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This is a bit of an old piece I drew and wrote some time ago. I figured it was time to have it out here since it's been a while.

It also serves as the first goody in my patreon page (www.patreon.com/MaLAguA ) where I have all the pieces up there already, but only supporters can see them now.

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Lunt was a small town carrying a peaceful existence. While other towns in the realm were facing dangers like bandits and beasts, Lunt was founded at the side of a mountain and, soon after, enveloped by a wooden palisade that defended against everything. Should a danger loom from the edge of the forest, the town would just close the main and only gate and await until the king’s patrolling knights would chase the danger off.

With that line of defense, many thought there was no need for any form of special defense. And that made Gerald Orr the freeloader of the town.

Coming from a family of servants and stable hands, Gerald had an admiration for the errant knights of the king. As a kid, he grew up hearing the stories and seeing them travel by town, with their well groomed horses (most of which he had the chance to groom himself), shiny armor and ornate longswords. Against his dad’s wishes but at his mother’s encouragement, he saved coin and bought a sword and shield set from the local blacksmith, along with a basic metal armor that would make him stand out.

He became an errant knight. Self trained in the ways of the sword and shield, but with rather limited experience in an actual fight. He let his beard and mustache grow in to give himself a rugged seasoned look, to hide the fact that he wasn’t even past his mid twenties and that he was poorer than any peasant.

In Lunt, there was no need for someone to wield steel. No monsters to kill and no bandits to chase off. All that was left was for him to do odd jobs to make ends meet. These included finding lost sheep, helping around chopping wood and, if desperate, working the fields. Not very knightly activities.

At many points, though, Gerald considered trying to join the kings knights. The idea of traveling around the country and spreading the order of the king felt like a dream come true. But he called it a “big step” so, as such, he decided to wait until the time was ripe and ideal. And as such, he waited and waited. The king’s men passed and left, but Gerald had yet to join them.

It wasn’t long before the townspeople, who knew his intention, began to notice. And thus the tavern tale of Coward Gerald was born.

Description

This is a bit of an old piece I drew and wrote some time ago. I figured it was time to have it out here since it's been a while.

It also serves as the first goody in my patreon page (www.patreon.com/MaLAguA ) where I have all the pieces up there already, but only supporters can see them now.

Next --- malagua.deviantart.com/art/The…

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Lunt was a small town carrying a peaceful existence. While other towns in the realm were facing dangers like bandits and beasts, Lunt was founded at the side of a mountain and, soon after, enveloped by a wooden palisade that defended against everything. Should a danger loom from the edge of the forest, the town would just close the main and only gate and await until the king’s patrolling knights would chase the danger off.

With that line of defense, many thought there was no need for any form of special defense. And that made Gerald Orr the freeloader of the town.

Coming from a family of servants and stable hands, Gerald had an admiration for the errant knights of the king. As a kid, he grew up hearing the stories and seeing them travel by town, with their well groomed horses (most of which he had the chance to groom himself), shiny armor and ornate longswords. Against his dad’s wishes but at his mother’s encouragement, he saved coin and bought a sword and shield set from the local blacksmith, along with a basic metal armor that would make him stand out.

He became an errant knight. Self trained in the ways of the sword and shield, but with rather limited experience in an actual fight. He let his beard and mustache grow in to give himself a rugged seasoned look, to hide the fact that he wasn’t even past his mid twenties and that he was poorer than any peasant.

In Lunt, there was no need for someone to wield steel. No monsters to kill and no bandits to chase off. All that was left was for him to do odd jobs to make ends meet. These included finding lost sheep, helping around chopping wood and, if desperate, working the fields. Not very knightly activities.

At many points, though, Gerald considered trying to join the kings knights. The idea of traveling around the country and spreading the order of the king felt like a dream come true. But he called it a “big step” so, as such, he decided to wait until the time was ripe and ideal. And as such, he waited and waited. The king’s men passed and left, but Gerald had yet to join them.

It wasn’t long before the townspeople, who knew his intention, began to notice. And thus the tavern tale of Coward Gerald was born.