Oathbreaker and the Wild Hunt
I The Oathbreaker came to the castle of Camelot to die. Tall and grim, wrapped in cloak like a great bird of woe, he perched upon a hill overlooking the storied stronghold of King Arthur. His face was hidden by a rusted helm of old make. Over a hauberk of battered mail, he wore a tattered and faded surcoat that may have once been a deep blue or green. Emblazoned upon his coat was a terrible black bird, upside-down as if diving into the earth; a token of his shame which had become a herald of terror over his two-hundred…