Redmont was having a massive feast as of now, Will, Horace, Halt, and even Gilan himself has showed up. The reason for the feast was an odd one, Sir rodney wanted to congratulate one of his best knights with a large amount of people. The young warrior in training and some of his friends had been wandering around a local farmstead when they heard a loud scream. Just a few moments later there was a lot of fire coming from inside one of the barns, the young warrior and his companions didn't hesitate. They ran right in to see what was happening. They saved a family from bandits in the end. Along with a three month old infant and her Fourteen year old brother.

Will was pondering over the whole thing, Strange, there's been way too many bandits in this region. He thought, he snapped his head to the right when there was a loud crashing sound, it sounded like a half dozen plates shattering as they hit the ground. And sure enough, a servant had hit the tray against another servant as they passed each other. The other servant had a tray, very fortunately he had nothing on it. Unfortunately, he tripped over a chair and landed face first. His tray landing on his head with a big BONG. Now the servants had everyone's attention. There was a long moment of awkward silence before there was laughter. As will watched he saw the young servant, no older than fourteen blush as red as an apple and bolt out of the dining hall. He sighed, he could picture himself in that same scenario. "Did you see that?" One man yelled, "Hilarious! You please clean that up." A couple of others had something to say, but Will stood up and followed where that young man went. As he walked there was laughing, snickering, and even a few people choking on their own Ale, as the food had not been served just yet.

Two men at arms on guard opened the massive gate to the great hall of the beautiful castle, as Will walked past the guards saluted. They then closed the door after he was gone. And as he walked down the corridor, he blended in with the darkness. It was every rangers habit, since they are trained. And they are the Kings elite force. Many people looked up to the rangers, and relied on them. Rangers were a big part of everyone's life after all. Stopping at a corner, Will could here the faint sounds of sobbing, of course. The servant was embarrassed. Anyone would. "You know that's not your fault right? If it had been someone else they would have done the same." The young boy jumped, nearly as high as a cat when a large dog takes it by surprise. "Ra-Ranger! I-I didn't see- where D-Did you come from!" The boy exclaimed. Will remained quiet, studying the young boy in front of him. He had bright blue eyes, blond hair, his left eyebrow was missing, his face was also covered in freckles. On top of that, he was very small as well. He couldn't be more than 14. "I just needed a break from all the craziness in there, way too loud for my comfort." Will said with a smile, "Do you want to take a walk with me?" He added. The young boy hesitated, but slowly nodded. "Y-Yes sir." Will smiled. "Well, lets go then. Some fresh air seems nice right now." Reaching out his hand the boy took it, and he stood up. "Y-Your right." He said shyly. They were quiet as they stepped into the courtyard. They took some lefts, some staircases, and some rights in all those corridors. But now it was time to say hello, since they haven't introduced each other yet. But of course, the young boy will most likely recognize Will's name, everybody has. And who wouldn't?

"My names Will Treaty, i'm a kings ranger." Will finally said, the boys eyes widened and he looked at him in surprise. "M-My names Michael, Michael Uldorich." He replied. "Well Michael, I guess I can say that there's no need to be embarrassed there. Everyone has gone through that, I myself, Sir Rodney, even the king himself has gone through that." Will stated. Michael bit his lip and frowned, he looked like he was trying not to say something rude as a reply. "Yeah, I-I suppose your right. But it isn't the first time its happened, that guy has done that twice now." He replied angrily. Will glanced at him, Vaguely, he remembered a rather large, bulky, and tall servant walking past at the time of the incident. "Well, have you told the servant master? Or the Baron Arald himself?" Already Michael was shaking his head. Will frowned "Well, lets see what we can do, Come on then."

The Araluen- Pictan borderline.

The night was silence as a patrol of Araluen soldiers walked along a large path. These warriors seemed to be looking for a fight, there was 23 of them in all. Every Soldier was in chainmail, with the usual surcoat bearing their lords insignia. However, with that they had full face helmets on, with a visor that can be slid to allow better seeing. Every warrior had a broadsword, a Kite shield, and then a sword. Although, a couple of them can be seen with large daggers at their sides. The three officers however were on horseback. Two of the three had long lances, one was about 9 feet long. It was a lance of course, the knight in the middle was a very large man, with strong muscle strength. If anyone was to stare at him they'd be looking at a man twice their size. He had massive arm muscles, back strength, And core strength. He was obviously the most capable warrior of them all. He had a massive great sword strapped to his back. And he had a scarf around his neck, along with a full face helmet as well. His horse was a large black stallion. Covered in chainmail, the warriors horse on the right was brown, with the same Armor, and the horse on the left was a light grey colored Stallion as well. These men were fully equipped for a battle. But they were unaware of the hostile eyes in the trees. The massively built man raised his hand. The war party stopped. Around them was nothing but thick, overlygrown bushes. Dead trees, and many, many leaves. It was Mid-Fall. And at this time of the year it did become cold. The massive built warrior swore he caught movement in the trees, scanning the area he began looking for any more signs of movement. "Form up!" He ordered, quietly. It was loud enough for everyone to hear him. But not enough for anyone else behind those massive trees to hear. "Did you see that too?" One of the officers whispered to the massive man. His voice was low and deep. "Yes Kael, I saw it as well. We can't take any chances. We just need the Damn reinforcements to arrive, and hopefully a ranger or two with them. I just pray that our messengers are getting through." The massive man said. Truth be told, those messengers did not make it. So they wouldn't receive any help.

There was a yell as one of the men spotted something again. "Curses! Form up, Defensive formation!" He yelled at his men, also spinning his horse around to get to the middle of all the warriors. "Dammit Sir Jordan, here I was hoping we could get back and have some nice coffee." The officer said by him, obviously Kael judging by his low voice. The massively built man, now known as Sir Jordan just glanced his way. "We all are. Form up!" Immediately after he yelled it, there was the sound of running feet, with the clank of metal, leather straps, and weapons. Just down the road, was at least a hundred warriors. But at the same time there were warriors rushing out of the trees. Twenty of them in all. "Stand firm! Don't let these nasty little buggars' scare us off!" Sir Jordan yelled. He reached towards his greatsword. Whenever his hand felt the leather grip of his blade, he felt at ease. And he felt proud to be a warrior. He slowly drew his sword. Even though they all had an almost Zero chance of survival, he still had to fight. And just pray that another patrol can hear them. "Kael, David, Mavic, come with me!" Kael smiled in response, David and Mavic were quick with a "Yes sir!" Before stepping away to follow their commander. "Doyle, you take care of our boys here. We will slow those fools down over there." Jordan said to his third officer, His heart was beating fast. And perspiration was already leaking down his face. There was also butterflies in his stomach as he pointed his sword at the oncoming horde of warriors. "You got it Jordan!" Was his long time friends reply. In fact, Jordan, Kael, and Doyle were childhood friends. They grew up together. So they knew how to work together.

Already his men were battling the ambushers. Jordan and his three comrades turned to face the horde heading their way. "So, we goin' do a kill count to fifty again? You can't beat my record Jordan." Kael said waving his sword. Jordan glanced at him, then to David and Mavic. His best warriors he had with his platoon. "I'd say we count how many lives we save by taking out one of those buggars." Was his response. They all smiled. "Good one, just make sure I get the credit." Kael retorted. He swung his sword as the horde ran right into them. Immediately his opponent screamed and fell to the ground. Jordan however had to deal with two guys at the same time. Parrying a spiked club, he quickly kicked the enemy warrior in the stomach and then slammed the flat end of his blade against the second warrior. He then swung his blade around, taking the other mans head off. Jordan sensed a threat coming from behind and swung his greatsword in a wide horizantal arc. It took the enemy warrior by surprise. But this battle was not going to be an easy one. As he spun around to look how the main force was doing, he could see at least six of his men down, a couple others already sporting some cuts, one warrior was actually missing his left arm. Doyle was currently sparring with a enemy soldier. Fortunately most of the ambushers were down, unfortunately, most of the large party was now targeting what was left. Jordan looked around, trying to see an officer of any type. If there was someone yelling, and pointing, then he's an officer. He spun around and wacked a warrior with the hilt of his blade then slashed another warrior across the side. His now slashed opponent dropped his blade and reached to his side, screaming out. However Jordan had another opponent coming up from behind, and in front of him. He rolled to the side just as they both swung their blades. One of the warriors clubs gouged his comrade in the head, then the others shortsword went right into his side.

But Jordan just barely catches it, a different kind of armor deep behind all the enemies. He glanced to his left as Kael bashed a warrior with his shield, then at the same time swung his sword at an opponent on his right. Quickly glancing to his right,he saw David stab a warrior in the chest, then raise his shield at a slanted angle, blocking a sword, the warrior lost balance as his sword slid off of Davids shield. And met his end as a blade suddenly spun on him. Mavic was fine, his opponents were actually backing away a little. No one likes to fight a crazy person. Jordan thought, however he began to look around for any side of the officer he saw. And it was just a few moments later he saw the man, making his way towards Kael. Who was busy fighting a spearman. Jordans anger boiled, he was not going to allow any of his friends to die yet. He surged forward, swinging his greatsword he sliced an opponents legs off, and continued running. Just in time to save Kael, there was a loud RING. As swords met, Kael spun around, his eyes widened for a quick moment. He shared a look with Jordan, and spun back around to continue fighting. However staring at this ugly, strong man in front of him. Jordan took notice of his long beard, leather armor, red hair, his ugly brown eyes. That were full of hate, and his dirty face. This man knew what he was weapon was a massive axe, it was two handed, one side was curved and the other straight. An ugly weapon of war of the corner of his eye he can see his men holding off against whats left of the enemy. He even caught Doyle fighting. But he then turned his attention back onto his opponent as they stepped back. Then immediately there was a swing coming at him, Jordan raised his sword and easily parried it away. He quickly followed it up with a couple steps forward, and a Horizontal swing from his right. His opponent just barely managed to parry, however Jordan wasted no time on that. Quickly bringing his sword back he swung an overhead, and faked it, using his back muscles and arm muscles to pull the sword back, his opponent raised his massive weapon to parry the stroke, however it was his mistake, Jordan swung his blade from the left and took the bearded mans head off. Its a few moments later theres the sound of a lot of horses, and soldiers on both sides spun around to see what it was.

Heading right towards them... Was the Kings cavalry, and with them, was a Kings Ranger.