Recent content by Corvetius of Ruthgaard

In a sea of uncouth interruptions, one wave crested above the others. Corvetius' generous jowls quivered with indignation. He lowered his scroll an inch, spotting above its roll a black-robed figure, pale as death and gangly as a scarecrow, standing behind the peasants. Some vagrant...

Sir Corvetius stepped up on the improvised scaffold - an impounded cart - and unsheathed his scroll case. Scattered about him stood the finest of the finest of Lord Ruthgaard's men-at-arms, the cream of the crop, coifs and kettle-helmets glinting with rust in the sunlight, all cleanly shaven, as...