Once, in the land of knights and wizards, kings and farmers, a young boy called Jake Falconfeather, named so after the feather he wore around the hilt of his sword, entered the ranks of the Knighthood.
He rose rapidly, going from student to master in the span of a few short years. He seemed to be unstopable. No swordsmaster stood a chance against him, wielding a magically blessed silver sword he'd rumoredly been given by Magius himself. He was as honorable and curteous on the battlefield as he was off, loyal and true. Rumors were flying that the High Knight himself was going to take on Jake,
But then, Jake's enemies decided that enough was enough, and that he had to be destroyed. Charges were brought against him that he was a cheater and a liar, having gained his skills through the trickery of magic. In the Knighthood, this was worse than allying oneself with the Demon himself. Shunned, Jake could only watch in helpless horror as his enemies, jealous of his skills, slowly fed these lies to his leaders until they had become as real as if they were solid stone. He was cast out, exiled by a few "bad apples" because he'd simply been at knight, a perfect knight..
A young kender female, obviously newly struck by Wanderlust and just as obviously far from home was being beseiged by a group of theives. The little kender's hoopak was keeping them at bay, but she wouldn't be able to hold her own for long. So, Jake stepped in and "Helped" her out, to the result that he got a life long friend and a new hope.
Even if he was doomed never to become a Knight, he could still hold his own in this world and help those he could. He would be his own Knighthood, and thus he'd find a way to help those in need, at the same time helping himself.
So, with Dawnthorn Rosefingers as his loyal and able companion, and his sword at his side, Jake set off for his adventures.
Eventually leading him here, to Avalon.
