>>5809274Wise idea, and it would have been the best, I hesitated since the votes were a draw, but with such rolls as those that you rolled I felt that I had, in case of a draw, to give you the riskier but most rewarding option.
>>5809312>>5809325>>5809497>>5809601How unchivalric, you mean that when we attack englishmen's camp by surprise and they complain we don't have to give them two hours to put on their armor and go into formation before fighing ? Dreadful !
>>5809641>>5809724>>5809931Seeing this scene before you one part of you thought that it was justice that this beast was trying to eat your two enemies. One part of you wanted very much to leave with your lady and steal their horses but another part of you wanted you to fight. You were a knight damn it ! And you were before a lady in distress who was threatened by a dragon. You tried hard, so hard to go against your nature and try the safest option but what was the call of safety against the call of honor and the occasion to appear even more as a saviour to your lady. Yes of course you were about to face a beast with long horns who could impale your horse and eat you, and you had not any proper destrier but an humble palfrey, and no lance but a spear plus a wounded left harm but what was it ? Did Roland hesitate when he saw the feeble numbers of his companions and the saracen multitudes that they had to face ? What were those cries of prudence ? Those of cowardice of course and you cursed yourself for even thinking about "safety" ! What kind of man you were ? A merchant who wanted to protect his investments ? A jewish, or God forgive you for uttering that word a lombardian banker thinking about the solvability of a customer ? No, this was not chivalric thoughts, knights, be they lords or even kings did deeds of daring and took great personal risks in battle to show their fearlessness. So it was without hesitation and after a short sign of the cross that you charged the beast that menaced your lady with a mighty invocation of the patron saint of knights and knighthood and dragonslayer himself.
-SAINT GEOOOOORGES !
With your spear under your armpit and a determined expression under your helmet you charged right at the beast launching your horse on the kind of small beach where everyone was. Let us say that the expressions were mitigated. Even if half frozen and catatonic lady Takable turned her head towards you and her blood must have gotten hot anew in her veins because she screamed in an absolute mix of joy and disbelief about seeing you and fear for your life.
-CHARLES !
The witch tried to move out of the way but was tripped in her dress and fell, cursing you while the baron's councillor who was about to be jumped upon by the beast looked at you and told in complete disbelief.
-He... He will not charge a water drake ? He is not mad enough ?
