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<blockquote data-quote="Deuce Traveler" data-source="post: 6011741" data-attributes="member: 34958"><p>Diego smiles a good-natured, but mischievous manner. He stands, bows to the dancer, then looks to the lords and lady as he starts his tale. <span style="color: teal">"I have a mostly true tale. There was this time that I was squire to a well intentioned, but near sighted old knight. He was also a bit eccentric and set in his ways, and he swore that in his younger years he and his fellow band would ride the countryside of my home seeking giants to slay. Though no one would substantiate this claim, I suppose if he were to be believed, they had a bit of a giant problem back then."</span> Diego spins his tale further, talking of his travels with the old knight and some other squires and their fruitless search. He highlights the horrible weather and terrible camp life as equipment steadily worsened as did everyone's health during these travails. Diego also mentions the skeptical community of people that they met and their mockery of the old knight and his suffering squires. <span style="color: teal">"So finally even the old man is ready to call it quits, though he insists on going out on patrol for one more day near some open farmlands. The weather mercifully lets up and a gentle wind is blowing, so as you can imagine, all the local hands are out to work the land. On the other side of the field stands a large, ruined windmill sits innocently enough, its pock-marked arms spinning erratically in the breeze. Well, my well meaning but near sighted master sees this and starts spitting about it being a stone giant and how he'll protect the people from the beast. He spins his horse around and readies it for a charge, the old mare making a spectacle of stomping his hoof while the old knight lowers his visor and readies his silver lance."</span></p><p><span style="color: teal"></span></p><p><span style="color: teal">"We should have said something, or stopped him, but what could we have done? His yell was so sudden, his actions so crazy to us, and our condition so poor at this point that all we could do was stare open-mouthed as he galloped forth. The farm hands were quicker on the uptake, so they hooted and hollered in laughter as they pointed and watched the charge. It was the best comedy they had seen in quite awhile. After what seemed like an eternity, he closed the distance on the windmill, screeching like a dervish, and in site of the whole local populace he finally made contact with a jarring ripping of stone and metal. The lance went through the old ruined windmill and snapped somewhere inside of it, the old mare screamed and fell, the great knight was thrown and landed upon his back unmoving."</span></p><p></p><p>Diego stops telling his tale and moves to his glass of wine, savoring a taste. With a sigh he says, <span style="color: teal">"This is an excellent vintage I must say."</span> He notices the staring group of people and smirks. <span style="color: teal">"I'm sorry, you probably want me to finish my tale. The old knight was fine, but stunned. By the time we ran to him he was beginning to stand and dust himself off. Now that he was close to the windmill he could see it for what it was and apologized to us in embarrassment, though none of the locals heard him. The mare even survived. That ancient companion of his lived for another couple of years, no worse for wear. But the most incredible thing was the sight of blood seeping from out of the ruined windmill. It seems a hill giant had decided to hide its loot and sleep inside the long abandoned building the night before. If it had awoken, it would surely have terrorized the farmers, but it never did. The tip of my master's silver lance and gone through its sleeping eye and snapped as it entered the hill giant's brain. We were feted as heroes and the money from the horde made the small party of us quite well off. I suppose that sometimes it is not at all a bad idea to go tilting at windmills."</span> With another sip and a smile, Diego sits down.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Deuce Traveler, post: 6011741, member: 34958"] Diego smiles a good-natured, but mischievous manner. He stands, bows to the dancer, then looks to the lords and lady as he starts his tale. [color=teal]"I have a mostly true tale. There was this time that I was squire to a well intentioned, but near sighted old knight. He was also a bit eccentric and set in his ways, and he swore that in his younger years he and his fellow band would ride the countryside of my home seeking giants to slay. Though no one would substantiate this claim, I suppose if he were to be believed, they had a bit of a giant problem back then."[/color] Diego spins his tale further, talking of his travels with the old knight and some other squires and their fruitless search. He highlights the horrible weather and terrible camp life as equipment steadily worsened as did everyone's health during these travails. Diego also mentions the skeptical community of people that they met and their mockery of the old knight and his suffering squires. [color=teal]"So finally even the old man is ready to call it quits, though he insists on going out on patrol for one more day near some open farmlands. The weather mercifully lets up and a gentle wind is blowing, so as you can imagine, all the local hands are out to work the land. On the other side of the field stands a large, ruined windmill sits innocently enough, its pock-marked arms spinning erratically in the breeze. Well, my well meaning but near sighted master sees this and starts spitting about it being a stone giant and how he'll protect the people from the beast. He spins his horse around and readies it for a charge, the old mare making a spectacle of stomping his hoof while the old knight lowers his visor and readies his silver lance." "We should have said something, or stopped him, but what could we have done? His yell was so sudden, his actions so crazy to us, and our condition so poor at this point that all we could do was stare open-mouthed as he galloped forth. The farm hands were quicker on the uptake, so they hooted and hollered in laughter as they pointed and watched the charge. It was the best comedy they had seen in quite awhile. After what seemed like an eternity, he closed the distance on the windmill, screeching like a dervish, and in site of the whole local populace he finally made contact with a jarring ripping of stone and metal. The lance went through the old ruined windmill and snapped somewhere inside of it, the old mare screamed and fell, the great knight was thrown and landed upon his back unmoving."[/color] Diego stops telling his tale and moves to his glass of wine, savoring a taste. With a sigh he says, [color=teal]"This is an excellent vintage I must say."[/color] He notices the staring group of people and smirks. [color=teal]"I'm sorry, you probably want me to finish my tale. The old knight was fine, but stunned. By the time we ran to him he was beginning to stand and dust himself off. Now that he was close to the windmill he could see it for what it was and apologized to us in embarrassment, though none of the locals heard him. The mare even survived. That ancient companion of his lived for another couple of years, no worse for wear. But the most incredible thing was the sight of blood seeping from out of the ruined windmill. It seems a hill giant had decided to hide its loot and sleep inside the long abandoned building the night before. If it had awoken, it would surely have terrorized the farmers, but it never did. The tip of my master's silver lance and gone through its sleeping eye and snapped as it entered the hill giant's brain. We were feted as heroes and the money from the horde made the small party of us quite well off. I suppose that sometimes it is not at all a bad idea to go tilting at windmills."[/color] With another sip and a smile, Diego sits down. [/QUOTE]
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