The page knocks upon the door. Shaking slightly in the darkened hallway of the immense keep. Flames flickered down the hallway from the torches lit so those that enjoyed the night could find thier way. Lord Tuvor had gone to bed Early that evening after doing a little gardening in KORT's yardway. JeQuelle was gone to see her parents once more as they got up in Age she made the trips more often and Tuvor was lost and lonely without her guidance upon his soul.

The Page rapped louder upon the door, and started to shake a little more. He could here rumbling about inside the chamber of the Knight, and grumbling was heard as well. The door creaked open ... ' This had best be important.' , Barked a tired, rubbing the eyes old Knight. The Page said nothing and handed a scroll to him and watched as the Lord began to read.

'When did this arrive lad ?', Asked the Knight in his baritone,whispery voice.

'Just now gentle Lord, The Squires on guard at the gate were taken aback by the presence of its arrival.', Quipped the young Page who hoped one day to occupy a room such as Lord Tuvor's.

'Prepare my horse Fairthrax, provisions for a month. And be quick lad, time slips by without us knowing so. ' , Spoke the Lord as he closed his door.

He grabbed his gear, which was light. looked about and could think of nothing else he needed from his room. He took a good long look, perhaps he would not see it again he thought to himself, such was the peril of his journey.

He ran from the mighty Cherry wood doors that made the castle most impresive, his steed Fairthrax stood as commanded ready for the journey. Lord Tuvor took the reigns and said nothing to the page or squires at the gate. Fairthrax simply reared back on both legs and Tuvor thrust a fist in the air, and shouted KORT !!!! FOR THE GOOD OF THE REALMS !!!!!. Lightning crackled in the distance marking Tuvor's outline most eerily.

He and Fairthrax made thier way out the gate and the mighty iron doors where shut behind him perhaps for a final time. And off he and his steed were, off to do battle, perhaps for the final time.

As I sit and listen to the night sounds of crickets, meditating and trying to find the serene joy of camelot. The crickets cease to sound Instincts tell me there is danger, but then i realize im in camelot. The sound is that of Lord Tuvor as he is commanding some pages to ready his horse. As I move from the garden I see the good lord Mounr His horse and ride toward the gates in full gallop. Just as the gates were opening. I walk over to the pages still standing there. Where is Lord Tuvor off to this time of night I ask the page.

The Lord Knight sits in the tavern, the smokey air wafting through his nostrils. He takes another long drag upon the chalice in front of him and drains the cup. A young man early on in his years comes and delivers a new chalice filled to the brim.

A ship master enters and immediatly eyes the Knight and makles his way through the smokey haze and sits opposite him. ' I hear thou art the one wishing passage ?', Says the master in a gravely voice.

"Aye, I need to make way to the port of Shanelt, I have urgent business there. ', Replies the Knight draining the chalice in one loooong tug.

' Only ones who go there be Ruffians and thieves, and you look none the such M'Lord ', The ship master said.

Looking slowly up from his new chalice brought by the barboy, the Knight speaks important words, ' I have found that with the death of my mother ...I have a twin brother. And tis there that he be, I go to meet this man who is part of me, and hopefully to bring him home with me, being from that port perhaps you know fo him his name be Armistis ?'.

' Aye, M'Lord, I have heard whispers of the name in the shadows of the dark. Tis all i know, but i shall take you to the city of ruffians far to West of Fair Erudian, tis there your true journey begins i think. We leave on the morrow from Port Erudian, Do not be late.' , Spoke the gravely voice.

"Aye, i shall be there, I will not a chance to find this man so named to me in a scroll to be my twin brother', Spoke The Lord Knight taking another long tug on the chalice. This night would be a restless night For sure.