Thread: This is Avalon (Alpha and LL)

Wilhelm Schneider had dedicated his life to the Order of the Iron Shield and the protection of the people of Avalon from all threats. He stood just over seven feet tall with short cropped white hair and a beard to match, a scar running from just above his left brow and down across his eye, the injury having blinded him in that eye years ago. In every sense of the word Wilhelm was what everyone pictured when they heard the word Knight. At that moment he did not sport his brilliant Vermillion plate armor and Warhammer, instead sporting a simple short sleeved tunic with the crest of the order emblazoned on the front. He leaned against the heavy wooden door before him, resting his forehead against one tree trunk like arm as he peered through the narrow slot into the holding cell beyond. Overnight a their had slipped into the guild's compound deep in the heart of the great city it Karnaca and has been caught trying to lift an artifact from theor trophy hall. The item itself was nothing of great value, an oddly shaped medallion made of some unidentified green stone and engraved with tunes that no one had been able to read. It had sat there for years, largely ignored by members. As he stood there thinking about it Wilhelm felt a headache begin to come on and he quickly shoved the thoughts aside, the headache fading as quickly as it has come. The man inside the cell and managed to make is way into the most sacred of grounds for the Iron Shield, upon his arrest all his equipment has been stripped from him, much of it highly specialized tools that the old knight didn't recognize possibly because the Rouge had built it himself. He had spent all of ten minutes in the cell with the man and found him insufferablely arrogant. He had identified himself at Gabriel Crow and then, with a smirk that Wilhelm had wanted to wipe away with the back of his hand, declared that he was better known by another name. Storm Crow. The man seemed both confused and offended when Wilhelem didn't instantly recognize the name. It was then that he chose to excuse himself and cool his head before he did punch the man. Inside the cell Crow rocked back and forth on the cheap wooden chair they had schackeled him to, slowly pushing it up on the back two legs before letting it slam back down on the battered stone floor. There was nothing particularly impressive looking about Crow, a slim, athletic build under clothes that didn't seem to fit quite right, an unruly head of sandy coloured hair with a scruffy looking beard to match. He stared up at the ceiling, counting cracks in the concrete in an attempt to alleviate the bordum he was feeling. It had been roughly an hour by his guess since the massive knight had stormed out, and the whole time Crow sat there, very much aware of exactly where The Key was, feeling the same anxiety at being away from it that he had since he had read that damned book two weeks ago. The buzzing in his head had only gotten worse when he was close to it, making it difficult to think clearly. The chair legs came down with a thud that echoed through the chamber. If you're planning to bore me to death you're getting close to accomplishing that goal, he shouted towards the door, knowing that someone was on the other side watching him, but if you wanna know about that key, then boring me isn't gonna work.