Do wish to start or should I start us off? ^^

Hm. Since you started this, I think you should start us off.

Ooc: Alright ^^

It was the dead of night and the castle alarms sound. Sir Abel of Fae lunched himself out of the dorms to see what the matter was. People Were running all over the place. Fights between rebels and knights were breaking out all over the castle grounds. What was going on? an attack on the King? This fear became reality as he saw a group of rebels trying to break down the front door to the castle, they were almost through. With in a blink of an eyes he grabed a fellow knight and ran to the door. It only took three swing to bring the rebels down. Abel looked throught the whole the was made in the door and saw a shadow. He turned to his frind and called out inb a strong voice

"Keep the door, Guard it with you life. I think there are Rebels inside."

With that Abel took off inside. The Dim torch light show aspecrts of his looked that couldnot be seen in the dark. He had sholder length Black hair coupled with clear blue eyes.

"Come out. I know you are there. If you run I will kill you." He called out as he crepped along the stone hallway. "If you surrender to me. I can not promise your life will be safe, but mercuy might be granted by the king. I, Sir Abel Fea,will even put in a good word for you." The sound of clanging swords fade as he moved closer the the shadow he saw on the wall, ready to stike.

Outside, the moon was shining and the sound of the horse's hooves on the cobblestones became almost a melody to Alastair. He hummed merrily to himself, bouncing the small bag of gold coins in the air and catching it effortlessly. He patted his horse, Epona, and she gave a small snort of appreciation. All around him, he could hear the chirping of crickets.

Alastair spotted a small pond nearby and headed Epona over to it. He climbed off of her carefully, and led her to the pool, where she drank. He, on the other hand, stood nearby, as though on guard. Soon, she lifted her head and let out an appreciative neigh. He smiled at her, no longer wanting to ride on her (for at least the time being), and led her by the reins back out onto the cobblestone path. With his free hand, he ruffled his sandy-blond hair, already short and curly, like a youth's. Epona was brown all over, but for her hooves and eyes, both of which were black. Of course, it was not as though this could be seen in the dark.

Abel rounded the last corner and saw the horse and boy. "Who are you?" he bellowed. The boy was handsome. The thougth croszsed his mind that the boy could be someone from the kings court. Abel still hadn't meet all the people who lived in the castle. Abel walked forward and raise his sword again he spoke out this time louder "Who are you?!"

[This is me, right? The one with the horse?]

Alastair stopped in his tracks. Epona let out a loud neigh. There was a man before him, brandishing a large sword. Handsome enough, one might think, and noble too. Hm. Surely he had gold that he kept on him. He smiled, trying to hide his surprise.

"Just a simple man, sir," he said, as polite as he could be. "My horse and I are just passing through."

Ooc: Yes, your Character has a horse.

"I think not" He snapped "This is the private garden of the king. No 'Simple man' sets foot in here." In a booming voice he commanded "Tell me who you are, or I will run you through with my blade!" Abel Stomped forward a few feet before stoping at a safe distance. Enough room from him to react to an attack bbut not enough got the Man in front of him to escape.

Alastair shrugged and resigned himself to fate, or at least that was what he usually told himself.

"Sir, as I have proclaimed, I am but a simple man. I am Alastair and this is my horse, Epona."

Epona stared at the nobleman with her head tilted towards one side-a gesture that usually made Alastair snicker, but now was not the time to laugh. He looked over at the nobleman, who still looked angry. He was quite scary, but then, Alastair was a coward and scared of pretty much everything. Especially if it was wielding a sword.

"We are just going on our merry way," Alastair explained. "We're not trying to start trouble."

"I understand getting lost and ending up in this garden "Simpleman" He mocked this strange boy. "but i can not let you go so easliy.. I will check you bags and pcokets first" Abel returned his sword to his belt. Walking over to the make he said In a calmer voice "Show me all your bags now."

With a sigh, Alastair did as told. He did not have anything important in his bag at the moment, thankful-oh. There was that bag of coins. Maybe he could lie, saying it was what he received out of a job he did. Who wouldn't believe that? He glanced at Epona nervously.

This won't end well, will it?

He really, really hoped that nothing bad would come out of it.

I'd like to keep my head. Really.

Abel looked Over what he was carring and couldnt find anything out of the ordinary. With a sigh he said "I am sorry that I rasided by blade to you, But this night had not been normale around the castle..." With a pause for thought Abel contiued "You seem to have a strong sword arm. Will you join me in my fight to protect the castle? If you do I will see that you and your horse are well taken care of for your troubles."

Alastor thought about it for a minute. An honest life wasn't for him, but hey, at least he wasn't getting killed. Maybe he could keep the stealing to the side, where this guy wouldn't know about it. "Sure, why not?" he replied. "Could be fun, although I'm not much of an expert on using a sword. Bow and arrows, though, that's a different story."

Abel walked over to the gated entrence and opened to let this stanger throught "Use what ever weapon you need too"
When abel eyes fell on the battle feild the fight was almost won. Few rebels where felt alive and those that where lucky enough to be alive where pushed into a conner. He felt a little bad for the men and it showed on his face. He turned back to the horse man behind him.

"Do you think you can shoot at those men from his distance? I will give then one last warning before I see then die."

Alastor nodded and pulled out his bow and a quiver full of arrows from a pack at Epona's side. He loaded the first arrow and let it fly through. It hit one rebel square in the chest. He fired the next. One by one, it hit them all, until the rest of them fell over dead. He looked over at the nobleman with a triumphant look in his face.

"Is this what you wanted?"

It was a solem nod of aprovel "Yes. Thankyou for the deed. I have a good bow arm. For a simple man you sure can fight.. Why not stay and join the guarde." He chuckled."MY Name is Sir Abel Haertly. What is your my firend?"

"Just Alastor." He put the bow, quiver, and what was left of the arrows back into the pack. He gave Epona a pat on the head and leaned against her, blinking rapidly, squeezing his eyes shut. He wasn't used to killing men, especially when it had been so long. Alastor didn't want to look at the corpses, covered in blood, with pale, lifeless faces. It was all so disgusting. "Abel, huh? Did you want me to call you by your first name, surname, or just "Sir?" It doesn't matter to me what you want to be called, mind you."

"Abel will do my fine man. Have you eaten?" he asked With a smile "Let go and fine you someroom to sleep in. If you leave now you might get robbed my a theirf"

Alastor smiled.
"Thank you, si-Abel. A room would be nice. What do you have in mind?"

"Well there is room is the castle. "Will that do, for you?" He asked. His sword was placed into his bet and he put his hand on the horse he stood next too.

OOc: You dont seem to be having fun. What uP?

Alastor considered the room. He bet that it was beautiful and luxurious. Abel had to be rich, after all. "Thank you, Abel. Where are we going to put Epona? You have a stable, don't you?" He patted her on the head. "I won't leave you behind."

Off-Topic: Heh? No, I'm having fun. I've just been distracted, that's all. Sorry!