Timothy the Knight
Sergeant Knight at Arms
(The idea of this thread is to advance the story by describing yourself in the third person through the eyes of our nameless protagonist and the waitress' speech.)
It is a cold and stormy day, Like days always are in the realm of Internet. You have been traveling for many days through landscapes ravaged by the endless flamewars, trying to avoid trolls, spammers, necromancers and other less savory characters that scurry in the shadows. You've witnessed countless desperate last stands by communities who are beset on all sides by these outlaws, and no place seems safe enough to consider settling in. Until this day...
Traveling through a desolate forest, you notice a small but apparently well-used trail separating from the main road. Curious, you decide to investigate further. After a few confusing twists and turns on this path, you happen upon an inn, well concealed in the thickets. You wonder why anyone would build such an establishment in such an out-of-the-way place, although the answer occurs to you almost instantaneously afterwards. The tavern's sign, creaking eeriely in the howling wind, reads "TaleWorlds". Weary from your travels and dry of throat, you decide to enter, even if for a few moments.
As soon as you open the door, a pleasant gust of warm and cozy air surges over you, a stark contrast to the freezing wind and whipping rain you've endured day and night. You hasten inside and hurriedly close the door behind you. Looking around, you see that the place isn't very crowded, but certainly more popular than its location would warant. You spot an empty table and sit upon a comfortable chair soon after.
After ordering some ale and observing the antics of the locals, you begin to feel that this may be a good place to settle in, as it is not the likeliest place to suffer any serious attack by trolls, spammers and the rest of their ilk. You begin looking at the people present more closely, and very quickly one piques your interest. You hadn't even noticed he was sitting there, in one of less well-lit corners of the inn, before he had made an offhand remark at one conversation that was going on at the moment. He was dressed in a suit of plate armor and had his shield close at hand, making him stand out from the crowd, if one simply noticed his presence first. He seemed to be quite content to sit alone in his dark corner, sipping form his decorative flagon from time to time and offering a small smile whenever someone did something amusing. He very rarely took part in any conversation, but when he did, he had something worthwhile to contribute.
Curious, you motion one of the waitresses to you and inquire as to who this strange man is. "Oh, he's a right weird one, that knight. Goes by the name of Timothy, claims to be a descendant of some 'knight of the unicorn'. Hasn't caused any trouble yet, infact he's been helping whomever has worked up the courage to ask him. He's not around too often, though. People claim he's usually battling at the nearby fields of warband, but there ain't no man who can battle for as long as he's gone at times. Probably wanders around the cursed wilderness, so he's either very brave or insane. Possibly both." With that, she darts off as the patrons start to sound very adamant about getting more ale. You ponder over this for a while, and continue to observe the crowd...
It is a cold and stormy day, Like days always are in the realm of Internet. You have been traveling for many days through landscapes ravaged by the endless flamewars, trying to avoid trolls, spammers, necromancers and other less savory characters that scurry in the shadows. You've witnessed countless desperate last stands by communities who are beset on all sides by these outlaws, and no place seems safe enough to consider settling in. Until this day...
Traveling through a desolate forest, you notice a small but apparently well-used trail separating from the main road. Curious, you decide to investigate further. After a few confusing twists and turns on this path, you happen upon an inn, well concealed in the thickets. You wonder why anyone would build such an establishment in such an out-of-the-way place, although the answer occurs to you almost instantaneously afterwards. The tavern's sign, creaking eeriely in the howling wind, reads "TaleWorlds". Weary from your travels and dry of throat, you decide to enter, even if for a few moments.
As soon as you open the door, a pleasant gust of warm and cozy air surges over you, a stark contrast to the freezing wind and whipping rain you've endured day and night. You hasten inside and hurriedly close the door behind you. Looking around, you see that the place isn't very crowded, but certainly more popular than its location would warant. You spot an empty table and sit upon a comfortable chair soon after.
After ordering some ale and observing the antics of the locals, you begin to feel that this may be a good place to settle in, as it is not the likeliest place to suffer any serious attack by trolls, spammers and the rest of their ilk. You begin looking at the people present more closely, and very quickly one piques your interest. You hadn't even noticed he was sitting there, in one of less well-lit corners of the inn, before he had made an offhand remark at one conversation that was going on at the moment. He was dressed in a suit of plate armor and had his shield close at hand, making him stand out from the crowd, if one simply noticed his presence first. He seemed to be quite content to sit alone in his dark corner, sipping form his decorative flagon from time to time and offering a small smile whenever someone did something amusing. He very rarely took part in any conversation, but when he did, he had something worthwhile to contribute.
Curious, you motion one of the waitresses to you and inquire as to who this strange man is. "Oh, he's a right weird one, that knight. Goes by the name of Timothy, claims to be a descendant of some 'knight of the unicorn'. Hasn't caused any trouble yet, infact he's been helping whomever has worked up the courage to ask him. He's not around too often, though. People claim he's usually battling at the nearby fields of warband, but there ain't no man who can battle for as long as he's gone at times. Probably wanders around the cursed wilderness, so he's either very brave or insane. Possibly both." With that, she darts off as the patrons start to sound very adamant about getting more ale. You ponder over this for a while, and continue to observe the crowd...
