Arthur relaxed on this warm, summer night and appreciated life, it treated him nicely. It gave him a beautiful wife, a little boy and an amazing honor, being a knight. Protecting the weak, and serving the brave and strong.
Arthur was going to go check on the royal family, since it was his turn anyway. As he walked up the castle walls, he heard... A mixture of brutish yelling and screaming with the snarling of wild animals. As he looked out the castle opening through the winding staircase, there was death itself. The Matriarch, leading it's horde of Orc Warriors, Ogres, Kobolds, Gnolls and much more... He tensed up and his senses prepared him for quick thinking and brute strength.
He ran as fast as could, and his slightly heavy iron armor didn't help at all. As he made it to the top, as he looked around, the scout was nowhere to be found. His bow and arrows were gone, the orcs must have gotten him... As he looked downwards, about one hundred feet below, there were several knights and wa