The Winter Snow Still fresh as his Warhorse breath crystalizes in the air. The fur cloaked rider moves silently thru the snow as the Castle walls of Camelot appear.

From a distance the battlement appear he steps off his horse and reaches down and grabs a handfull of snow, tastes it he looks upon this place and Remembers the times he has had there, From Births to Death his life foretold by the gods them selves, little did he know what part he would play in fight for peace. Looking back even more so of the people who came to know him and those people he loved. But now the scars of battle upon his body his one good arm and the reminders of the fight in wich struck a blow to the faceless god Cazic Thule. He says a prayer to those inside the keep whom this day still struggle to find peace and goodwill. Aye Tis a day to remember the good times and the bad for this year has passed. Looking back on the Home he knew as cleric. But now a new time is ahead and a new light will take my place. He walks to the saddle and grabs the small blanketed child wrapped in wolfskin fur he Says. My son this will be your new home here they will teach you the way of goodness and mercy, He Kisses the child on the forehead and then straps the basket to the saddle along with his weapon as his calling card. The horse knows the way so as so many times before He walks to the Sentry who Immediatley recognizez the heraldry on the saddle calls for the Captain of the Guard.There in the basket a note and a morning star. """ My dear friend and Lord Chancellor we fought many a times side by side, weve shed blood and tears together you treated me like a son. and I was proud of that fact, by now you will be getting this note know this, is too late for me Ive been called away on a different path i must go. I leave with you the greatest gift one can bestow upon another It is my Son Teach him well he will not let you down, I know this is the best spot for him for goodness and mercy favors thee. I shall watch him from afar and my blessings will always be with thee and Camelot"

Sir Gwaine Knight CLeric of Camelot and Wander of the Planes