Graham frowned as he looked around, the trees around him only seeming to get denser and thicker, as he pulled Triumph to a halt. "I hate to say it, Triumph," he said with a frown, "but I think we might be lost. It's okay, though! At least the tournament doesn't start until tomorrow, so we've got plenty of time. I was just hoping to get there to see everyone, you know, make sure they're getting settled, maybe have enough time to go see the Fantastical Floating Island? Let me just take a moment to check the map."
Reaching into his cloak to root around for his map, Graham slipped off of Triumph...
...and straight into open air. Not realizing just how close to the cliff's edge he was, he immediately went tumbling down the steep mountainside, head over heels, again and again and again, bouncing off of rocks, scrambling through bushes, narrowly missing tree-trunk and scattering wildlife...except at least one time where the tree definitely got in his way, and, stunned by the impact, he fell to the side and continued tumbling again until, finally, he landed roughly on his bottom, blinked a little from the whole ordeal, and held out his hand to catch his cap as it came tumbling down. Fitting it back onto his head, he sighed, picked himself up, and looked up forlornly from where Triumph squeaked far above.
Then trotted confidently into the woods, and Graham sighed again, shaking his head. Triumph would stay the path up there, but there was no way he was getting back up to Triumph! "Well, then," he said to himself, "guess I'll take the low road..."
With that, he set off, guided by a sign that helpfully pointed the way, just a few more miles to the East. And as he started down the path, something caught his attention. It sounded like....marching? With a renewed sense of dread he couldn't quite explain rising up inside of him, Graham rushed forward, to where there was a ledge where a bridge seemed like it might have gone, and, across the river, he saw it. A procession. A promenade. A....PARADE?
"Hey!" Graham shouted from the other side of the river, bouncing up and down and waving his arms to get their attention. "Over here!"
But it was to no avail. The knights and their mounts kept marching forward, flanked by Daventry Guard, leaving him behind. "I could have sworn the Parade of Hopeful Knights was scheduled for the next day!" he opined. He should have been with them! Marching with Triumph!
It seemed his first few minutes in Daventry were off to a terrible start!
He started back down the road, deep in thought, then he heard his phone buzzing at him and, momentarily distracted, pulled it out to have a look.
"Oh! It's Arden!"
He frowned as he read it, sighed, and quickly typed out a response.
I know! I just saw it a bit ago! I've run into some trouble and I'm stuck on the other side of the river but I hope to figure something out soon!!
Did you get to see it too, then? The parade? I'm so upset I missed it! It wasn't supposed to be until tomorrow!!
Re: The Parade of Hopeful Knights! - ToK, Day 1 - 05/06.
Reaching into his cloak to root around for his map, Graham slipped off of Triumph...
...and straight into open air. Not realizing just how close to the cliff's edge he was, he immediately went tumbling down the steep mountainside, head over heels, again and again and again, bouncing off of rocks, scrambling through bushes, narrowly missing tree-trunk and scattering wildlife...except at least one time where the tree definitely got in his way, and, stunned by the impact, he fell to the side and continued tumbling again until, finally, he landed roughly on his bottom, blinked a little from the whole ordeal, and held out his hand to catch his cap as it came tumbling down. Fitting it back onto his head, he sighed, picked himself up, and looked up forlornly from where Triumph squeaked far above.
Then trotted confidently into the woods, and Graham sighed again, shaking his head. Triumph would stay the path up there, but there was no way he was getting back up to Triumph! "Well, then," he said to himself, "guess I'll take the low road..."
With that, he set off, guided by a sign that helpfully pointed the way, just a few more miles to the East. And as he started down the path, something caught his attention. It sounded like....marching? With a renewed sense of dread he couldn't quite explain rising up inside of him, Graham rushed forward, to where there was a ledge where a bridge seemed like it might have gone, and, across the river, he saw it. A procession. A promenade. A....PARADE?
"Hey!" Graham shouted from the other side of the river, bouncing up and down and waving his arms to get their attention. "Over here!"
But it was to no avail. The knights and their mounts kept marching forward, flanked by Daventry Guard, leaving him behind. "I could have sworn the Parade of Hopeful Knights was scheduled for the next day!" he opined. He should have been with them! Marching with Triumph!
It seemed his first few minutes in Daventry were off to a terrible start!
He started back down the road, deep in thought, then he heard his phone buzzing at him and, momentarily distracted, pulled it out to have a look.
"Oh! It's Arden!"
He frowned as he read it, sighed, and quickly typed out a response.
I know! I just saw it a bit ago! I've run into some trouble and I'm stuck on the other side of the river but I hope to figure something out soon!!
Did you get to see it too, then? The parade? I'm so upset I missed it! It wasn't supposed to be until tomorrow!!