Re: Thread #1d - Swallowtail Tales: The Bard's Tale
“No, Pisca,” Lunk replied dutifully, scratching his head and thinking hard. “I guess I can’t miss it, because I’ve never been away.” Lunk listened agreeably as his friend went on to talk about her Aunt Hattie. It was a strange name, he thought. He wondered if she made hats. It made sense. Pisca liked hats. A lot.
As Lunk pondered the mysteries of gnomish hat-making, Pisca suddenly jumped down and started pulling him toward Mr. Chask, which was strange, because Mr. Chask didn’t shoot bows. At least, as far as Lunk knew. But he was happy to be pulled along. He liked Mr. Chask. Mr. Chask told good stories.
Mr. Chask looked up as they approached, giving them a slightly quizzical smile. “Hello, Lunk,” he said kindly, “and hello to your friend . . .”
“Pisca.” Lunk supplied helpfully.
“Pisca,” nodded Mr. Chask, as he knelt down before the gnome, extending his hand with a smile. “Well met, Pisca.” He looked up at Lunk. “What can I do for you Lunk? I just finished a story and I think lunch is starting soon.”
Lunk hoped Mr. Chask had time for one more story. “Can I have a story, Mr. Chask? Just one? For me and my friend. She’s never heard you tell a story.” A note of pleading crept into his voice.
Chask sighed, then smiled. “Okay, Lunk. One story for my favorite listener. What story do you . . .”
“Ursion the Eagle Knight!!” Lunk stated with authority. It was his very very very favorite story ever. He never got tired of it.
“Again?” Mr. Chask raised an eyebrow as Lunk nodded. “Very well. Why don’t you two sit down and make yourselves comfortable.” Mr. Chask reached for a thin book with a battered green cover. It looked well-loved. He settled into his chair, opening the book to its first pages. “Let us begin, then.”
Mr. Chask’s voice dropped into a pleasant baritone. “Ursion of Cheliax was disinherited by his father, Grachius, for two unforgiveable crimes: supporting the Andoran’s people’s revolution and falling in love with the Lady Pontia, Grachius’ ward and a direct descendant King Gaspodar, the last of the great Chelish kings prior to Aroden’s death. Grachius planned to marry Lady Pontia to Lurconarr, a scion of the powerful and diabolical House Thune, pretender to the Crown of Cheliax through its dark association with infernal forces.”
Lunk scowled. He had no love for House Thune.
“Undeterred by his father’s wrath and unable to stand idly by as Grachius offered to bind the woman he loved to such devilry, Ursion left the family estate to assist a young Reginald Cormoth in helping Andoran escape Cheliax’s hellish yoke and grant true freedom to its people.”
Lunk grinned. Mr. Chask had another story about the adventures of General Cormoth that he liked almost as much as this one. But not quite.
“Months later, back in Cheliax, a group of Chelaxian knights and priests, guided by a Harrower . . .”
“Ursion!!“ Lunk said excitedly.
“Don’t spoil the book for Pisca, Lunk,” Mr. Chask said reprovingly. Lunk looked abashed.
“. . .sought Grachius’ hospitality. Unbeknownst to Grachius, Marcellano, a wealthy local merchant, had provided aid and comfort to the Andoran revolution. His guests intended to capture the merchant in the morning, confiscate his wealth, and interrogate him regarding any revolutionary connections.”
Mr. Chask’s voice indicated that this interrogation would not be pleasant for the unfortunate captive.
“But in the dark of night, the Harrower stole out, warning Marcellano of his impending arrest and assisting in his escape from Cheliax. Marcellano repaid his debt by offering the Harrower a suit of armor and a warhorse to participate in the tournament at Ostenso, a city near Grachius’ coastal keep. For in his wisdom he deduced that the Harrower was, in reality, a knight.”
“A GOOD knight!” Lunk clapped his hands together happily.
“Queen Abrogail herself presided over the Ostenso tournament. On its first day, a bout of individual jousting, a mysterious masked soldier, identifying himself only as ‘The Eagle Knight’ . . .”
“The Eagle Knight!” Lunk exclaimed enthusiastically, earning a brief glance from Mr. Chask.
“Yes, Lunk, ‘The Eagle Knight.’ The Eagle Knight made his appearance, defeating some of Cheliax’s best lances, including Ser Pavo . . .”
Lunk’s visage darkened at the mention of Ser Pavo. Ser Pavo was a bad man.
“. . . who was widely-regarded as the flower of Chelish martial prowess. The masked knight declined to reveal himself, even despite Queen Abrogail's request, but was nevertheless declared the champion of the day and permitted to choose the Queen of the Tournament; an honor he bestowed upon the Lady Pontia.”
Lunk blushed. He thought Lady Pontia might be the sweetest, most wonderful, most beautiful woman ever.
“A melee defined the second day of the tournament. The Eagle Knight . . . “
Mr. Chask glanced at Lunk again, who controlled himself.
“. . . was chosen as leader of one party, but most of the leading knights of Cheliax, including Ser Pavo and the other opponents the Eagle Knight vanquished the previous day, flocked to the opposite standard for their revenge. The Eagle Knight's side was soon hard pressed and he himself beset by multiple foes.”
Lunk glanced over at Pisca to make sure she wasn’t too worried. He had been very upset at this point when Mr. Chask had first read him this story. Pisca seemed fine. Lunk thought she was very brave.
“Suddenly, another knight, whose failure to take part in the battle to that point had earned him the sobriquet ‘The Sluggard,’ rode to the Eagle Knight’s rescue. The rescuing knight, having evened the odds by his action, then slipped away.”
Lunk bounced where he sat. He loved the Sluggard. Although he wasn’t sure what a “sobriquet” was. It sounded like a wine.
“Though the Eagle Knight was instrumental in the victory, Queen Abrogail, displeased with his behavior from the previous day, wished to bestow her accolades on the vanished Sluggard, but the Sluggard’s departure forced her to declare the Eagle Knight champion.”
“At this point, being forced to unmask himself in order to receive his coronet, the Eagle Knight was revealed to be Ursion himself, returned from Andoran, much to the consternation of both Queen Abrogail and his father Grachius, who was also attending the tournament.”
Lunk thought Grachius was a terrible father.
“Because Ursion was severely wounded in the competition, and because Grachius refused to have anything to do with him, Ursion was taken into the care of Aula, the beautiful daughter of Marcellano, who was attending the tournament in disguise. In the black of night, she stole away with Ursion and a pair of her most-trusted servants to her father’s house, where she felt Ursion might be best treated.”
“But Ser Pavo had been taken with Aula’s beauty and posted spies at her rooms. He thus knew of her flight and saw it as an opportunity to abduct her. He captured Aula and the wounded Ursion on a forest road, killed Aula’s servants, and forcibly took the pair to his border-castle of Torrock, near Brastlewark, where Grachius had also repaired with Lady Pontia in preparation for her wedding to Lurconarr Thune.”
Lunk glowered. Lurconarr Thune definitely did NOT deserve Lady Pontia. She deserved a hero.
“But all was not lost! An army, led by the black-armored Sluggard, appeared and besieged Torrock, demanding the release of the captives! When the evil Lurconarr threatened to kill the captives if the besiegers did not disperse, they stormed the castle, which was betrayed from within by a freedom-loving gate-guard who lowered the drawbridge at the moment of their attack.”
Chask looked up to ensure his audience took the full import of this critical event. Lunk knew he did.
“Fearing defeat, the black-hearted Ser Pavo drew his sword and made his way to the tower with the intent of killing the captives. Much to his surprise, he was met by Ursion, still injured, who had managed to escape from his bonds. Ursion and Ser Pavo engaged in an epic battle, the end of which saw Ser Pavo sliding, lifeless, from Ursion’s sword.”
Lunk smiled. He thought Ursion was the most-heroic man ever. He wished he could be like Ursion.
“Lurconarr Thune and Torrock’s remaining garrison surrendered to the Sluggard, who revealed himself to be none other than Reginald Cormoth, Ursion’s comrade-in-arms from Andoran. Reginald, Ursion, Pontia, Marcellano, Aula, and Grachius all returned triumphantly to Andoran, with Lurconnar in chains. Lurconarr was placed on trial for consorting with demons, and eventually executed.”
Lunk nodded in satisfaction. Served him right.
“Reginald, who had fallen in love with Aula, won her heart and her hand. Reginald was united with Aula and Ursion with Pontia in a double marriage that heard church bells ring across Andoran. It was the ring of freedom.”
At the instant Mr. Chask finished the story, church bells actually began to chime! Lunk looked around in astonishment. Mr. Chask smiled at him.
“I think those particular bells have the ring of lunch, Lunk.” He said. “And we’re a little late. Would you and Ms. Pisca care to join me walking up to the cathedral?”
OOC: Pisca, I have a universal lunch post ready, so if you would rather post after I post that just let me know. You are of course welcome to post now if you like; just end your post up at near the cathedral for lunch.
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