Twenty first turn!
England; the Dark Ages; the Terrible Valley of the Terrifyingly Hideous and Vile Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh; the hour of the goat. The Foul Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh, the size of a large mammoth, the colour of rotting cabbage, with horns the size of large pillow and nigh on three hundred eyes adorning its head, proceeds forth up the valley path, roaring, fearsome, with two knights struck down before it and two more yet persisting. It bleeds heavily, though it is hard to tell if this has weakened it thus far.
As
Meynard stands before the struck down pair of knights and the stuck down Sir Conchobar, he knows that he holds their very lives bravely in his mighty armoured hands; thusly does he ferociously wield his mighty Drakhen! He doth keep swinging, with all his force, and he barely has time to notice as the Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh swoops again to take a bite of the tasty morsel upon his neck.
There is a flash of teeth! There is a glint of tongue! There is, alas, a mighty spume of blood as the Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh moves quicker than the brave knight, and doth bite Sir Meynard's head off!
The orphaned Drakhen swings one last time as Sir Meynard's tireless arms wield it even as his body tumbles. As his deceasd grip yields, the great warhammer flies in a forlorn arc unto the air, striking the Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh in the neck. It is pulverised!
Title Acquired! Deceased.
The awful torrent of blood splatters upon
Sir Feyman in great welts of liquid and deceased comrade, stirring him from his gentle sleep beside the murderous Black Beast. He groans a little as he rises to his feet; he struggles not to fall to his knees once again as he sees the awful sight of his former companion. The Beast pays him little heed; Feyman wipes some of Sir Meynard off his face and strikes with righteous anger at its tail! He slices clean through! The lutist-slaying tail is removed! The blood flows in hideous quantities [6]!
Item Acquired! Consciousness!
Item Acquired! Multiple Blood Stains!
The Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh roars in pain and rage and turns to meet Sir Feyman, raising his mighty pillow sized claws to strike. But alas! (for the Black Beast, at least) For the loss of his tail has clearly deprived him of his balance [1], and he falls to the ground! The tremendous impact, akin to a very minor earthquake, awakes the unconscious
Keardwall, who was until very recently receiving an inspiring vision from the Great King Arthur!
He sees the horrifying scene before him and staggers to his feet. Sir Keardwall raises his sword and channeleth his Holy Righteous Anger into a single mighty swoop.
"Fooor the
Kiiiiing!"
He doth slice off the Black Beast's finger!
As the finger falls to the ground,
Sir Conchobar the Gruesome takes advantage of the Black Beast's weakness, and soundlessly removes his foot from the ground wherein it is pinned, and aims a series of merciless kicks at the Beast's heade!
"Have at you, you bastard!" he cries, as he kicks his bolted foot again and again into the evil Beast's eyes. He pokes them out! The Beast is blinded! He mercilessly continues to kick. His foot doth penetrate unto the Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh's tiny brain! It is pierced! It is bruised! The Black Beast is slain!
Item Acquired! Bolt Foot!
Title Acquired! Piercer of the Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh!
The remaining three knights bend their knees in prayer.
Group Chivalry Increased! Valiant victory!
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As the day reaches its end, the three Knights of the Round Table and their retainers reach the bottom of the Valley Once of the Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh, and come to a small hut, surrounded by planted crops of mud; as they approach the hut, the Olde Man of Llangwllwd comes out to meet them.
"Hello! I say! Lovely day what? Have ye come to seek counsel? You would not be the first knight to come my way today! Come in, and have some tea!"
Name: Sir Keardwall the Exteriorly Spleened, Stony Defeater of Bandits, Lord of Castle Lombard.
Bio: So named for his rather unyielding demeanour towards his foes, and those of God and the King, Sir Keardwall the Stony was a natural choice for such a quest as this. Bearing a near-permanent frown, stout forehead and a square, manly beard, not to mention his well-kept armour, Sir Keardwell is the very picture of courage and skill-at-arms.
Enjoys fighting for King and Country, feasting heartily, and glaring stonily at those who cross him. Apart from his lance he wields a broadsword and a shield, upon which is displayed his family's crest, which involves a castle on a mountain guarded by a red dragon. He would never dream of refusing such a mission from his Lord, but of course the sorry state of his financial affairs offered an extra incentive to set out on this grand journey. After all, what born warrior would wish to be cooped up in a castle all day, counting tithes and taxes when he could be out doing great deeds?!
Traits Fearsome frown of fierceness, loud voice.
Retinue Member: Standard Bearer, Gertad Brownfoot. Old fellow who faithfully follows Sir Keardwall on his travels on a small pony, bearing the noble Knight's coat-of-arms for all to see. Always glad to recite a few of his Lord's deeds for any audience, he speaks sweeter still when his tongue is greased with alcohol. Gertad is currently away.
Chivalry: 5.
Arm Wrestles Won: 0/1.
Inventory: Jar of pickled eggs, a spleen, Castle Lombard.
Name: Sir Meynard the Sure, Hopping Bringer of Gory Death.
Bio: Meynard is not sure because he always knows, He is the other kind of sure. If he decides on a task, he will keep on trying until he succeeds, or there is incontrovertible proof that it is no longer possible. He Wields his great Warhammer "Drakhen" in the crucible of battle.
Retinue Member: Janet, the Falcon Handler.
Deceased Retinue Member: Maddy, the Falcon Handler; Long time companion of Meynard, Maddy was entrusted with the knights Falcon, who he took everywhere.
Chivalry: 4.
Drinking Challenges Won: 0/1.
Wound Acquired: Broken leg.
Falcon Handlers: 1/2.
Name: Sir Feyman the Judging, Slayer of the Black Knight and Squasher of Maddy the Falcon Handler.
Bio: Sir Feyman gladly accepts his role in any quests, but is always suspicious of the motives of his fellow questers. He likes to play music, but doesn't have the opportunity very often. He fights with swords, but doesn't get too attached to his equipment.
Retinue Member: Crannock the Minstrel.Deceased Retinue Members: Maine the shy Minstrel. He usually followed Feyman around, blindly agreeing with him, even though he taught Feyman many things, including how to play music; Eric the Lutist, who bravely followed Sir Feyman for over an hour, only to be sliced in twain by the Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh
Chivalry: 5.
Duels Won: 1/1.
Arms: 1/2.
Minstrels: 1/3.
Name: Sir Conchobar the Gruesome, Potless Insulter of Mothers and Piercer of the Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh.
Bio: The stuff of legends, Conchobar is feared throughout the world. Not because of his deeds mind you, but because of his legendary ugliness. He is said to be so ugly that the heads of lesser men have shattered in his presence. It is also notable that his favored weapon is a man wearing spiked armor named Fiddles.
Traits: Unimaginably intimidating. Ridiculously ugly.
Retinue members: Fiddles the man club, Kenneth, Shielder of Yon Face For the Protection of Others.
Chivalry: 6.
Arm Wrestles Won: 1/1.
Inventory: The Holy Crossbow of Beersheba, Renowned Slayer of the Green Dragon, Bolt Foot.
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