loved by his soldiers like a father he feels himself to be.