Posts from Knights of Tezoth

I wonder if Morgana likes trains?

I think my next fight is against Lester's wife. Can I just kite her to victory?

I think my next fight is against Lester's wife. Can I just kite her to victory?

You mean shoot her from a distance? Well, if Sir Axel doesn't disdain such victories over women, then why not... Will you?

I think my next fight is against Lester's wife. Can I just kite her to victory?

You mean shoot her from a distance? Well, if Sir Axel doesn't disdain such victories over women, then why not... Will you?

Lol. Of course not. A win is a win. Let her learn to shoot a bow or throw pumpkins.

- Hmm. The scores turned out rather uninteresting. I'd like to add some spice, but I don't see how — the competition is very strong. Perhaps such contests aren't quite my thing. Oh well! Nothing to be done, I won't go against my conscience.

"Of hatred for the despicable vegetable now must I compose a sonnet..." — thought Ambrose, but despite his hatred of pumpkins and the grievance over his horse being beaten once again, he gallantly helped his opponent to her feet.
-- What a desperate spirit is hidden in such a fragile body! Behind a comely face, a most dangerous talent.

Round 4, battle 2.
Lord Axel von Himmel vs Lady Nelja Vesta

"What am I doing here on foot at this horse-pegasi-wyvern tournament?" — Lady Nelja Vesta probably thought as she was shot down by arrows for the second time in a battle whose length was known only to the Universe.

Lord Axel von Himmel wins.

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"Hmph.. A Real Man!" — thought one of the judge's friends.
"A hero!" — thought the judge's second friend.
As for the judge's face, as always, nothing could be read from it...

- Hmm. The ratings turned out rather uninteresting. I'd like to add some spice, but I don't see how — the competition is too strong. Perhaps such contests aren't quite my thing. Oh well! Nothing to be done, I won't go against my conscience.

- If your heart wishes to drown in a sea of love, that is a reasonable approach, my lord, yet in the search for true love it will not serve you as a friend, for every man and woman yearns to hold a special place in the mind of their one exceptional admirer.

- I cannot vote here. - The dialogue between Lord Teneressa and the participant is cut short by an arrow flying from the lips of Aldelion Grimm. - There is no place for the weaker sex in this matter. And why are women considered the fair sex? Look at lions — males have a magnificent mane, and what do females have? Male gorillas are mighty, radiating stateliness by their very appearance; females beside them are practically a different species. Male peacocks and butterflies are splendid in the span of their wings and variety of colors, while females are most often monotonous boredom. Men are taller, stronger, with more luxurious hair and defined facial bones. Unlike women, they need no concealing makeup or flashy, sexualizing clothing — they are magnificent in their natural state, and for that, one need only avoid sitting on the couch all day.

Somewhere else in the hall, Adalard presses a palm to his face.

"What am I doing here on foot at this horse-pegasus-wyvern tournament?" — Milady Nelia Vesta probably thought as she was shot with arrows for the second time in a battle whose length is known only to the Universe.

- If your heart wishes to drown in a sea of love, that is a reasonable approach, my lord, yet in the search for true love it will not serve you as a friend, for every man and woman yearns to occupy a special place in the mind of their one exceptional admirer.

Round 4. Battle 2.
Lord Axel von Himmel vs. Lady Nelja Vesta

"What am I doing here on foot at this horse-pegasus-wyvern tournament?" — Lady Nelja Vesta probably thought as she was shot down by arrows for the second time in a battle that lasted who knows how long.

Lord Axel von Himmel wins.

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"Well... What a real man!" — thought one of the judge's girlfriends.
"A hero!" — thought the second one.
As for the judge himself, his face, as always, betrayed nothing...

Axel helps the girl to her feet.

-- Thank you for the battle, Lady Nelja. As compensation for such a dull fight, I would like to share some information with you, if you don't mind?

- My ears are ready for your words, my lord. - Nelja replied as she stood up.

Having familiarized himself with the work of the Knight of the Wind, the Knight of Serene Bliss allowed himself to ask Stefania a couple of questions.

- Pray tell me, if it is not too much trouble, milady, how would you have acted in Renavan the Pious's place on the day of his meeting with the mistress of the north, and how do you view the final act of his life?

— Not at all, — Stefania smiled. — I hold the person of Renovan the Pious in high regard, primarily with respect to his theological inquiries and the fact that in the end he attained eternal life not in a physical but in a spiritual sense, through his literary works. Nevertheless, had I dared to undertake a northern expedition, I would most likely have tried to count not on the secret of eternal beauty and youth, but on some mutually beneficial cooperation for Tezoth. That said, I doubt I would have managed to achieve greater results than that wise ruler of the past. After all, Elvielfiria is not known for a great and warm love of humankind. To her, we are more akin to wild cattle.

After a brief pause, the young woman continued answering the knight's questions:

— As for the end of Renovan the Pious's path... If one views it as a double suicide, there is something romantic about it. Feeling that he would never attain his desired goal, he leaves the stage while still fairly young and in the prime of his life, in the embrace of his mistress. On the other hand, I must remind you that after he plunged into the river, no one ever saw him again. What evidence is there that his life ended precisely at that moment? What if it was the very weight of ruling the realm that was the burden preventing Renovan the Pious from living a better life? If one looks at the situation from that angle, it is entirely possible that he not only survived back then, but may be wandering this world to this very day in the guise of a completely different person. Of course, I dare not make bold claims. It is merely an unsubstantiated theory that crossed my mind.