Recent content by Sir Dwendare Castlegrip

Upon witnessing the effect of his tome, Sir Dwendare would have laughed. Chortled even, in full abandon -- if he hadn't been a floating cloud of magic, that was. The crowd roared in their surprise. This was even better! Oh, the bards would sing about this, for certain. How he had allowed...

A helmet such as his might not be much good for slinging back verbal ripostes and repartees in the heat of battle. But it was useful for covering up muttered incantations -- along with nasty, excited smirks. By all accounts, in a regular battle of arms, a fall such as his meant a loss. But...

Sir Dwendare Castlegrip swung mightily and heroically. Through air. His opponent -- gone. What? Boots landed behind him, crunching sand. Pain lanced in his hamstrings and he took the knee. WHAT? And then, his mother and heraldry were thoroughly insulted. "WHAT?!" The outcry within him...

There were certain advantages to having lots and lots of money. For one, one could afford proper castle-forged plate, all enchantment-laced, runic-inscribed and moontouched with the proper Falwoodian spells, etcera. Secondarily, one could also afford lots and lots of time in the training...

"Impudent dog. I shall teach you a thorough lesson for your insouciance. Then you might learn how to address your betters!" All intimidating promises, to be sure. Sadly, it lost some of its effects being cried through his helmet, barely audible outside his own armour, surrounded by the roar of...

Fanfare. Drums, horns and all the other paraphernelia of chilvalric sports thumped and blared. The crowds cheered and roared. Ah, yes -- the arena was singing its siren's song to him. Clanking, rattling armour preceded him, each joint-link and layered plate bringing out a tinny tune of their...