King Arthur HSA

You grab trusty Excalibur and head out to investigate the noise. The sun has set, and the guards have retired to bed. Not wanting to bother them, you saddle your horse and head out to the source of the noise. As your horse trots slowly out the cobblestone road, the eerie silence washes over you, not even the faint rustling of leaves from wind or even a bird taking flight from a tree branch. The night is still. You continue along the path when suddenly, three men jump from a bush and startle your horse. The black steed gallops away into the darkness of night, and you barely manage to hang on for your life. In the distance, you can hear the three men clambering onto their horses, the clopping of the hooves getting closer. You stop your horse and draw your sword, knowing that these men will not stop their pursuit and you cannot hope to outrun them. The three men arrive, and draw their swords while still mounted on their horses. Steel clangs on steel, the sounds of battle rings throughout the dense woods on either side. The three men slowly encircle you, cornering you within their death circle. You fend off their jabs and parry with your own counterstrikes, but even you are no match for the three men. One of them pierces your side, and blood begins to gush out. Your hand withers, dropping the majestic sword on the road. One of the men dismounts and spits on you. It’s the knight from this morning at the jousting tournament. He laughs, and they ride away, leaving you to die on the side of the road.