Storyboards: Krystophan

As the soft wind blew through his hair the bright sunlight shining upon his face, Sir Krystophan knew this would be a good day. After recently returning home to Vo Kriederin to visit his family for a few days, the pull of the road became to much for him to resist. He just did not feel comfortable unless he was able to feel the wind through his hair. The possibility of a battle just over the next hill always gave him the desire to press on just one more league.
It was with these thoughts in his mind that Sir Krystophan crested the next hill, only to draw the reins of his horse up sharp with what he saw ahead. Almost hidden within a small copse of Trees could be seen a group of brutish looking ruffians. From the sound of steel clashing and the way they moved about it was obvious they were engaged in battle. For a long moment Sir Krystophan debated whether to join or not. Although the pull of the battle was great indeed, it was a battle that he had no part of.
Why they could be just practicing he thought to himself. With a nudge of his feet he urged his warhorse on to continue down the road. Before his horse had taken even a few steps, something happened to change Sir Krystophan's mind in an instant. While still watching the fight, a flash or deep red hair could be seen between the ruffians. All of a sudden, the scream of a women was heard over the sounds of battle. A lady in danger thought Sir Krystophan! With a large grin splayed across his face, he pulled out his horn, announcing his charge with a loud blast that could be heard for miles and miles. A quick kick of his feet spurred his warhorse into a charge as he bore down upon the battle scene. The ruffians could not help but hear the challenge.
Upon turning around, the sight of a Mimbrate Knight bearing down on them caused them to tremble in fear. With the charge of his warhorse bringing Sir Krystophan almost upon them, he draws back swiftly bringing his horse to a quick stop. With hardly a pause he leaps from his saddle, armour and all, and lands on the ground with a mighty crash. Rising to his feet, his mighty sword is already in hand and his shield is set. His eyes appraise each ruffian before him, a small smile on his lips as he prepares for battle. A glance to the side shows him a small form laying on the ground, moving only slightly. He growls with a pent up rage as he grips his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"I beseech thee scum of mine land. For thine cowardly attack upon those smaller than thee, it rests upon mine shoulders to rescue this fair lady," Sir Krystophan says with a dangerous look in his eyes. “Of course, this doth not bode well for thee and thine comrades. I give thee one chance, and one chance only to leave this place and return nought again. How chooseth thee?”
The ruffians look at each other, knowing that they outnumber the knight yet not sure just how powerful this strange man is. An evil grin crosses their faces as they press forward to attack. A large smile can be seen on Sir Krystophan's face as he realizes he shall get to fight.
"Ah t’is a great day now. Beware foul ruffians, for mine blade shall feast upon thy blood this day!" With a cry to Chaldan Sir Krystophan springs forward and attacks!

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