No Knight

[anonromance]

No Knight Long ago, in a distant land... That's how a fairy tale would start, followed by velvet words and beautiful images on parchment, telling of the adventures of heroes. But you? You don't get a fairy tale - you certainly don't get the prerequisite knight in shining armor, whether you wanted one or not. It's the right time, yet the wrong place and the wrong person, for sure. Maybe you're being protected, somehow; on the other hand, you could be getting kidnapped. At any rate, your companion is a rough-edged warrior, a commoner, a ruffian rogue, or even worse, a savage. Will you even survive this story unscathed? Because you certainly won't get a picture-book ending or, far be it, true love...right? Comment with your character, preferences, etc. Whether you want a picturesque fable setting or something more akin to realism or a gritty fantasy world a la Game of Thrones, we've got you covered! Reply to others. Thread.

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[judgemewhole]

"You may not need protection, and you may not have asked for my help." Was James's flat reply, "But I am not going to let you die just because you hate the uniform I wear, boy. Now, if you are going to throw your spells - do it now. I'll shield you."

Pride was a fool man's bread, that he could take his fill on until he was buried in his grave. James had no intention of being there any time soon.

[salvatore_underfoot]

He cast a glare at the Templar - boy? - but raised his staff and hand. They could argue later. He could see reinforcements arriving behind the ruffians, so he aimed an explosion just in front of them to drive them back toward the other soldiers.

[judgemewhole]

The ruffians in front of them fled backwards from the fire, but that didn't keep their archers from taking aim. James's shield came up once, then twice, blocking arrows that were aimed at the mage's head,

Then his men hit them from behind, while the rest swarmed forward around the fire. He made a grim, satisfied noise, before he pressed forward, calling out to the mage, "Keep it up, man!"

[salvatore_underfoot]

"Don't tell me what to do," Sal muttered. But, begrudgingly, he was thankful for not getting arrows in his head. He cast Horror on the men pressing forward, letting the fear spirits unleashed fill them terror. It would be a long count before he could throw the next fireball.

[judgemewhole]

Which was fine, the Templars are going to take out the rest of the ruffians. They may be trained professionals, but Templars had taken out much, much worse. And Norrington is right in the middle of it, shield swinging up to block, bash, and ram, while his sword flashed through the ruffians.

[salvatore_underfoot]

He moves back, away from the fighting. All he has for defense is his staff, and it's fairly useless when he's between spells. He could thwack at anyone who comes near, but that won't get him very far. So he inches back, watching the ruffians fall. He will forever deny being impressed by Templar fighting techniques.

He finds himself at the door, trying the handle. It's locked. Figures.

[judgemewhole]

The Templars make short work of the ruffians, and at Norrington's order, went ahead and sheathed their swords. Norrington himself put up his sword, before turned to look at the mage. Who was, of course, trying to escape.

Back in the days when the Circles were strong, Norrington and his men might have had a quiet laugh about this situation later. Waited for the mage to realize he didn't have anywhere to go, and gently would have taken him back to his tower or circle. Norrington would have talked to him about the honor of serving, that mages had abilities that could truly change the world and running away from that responsibility was basically running away from the part of him that was blessed by these gifts.

Those days, however, were long over.

So Norrington slung his shield over his shoulder, and nodded at the young mage. "Good luck to you. I have a feeling you shall assuredly need it." He nodded towards his men, "Move out."