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Interactive Story--The Knight and the Drenched Wench!

Started by Sir Dougie Zerts, December 22, 2010, 07:17:04 PM

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"With our clothes wet?"
He laughed.  "Oh, I almost forgot about that!"
"Why don't we stop at my house, where we can change clothes."
"An excellent idea.  Lead on, my lady."


As they began to walk away, the Lady of the Lake appeared and called to Merlin.

"Merlin.... you must deliver this sword to King Arthur"

Merlin looked puzzled... "But Lady... King Arthur wields Excalibur already"

"His anger has caused him to break the sword. The Kingdom is without a King and in great peril", said the Lady, "Now quick! Take the sword to Arthur at once!"
Anál nathrach- Breath of serpent
Orth' bháis 's bethad- Spell of death and of life
Do chél dénmha- Thy omen of making


Sir John and Lady Iona walked to her cottage in the village. As Sir John was grabbing some dry clothes from his steed, he noticed that the red jewel in the hilt of his borad sword had begun to glow red. Oh no he thought, what does this mean. It has never done this before.

Lady Iona had come out from her cottage to see what was taking Sir John so long. She too saw the sword glowing. Sir John she said...why does thee sword glow as such?

Sir John looked toward lady Iona and was about to speak when a large cloud of red smoke appeared. Out of the smoke appeared Merlin.

Merlin then walked over to Sir John and stated, Knight I am in need of your services for a very special quest. You have proven yourself worthy of this task in your dealings with Boothwayn. You said you are from realm of Avaloch. I have reason to believe King Author is there but  I have no gold or silver to offer thee for your services Knight.

Sir John started telling Merlin that he would help him with or without gold or silver. There are things more powerfull than money. Just then Merlin saw the sword glowing red. He stopped Sir John and asked wait, Knight thee sword you carry, where did you get it? Sir John said it was passed on from father to son for many years.

Merlin then said we must hurry then. Lady Iona was very puzzled and said what does this all mean. Merlin looked over to her and said well come along, don't dilly we may need your help as well. Better pack some food for a long trip.

Knight Commander - Equestrian Order of the Holy Sepulchre of Jerusalem 
Pontis Mori Quam Foedari - Deus Lo Vult!


 They set off immediately after Iona had briefly withdrawn into her cottage to find a dry gown, rudimentary supplies, and the old lute which she never traveled without. She rode behind Sir John, who had the stronger steed, while Merlin followed on a swift mule he had procured as they waited for Iona. They made good pace and had ridden some hours, when  a dreadful scent of burning hair reached their nostrils, and Sir John's steed screamed in pain and reared into the air, casting Sir John and lady Iona to the ground. Upon examination, they found that as the stone on Sir John's sword had continued to glow it had gathered heat and had just seared through its scabbard and burned the poor beast. It seemed that the longer it smoldered the more quickly it gained heat, and by the time Sir John had manged to calm the beast, remove the weapon and thrust it to the ground the heat was so intense that the party could not get near it without pain. It had already incinerated nearby vegetation and burned the moisture from the soil beneath it in a cloud of steam; the cloud of heat was spreading at supernatural speed, and they feared it was only a matter of time before the surrounding brush was set alight. Then Merlin cried out "Lady Iona! Make music before your lute is turned to ashes!" Lady Iona began gamely to strum and sing. Her voice was sweet and surprisingly deep, her playing skilled. However, the true wonder was the affect of her song; before Sir John's widening eyes, the sword cooled as she played. By the time she finished the tune, the heat was gone and the stone's fire gone. However, her melody had not been so handy in repairing Sir John's horse and steed; the former being quite blackened by heat, the latter having a raw burn upon it's flank and so being unable to be saddled. "Well," sighed Sir John, "My eyes have witnessed a miracle, but it seems that, like a pilgrim, I shall have to earn it with walking."