Recent content by Tuncan MacKraser

As lords and ladies traded pleasantries, musicians given to violins and other instruments, it was one member not far from the peasantry, after a manner, who decided to spend his time with a server and did so pleasantly. She had bright blue eyes, long blonde hair and, at first, she had turned...

As the pair of highlander and rabbit-at-arms made conversation, Tuncan’s gaze was taken to Lady Orabela’s station, namely when it came to the paper that had been exchanged. Oh, he could only wait to know what she made of his answer to the riddle. Was it even correct? Beside tonight’s host was...

“Aye. Yet my highlands don’t tend to mind.” The rabbit man had a point, of course, more than the tip of his sword. It was one thing to carry a scabbard in communities for your blade to stay in or a bow and quiver on your back. Brandishing a big axe or a great spear, however, namely in your...

The cup and saucer might have been a tankard of ale just the other day, the plate of cake replaced with spiced minced meat pie, and the highlander would have been at peace to stand and eat and drink. At this establishment, however, it was a bit awkward to walk around with a cup and saucer so...

Ser Tuncan MacKraser. A knight of the highlands and a highlander knight if ever there was one. Or, at least, some might like to say. However, amid his sword and his play and his swordplay there was just a man ready to brave the land and accept the order of his lord wherever that land may take...

Tuncan, naturally, stood in silence as he waited and listened for a response from his apprentice. Understandably, the young lad who was no wee laddybuck by any means was yet a bit hesitant in his speech. Though not by much. His first wavering of a stutter offered no other. Rather, he stood in...

Meals upon meals. That was what was promised to Ser Tuncan MacKraser before he ever became a knight. He was content with it. To simply eat and drink? Aye, that was a far cry from living in poverty by any means. Granted, he was born into a family of enough recognition to be considered landed...

Distance, Tuncan had since learned, was something that depended on the traveler. From the forests of Falwood to the forests of the Spine, across continents, the Eldyr Tree was a long but not boring journey for this knight. Over days and nights, sleeping under trees or in taverns, he had gotten...

The knight might have sighed in relief but knew better than to lest he get hit upside the head again by the barmaid in their shared presence. Yet it would have been warranted. His squire was as crafty in speech as in action. “Aye, the lad is hungry, and squires need their feasts as much as us,”...

Ah, and there’s the dreaded question: What was the gamble for? Perhaps the wager was as important as the foundation of the game between Tuncan and his companions way back when. Granted, the man might not be as irritated as he might let off, what with that devilish grin of his, but his...

Well, the cat was out of the bag now, as they say. A nod’s as good as a wink to a blind horse. Tuncan poked at sausage with his fork. Aye, and now I need a tassie of whiskey for this tale, never mind ale. For the moment, the knight just sat in silence, gaze lowered to his plate of food; finding...

At first, it was all Tuncan could do to listen to Aldric and stare at his face in silence. Fortunately he wasn’t alone. He witnessed Lizzie in his peripheral vision but could just as much feel her eyebrow raise as his own twitched. Both persons were positively torn between bursting out laughing...

Definitely no shy man, neither a knight, Tuncan used this time to chew his food with a grin toward his companion as he listened to the conversation exchanged between the young man and the young woman. The smile in the knight’s eyes would read for the squire that he would get no help from him, oh...

Torn between gazing at the plate coming his way and the companion sitting across from him, Tuncan settled his gaze on the latter, his smile never fading. The way the lad covered his face, spoke in that dignified tone despite the circumstances, made his armor appear to be featherweight in...

Grateful for bread, it allowed Tuncan to digest the words of his speaker, and that was what Aldric was in that moment; no little, no less. A kid with wisdom if ever there was one. Though this hard bread was hardly breakfast, brunch or lunch. When would his come? Tuncan could only wonder. It...