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Oct 10, 2012 13:42:21 GMT -8
Post by DM One on Oct 10, 2012 13:42:21 GMT -8
Sven looked down at the distraught woman with dispair. Watching as she walked away he looked at both of his companions, a look of utter confusion on his face. "Come, let's go back to the city, I want some food and a warm bed," said one of the knights. "Yeah, come on Sven, there's plenty of women in the city," said the other. Watching the girl walk away, Sven couldn't help but think there was something unique about her, he had to find out what it was. "You two go ahead I'll catch up with you both," he said, turning his horse and following to keep up with the strange woman. His companions shrugged and headed toward the city, murmuring something about Sven the ever noble knight. "Please my fair lady," he started, pulling up next to her, his face and voice both full of genuine concern. "I truly did not mean to offend, allow me to help you in your time of need. I swear to you, my intentions are nothing but noble, is there nothing I can do to aid you in your journey to wherever it is that you are headed?"
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Oct 11, 2012 19:28:51 GMT -8
Post by Tristan Aleona on Oct 11, 2012 19:28:51 GMT -8
This one was persistent. That said, he was also noble, gallant and chivalrous. In other words, a sucker.
Doing his best to feign weeping, he pulled his hood up, and put his fan in front of his face.
"Oh gallant Sven!" he cried in his girly whine, "an evil wizard has placed a curse on me! Such that anyone who sees my face will turn to stone! It is for this reason my boyfriend cheated on me! He felt he could not love that which he could not see!" He continued to cry, "Oh and how the faces of my victims haunt me! What a monster I've become! All because of that Rat-Mage Sebastian!"
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Oct 15, 2012 14:32:09 GMT -8
Post by DM One on Oct 15, 2012 14:32:09 GMT -8
The knights outrage was absolute. "My fair maiden, please, accompany me to my home and allow me to offer you both warm food and bed whilst you regale me with your harrowing tale," said Sven, his chest puffing up with pride and knightly goodness. With a sincere look he offered the woman his hand once more, "I promise you maiden, that I will avenge your curse and find a cure by any means possible."
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Oct 15, 2012 15:33:10 GMT -8
Post by Tristan Aleona on Oct 15, 2012 15:33:10 GMT -8
"Alas good Knight," says Tristan hoping his voice doesn't crack from the extended use of his high pitched voice., "I cannot return to Durmstaldt, lest I wish my curse to worsen. There are only two ways to break this curse. Either invoyage alone to the Forest of Mirabwl and seek audience with the Goddess herself... or Sebastian must be slain. Please sir Knight, I may not make it to The Forests in time and if I do not I need a back up plan. Shorlty after I was cursed a heroic young man named Tristan engaged the mage in battle. Sebastian fled but Perhaps he has clues that can help you."
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Oct 16, 2012 14:13:32 GMT -8
Post by DM One on Oct 16, 2012 14:13:32 GMT -8
"Tristan! The Prince of Thieves!" Started the Knight, confused and taken aback. "You would associate with such a villain?" asked Sven, outrage evident in his voice. "Tristan is a wanted man my lady, I am afraid I shall have to ask you to come with me," he said. Dismounting, his armor making a loud thunk as he hit the ground, he reached out with his free hand, the other holding his shield, to grab the woman's arm and forcibly return her to the city. "I am formally requesting that you return to the city with me to aid in the capture of a known thief and suspected murderer. Your cooperation shall be greatly appreciated," said Sven firmly. Something was off about this woman, and it was not good. The Knight Lieutenant would know what to do.
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Oct 16, 2012 14:25:48 GMT -8
Post by Tristan Aleona on Oct 16, 2012 14:25:48 GMT -8
Tristan shuffled away feigning timidness as he got to the un-shielded side of the knight. He took the knights hand a pulled. As Sven came closer he pulled his dagger out and thrust at his jugular.
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Oct 23, 2012 10:16:31 GMT -8
Post by DM One on Oct 23, 2012 10:16:31 GMT -8
Now, Sven is a particularly good Knight. Noble, skilled in combat, a healthy respect for the tenants set down by his knightly order. But at the end of the day, every man can be taken down by a girl in a pretty dress. Such would be Sven's fate. An unjust and undeserved fate for a legitimately good man such as Sven. Taken completely by surprise by the "girls" strength he stumbled forward thrown off balance. With such a big opening it took no real skill or talent to pierce poor Sven's jugular. As the knife slid in blood instantly started to gush and the poor noble knight's knees went weak. Slumping forward, no longer able to support the weight of either himself or his armor Sven dropped forward towards the "girl." Sven's life quickly flashed before his eyes as his lifeblood gushed out of him. His happy childhood at home in Castle Vonderbeak. His noble father, a Knight before him, and his lady like mother a kind and loving woman. He thought of his three younger sisters, all maidens in the Nobles Court. And his older brother a Knight too. The early campaigns where he had learned what it meant to be a Knight. The damsels and poor peasant folk whom Sven had selflessly saved at great personal risk without ever asking for a reward. All of that a more swam before him, clouding his vision. The world of Ira would truly be a lesser place without the noble Sven.
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Oct 23, 2012 12:21:44 GMT -8
Post by Tristan Aleona on Oct 23, 2012 12:21:44 GMT -8
As the Knight collapsed, Tristan let out a sigh. This sigh had two reasons for its existance. Reason 1. Another good man dead because he wasn't willing to ignore a minor theft. This just supported Tristan's idea that being lawful good will only get you killed. Reason number two was that Sven had gotten blood on his dress. And it did not look flattering.
As Tristan walked away he realized he couldn't just leave the honorable Knight there to be eaten by wild life. Reluctantly Tristan pulled his dress off and put some cuts and tears on it.. When the knights came it would appear Sven died trying to save the young lady who must have been captured. A noble death for a noble death for a noble (if foolish) man.
When this was done Tristan ran away, just in case the patrol came back early.
When he got a safe distance away he made his camp restocked his weaponry and went to sleep. What a day.
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