Sir Gerald stood between two trees at the edge of the clearing, his watchful eyes glued to the castle beyond and his hand clenched the hilt of his sheathed blade. For hours he had watched and his concentration never faltered.. Yet, he believed he must have fallen asleep on his duty or looked away for but a moment, as there hadn't been sight of a single person. No sound or movement came from the fortress of stone, nor was there any sign of light flickering through the arrowslits that adorned the battlement. If this were a routine scout he would have deemed the place abandoned, void of any life. This was not true for Castle Anthrax. Inside was Sir Galahad, a fellow knight of the round table, a knight of King Arthur and he was being held hostage. He had left on a most noble quest for the grail and was captured by the treacherous temptresses that call the stronghold their home.<br/><br/>Several hours passed and there had been no movement still. Confident that the harlots within would not show themselves whilst he stood watching, he made his way back to camp where his comrades, Sir Lancelot and Dame Helaine remained, "They are not giving anything up" Gerald said, the frustration seeping out in each word "Well, at least not to us" he added on in jest. He took a seat beside the fire and began to warm himself. Hours of fixed watch had taken its toll on the broad man and he was cold to the core. "I suggest we gather our gear, and infiltrate the castle after the sun has set this night. The sooner we can rescue Sir Galahad from whatever nightmares are being inflicted upon him in there, then the sooner we can return to our true quest. Our quest for the grail!" he said enthusiastically.<br/><br/>"3 Knight's cannot possibly storm a castle" retorted Lancelot, "there must be at least 150 of them in there."<br/><br/>"Any normal enemy and I would agree with you, Sir Lancelot, but I have a feeling they may embrace us with open arms as we make our way to their gates. Of the castle that is." he replied, smiling as he warmed his hands over the fire.<br/><br/>The sun had almost disappeared for another night and only a distant orange glow could be seen. Gerald had taken the time to dress for battle and was prepared to make his way to the gate. He stood 6" tall wearing a finely fitted hauberk of silver mail that showed his muscular figure off well. His arms were adorned with metal pauldrons and gauntlets; his legs with plated shin guards and greaves. Gerald was fully armoured except for his head, where his stern blue eyes, and defined jaw could be made out very clearly. Even his dark hair could be seen with the last rays of light. He turned to his companions, "Are you ready to rescue our comrade?"