Sir Gallahan was known around the realm as a symbol of peace, the knight who had slain the mythical evil dragon and saved the princess from its clutches. His sword was immortalized in stone and hung up in every city for miles around. As his traveling companion I can say that he’s the humblest knight I’ve known (and that's saying something). He polishes his armor till it shines and sharpens his sword by fire light, while filling the air with his tales of bravery and courage. Hell, he’s younger than me and has more to his name than some shed in dragon country! To me he’s the luckiest man I’ve met, and I’ve met mountains of men who are similar in disposition. His hair is black, his armor silver, his mustache trimmed to perfection, who wouldn’t wish to be his friend?
Lady Cathrine was kind and soft in the kind of way you kiss your children good night after a hard day’s work. She’s brought our party of bastards back from the brink with a single prayer! Her pale hair and skin must have made the snow ashamed by her beauty, yet she chose to travel with us, her ragtag team of misfits and knight known throughout the whole province. She’s soft spoken yet not nearly as shy as she looks, she’s willing to get two bastards out of a bar fight without throwing a punch or using magic! She’s helped our ragtag crew through dozens of missions, she’s a tough bastard as much as we are! Who wouldn’t want to travel with her?
And sure there’s Mitch the dwarven artificer who’s got us in a hell of a lot of trouble on multiple occasions, Perry the aarakocra bard who’s screeching has gotten himself a flock ton of bird tail, and… well… me I guess.
I’m just some wandering dragonborn barbarian who’s in way over his head with a bunch of fools he affectionately calls bastards. What have I done to earn such an honor of being the commander to a mythical beast such as a unicorn? As it turns out… never having been laid is the rule, and it seems that I’m the only one in the group to have followed it to a tee.
To be honest it’s rather humiliating, my comrades saw this beast lay its head on my lap and laughed! I guess I can turn the other cheek this time because I’ve done the same to them hundreds of times at taverns.
Petting the beast has to have been the best thing I’ve ever done, its mane was soft as velvet and needless to say the beast is indeed beautiful, it’s a unicorn.
I’ve decided to name the beast “Starfire” . It seemed to fit and it seemed to like it! Sir Gallahan, Lady Cathrine, Mitch, Perry, and I got apron our horses (in my case it was the unicorn) and started towards the town!
It might be nice being the in limelight for once, I’m just glad I can travel with my comrades, I’m sure the year will be full of other adventures, but for now… we can rest.
EdgyTeddiebear t1_jdcfm9n wrote
Reply to [WP] The heroes encounter a unicorn, a creature that will only take orders from a virgin. To everyone's surprise, the hero and the cleric were rejected. To everyone's bigger surprise, the unicorn trots over to the barbarian and puts its head on his lap. by Time_Significance
Sir Gallahan was known around the realm as a symbol of peace, the knight who had slain the mythical evil dragon and saved the princess from its clutches. His sword was immortalized in stone and hung up in every city for miles around. As his traveling companion I can say that he’s the humblest knight I’ve known (and that's saying something). He polishes his armor till it shines and sharpens his sword by fire light, while filling the air with his tales of bravery and courage. Hell, he’s younger than me and has more to his name than some shed in dragon country! To me he’s the luckiest man I’ve met, and I’ve met mountains of men who are similar in disposition. His hair is black, his armor silver, his mustache trimmed to perfection, who wouldn’t wish to be his friend?
Lady Cathrine was kind and soft in the kind of way you kiss your children good night after a hard day’s work. She’s brought our party of bastards back from the brink with a single prayer! Her pale hair and skin must have made the snow ashamed by her beauty, yet she chose to travel with us, her ragtag team of misfits and knight known throughout the whole province. She’s soft spoken yet not nearly as shy as she looks, she’s willing to get two bastards out of a bar fight without throwing a punch or using magic! She’s helped our ragtag crew through dozens of missions, she’s a tough bastard as much as we are! Who wouldn’t want to travel with her?
And sure there’s Mitch the dwarven artificer who’s got us in a hell of a lot of trouble on multiple occasions, Perry the aarakocra bard who’s screeching has gotten himself a flock ton of bird tail, and… well… me I guess. I’m just some wandering dragonborn barbarian who’s in way over his head with a bunch of fools he affectionately calls bastards. What have I done to earn such an honor of being the commander to a mythical beast such as a unicorn? As it turns out… never having been laid is the rule, and it seems that I’m the only one in the group to have followed it to a tee.
To be honest it’s rather humiliating, my comrades saw this beast lay its head on my lap and laughed! I guess I can turn the other cheek this time because I’ve done the same to them hundreds of times at taverns.
Petting the beast has to have been the best thing I’ve ever done, its mane was soft as velvet and needless to say the beast is indeed beautiful, it’s a unicorn.
I’ve decided to name the beast “Starfire” . It seemed to fit and it seemed to like it! Sir Gallahan, Lady Cathrine, Mitch, Perry, and I got apron our horses (in my case it was the unicorn) and started towards the town!
It might be nice being the in limelight for once, I’m just glad I can travel with my comrades, I’m sure the year will be full of other adventures, but for now… we can rest.