Gaston de Galliard

Gaston de Galliard was one of the earliest and most renowned Questing Knights of Bretonnia.

History
Not long after the coronation of Louis the Rash, the young King came to the conclusion that Athel Loren was a vital point of defence against Bretonnia's enemies. Seeking to form an alliance, he sent Gaston, one of his most esteemed Questing Knights on a perilous journey into the domain of the Wood Elves.

Only a Questing knight such as Gaston would be reckless and brave enough to attempt this task alone. Only a lone knight would have a chance of passing through the borderlands as a messenger. If a party of knights were sent, the Elves would definitly attack them, believing them to be a baron's retinue intent on invasion. Gaston rode boldly into the mystical forest, and despite every threat, every strange and disturbing ploy that the goddess Ariel used against him, he would remain intent on completing his task.

Gaston's Quest
Guiding his great white charger onwards through the trees, the horse stepping carefully over exposed roots and mossy hummocks, the questing knight advanced further into the woods. His quest was of the utmost importance and it was imperative that he succeed: none had done so before him and his honour was at stake.

It had been just after dawn five days ago when Gaston de Galliard had reached the edge of the forest. Having passed beyond the age-worn boundary stones and crossed the tract of open heathland that made up the borderlands of Athel Loren the knight had already completed a long and ardous trek and yet the most perilous part of his journey was yet to come...

During those five days the wooded landscape had varied dramatically. One day his horse was climbing over high, boulder-strewn crags, the next he was riding along the banks of a mist-shrouded lake. Despite the beauty of the forest, Gaston did not let it overwhelm him. Instead he concentrated on watching for any signs that he was about to be challenged by the guardians of the forest. So far noWood Elves had attempted to impede his progress, but the deeper he intruded into their realm, the more likely he felt that he would be called to account.

Passing an elm, split down its middle in times past by lightning, Gaston rode on, listeneing out for any sound that might belie the presence of camouflaged archers. An hour later he passed the same tree again. Another ten, steady steps forwards and suddenly gaston found himself in an entirely different part of the woods. It was as if the forest were distorting itself around the trespasser and time no longer had any meaning. Perhaps this disturbing effect had happened as soon as Gaston left the wild heaths, and he had been riding for ten days rather than five. Or possibly, percieved from the real world outside, he had only entered the forest a few hours ago. Whatever the truth, the Questing knight would not let this strangeness prevent him from delivering his message.

Source

 * : Armybook: Wood Elves (5th Edition)

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