Sir Graham of Daventry

After a bit of exploring and asking around, Graham had discovered a rumor about that well back behind the town and some strange sounds and activities. It definitely seemed to be enough to check out, and, once he'd used a helpful tool from Amaya to clear the way, he discovered he wasn't the only Knight Hopeful who had the same idea. The strong silent archer from a far-away land, the one known only as the word he repeated often when addressed, Achaka, was there at the well when Graham arrived, preparing to decend into it.

It caused him, for a moment, to pause, uncertain. Should he find another path? Where else would he find a hideous beast eye? The dark forest, where the snarling snarlaxes were said to dwell? The dark caverns east of town? What if there were several hideous beasts down below that well? Perhaps they could help each other? Graham was already here. No turning back! And as Amaya would say, fortune did favor the bold, right?

Right! Graham hurried forward and Achaka, for his part, lifted a hand and wiggled his fingers at Graham in a wave as he slowly lowered himself down the rope to descend into the well. He would be a few steps behind, but he was really hoping there would be a beast down there, especially if Achaka was already headed that way, and he wanted the sort of eye that would really impress everyone.

( The Dueling Archers - CW for NPC death )

Safe now, outside the cave, Graham just sat there, trying to catch his breath, staring at the opening from which he'd just emerged. Realizing that he hadn't gone in there alone, but he had, undeniably, emerged entirely solo. And then all hopes of catching his breath were lost as he tears started to fall, and the tears turned into sobs, and the sobs turned into the anger and the pain of the harsh reality of what had just occured. He reached up to snatch the adventure's cap from his head, scrambled to his feet, and threw it down, the emotions rolling through him almost impossible to contain, and feeling as though his entire perspective, his entire world, has completely and irrevocably changed forever.

[[ NFB, NFI, OOC welcome, we'll continue things in the post proper; heavily lifted from a good portion of King's Quest: A Knight to Remember ]]

It was a beautiful, gorgeous day in Daventry. Birds were chirping, the sun was shining, there was a touch of a breeze blowing through the thick canopy of trees that spread over the lush land, while adorable critters frollicked and played. It was just the sort of day to usher in the beginning of a great and exciting Tournament of Knights! The Daventry Inn was ready to open its doors to visitors from far and wide, competitors and spectators alike! Come one, come all, for the time had come, for the Tournament to begin.

Settled among majestic mountains and thick, mysterious woods, the Kingdom of Daventry called for the bold, the brave, and the wise, under the watchful eye of its impressive castle. The bridges over its many roaring rivers might be out, making journeying too far beyond the village and the castle grounds a bit difficult, but the call of adventure was in the air, and, in a few short days, there would be a new knight amongst their ranks. Who would find themselves with this new prestigious title? Only time would tell!

[[ it's time, it's time! Come one, come all (especially if you've gotten an invitation, but even then, the portal is very open! Day one of the tournament! NFB for distance, OCD is up! Today is mostly a lot of "interact with the NPCs and each other" day, with the exception of when I get the chance to post plot-related things later in the day. Huzzah! ]]