Knight Quests

~ A Thankless Job ~ Prompt: Show your pouflon helping to care for the nursery's baby pouflons. It had been some hours since Ryzel had been tasked with this so-called ‘assignment’ -- and, quite honestly, he was beginning to believe that it was merely a thinly-veiled excuse for the less-than-diligent palace guards to take a coffee break while some rookie kept an eye on the all-impor...

~ A Moment to Breathe ~ Prompt: Show your pouflon patrolling on their own either around the Obrille Knight Academy or around the entrances to the mines in Obrille. The sun had long since set as the dark blue pouflon sighed, filling his lungs with a fresh breath of crisp, cool air. He was on a lone patrol tonight; whilst the other pouflons were huddled up in blankets, snoozing...

~ Royal Pain ~ Prompt: Show your pouflon interacting with the princess Fiorel at Nouvel's request. Upon the request of Queen Nouvel, Ryzel had been assigned perhaps the most peculiar job he’d yet received -- that is, having a bit of a ‘playdate’ with princess Fiorel, as the Queen herself would call it. In all seriousness, such a term wasn’t very fitting; by this point...

“First time eh?” A fellow knight had started speaking to Teagan, even going so far as to nudge the apprentice knight who seemed a little lost in his thoughts. “Oh! Yes! This is my first real assignment, actually.” The apprentice knight replied, before gesturing slightly at the medal that he now kept pinned to a strap of his armor. “Admittedly though,” he mused slightly, “Being a bouncer isn’t… what I h...

Well, at least he was getting somewhere. A lot of hard work, long patrols, and tired nights later and the knucklehead that first arrived at Obrille was finally starting to prove his worth as a knight. Teagan had felt like nothing more than a chore boy to the higher-ups initially- go clean this, go chase down pippets on a farm, help a seller haul some fruit, and any number of seemingly mundane tasks had been assigned to ...

So far, Teagan was cautious. The would-be knight had stayed on the heels of the thieving shadow that ducked its way in and out of Obrille’s shadowy corners. And, for now, it seemed the long-eared pouflon had not been caught following despite keeping the thief in their sights. Part of him knew he should go and collect one of his superiors; he was still in training after all. But another part of him didn’t want to los...