Brave Sir Robin

>>23360669
aye

Gregor Chamblin.

Rolled 1

>>23360669
yep

>>23360669
>>23360879
>>23360968
Ah, yes! That was his name, Sir Robin Chamblin, a knight who was so fearful, he would carry his weapons blunted, for fear of cutting himself.

Like all knights, Sir Robin Chamblin was sworn to the king's service, to act as his loyal commanders and soldiers. Every year, the court would convene, and knights from near and far would meet at the King's castle, to demonstrate their skill and strength.

And every year, he would go, fearful of incurring the king's wrath were his absence to be noted.

This is where we find him now, travelling along the roads of the country, a watchful eye out for any trouble.

And unfortunately, trouble is found.

Ahead of Sir Robin lies a a several unsavory fellows looting a travelling merchant's wagon, while the merchant himself is held down another bandit. The valley he is, was wide, but tall, leaving no clear way around these four men and their victim. Sir Robin hesitates, unsure of what to do, when one of the bandits spots him and approaches, a thick club in hand.

What does our knight do next?

>>23361074
Preemptively throw our money at them, and hope we strike one of them unconscious with the heavy bag of gold coins. If that doesn't work get off our horse and offer them that, by staying a good distance away and slapping the horse's rear so it charges the bandits. Finally if that too goes amiss give them our finely crafted weapons, but not too close mind you, throw them so we don't get in range of those nasty daggers.

>>23361074
Whatever you choose, roll 1d100 to determine success. i will pick the most popular option, or the most successful one. roll by placing dice+1d100 in the email field.

Rolled 95

>>23361118
Rolling for success

Rolled 79

>>23361118
allow me to roll for you. my apologies i did not include that in the post.

Rolled 33

>>23361074

A club vs a mounted opponent?

Kick the mount into a run and get moving.

>>23361118
Seconding as hard as I can.

Rolled 93

>>23361272

Agreed.

Rolled 63

>>23361130
>>23361136
>95, great success.

[switching to first person now.]

As the bandit approaches you, a sneer forms on his lips.

“this be our pass. If you want to get by, give us-”

“Here!” Cowardly as you are, you are not stupid. Bandits wanted gold, and that they would receive. You toss them the bag.

A little bit too hard. Your fear propels the sack of gold right at the bandits face, knocking him into the dirt. As the other bandits start yelling choice words at you, cowardice grips your body. Getting off of your horse horse to show you mean no harm, you then slap horse so it goes to them as a form of tribute.
Once again, your cowardice worsens the situation, as the hard slap sends the horse stampeding towards them, knocking them both to the ground.

In the midst of this confusion, the merchant yanks away from the last man, who looks at his fallen compatriots, then back to you.

"Wha-what did you do? i'll have yer guts for that!"

Oh dear. He might attack. Perhaps the gift of your sword will persuade him to take it and leave. Unbuckling it, you then toss it in his direction, hoping he takes it and leaves you in peace.

No such luck. The pommel hits his head, causing the bandit to collapse.

Four unconscious bodies are around you, and they might get angry when you wake up. That's not good. As you hurriedly run amongst them and pick up your items, the merchant comes, over, and bows.

“thank you, kind ser, for your assistance! I am deeply in your debt!”

This is odd. What do you do now? these bandits might awaken anytime soon, and you want to be as well away from here as possible.

Rolled 24

>>23361462

Recover your gear.

Ask him if he can escort you to the Kings castle.

Rolled 69

>>23361462

"We should leave here now my good man! Providence is such a fickle beast, and I have not the heart to face it this day!"

Roll to gather items, mount horse, and flee like a frenchman post 1820!

Rolled 42

>>23361462
"We should leave here now my good man! Providence is such a fickle beast, and I have not the heart to face it this day!"

Roll to gather items, mount horse, and flee like a frenchman post 1820!

>>23361462
"we should leave good sir, it seems luck is with us today and dreadful violence will not be needed..."

Rolled 69

>>23361533
>>23361602
"We should leave here now my good man! Providence is such a fickle beast, and I have not the heart to face it this day!"

You get back on your horse after taking the few coins they have, and turn the reins toward the exit of the valley.

The merchant spits on the bandits before stepping back in his wagon.

“bloody brutes. Sure you don't want to kill them?'

you think about it, but realise that if you kill them, they might send more after you. That's not good.

You shake your head.

"we should leave good sir, it seems luck is with us today and dreadful violence will not be needed..."

For the rest of the ride, the merchant feeds and pays for all of your lodging out of gratitude, and the two of you talk. The old merchant is Lucian a trader from the north. Like many, he travels to the King's Castle every tournament for a living.

“though, seeing your skills, ser, I might make more betting on you.” he cheerily says.

“now, now, that may not be such a good idea.” You reply, a faint sweat coming over you. You don't want this man to lose his money betting on you.

With that the conversation turns to other things, and finally, the two of you arrive at the castle town.

You can see a great deal of people, from merchants to artists, as well as a few other knights.

You turn to Lucian.

“well, this is it.”

“so it is, Sir Robin! Good luck and may the fates watch over you well!” with his parting statement, he carries the wagon away, and is swallowed by the crowd.

Crowds make you nervous, but luckily, they pay you no mind as you pass through the gates, the crest on your shield identifying you as a knight.

You will meet the king tomorrow, and it is only midday. the castle provides lodging for knights, but it is sparse. many choose to go elsewhere, or bring comfort with them.

What do you do now, Sir Robin, the town awaits?

Rolled 61

>>23361681

Search for a nice cozy Inn, in the nice part of town, away from anything remotely dangerous.

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Construct a gilly suit by attaching leaves and moss to my armor. Find a tree, climb into it, hide there where danger cannot find me.

If you're scared to fight becoming a master of stealth seems the logical solution.

Rolled 81

>>23361681
Since crowds are so unsettling as they are, search for the emptiest part of town and avoid distractions at all costs along the way.

Rolled 12

>>23361836
>>23361773
>>23361717

You decide that finding safe lodgings is more important than anything else. That means no inns with too many customers, no being near a dock, and no shady person sitting in the corner. As you travel the streets, it occurs to you that if you could cover yourself with a bush, you could hide from most fights. You pick up some leaves and twine, and store them for later.

Finally, you find an inn. It's quiet, brightly lit, and surrounded by minor businesses that won't attract the adventuring type. You pay then fee, store your horse in the stable and quietly retire to your room, working on weaving the twine and leaves. You pass the night this way, and your efforts are rewarded by a rough poncho of leaves. You sit and eat in the empty tavern, go to bed, and wake up.

You need to meet the king today.

Pulling your horse out of the stable, you ride to the castle, carrying the banner of your family and joining the procession of knights waiting to enter the gates. In front of you and behind you are knights dressed in fine armor with multiple banner men, making you feel unusually conscious of your lack of wealth. As you proceed along the main road, the knights enter the castle proper, dismounting their horses and entering the gates. You follow suit, and as the king greets his loyal men one by one, you catch sight of a beautiful maiden.
[1/3]

Rolled 24

>>23362178
The princess.

It's your fist time seeing her, yet you can feel who she is by that angelic aura around her. Her eyes meet yours, and you catch yourself staring.

You hurriedly turn away, fearful of incurring the princess's wrath. Oh dear. That's not a good sign. What if she demands her father to throw you in the dungeons? What's happening ahead? You crane your neck, and see the knights ahead merely bow, the king asks to see the sword, and they say something about honor and duty before taking their leave, without acknowledging the princess beyond "My Lady."

suddenly, the court announcer interrupts your thoughts.

“presenting Sir Robin of the Chamblin, first son of Baron Chamblin.”

You kneel deeply, and the King talks with a gentle, yet commanding tone.

"Give me your sword, sir Robin, so that I may see that your loyalty is bound to me and my kingdom."

You draw your sword, and present it to him. he takes it by the handle, and looks over it.

You peer up slightly from your kneeling, and see him looking with appraising eyes at the edge. The blunted edge. You see the king's sharp eyes notice it, and see his thoughts move.

he's going to ask about it.

"Sir Robin, you sword is blunt. Explain."

Immediately, you hear those around burst into murmurs.

Blood rushes to your face. What do you say? What do you do? Everybody is staring at you. and you start to sweat. How will you talk your way out of this one?
[2/3]

Rolled 28

>>23362236
come up with a good response, and reply to the king. you can try to roll your way out, or come up with a really good reason as to why you gave him a blunted sword. I will go with either the best sounding or the highest roll.
[3/3]

Rolled 36

>>23362236

" My liege, I keep my blade blunt as a measure to prevent the unnecessary spilling of blood. As a knight, it is my duty and my pleasure to protect the weak and not spill unneeded blood. I know well that people often live in fear of the blade, and I wish not to add to such fears with bloodshed where I can avoid it."

Of course, that such fears are, in fact, his own, there shall be no sign.

Rolled 15

>>23362269
Say that we have blunted our sword so that no man of evil may draw blood with it should we ever fall. Or that it was blunted in battle with powerful foe. Or some other bullshit.

Rolled 63

" My liege, I keep my blade blunt as a measure to prevent the unnecessary spilling of blood. As a knight, it is my duty and my pleasure to protect the weak and not spill unneeded blood. I know well that people often live in fear of the blade, and I wish not to add to such fears with bloodshed where I can avoid it." The words come out of your mouth quickly, almost hastily.

“Sir Robin, arise.” The kings speaks slowly.

Did you just mess this all up? What's going to happen? Did you disgrace your family? You stand to your feet, and stare at the king, whose eyes bertay nothing.

He hands you your sword.

“Very wise, Sir Robin of Chamblin, and well put. We are knights, not beasts, and the will to avoid needless bloodshed is what makes our souls truly noble. I look forward to seeing your skill in the tournament.”

The court creates some minor applause, and you feel relieved as you exit the grand hall.

It might be time for a rest.

You decide to retire to the gardens, for the banquet will start soon. As the sun drops, you hear footsteps in the garden. Peeking over the tall hedge you hid yourself behind, you see the princess.

Maybe you should leave now? There's a small servant's exit nearby you can duck into without her seeing. Or maybe you should stay, and apologize, and talk so that you do not incur her wrath.

The choice is yours, sir Robin. What do you wish to do?

Rolled 1

>>23362609
Find a nice, secluded and quite place, then let all that panic out.

Rolled 29

>>23362609
>>23362609

The princess is one of the most powerful people in the kingdom, if she were to believe Robin has foul intent within the gardens, the consequences would be likely fatal.

Robin must announce his presence to her.

>>23362701
merely state we had come for some air, then be as curtious and polite as possible, also try not to cry about thinking how we will be beaten at the tournament

Rolled 18

>>23362701
>29, failure
If people saw you sneaking away from the gardens, they might think you were up to something. You stand up quickly and announce
“My Lady, I am Sir Robin of Chamblin! I wish to let you know I am here in the garden, and am at your service!”

You hear a small gasp of surprise, and then,

“Where are you, Sir Robin?

You groan inwardly. You frogot to step out from behind the hedge. You do so, and kneel before the princess.

“My apologies! I acted with haste!”

“Umm...Arise, Sir Robin.” She speaks nervously, and you get up, only to catch sight of her eyes once more.

The two of you stare, then both glance away again.

You immediately stiffen, and apologize once more, your nervousness make your voice louder than it should.

“Q-quiet down! You don't need to shout.”

“oh..er...my apologies..” You whisper, and try to walk away.

“Where are you going?” she asks, and you nearly jump.

“I believe that the princess wished to roam the gardens, and I shall not interrupt her with my presence.” you reply hastily.

“No, it's fine. It's nice to have another presence here. Too many are obsessed with war, sir Robin. Your presence is a sign that not all wish for fighting. It was refreshing when you presented your sword to my father, and said what you said. You do believe what you say, don't you?”

You turn, and give her the truth, for it is unbecoming to lie to a princess, and refreshing to talk with someone who dislikes fighting as much as you.

“Indeed I do, princess. I do not wish to fight in either this tournament, or on a battlefield. Were there no fights, and no need for knights or soldiers, the world would be a better place.”

“Truly spoken, Sir Robin.” she smiles slightly. “To-morrow, the tournament shall begin, I hope to see you there.”

You bow once more, then hear the call for banquet.
[1/2]

Rolled 56

>>23363031
As the banquet ends, you retire to your quarters, dreading tomorrow.

But tomorrow comes all too quickly.
At the tournament the trumpets are blared, and the heralds speak of honor. The crowd roars for violence, and you dread the many blows you will receive today, in both the jousting and swordplay arena. As the procession of knights ride by the princess, each pledges to win for the King.

The trumpets blare once more, and the tournament begins.

How do you plan to fight? Roll to see how well you do.

>>23363031
If we lose that fucking tournament we'll drop our swagger index to 0.

Rolled 57

>>23363072
Oh dice gods, let Sir Robin win this tournament with his mighty incompetence.

>>23363072
Defensively let the foe tire himself out

Rolled 53

>>23363114
fucked up the dice

Rolled 24

>>23363072

We ride fast and hard, sword out, looking for all the world like a champion of chivalry.

We avoid all combatants and attempt to not get stabbed or dismounted.

Rolled 20

>>23363072
let evryone trip over everyone else, and stay back

Rolled 39

>>23363072
How do we fight? the only way we know how, avoid getting hit at all chances

>>23363176
try to stay in then let the other guy beat us, we just have to take a few good punches, like when we were bullied as a boy, then it doesn't look like we were a pussy, someone has to lose, the less attention we call to ourselves the better; no boasting, no bragging, and pray someone does not call us out, then we have no choice but to get our balls up

>>23363215
Bro roll

Rolled 10

>>23363107

This, so seconding all the way.

Rolled 28

>>23363215

Rolled 68

>>23363107
>57, middling Success

You take a deep breath, and feel the panic overcoming your body. You just need to survive. That's all.

As you step out onto the field you can see the next opponents, standing in pristine white armor, hands steady. You, on the other hand, are twitching like a spider. The trumpets blow,

And the fight begins.

The Knight charges forward, letting loose a bellow of war.

Your scream, on the other hand, is of terror.

Lances collide, impacts are felt, and miraculously, you are left standing. As the week goes on, you win some fights and lose some, coming out in the middle, overall. You proudest moment was in the swordplay arena, where you found out easy it was to dodge around others and trip them. Perhaps it was your talk with the princess, but your fears help you stay up.

At last, the week comes to an end, and you are battered, tired, and dreading this final moment.

It's the grand fight. Two sides charge at each other in a mock war, with the last few fighting until only one remains. The fight is fierce and hectic with many receiving injuries and wounds in this last melee.

You swallow, and cling to your reins with a white-knuckled grip.

Roll to stay alive.

Rolled 93

>>23363322

"Time to pick a God and pray!"

Rolled 72

>>23363322
OH FUCK, DON'T DIE ROBIN

>>23363345
The legend of Sir Robin begins!

Rolled 53

>>23363345

Divine Intervention saves the day???

All in all, it seems that Sir Robin will be the victor for ages to come..

I bet how he wins will be HILARIOUS.

>>23363454

Divine Intervention and Fire Emblem crit quotes, anyway.

>>23363345
Oh god.... Everyone will be gunning after us now

>>23363768
We're like that. We don't want fame, but fame hunts mercilessly Robin.

Rolled 35

Rolling for OP to return.

Serious potential here, want to see it continue!

Rolled 90

>>23363947
OP COME BACK, WE LOVE YOU

Rolled 31

>>23363345
You mutter every known prayer to every god that ever existed, and then some. As you line up, lance in hand, you look to your opponents, then, at your allies.

Dozens of knights are lined up, each riding a mighty steed.

The horses paw the ground, and the knights glare at their enemies. Their task is to win, no matter the cost.

This is war, and the earth stands still.

Then the trumpets blow, and the two sides charge at each other, with unbridled ferocity let loose. Their blades and lances fall upon each other, and all is chaos and steel.

As the two sides turn around once more, a princess and a merchant watch for any sign of one knight, and see him, riding with an unbroken lance.

You're there, riding your horse as the wind. Every time the sides clash, you spur your horse on as fast as possible, seeming as if you wish to lead the charge, save for a few.

A merchant thinks you are plotting another way to win.

A princess sees you wish to outrun the chaos.

You, on the other hand, have lost all control of your horse, and are clinging on for dear life as it circles the arena.

[1/4]

Rolled 38

>>23363977
>>23364029
I don't wanna say it worked... But it worked. Never piss the dice gods.

Rolled 26

>>23364029
Knight by knight, the sides dwindle and are reassembled to balance the odds. Each time, you survive through miraculous odds. The first charge was outrun.

The second was slipping by two knights who intended to ram you from other sides, leaving them to collide in mid air.

The third was ducking for dear life, sending the knight flying as he overthrusts, off of his horse.

This last round was your lance catching a strap, making the opponent's breastplate fall to the mud.

Now, nothing remains but you and Knight Ornenmaugh, leader of the King's Army.

The two of you charge, screams of terror and anger uniting in the air.

Lances hit. Bodies fall.

You pick yourself off of the mud, readying yourself fot this fight. Your knees shake, your hands twitch, and your mind is screaming for yout to escape this fight.

As the general charges, spinning his mace, you raise your shield.

The mace hits like a meteor, numbing your arm, and wrecking the wooden board.

He swings again, and pain shoots up your forearm, nearly causing you to drop the shield.

You can't run. You can't hide. Here, you will lose it all.

Just like you knew you would.

Your body freezes, and you grip on the shield loosens.
[2/4]

Rolled 33

>>23364052
Your body freezes, and your grip on the shield loosens.

The mace swing once more, hitting the shield.

The loose shield. As spikes embed in the wood and he pulls back, the extra weight throws him off and he stumbles, backward, collapsing into the mud.

You can't even think right now.

You fall, and instinctively place your sword out for support.
The point slams right next to the general's head.

Your legs collapse, and the only thing supporting you is the fact you are sitting on the general's body.

He the general looks up, and sees eyes that have lost all thought. Surely, those are the eyes of a killer.

”I yield.” He speaks, then lets his mace fall from his hands.

You don't understand the words.

You're too tired.

You don't know why people are rushing to you, carrying you. You don't know why the king has a smile, as does the princess.

You don't understand the words the king utters, especially not long ones, such as victorious, or valorous.

You don't know why he's pointing to you, asking for your “opinion.”

You know one thing.

“I'm tired.”

The victorious knight collapses in an undignified heap at the king's feet, and the King simply calls for a doctor.

The princess cradles the frame of this man, this knight.

The last thing you see, before your eyes close, is an angel cradling you.

You smile.

This must be what death feels like.

Then the world goes black.

Rolled 6

>>23364069
You wake up in an infirmary, and old man staring at you.

“He's awake.” The man announces, and you feel people rush over. Thoroughly confused, you ask about what happened. They simply slap you on the back, and say you did a good job. They then say something about an awards ceremony, leaving you out of the loop completely. You are stuffed back into your armor, helm thrust upon your head, and led to a pair of double doors.

They open, and you see the king, sitting on his throne, the princess next to him, and the bare of golden trumpets and the thunderous applause of the filled court. You walk slowly down the carpet, unsure if this is a dream. Finally, you reach the king, and kneel. Even if this is a dream, you must kneel before your king.

He tells you to arise, and places his hands on your shoulders. He booming voice echos throughout the Grand Hall telling of your bravery and skill. You are thoroughly confused by the events, but manage to catch the princess's eye as she smiles at you. You feel great.

“is there anything you would like to say, Sir Robin of Chamblin, Guardian of the Princess Silvia, heir to the Throne?”

Public speaking? You despise public speaking. What do you say? What do you say? All that joy is gone now. The King wants to hear you speak. Speak in front of all these people. What do you say?
[4/4 sorry this took so long.]

"Guardian of the Princess Silvia!?"

>>23364091
>Guardian of the Princess Silvia, heir to the Throne
Oh god... PANIC, IT'S TIME TO PANIC.

Rolled 46

>>23364091
Ask towards the men who fell in the melee. Robin does not wish to have harmed anyone.

You know, they could be angry and that would be bad.

Rolled 47

>>23364126
>>23364091

Don't panic!

Simply say, "I am honored, my King."

Keep is short, sweet, and unlikely to make you faint.

Rolled 19

>>23364182
second

>>23364200
We're fucked, enter damage control mode right now you fagts! We're a coward knight heir to the throne what the fuck do we do?! Is it time to cry?

>>23364091
"r-really it was dumb luck your highness, th-this is quite an honor I am sure I am unworthy of..." try not to lose spaghetti

Rolled 98

>>23364222
Rolling for spaghetti spill.

Rolled 23

>>23364108

Fucking this.

>>23364236
y-you too

Rolled 40

>>23364236
>>23364222

It looks like we're dropping our spaghetti, hardcorely..

>>23364260
"Do you like me?" "No" "Me neither"

>>23364294
Or are we? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVSRm80WzZk

Rolled 35

>>23364236
>98, spaghetti spilled so hard people love you for it.

“It was merely luck and I....”

oh. that's right. You are the guardian, Royal Protector, Princess's Champion, and many other titles. That's a big responsibility., protecting the heir to the throne.

Nope. you faint, and the courts fall silent.

Someone coughs, and another person talks.

“mebbe the fight took a lot out of him. He should rest.”others voice their agreement, and peope file out, looking towards this knight to see if he's alright.

You wake up in the infirmary, a doctor looking over you. He pulls you up, and attempts to explain the situation, when-

“is he all right?” You hear the king's voice interrupt, and you immediately snap up and bow.

The king sees you, and speaks, concern in his voice.

“I should not have rushed you, Sir Robin. Maybe we should have waited. I am dreadfully sorry you missed the end-banquet, but rest assured, everyone thinks very highly of you.”

“Papa, is he alright?” you hear the princess speak.

The king nods. “he is, dearest. Now, I trust you to watch over him, so that he may watch over you with care.”

With that, the king and doctor leave, leaving you two alone.

“so...” you begin...

“you fainted. Everyone was very worried. Especially me. How are you going to watch over me if you drop dead all the time?”

'I...well..” you stammer profusely, and she giggles.

“it's alright. Just try not to let it happen again, Royal protector.” She squeezes your hand once, and leaves the infirmary.
Royal Protector. It has a nice ring to it.

You turn over in the bed, and catch a nice bit of sleep.

The next few days are filled with lessons on decorum, presence, manners, and finely shined armor. You catch on quickly, your fear of failing causing you to pick up everything quickly.

Rolled 11

>>23364571
Then the next day, you converse with the captain of the guards, as are your duties, down inside the town, when you hear screaming. You can't make it out.

The captain next to, however, does.

“DRAGON!” he screams, taking off in a hurry.

Dragons. Oh boy. You nearly faint, grabbing a spear to keep yourself up.

Oh gods. You have to protect the princess, who is high up in the castle. Or you could flee. Fleeing sounds so nice. Outside you can hear the dragon's unearthly roar as it terrorizes the town. What to do? What to do?

>>23364586
order all the townsfolk and peasants to run, it will make us look less bad for doing so, also stay behind a squad of soldiers

>>23364609
that's someone elses job, get the princess and run!

Rolled 94

>>23364586
Oh god oh god, find a safe place, maybe near some of those things used to break walls - those are big, the dragon should be scared of them, right?

>>23364660
And there we go, a 94.
I think we're going to find something fantastically dragon-slaying, and just happen to use it, or something like that.

>>23364660
Oh jesus... We're gonna shoot down the dragon without even knowing aren't we? Fucking Robin.

>>23364682
I'm hoping for a catapult or something to hit the dragon with, yes.
And then everyone knows we did it.
Princess wants to be safe?
Well, congrats, we're gonna kill a dragon for her

>>23364682
>>23364678
>>23364660

Robin: The Most Badass Motherfucker Ever.

He stumbles around, trying not to fail, and WINS SO HARD.

>>23364782
The ladies at court are going to fight like lionesses to get at us, is all I'm going to say on the matter.

Rolled 69

>>23364660
Run. You need to run and hide. Preferably with the princess in tow.

Mounting your horse, you bolt for the castle, spurs urging the horse to move like the wind. As you rush by countless peasants and guards, you yell at them all to run.

Dragons. Why did it have to be a dragon?

Entering the castle proper, you hop off your horse, dodging the catapults and ballista that are set out. You need to hide. These barrels out here, wrapped with spikes and filled with oil...if you emptied one, no one would know, and they seem so dangerous that no one would touch them. You empty the barrel and hop in it, pulling the lid on tight.

All around you, you can hear the screams and orders of guards and captains, while you cower. They can go ahead. At least you'll be safe.

Then you feel the barrel get picked up.

Maybe someone is placing you on a wagon, and driving out of the castle! You'll be safe there!

You feel the barrel get settled in.

Wait.

This is catapult ammunition. You're in it.

You bust open the barrel with a roar.

Surprising the operator, who pulls the lever.

You feel yourself get launched and feel yourself flying, cape billowing behind you. This isn't so bad. Maybe you can land in the lake.

Wait, why is that dragon getting closer?

Oh my.

You grab your sword and brace for impact, landing on its snout. You hear a roar and notice your sword is stuck in the dragons forehead.

It won't like that.

The dragon shakes and roars, and you can feel yourself getting twisted and thrown around. Nevertheless, you keep a tight grip on your sword. Tugging it, you feel it budge in the wrong direction, making the wound deeper. The dragon tosses its head once more, and you are launched skyward.

[1/3]

Rolled 86

>>23365199
The dragon rushes at you, angry at the one who injured it. It opens its mouth wide, exhaling burning red dragonfire.

Lucky for you. The hot air pushes you away, but not far enough. The lower jaw will hit you.

Unless...

You try to hit the jaw as it comes up, to knock yourself away.

It doesn't work. Instead, the blade bites, and your weight against the dragon heading upwards causes it to slide downwards, tearing into it's neck and belly, releasing hot dragon blood all over your armor and blade, causing it to finally tumble out of the wound and for you to fall.

Thank heavens the dragon was flying so low, for you tumble at hit the ground, rolling and bumping along the road leading to the castle gate.

The dragon roars once more in anger as it hits the ground and slides across the cobblestones.

You pick yourself up, only to see a several-ton beast rushing at you.

On the castle balcony, they see a man pick up his sword, and rush towards the dragon.

What they don't see is the alleyway you're ducking for.

They stand, awestruck as the man charges.

They forget to give orders to the men below, who load another barrel, and fire.

You run. You're almost at the alleyway.

Boom. You hear the explosion behind you and feel yourself pushed over the oncoming dragon.

You sword hangs low, and cuts through the dragon, from head to tail.

Then you hit a hay bale, and your momentum is stopped.

The dragon is stopped.

The men cheer, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Unless this is one of those undead dragons.

You sprint with fright into the castle gates, into safety, unaware of all those trying to pat you on the back.

You bust open the grand hall doors with your shoulder. the doors are thick. nothing can get you in there.

Wait, why are all these people here?
[2/3]

Rolled 6

>>23365242
The king and princess sit on their thrones.

The Royal guard is there, protecting them both.

And a man in spiked, black armor stands against them, a razor-sharp spear in hand.

Before you can move, the man plunges into the crowd, spear thrusting left and right. a dancing blade in the forest of steel.

Like lightning, he pushes the king aside and grabs the princess, holding the spear to her neck.

“make a move, and she dies.”

the man starts backing towards the stained glass window behind the thrones.

What can you do? What can you do? The princess is going to be abducted and it's all that stupid dragon's fault and those guys that launched you and you don't want to die...
what do you do?

>>23365266
ask him some stupid question, keep him distracted, all I got

Rolled 76

>>23365266
Maybe we can make the bandit show all over again, it made clear that we meant no harm when were eagerly giving our sword away.

Rolled 64

>>23365266

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...

Try to reason with him! We might be covered in dragon blood, but he might calm down if we speak in the right tone.

Or get angry...

Rolled 78

>>23365333
>>23365323
>>23365266

Do it all.. But with Money instead of our sword.

And we don't wanna die! We don't want the princess to die!

We just killed a motherfucking dragon..

We're scared shitless.

Rolled 21

>>23365323
>>23365333
>>23365452
You try to buy time.

“W-who are you?” You demand.

The black-armored soldier laughs.

“You truly do not know? Good. I am the left hand for the Lord of the Moon, Ruler of all, and Conqueror of the West. If you let me take the Princess, I promise she will not be harmed, and will be returned once your King gives his lands over to my lord. Or, you may-”

Once more, you throw your sword, so that the man has it. And unfortunately, you throw too hard. The sword plunges through the breastplate, right through his stomach.

His voices screeches, like the sound of breaking glass.

The men charge, but the soldier snaps his fingers, pushing them all back with a wave of energy.

“How dare you. Once we invade, I'll make sure to kill you with my bare hands.” the man points directly at you, and snaps his fingers once more, disappearing in an instant.

All is silent. Then the king screams at the top of his lungs for his daughter, and rushes to where the man disappeared. But nothing is left but your sword covered in black blood.

“No...NO!” The king grabs you by the shoulders.

“Go after her! You're her champion, do something! Mobilize the armies to face his! Something anything!” the king collapses in a pile at your feet, and the general helps to pull him up.

“Rest, sirrah, rest.” he passes the kings to the guards, and looks at you.

“I can fight. But you...you slayed a dragon! Tell me, is there a plan you have in mind, Sir Robin?”

You plan? Oh no. How? You're no general, or leader. You shake you're head, and the general sighs.

“I cannot place all of our hopes on you. I will mobilize the troops, and fight like knights.”

he leaves you to your thoughts, and you stand in the bloody throne room. Why? Why must it happen to you? And what will you do now?

Rolled 58

>>23365601

Ride into the sunset with your knights since this is a oneshot.

>>23365601
If he said west, we go east, surely we won't find him in the eastern lands!

Rolled 56

>>23365601
Panic and run away.

Rolled 26

>>23365683
Dice for that, sorry.

>>23365683
Your dice don't work.

>>23365601
I suppose we should find out who the people he was talking about was, try not to cry

Rolled 94

>>23365601

Pick up your sword, and have someone look at the blood? See where it's from?

It's all nasty and gross, and Robin doesn't wanna touch it.

Oh, and lets get ourselves cleaned up. We're all grubby and need to feel pure again.

Also, lets get some food. All that dragon fighting REALLY made Robin very hungry..

[As we do this, let's gather unwarrented advice from many people]

>>23365743
>94
Welp.

Rolled 95

>>23365743
As you pick up your sword, a guard curses and crosses himself

“The black blood! It's a curse, sirrah! Black blood is said to come from creatures of the moon, or those blessed by him!”

You drop the sword in disgust, and move to get yourself cleaned. As you eat,the General makes plans, and people wonder if war will really work against the armies in the west. They speak of opposites. Surely, the Conqueror of the West should have a rival in the East to save them.

East. Maybe you should head east, and have this man deal with your problems.

Run away, run towards the lands of the rising sun, and escape all your problems.

As the soldiers mount and ready your war, you mount your horse in the opposite directions. As messengers are sent out, you ride.

You run away.

You run past countless troops, countless villages. You run past plains, past hills, past mountains, and past forests. You run from the past, form your present from your destiny.

No.

Running away is your destiny.

Finally, when you have run so hard, that your horse has collapsed from exhaustion, you find yourself on the edge of the world, where the sea descends into infinite depths below, into the stars themselves.

You have run as far as you can, and can run no more.

And there is nothing but nothingness beyond you, and the western moon behind you.

What do you do now?

Rolled 30

>>23365743
>>23365684
>>23365683
As you pick up your sword, a guard curses and crosses himself.

“The black blood! It's a curse, sirrah! Black blood is said to come from creatures of the moon, or those blessed by him!”

You drop the sword in disgust, and move to get yourself cleaned. As you eat,the General makes plans, and people wonder if war will really work against the armies in the west. They speak of opposites. Surely, the Conqueror of the West should have a rival in the East to save them.

East. Maybe you should head east, and have this man deal with your problems.

Run away, run towards the lands of the rising sun, and escape all your problems.

As the soldiers mount and ready your war, you mount your horse in the opposite directions. As messengers are sent out, you ride.

You run away.

You run past countless troops, countless villages. You run past plains, past hills, past mountains, and past forests. You run from the past, from your present, from your destiny.

No.

Running away is your destiny.

Finally, when you have run so hard, that your horse has collapsed from exhaustion, you find yourself on the edge of the world, where the sea descends into infinite depths below, into the stars themselves.

You have run as far as you can, and can run no more.

And there is nothing but nothingness beyond you, and the western moon behind you.

What do you do now?

Rolled 90

>>23365972

We cry. We cry for our fears and our troubles..

We sob and scream to the heavens, to save us from the horrors of this world.

We cry for our failing to protect the Princess, the only woman why understood us, a woman we may have grown to love.

We let our grief out.

Rolled 76

>>23365972
Holly shit, nothingness is scary, back up to somethingness, not that far back into somethingness that you actually get into the turf territory, but enough so you stop seeing the void.

There is only oen thing to do, accept the nothingness and meaningness of this exsistance and fall upon our sword.

we can't run home, they will find us there too, we just need to keep moving, alert no one to who we are and wander,

Rolled 4

>>23366069

Very emotional.

>>23366089

But this is fucking funnier, rolling for this.

Rolled 4

>>23366069
>>23366089

I suggest both? At the same time..

Rolled 53

>>23366069
You fall to your knees to cry for the princess, for the kingdom and for yourself.

You cry for your weakness, your luck and your cowardice.

You cry, and cry for help at the end of the world.

But when your tears run dry, when your eyes are red, you look up.

Lo and behold, you see the rising sun in front of you, and a comforting presnece fill your soul.

WHY DO YOU WEEP, MORTAL?

You tell the sun why. Of your failures. Of your cowardice. Of your embarrassment. Of your lost love.
You tell the sun all, and the sun listens.

AND YET, YOU HAVE COME HERE, TO FACE THE HARSH LIGHT OF JUDGEMENT IN THE FACE OF THE SUN. WHAT DO YOU SEEK? FORGIVENESS? FEROCITY? FEARLESSNESS? YOUR STORY INTRUIGES ME. I CAN FORGIVE, BUT THAT WILL DO NOTHING. I CAN GRANT YOU FEROCITY, BUT IT WILL CONSUME YOU, LIKE SO MANY OTHERS. I CAN GIVE YOU FEARLESSNESS, BUT THAT WOULD TAKE AWAY WHAT HAS MADE YOU WHOM YOU ARE.

You pause in the face of those words.

The Sun is giving you a single wish.

But what will you wish for?

Rolled 41

>>23366322

"Defeat the enemies of the kingdom and save the princess?"

>>23366322
The strength to recover and protect the princess.

;_;

>>23366352
Lemme roll that for ya.
dice+d100

>>23366406
heh, oops

Rolled 27

>>23366352

Beautifully sad, eh?..

>>23366322

"I ask.. For your support and help in what I need to do. After this, after I save the Princess and bring peace, long lasting peace, to the land, I will never raise my blade again. Help me, Oh Sun.. Help me never have to fight again."

>>23366352
dice+1d100

Rolled 61

>>23366352

>>23366432
The spirit of sir Robin has possessed me!

Rolled 80

>>23366406
>>23366418

My friend! It is nice to see you.. How do you like my ideas for this quest?
>>23366422
>>23366069
>>23365743

And others, but these are the ones I caee to count..

>>23366459
They are wondrous indeed, Obs. I wish only that they were not tainted by my failure to properly format dice rolls.
>>23366422
But this is it, for sure. Robin in a nutshell.

Rolled 9

>>23366537

Then roll for it, you dope!

Rolled 7

>>23366559
Hah! Success!

Rolled 24

>>23366422
>>23366349
"I ask.. For your support and help in what I need to do. After this, after I save the Princess and bring peace, long lasting peace, to the land, I will never raise my blade again. Help me, Oh Sun.. Help me never have to fight again."

AND SO YOU SHALL.

Your heart leaps.

BUT YOU SHALL DO SO WITH YOUR OWN STRENGTH.

“But how can I, with not even a sword to my name...”

THEN I SHALL GRANT YOU A SWORD, SO THAT YOU MAY BRING LIGHT TO ALL OF THE WORLD.

As the sun speaks, a ray of light shine, hitting the ground in front of you, blinding you with brilliance.

Once the glow fades, a simple iron sword sticks out of the grass.

TAKE IT, AND ILLUMINATE THE WORLD.

You nod and draw the sword, releasing a brilliant light. As it does so you realise that the iron has changed to the whitest of steel and your armor is free of all dents and scratches. Your horse stands once more, filled with energy and vigor, and your mind is clear.

It's time to fulfill your oath.

You nod your thanks to the sun, and charge to the west, sunlight following in your tracks.

You will bring peace to the kingdom.

You will save the princess.

Rolled 47

>>23366422
>>23366349
"I ask.. For your support and help in what I need to do. After this, after I save the Princess and bring peace, long lasting peace, to the land, I will never raise my blade again. Help me, Oh Sun.. Help me never have to fight again."

AND SO YOU SHALL.

Your heart leaps.

BUT YOU SHALL DO SO WITH YOUR OWN STRENGTH.

“But how can I, with not even a sword to my name...”

THEN I SHALL GRANT YOU A SWORD, SO THAT YOU MAY BRING LIGHT TO ALL OF THE WORLD.

As the sun speaks, a ray of light shine, hitting the ground in front of you, blinding you with brilliance.

Once the glow fades, a simple iron sword sticks out of the grass.

TAKE IT, AND ILLUMINATE THE WORLD.

You nod and draw the sword, releasing a brilliant light. As it does so you realise that the iron has changed to the whitest of steel and your armor is free of all dents and scratches. Your horse stands once more, filled with energy and vigor, and your mind is clear.

It's time to fulfill your oath.

You nod your thanks to the sun, and charge to the west, sunlight following in your tracks.

You will bring peace to the kingdom.

You will save the princess.

Rolled 2

>>23366645
Meanwhile, in the western battlefields, an army of knights march against the legions of the west. The soldiers are brave, and bold. Yet even them cannot help but fear death.

The two sides charge, and the battle begins.

For days, they fight, to keep their homeland safe, to keep their families safe and to keep themselves safe.

But ultimately, even the bravest realize that they are terribly outmatched.

The king orders his men to go, and save their families. This is not their fight. But it is the king's. And he will fight to the last. With that, he turns his horse, and charges.

The men follow, for they will obey their leader, and his attempt to save his daughter.

The small force charges once more.

And they charge with the force of the sun behind them.

For on the eastern hill, the sun rises, bringing a valiant knight upon his steed, a brilliant sword in hand, sunlight shining as if they were his wings. He descends, and once more the eastern forces pick up their arms, for the Brave Sir Robin the dragon-slayer is with them, bringing the burning sunlight.

As you descend the hill, your mount picks up speed carrying you, to the front of the charge, halting them all.

What do you say to these noble souls who would fight to the last breath?

Rolled 44

>>23366645

CHARGE!!!!! To the Princess we ride!

LET THE SUN GUIDE US IN OUR FIGHT!

It was better when we were doing cowardly acts, catapult scene was my favourite.
Now you ruined it, we sohuld have been forced to save the princess not do it on our own will.

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>>23366689

I fucking hate it when /tg/ turns anyshit to lawful good given chance.

Rolled 87

we attempt to give a courageous speech and then sneak around the battle to go rescue the princess wherever she is.

Rolled 61

Eh, what the hell.
We've apparently got a Sun-given sword.
Might as well go and try to kick the moon-people's ass.

>>23366765
/tg/ will always do that unless it made abundantly clear the character is NOT that nor will ever be that. Problem is that requires the gm to put his/her foot down. In which case /tg/ being the awesome role-players they are really shine.

Rolled 13

>>23366688

"Oh, uhm.. Hi..
Let's go and.. uh.. Kick some ass?
Yeah, let's do that.."

All while trying not to faint.

Rolled 93

>>23366804
As the group rushes, you join them, your voice echoing as a lord's, urging them to charge, for valor, for honor, and with each urging, the crowd voices their consent, and your group pierces the enemy's defenses like a million sunbeams, cleaving through the enemies as fast as light. You lead the charge, sword in hand, destroying all who stand in the way of the brilliant light.

At long last, you have arrived at the castle. As the men surrounding you take on the enemies ahead, you charge around their incomplete defenses, blasting through the castle wall.

Dismounting your horse, you charge for the throne room. You will save her.
Finally, the doors stand before you, deep in the heart of the castle.

You bust them open and they go flying.

Ahead of you lies the armored black knight, standing next the throne that holds a bloody man with a spear through his chest.


The knight suddenly starts to laugh.

“ha...haha..hahahahahahaha! A man who has taken over half the world, and I killed him? He fell like any man would, begging for his life! Truly, I am the all-powerful!”

He seems to have gone crazy, but mid-way in his rant he turns to you.

“You...you're that knight from earlier. Does this mean you cleaved through his army? Interesting!” He plucks his spear from the dead man's chest.

“I remember the promise I made when your sword got stuck in my gut. Now, I shall fulfill it!” the man lunges towards you with blinding speed.

Roll to defeat your enemy.

Rolled 22

>>23366937
rolling for parries and dodges. After all we're too cowardly to expose our self by attacking

Jackie Chan-tier accidental combat

Rolled 62

>>23366937

KILL THIS MOTHERFUCKER!

WE EPIC FIGHT SCENE NOW!

Actually, in TERROR, we fight to survive by following the 5 D's;

Dodge,
Duck,
Dip,
Dive,
And DODGE!

HOLY FUCK THIS GUY IS SCARY!! WHAT DID WE GET OURSELVES INTO???

SOMEONE! HELP!

Rolled 54

>>23366988
Again without idiocy

Rolled 6

>>23366937
Hope

Rolled 80

>>23366989
Ah what the hell, rolling for this one as well.

Rolled 93

>>23366982
>>23366988
>>23366989
You lunge with your sword in response, and the deadly dance of death begins. Riposte, parry, lunge. Every time the weapons meet, a resounding clang echos throughout the castle. Your battle carries the two of you across the grounds, along the battlements, and up the towers. Death is avoided by hair as you dodge, and you make your parries with all your strength. You cannot match his skill, but he cannot match your resolve, and the two of you are locked in this deadly duel.

“Who. Are. You. to. Match. Me?!” Each hit is punctuated by a blow, and on the last thrust, you move to block, but your feet slip. As you tumble to the ground, the black knight's thrust carries him into a stone wall, lodging the spear deep.

You pick yourself back up as the knight pulls the spear out, and wait for his next thrust.

Instead, he swings high and you duck.

The spear misses you, but cuts through a support, hitting him with a barrage of cobblestone and masonry.

You circle around him, but he's already got his guard up, picking himself out of the rubble. With a limp.

This could be your chance. You move forward, sword flicking and dancing, almost of it's own will. He attempts to block, but each block is weaker than the last. Finally, he thrusts forward too strongly, and you score a hit.He screams in rage, and you can feel the pressure of his rage.

He lunges with redoubled effort, and you back up into the banquet hall. His attacks drive past your defenses, and the difference in skill is made known. You are bruised and so bloodied that your sword arm is now a deep red. You swing, and the sword slips out of your hand.

Behind his visor, you can almost detect a sneer. Planting his spear in the center of the room, he rushes at you with his fists, and punches like a demon, each blow delivering a shock wave through your body.

The knight pants with effort, but finally, he throws you away.

Rolled 95

>>23366988
support roll

>>23367256
Hah!
Well, there we go.
An 80 should help us out there.

Rolled 98

>>23367260
he goes to the center of the room to grab his spear.

Snap.

A rope breaks, and you can spot the cause. The blade you lost earlier hit the rope keeping the chandelier up, but the rope didn't snap.

Until now.

The chandelier falls onto the black knight, pinning him under its weight.

The fight is over.

You pull your sword from the wall, and drop the point to his neck.

“Where is the princess?”

The black knight snarls.

“At the top of the tower, like they always are.”

You turn away, but he yells at you.

“what are you doing? Get over here and finish the job!”

It's your choice. What happens now?

Rolled 29

>>23367274
"My sword is blunt. I cannot."

>>23367274

"I only fight to protect myself. I only fight to survive. I never wished to fight, to kill, to destroy life..
Someone will soon be along to lop off your head, but it shall not be me."

Run up to save the princess.

Rolled 16

>>23367324

FUCKING THIS, ALL DAY!

Rolled 7

>>23367324
>>23367435
Fucking fuck. Support.

Rolled 90

>>23367324
Better roll?

Rolled 33

>>23367274
Screw evil dude, acquire princess.

Rolled 21

>>23367324

Supprting this too, long speeches are terrible in these situations.

>>23367498

Aww yeah.

Rolled 44

>>23367453
>>23367525
>>23367324

"My sword is blunt. I cannot."

With that, you leave the black knight to his fate, and head to the stairs.

It's a long walk to the top of the tower. Is she okay? Is she alright? These questions run through your mind with every step.

Up the tower you go, as battle rages below. It's all so distant, so far away. As long as she's safe, that's all that matters.

You walk up the stairs, and hear you allies break into the castle below.

You're almost there.

At long last, your feet reach the top of the stairs. Despite the wellspring of courage you found, you ask yourself.

What's beyond here? Is she safe?

You swallow once, and open the door.

You see the princess turn from the window, and face you.

She's safe.

Then she rushes at you, and you catch her in your arms.

You grasp her tightly, holding her close.

“You came...just like I hoped you would.” she says, as the tears run from her eyes.

“Of course. It is my duty.”

She looks at you, and smiles as her tears stop.

“That's why I chose you, my knight.”

You hold her close, then pick her up. Together, the two of you descend down the staircase.

Rolled 26

Peace has been made.

The kingdom has been saved.

And you have saved the princess.

The army of sunlight departs from western lands, leaving them to their own fate. They western army would return home, never to bother them again, an oath formed at the castle proper, between the Western general and the Dragonslayer. as the hands shook, the sword in your hand turned to dust, and was blown away to the east.

You ride home, and at the castle, you are greeted by a festivals and cheer, as all await the princess's homecoming. She cries tears at the sight of her people, and waves as she clings to your arm.

At the end, the two of you sit in her garden, watching the flowers.

“It's all over, isn't it?” She says, watching the petals dance.

You don't know what to say, so you simply reply, “yes.”

“It was like a dream, Sir Robin, when that knight abducted me, and I was placed in that tower. Then you came with your glowing steed, and saved me from a fate most terrible, even slaying a dragon that got in your way.”

“it was wonderful. You were wonderful, just like those heroes in the stories I've read.”

You see her look down at the ground, and start aimlessly drawing out a pattern with her foot.

“If this is all a dream, it'll end very soon. Even if it isn't...she turns, and looks at you with her eyes, both pleading and dreaming.

“Stay with me, Sir Robin, to the very end.”

Well, Sir Robin?

Rolled 97

>>23367796

"Yes."
We appealed to the motherfucking SUN for her..

I think our Sir Robin has the right to be with her.

>>23367848

Well done.

>>23367888

Why, Thank you kind sir.

Rolled 3

>>23367848
>>23367888
"Yes."

You utter your promise and hold her tight.

The sun shines overhead in pride, and that moment seems to last forever.

Then a scream pierces the air.

“Dragon!”

Oh no.

You rush towards the battlements, heading through the chaos as the ballistas and catapults are readied.

You can see it on the horizon.

A dragon, headed towards the castle, breathing black flame.

“where are you, Sir Robin? The moon has granted my wish to face you to the death! Face me, and I leave this kingdom in peace, or not at all! Refuse, and this town and its people will be torn to shreds! I await outside the town for your answer by sunset!”

As you turn to move, you feel the princess grab you tightly from behind.

“You promised to stay with me, Sir Robin! A knight would never break his promise. Please....”

She bursts into tears, crying into your surcoat

“Please don't go.”

A familiar feeling comes over you, one you have not felt in a while.

Cowardice.

How can you fight, knowing that you may leave a broken heart behind?

How can you flee, knowing that a town will be killed?

The choice is yours to make, and yours alone.

What will you do, Sir Robin?

>>23367888

Why, Thank you kind sir.
Did you enjoy this adventure? I as sure as hell did..

Rolled 74

>>23368007

Oh damn.. You, sir, are a cunning OP..

Appeal to the Sun!

Ask for the Sun to fulfill it's promise to you!

We were promised to never have to fight again.. And this Dragon is threatening to rip that apart.

Because, we all know the Sun is greater than the moon..

> inb4 God fight

Rolled 15

>>23367796
Trip and fall into her.

On accident, of course.

>>23368084

I have to agree, we said no more fighting.

Rolled 1

>>23368007
Try to not fight. As hard as you can Sir Robin.

>>23368315

That is the worst roll I have ever seen for such an important decision...

Fucking hilarious, that

Rolled 61

>>23368084
You plead to the Sun, asking why, why must you fight, all over.

THE FIGHT HAS NOT YET ENDED.

But the sword disappeared. You reply.

BECAUSE YOU DID NOT NEED IT ANY LONGER.

What about this dragon?

YOU HAVE YOUR OWN SWORD BACK, DO YOU NOT? USE IT.

You pause. The sun is right.

TODAY, DECIDE YOUR FUTURE WITH YOUR OWN ACTIONS.

You snap back to reality.

The dragon is flying above the fields, and you have yet to make a choice.

What shall it be?

Rolled 25

>>23368315
>>23368388

GM...

Lets go with this, right here.

IDC if it's early.. do it.

It is one of the funniest rolls I have ever seen.

Oh, and before we go..

Kiss that princess!

Rolled 8

>>23368388
Obviously, we run away.

If the dragon happens to follow, well, we will deal with it then.

Rolled 33

>>23368447
we fight. We will defeat our cowardice, once and for all.

Rolled 74

>>23368447
>>23368465
Someone act as tiebreaker between these two. the number is not important, only the people behind each vote.

Rolled 66

>>23368560
Sorry, I forgot my trip.

>>23368465
We have to fight, if we dont odds are the princess will get dragged into this as well.

Rolled 56

>>23368465
We will practice our bravery away from the fortress, and the stabbing implements, and the dragons.

I'm sure the dragon will leave them alone. Trust me, broseidon.

>>23368608
>>23368603
Really?
Now this is just ridicilous.

Rolled 95

>>23368603
Dude, sure the dragon wants us, but it is totally a jerkface. I can totally tell he's just going to attack the castle anyways. If we mosy on to where it is less dangerous for us, it tends to be less dangerous for anyone we care about.

Trust me bro, I'm an expert in this field.

Rolled 70

>>23368315

I still vote we go with this roll..

We shall try not to fight. As hard as we can.

With the roll of 1.

Rolled 51

>>23368315
>>23368710
>>23368603
You kiss the princess, leaving her stunned. You take that moment to rush away.

It feels like only yesterday, you embarked on this journey. Yesterday, you were a coward. Yesterday, you dreaded a fight.

Today, it all has changed.

You grab your sword from where it hangs on the wall, and the shield of your family.

You put on your armor and surcoat, still damp from where she cried.

You slide on the helm, and buckle the weapons on.

You descend to the stables, and mount your horse for what may be the very last time.

The castle gates open, and you ride to the field, where the last chapter of your fate awaits.

The fields are a lush green, and the blue sky up above is clear.

Then a shadow descends and a beastly dragon lands.

“So good of you to come, Robin! Now I shall rip you apart like the bird you are!” it snarls, spittle and bits of smoke flying out.

You only response is to wheel around, and book it to the west.

As your horse runs, you can feel the dragon behind you, closing in.

You spur your horse on, until finally, you come the castle where you saw this knight last. It is empty, and silent. A single spear is thrust into the ground of the castle courtyard, and there you finally stop your horse, as the dragon lands, blocking your exit out.

"A fitting place for your death, Sir Robin. Here I shall bury you with the rest, and destroy your precious kingdom!"

You do not speak. You simply slap the helm of your visor down, and ready your blunt sword.

Today is either the yesterday of the next, or the last.

But no matter what it is, it will have been worth living for.

You charge at the foul beast, sword in hand.

Your intention is to not fight.

Your intention is to win.

Rolled 52

>>23368890
At the castle, a princess weeps for her lost love.

A knock sounds at the door.

“G-Go away.” She blubbers between her tears.

The knock sounds once more, a bit more forcefully.

The princess attempts to wipe away her tears, and opens the door.

It is her knight, bold and brave. Her knight, tried and true.

Her knight, alive.

As he drops into her arms, she cries wordlessly. There is nothing to be said.

Now, at long last, the fight has ended.

As the day ends, tomorrow begins.

It is the day of your wedding ceremony. As you stare at your bride, she stares back, the two of you grinning in happiness.

The priest asks the final question.

You know the answer.

What do you say?

Rolled 54

>>23368917

"Yes. Always and forever."

>>23369003
She smiles, and Sir Robin and the princess kiss, becoming husband and wife.

And they live happily ever after.

This concludes the Tale of the Cowardly Knight.

Good night, ladies and gentlemen, and thank you very much for listening.

Sir, your writing was glorious. Will you be doing others in the future??

The funniest part was the Catapult scene: The most emotional was the Crying to the Sun scene..

Thank you for using that, btw.. It was amazing.

Great show, stayed up the entire night for this one. Will you be doing another one any time soon?

>>23369149
I might. if you ever see the tripcode attached to a different name, it's most likely me running another game.

Thank you for your compliments, by the way, but it's all you players who helped make this story what it was. I just helped here and there.

anyone else have any/moe questions?

>>23369185
Maybe one next weekend. Of course it may change, so don't hold me to it. You can identify me by the tripcode attached to my name.

>>23369196

What was your favorite part of this entire adventure?

Archived at;
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/23360620/

for reread, and voting on for your pleasure.

>>23369248
It probably was writing all the fight scenes and sir robin's interactions with the princess.

>>23369333

I like how he just became "Sir Robin" as the story progressed. That pesky Chamblin was dropped rather quickly.

It was a glorious ride, friend! With much laughter and such..

Sir Robin shall always have a place in my heart as one of the best heros of all time.

Oh..

What happened to the black knight?

And how DID the dragon die?

>>23369380
It's a little bit fun if the death is left up to your imagination. and the dragon was the black knight.

Perhaps is was too subtle about that.

>>23369404

I as sure as hell didn't get it! But nice connection.

Well, Damn good story mate! Hopefully I'll see ya soon..

I may or may not run under this name.. But if I do, it'll... obviously.. be me.

Anyway, goodnight mate!

>>23369498
good night to you too. well, leaving this thread, but might come back in a while and answer any last questions.

Hey OP, I realize you probably are not still here, but I wanted to let out my peace.

I was in on the quest from the beginning, though I had to go to my Black Crusade meeting halfway through and just now read how it ended. I was the guy writing a lot of direct quoted dialogue. Really enjoyed it from my part. Your write well and the way in which you account for multiple posts affecting an outcome, even just cosmetically, was a very nice and engaging touch.

I will be looking out for you in the future, I hope you have many more great concepts like this one in your head.

Rolled 32

>>23369404
I got it... I picture a blunt sword sticking out of its eye, something like that.
Accidentally, of course.

>>23370897
>>23371473
still here. thank you very much, the both of you.