Lord Shield's Bar.... I've no idea what number.

[Tancred]

Tancred looks back at the Dragon and the bard for a moment before turning to Karnas, still in the ground.
"You be good now," he tells the blade.
"I'm always good. It's what I'm being good AT that you should worry about," quips the evil mage.
The knight makes to leave the tent. On a whim, he pauses, and pulls a battered pot-helm out of his discarded knapsack. There's a faded family crest on the brow, but the rest is just as old and weathered as the rest of Tancred's armour. Looking at it for a moment, Tancred sighs.
He puts it on, and is ready to go.
"Shall we?" he asks Joram.

OOC: For only the SECOND time in his RPG life, Tancred is now immune to critical hits! Look out, world...

As far as the sidekicks go, well... when you get down to it, it's aEvil wizard talking to a Good dragon. They can't get organised, co-operative or even in agreement about anything... can they? o_O

[ 01-26-2003, 06:39 PM: Message edited by: Tancred ]

[Tancred]

OOC: Some time after the knights have left...

There's a little silence in the tent. Lyulfe is watching Skye, and Karnas is trying to keep himself amused by Looking all around him. Then, thinking through magical formulae in his head. Then imagining painting a picture; the lack of usable arms means imagining himself being creative is the closest he can get to it. After a while, though, the sword can restrain himself no longer.
"So, tell me, monsieur lizarde," smarms Karnas in full bonhomie fashion. "I've been dying to ask, and here seems as good a time as any - how on earth did you end up travelling with such a complete ditz?"
It seems the current situation has not made Karnas feel the need to be any less blunt than usual.

[ 01-26-2003, 07:58 PM: Message edited by: Tancred ]

[Skydracgrrl]

Lyulfe looked sharply at the sword, then grinned. "Well, it wasn't exactly by choice... she happened to find my egg gathering dust in some old antique shoppe, and I hatched. As it so happens, we're something along the lines of brother and sister, I suppose. Happened under strange circumstances." The dragon glanced towards the doorway of the Pavilion and asked "How'd you end up stuck with the prude Paladin? I don't suppose it was entirely by choice either..." he smirked.

ooc- actually, although Skye is good neutral, Lyulfe is somewhat more chaotic than she is...

[ 01-26-2003, 08:02 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]

[Tancred]

"A shop of curiosities... yes, that seems fitting..." Karnas muses. "If any of this was my choice, I'd be out of this sword and causing havoc, let me tell you. As it happens... did you know that there was once a Holy Order dedicated to me? My safe containment at least." The mage takes a moment to savour the smug reality. "Ancient old crumbling castle, in the middle of no-where. The last of them - an aging old fellow, name of Villiars, despairing of his task, didn't have the strength to keep the wards that held me up and running."
"Then... well, one day, a boy - barely seventeen, hungry, tired and on the run from some family dispute - knocks on the door and asks to be a member of the Order. The old fellow takes him in, tries to teach him what he can - but it isn't enough. In the end, the old boy dies, the young boy realises there's no sense staying put - and takes me with him."
Karnas gives the impression of a grin. "Worst mistake he ever made... mind you, if it hadn't have been for me, he'd have ended up dead a dozen times over, of course. I'm sure you feel something similar."

OOC: Must... resist... urge... to edit... any... further...

[ 01-26-2003, 10:53 PM: Message edited by: Tancred ]

[Legolas]

With Tancred beside him and something to do, the night seemed a lot brighter.
"You know," Joram began as the two armoured men walked through the forest of giant man-made toadstools, "I could get used to this adventuring life again. Helping the helpless, protecting the.. protectionless... pricing the priceless, uhm, licing, ehr, well, and so on. It feels good to be doing something, well, useful."
The figure beside him emitted a hollow, metallic sound Joram thought passed for agreeance.

They walked in silence a while, Joram remembering the knightly vows he had taken and how life in his father's court had prevented him living by most of them. In darker moods he would have wondered if perhaps people didn't really care about vows and honour anymore, if it wasn't just the ceremony that counted these days. Not tonight. This time he brought his mind back to the mission, no, quest, at hand before it could drift down those paths.

"Tancred?"
Again that sound coming from within the pothelm.
"If your friend is poisoned, should we perhaps try running?"

[Tancred]

Tancred seemed to think about this.
Eventually, he 'mmm'ed in agreement, his voice sounding strange from within his helm, and began to pick up the pace. The clattering noise of two knights in armour resounded through the camp.
"To the hospital!"

[Tancred]

"This... reminds me... why I always... meant to remember... to... buy a horse," gasps Tancred as the two knights thunder their way through the camp. There is an eerie silence, broken only by the clattering of their armour; almost every knight is away at the First Banquet of the tournament, exchanging backslaps and hearty stories over tankards of ale, and most grooms and servants have taken lodgings outside the camp.
The Tourney Hospital Pavilion is much larger than any other pavilions, save perhaps the immense Banquet Tent. White and airy, it stands before the two knights as they approach, jogging as they go.
The pair stop for a moment, catching their breath.
They do not have time to stop for long – raised voices can be heard inside the pavilion. Voices with edges to them.
Tancred curses his lack of sword.
“Come on!” he cries, as he runs to the tent flap. “If we are too late, I’ll never forgive myself!”

[Skydracgrrl]

ooc- right.. disregard this post! [img]smile.gif[/img]

[ 01-28-2003, 09:51 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]

[Skydracgrrl]

ooc- And I had bothered to go and create a post for the "minor" characters... ah well... Tancred, what happened to that tune you had for your sig? I liked it [img]smile.gif[/img]

[Tancred]

OOC: Ah, well then, I tell you what! Post your ready-made post, I shall remove mine... and replace it with some kind of lead-in 'reaction' post if I can, or whatever. If you do, I'll put the jingle back in my .sig. Deal?