Johann arrived at the meeting point riding his favorite horse, a massive white and brown horse bred for war and without fear. As he sat on a hill, his squire came along side on a smaller horse, carrying his banner and supplies. To his east he saw the wide open plans of the Centaur people, widely regarded as ferocious warriors and uncanny hunters, but also shrewd diplomats. He had no issue with them, just the humans that also called the Eastern Plains home. To the west was the absolutely massive Oak Forest. Some called it the Forest of the Dead, because at night you could hear odd sounds coming from it, however Johann would have none of that. It was just a forest to him. At the base of the hill he could see the base camp, and meeting place he was headed for. Already he could identify over thirty separate banners indicating other knights who had already arrived. One particular banner struck a nerve with him. "Boy, do you see that banner there? The dragon spitting fire on the griffon?" Johann said to his page "...yes sire, I see it..." the page answered nervously "That is the crest of the Moiya family. The only thing you can trust about a Moiya is that they will stab you in the back." After this statement Johann rode his horse down the hill and dismounted on the edge of camp. He was not wearing his armor yet, so everyone could see his face, with the scar across his forehead and right cheek, his permanently out of shape nose due to being broken, his short black hair, and his left ear that was partially missing. His muscular frame was only augmented when his page stood next to him, and his large hands could easily enclose the boy's skull. He walked from his horse towards the largest tent, obviously where the commander of this operation would be. He noticed that none of the would dare to look at him for very long, out of fear, or respect he did not know. He pushed open the flap of the tent and walked in to be greeted by the face of at least fifteen other knights and a man almost as large as he was. "Ah, the Red Knight finally graces us with his appearance." said one knight "More like the Butcher of the Southern Isles." said another, which Johann noted was a member of the Moiya family. "Enough!" the larger man shouted. "You're all here of your own personal choice, we asked you to come because we need help. Just beyond the Oak Forest is a small town that is having trouble with raiders, and with the problems we're having with goblins and elves, we lack the military strength to take care of it ourselves. Each of you will be paid very well for finding the raiders and eliminating them." he finished. "We'll be going through the forest, so you have no need of horses once we get there, and we leave at dawn" he added. At this Johann turned and left the tent. These were simple orders, find the enemy, kill the enemy. What could possibly go wrong?