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His horse died at Kekabeka Falls... It was a cold, wintery, windswept day when the three men met, many years ago. All had travelled far and faced many hardships to attend the meeting. One came from the Frozen Plains of the west, the other two had to wend their ways through the dangerous Man Made Mountains by the great fresh water lake of the east. The meeting place was in a small, unassuming hamlet called Yorkdale, and therein, a tavern known as Casey's Grillhouse and Vendor of Fine Ales. The man from the west, the youngest of the three, arrived first and had time to sample some of the local grog before he recognised the leather coat of arms and helmet of the middle aged man who was the second of the trio. After ordering more flagons of ale, the two men sat and talked of past battles won and lost. Looking out the frosted window, the men realised the weather had taken a turn for the worst. They worried that the oldest of the three had not yet arrived. Had he lost his way? Had he perished on the icy trail to Yorkdale? Just then the tavern door burst open with a blast of frigid air and in strode the third man! He was easily recognised by his scarlet helmet that barely covered the shining dome that was his head. The serving wench was once again asked to bring ale and the three men, Hiltz, Rowsbud, and Gunter were genuinely pleased to have finally met. However, these were no ordinary men. These men were knights! And this was no ordinary meeting. For this was the first meeting of the North American Knights of the Rectangular, Bar shaped Table!!! Woooooooot