Recent content by Reynald

It had sounded fun. A bunch of games for a good cause? There wasn't any harm in that, and anyway it would be nice to have a bit of friendly competition. Wouldn't it? The reality of it was a bit more intimidating. He hadn't been expecting so many burly knights to be so impressive, so shirtless...

"Syr Farramund sounds very-- oh!" Reynald’s eyes went wide when Farren suddenly leaned her weight onto him. He had not been expecting it, and so he buckled slightly at first but within a moment he bore the weight, even placing his hand on her wrist to provide a bit more stability to the ailing...

Reynald smiled back when Farren gave him that weak smile, and was quick to take the hint. He wouldn't press, he would simply keep an eye on her until Faramund returned from… wherever it was he had gone. At Aarno's approach, the squire sat up a bit straighter, returning his nod with a polite...

“Certainly, Syr.” Reynald stared after Faramund, bewildered as the knight hustled away from them suddenly. It did not seem to him that everything was fine, but he didn’t exactly have time to ask questions either. After a moment he did as he was told, and took a seat on the bench a good arm’s...

Reynald had trained well, had fought before, had even participated in a few real fights, but nothing like this. The young man was bruised and sore and his head hurt. He had a vague recollection of being hit on the head and the pushing through it as the battle still raged. Whatever had happened...