[center][h1][color=000222]Sir Khyssoun Maerdrym[/color][/h1][/center]

Before they were able to ride away, a boy had stepped from out of the shadows, screaming for help. Immediately, Cedric rushed to the boy's aide, hopping off of his horse and even offering food to him. Khyssoun supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, Cedric was always too kind for his own good. He diverted his attention for a few moments, glancing out towards the center of the village. Odd. He could swear he was hearing chanting coming from somewhere further in the town.

His thoughts are interrupted by a blood-curdling shriek, and Khyssoun turned to find the boy quite literally draining Cedric's blood dry. [color=000222]"Bloody vampires,"[/color] he hissed, removing his sword from its sheath and hurdling it towards the boy, piercing him through the chest and pinning him to the ground. Of course, this wouldn't be enough to slay a vampire, only the ritual could help with something like that.

Brom stared in horror as his companion fell to the ground out of the boy's grasp, completely bloodless. [color=a7a7a7]"C-Captain, that boy, he-"[/color]

[color=000222]"Yes, a vampire. Unusual in these parts,"[/color] Khyssoun replied, jumping off his horse and moving towards the boy, struggling under the sword, [color=000222]"Undoubtedly one of the causes of this destruction. And quite a pain to get rid of as well."[/color] He stood over Cedric's body, and even had the decency to close the poor man's eyes. He had been a good enough solider, after all. But then what to do with the boy... Khyssoun stared for a moment, but his mind is quickly made up. If you let one pest run free, there would certainly be others. He mumbled something of an enchantment under his breath and made the sign of the cross across his chest. As he grabbed the hilt of the sword, the boy began to scream before eventually falling silent. [color=000222]"Brom,"[/color] he snapped, ripping his sword out of the body and replacing it into its sheath, [color=000222]"What town are we in?"[/color]

[color=a7a7a7]"Okly, sir."[/color]

Khyssoun said nothing in return, but instead motioned for Brom to follow him as they made their way on foot towards the center of the village. As they near the center, he stiffened. There were certainly people here, and not the type he'd like to encounter on any given day. [color=000222]"Prepare yourself, Brom,[/color] he hissed, his hands itching towards his sword once more, [color=000222]"There's quite a few people waiting for us ahead."[/color]

It seemed they were late to the party, there were already a colorful assortment of people there. Rangers of Galuntrung Keep, if he remembered correctly, some sort of wolf-girl, and quite a mismatched handful of cultists and bandits that definitely outnumbered their side. Though he was hoping to stay uninvolved in the battle, it seemed he had no choice in the matter. Khyssoun mounted his horse once more and dug his heels into its side, charging it forth into battle. With the Kingsguard insignia brandished on the chest of his armor, he was sure there was no mistaking his side in battle. Though reluctantly, Brom followed him without question, letting out a strange sort of yell as they rode. 

Arrows hailed from the sky, and instead of foolishly riding into the line of fire, Khyssoun diverted to where they had been fired from. [color=000222]"Seems I've caught you at exactly the right moment, Splint,"[/color] he shouted to the Ranger Chief, hoping he could be heard over the screams coming from the battlefield, [color=000222]"I trust we won't also be the aim of your fire?"[/color]