Re: Chapter 2 - The Grey Knight (515 AD)
Aliadra claps her hands excitedly at the prospect of watching Sir Dalan joust. When he mentions having no steed, she laughs and it is like a rainbow appearing after a storm. She waves at one of the knights, who approaches and gets down from his horse, handing Sir Dalan the reins.
"This is my brother, Jawlyre," she says by way of introduction.
The Faerie Lord bows before unbuckling his breatplate and buckling it on the knight as Aliadra places her favor, a short vine with pretty purple flowers, around his upper arm. The breastplate is almost weightless and the shield Sir Dalan is given looks like a giant seashell. Aliadra gives Sir Dalan a slightly-less-than-chaste kiss.
Mounting the faerie horse, Sir Dalan can feel the horse's power and it takes much of his strength and will to keep the mighty steed from launching itself at his opponent. A corridor has formed with the Fae lining both sides. At the far end another Faerie Lord sits atop his own steed.
His mind is fogged by the intimate kiss from the lovely elf maiden and hazy from the smell of her perfume, a mix of cinnamon and lavender. Sir Dalan does not even see the signal to start but his borrowed horse bolts at the sight and catapults toward his opponent. It is at times like this that muscle memory and training take over and so it is for Sir Dalan. Barely noticing what he is doing, he couches the lance and aims it for the Faerie Knight's shield.
His blow strikes true a split second before his opponent's, sending the Faerie knight tumbling off of his horse. The crowd erupts in a wild cheer for both contestants. Somehow, Aliadra is waiting as Sir Dalan dismounts the horse, where she throws her arms around him. Soon after, the fallen knight approaches, beaming. He shakes Sir Dalan's hand and congratulates him on his skill. He appears to have earned himself a lot of Glory by jousting the Notable Sir Dalan.
Gain 10 Glory and a check in Lance if you don't have one.
Aliadra pulls Sir Dalan through the congratulatory crowd to the dance floor.
Dancing with the Elf is like floating on clouds in a swirl of colors and smells. It can only be described as magical. She moves with effortless grace and although she allows Sir Dalan to lead, as is appropriate, she has a way of showing him what to do and when, as if they are linked in some way.
Sir Dalan gets a +5 to his roll, which he then criticals. Add +1 to Dance.
Meanwhile, Flydorill leads Sir Gracian to a table heaped with delicacies of every variety, where they sit and eat. Flydorill hands Sir Gracian a cup of light-green liquid that tastes like dew falling from a rose petal. A group of other Faeries join the pair and soon all are singing and laughing and telling jokes and stories.
Before he knows what is happening, Sir Gracian is standing on the table with several dozen Fae looking up at him exhorting him to sing for them. Sir Gracian is not a singer on a normal day and certainly not in front of crowd. The only song that comes to mind is a rough drinking song hardly fit for an assembly of course knights let alone this august company.
As he stutters lamely, Flydorill gets up next to him and puts her arm around his waist. Sir Gracian can feel her soft curves pressing against his side and smell the fragrance of her hair, which reminds him of lilacs. Screwing up his courage, he starts to sing. Then, something amazing happens. Flydorill sings along with him. It seems impossible that this beautiful, fair creature could know this song and yet somehow she is singing it with him. Her melodious voice a counterpoint to his own gutteral one. Somehow, it is beautiful. When it is done, many of those assembled are crying and all are cheering wildly.
Sir Gracian gets a point in Singing.
It seems that whatever is in this dew-flavored mixture it is highly intoxicating because when Sir Gracian and Flydorill get out on the dance floor he is a complete mess. Even with his partner's otherworldly help, he seems destined to step on or kick everyone else on the dance floor. And yet, no one seems to mind.
When the dance is over, Sir Gracian is cajoled into telling a story. Perhaps the liquor addled his brain or the success of his drinking song led him to overconfidence. Whatever the case, what comes out is a base and probably blasphemous retelling of a course story that in any other company would have resulted in stoning. However, the Fae seem to be in a perpetually jolly mood and no offense is taken.
Sir Gracian fumbled his Orate roll, he gets a point in Orate.
The two knights are led back to their respective tents and enjoy the pleasures therein before falling, exhausted, to sleep.
Day 30
In the morning, the two wake up in the middle of the Forest Arroy. There is no trace of the Kingdom Inapercu. On the ground there are three packages. One contains the Whetstone of Tudwal Tudclud and a note, "Beware Morgan Le Fay, she is responsible for the coming of the Grey Knight." The other two packages are wrapped with a bow of pretty purple flowers and a bow of tangerine flowers respectively. Sir Dalan and Sir Gracian recognize the flowers from the night before.
Walking a ways, the pair find their squires and horses where they left them. When asked, the squires explain that Sir Caradwg's squire and horse disappeared during the night. No sign of either can be found.
It is normally about a 10-day journey from here to London and the knights have 12 days until Pentecost, so no problem . . . right? 3:-{>
Both Sir Dalan and Sir Gracian have their Faerie Lore score raised to 5 and get a check in Faerie Lore as a result of their encounter with the Fae.
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