War on the Horizon...

Augustus sees the clouds gathering. Red and billowing, they crest on the horizon.

/babbling hoping to start a story...

A lone tree sits on a hill overlooking Camelot. It is a small sapling not yet of the great age of most of the surrounding trees, in fact it looks a bit ackward amongst the rest of the aging forest.

A breeze blows in from the north and on it a whisper of something to come. The tree shimmers and in its place sits a young wood elf, just a humbly squire, deep in thought by the looks of it. He glances to the west and sees the clouds as they gather on the red horizon. He takes off toward the keep.

"With the dwindling numbers I'd better make sure Milord Vinmana's Armor is ready. He whispers to himself. With the dwindling number of Squires and pages he knows his work is cut out for him as the preparations begin...

Returning to Camelot from a long trip, Kenweth senses something isn't right. Pausing on the trail he listens. The birds are quiet. Stinging his bow he once again starts moving in the direction of the camp. A heard of deer bound quickly across the trail ahead of him. Relizing something has spooked them, he begins to back track their trail though the forest. Thinking it nothing but a rampaging bear, little dose he relize what awaits for him and the rest of the knights.



Kenweth Farstrider
65 Ranger
Protector of the King's Forests.

Augustus stirs from his tower-top guard-post listening as a low rumble crosses the midnight horizon. Horses and men are approaching. He grasps his crossbow tightly taking a bead on the approaching enemy.

Thinking better, he reaches over and pulls the rope for a silent alarm. He hears the shuffle of sleeping troops awakeneing and arming.

Areleth rises quikly and dons his armor as the master-at-arms awakens everyone in response to Augustus' silent call. Rushing up to the battlements he approaches the elder Knight. "What approaches Lord Augustus? Be they thanksgiving guests arrived early or party crashers?".

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Areleth, I know not yet what we might face, but I think it might not be a big threat...

:::grins as the Teddie bears approach:::

/Sorry, it's Christmas and I can't be serious!

~ Auggie ~

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:::shoots a flaming arrow into the nearest teddie bear:::

:::runs screaming into the fray::::

/guts

::wades in behind Sir Augustus::

::fur and stuffing flying everywhere::

"I'm sure glad they're riding shetland ponies... makes it easier to hit em!"