After riding all day and deep into the evening, returning from battle in a far away land, a knight of Lord Britannia's army grew close to the knights barracks in the forest of Yew. As the rider approached the guard post near the Grove of Love, he could tell something was not right. The forest smelled of smoke, and faint screams could be heard from deep in the woods. The knight quickly rode to the guard post where a scared guard seemed to not know what to do. "Guard" the knight yelled, snapping him out of a deep confusion "What tragedy has struck the city of Yew?!" The guard stuttered before finding his words "There is word that the Grand Master Knight has fallen Sir! The army has been disbanded! The city is being over run by looters, thief's, murderers and monsters!" The knight spared not a moment more, swiftly riding into the woods, disappearing into the now thick smoke to defend the city from this chaos... The forest was left smoldering, a wasteland of death, ash and debris. But not far from what was the knights barracks a pile a burnt wood and ash began to move. From the ashes rose the figure of a knight, a knight not distraught by the loss of his banners or leader, instead determined to find his brothers in arms among the ruins so they could band together and fight once again... Ex Cineribus
