And so sir Quaksalot bravely rode off into certain uncertainty. For he knew trouble was afoot. Trouble that needed stirring into existence. Trouble that needed to exist to stand against an even greater and more perilous trouble.
Though he was only 5 inches tall, he gathered all his courage and stacked it to the heavens. “If I stab enough ankles and have my trusty steed honk enough ears, perhaps a path forward clears, to victory we can ride toghether, me and my trusty steed.” Sir Quaksalot said to himself.
Traitors are still among us, they must be put up to show. We shall stab and honk until they all know.
(This is a story about you wonderful people calling your elected officials, be blessed by the lady of the lake, sir/lady knights).
why are they holding the shield like that? looks weird
slop perhaps?
Likely, thats also a very odd way to hold a spear by the very end of it. The shield could be hanging from the back as there are a few straps across the torso. But still quite odd indeed.
Ackshually, they rode horses, not geese
This might be the only mount with a honk.
