THE PALADIN & THE ROGUE
‘Sir Stalos Kneels Within A Chapel, Of Other Men’s God… Not His
But He Is Not Alone’
AN ORDER OF THE RED PHOENIX CAMP
THE TILEXIAL FOREST
Sir Stalos steps out into the camp, behind him a chapel of, not his god, but he finds peace their anyway.
Crossing his path are two Paladin’s of The Red Phoenix, one on each side of a shadowy charcoal cloaked young woman, with dark hair and dark eyes, her hands bound by rope.
Her eyes lock with his as she wipes dirt and blood from her mouth, she smiles with a slight glimmer in her eyes.
Sir Stalos is struck for a slight moment, then continues his way to his gray steed Oden, which is tied to a tall tree just outside of camp.
He mounts, and makes his way north…
…clouds of a storm lay ahead.
Sir Stalos himself wears a silver plate/chain mail mix…
…his tabard, white in color, bares no symbol.
At his side a long silver blade, once belonging to his uncle, a great knight.
On his back, a perfectly round shield, with white trim, and once again, no symbol.
His hair, a grey blond… His eyes a deep, dark blue.
His form is tall and fit, his face unshaven.
As he trudges forward, the cold northern rains come down upon him…
He senses something, but–
“Shouldn’t you sleep, until the rains are gone…” speaks a soothing, yet sly woman’s voice from behind him.
In one quick motion, he spins, slides off his horse, his silver blade pointed at…
…the girl from the camp.
She stands in the rain, her hands still bound, she holds them up to him, “Help a girl out.”
With a single sweep downward of his blade, the ropes are cut.
As he remounts, he speaks, “You could have gotten out of those yourself…”
“True… But a knight in shining armour, couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”