<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.turbosquid.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/3DFantasyKnight.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kale<br/><strong>Role</strong>: Knight Commander<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  City Streets<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Aserits<br/><br/>There were three knights now blocking the path to Castle Thieri.  The first knight, Sir Ralph, was adorned in a steel plate armor that covered his large circumference.  He wore a red cape, which matched his red face.  He was gluttonous, and perhaps the worst physical example amongst Theirian Knights, but he was a dangerous man with his ranseur.  He sat aboard a chestnut gelding, also armed in steel plate.  He was not wielding a weapon, but he was imperiously halting the progress of the Aserit caravan with his gauntleted hand.<br/><br/>"Behold, the Prince of Thieri, the future king!" he bellowed hoarsely.   "By his command, halt!"<br/><br/>Sir Pontius, the rider sitting opposite to Sir Ralph, cut an impressive figure aboard his black pinto.  He wore a full plate of pewter color with a golden cape, and had a short blond set of hair, visible on account of the knight having dislodged his helmet from his head and holding it at his side.  His face had been crushed, however, by the blow of a warhammer, and he had lived beyond the injury as a disfigured gentleman knight.  Although his injury was unsightly, he was not conscious of it, nor ashamed of it, either.  And though he said nothing, he was prepared to do battle, on account of his axe being alive in his grasp.  He, too, enforced the order to halt the caravan.<br/><br/>The Knight Commander sat aboard the mighty roan, Typhoon, and his armor was embroidered in gold.  His handsome face could not be seen, except for the black, narrowed slits of his eyes beyond the shadow of his helm's visor.  This Knight radiated with the thirst for action.  It was such that the creak of his gloves could send him into a murderous charge.  His musculature was wound that tightly.<br/><br/>"Your majesties," he said.  His voice wasn't hard or regal.   "We wonder at your arriving through the rear of our city.  We wonder at your treachery.  But then I am reminded that my father's Kingdom is protected by a dense forest that your forces cannot make heads or tails of.  And then I recall that the city of Aserit is flat and its people are poor.  Not much of a city.  I can understand why you would get lost.  Allow me to escort you to the castle."