Chapter 2: A Rest for the Night
Mounted atop his glorious steed, our hero gazed upon the land. Throughout the thickly dense forest ahead lay one crude and winding path. Galloping through the dusty path the sunset shown through the branches above like a painting and the sounds of nature filled his ears and heart. After only a short distance's travel, new sounds grazed our knight's ears. Approaching a clearing ahead he saw before him a small campsite. Laughter could be heard from inside the tents and it was clear that a few men had gathered here to rest for the night. To the right of the larger tent a small fire was lit. The embers glowed in the dim light and seemed to fill the area with a sense of comfort. Slowing his horse into a steady trot, the knight approached the first tent. A stout red faced man with a joyful expression on his face welcomed the knight to the campsite with open arms. Dismounting the horse, they engaged in a light-hearted discussion of familiar things.
"O Wayward traveller, Rest yourself in one of our tents," exclaimed the merry old chap, when dusk covered the land of Halador like a thick blanket. The knight thought of this idea and agreed. Sipping the man's ale and tying his horse to a nearby tree, there he settled for the night.
Hours later, our knight awakened to rustling noises outside the tent. Unsheathing his broadsword in a swift fluid motion he sliced through the side of the tent and was ready for battle
"O wild beasts of this great land, Where dost Thou hide like a coward?"
Silence.
Upon further inspection of the camp area, he realized that his belongings were not to be found. Mounting his horse, he sliced the ropes that bound his white beauty and galloped along the path in search of these mindless robbers that dare test his patience. He would not allow the land of Halador to bear liscence to theives under his watch. Further up ahead three men could be seen. The horse came to an abrupt stop.
"Who are you who dares approach us? Cannot you bear witness that we are busy in these early hours? Who dares interrupt us?" Challenged one of the theives.
"'Tis I, Roland, Knight of Thurkyll, and on this day a foolish band of highwaymen shall perish by the steel of my blade!" Exclaimed the knight as he neared the enemy.
By Paul
"O Wayward traveller, Rest yourself in one of our tents," exclaimed the merry old chap, when dusk covered the land of Halador like a thick blanket. The knight thought of this idea and agreed. Sipping the man's ale and tying his horse to a nearby tree, there he settled for the night.
Hours later, our knight awakened to rustling noises outside the tent. Unsheathing his broadsword in a swift fluid motion he sliced through the side of the tent and was ready for battle
"O wild beasts of this great land, Where dost Thou hide like a coward?"
Silence.
Upon further inspection of the camp area, he realized that his belongings were not to be found. Mounting his horse, he sliced the ropes that bound his white beauty and galloped along the path in search of these mindless robbers that dare test his patience. He would not allow the land of Halador to bear liscence to theives under his watch. Further up ahead three men could be seen. The horse came to an abrupt stop.
"Who are you who dares approach us? Cannot you bear witness that we are busy in these early hours? Who dares interrupt us?" Challenged one of the theives.
"'Tis I, Roland, Knight of Thurkyll, and on this day a foolish band of highwaymen shall perish by the steel of my blade!" Exclaimed the knight as he neared the enemy.
By Paul