Nasty stuff, I particularly like how it;s non lethal yet of a serious nuisance.
on a side note, other places on the human body are also of similar moist wet conditions as the mouth, so a surprised adventurer could well find this growing in unexpected places after a trek through some. (Between the toes or the groin area, which would be extremely unpleasant for females.) Go to Comment
Sir Ganway of Kalidhorn, The Shield of Blooded Fields
After the king announced the appointement of Sir Ganway as the Ciceron of his only daughter, there has been some consternation at the court. Yes, it is a gallant knight well-versed in etiquette and proper behaviour, skilled with the sword or fist. And yes, he demonstrated some devotion to the Church and many believe his piousness to be true... but, well, isn't this all of a rather recent date? Sir Ganway, barely over thirty, was known for liking the female folk more than a bit. He has married, and has two young children, but always found the time for another party.
Then came the wound. Hit by a spear in full gallop, he was badly wounded and attacked by footsoldiers, barely escaping death while saved by other knights. After a long period of healing has the man changed. He is now more serious, and less noisy than before. Still, what if he should recover? Will putting a 13-year old maiden growing into beauty do any good?
The rumours are out of control, and there is always at least one suspicion circulating the court. Truth is, the noble knight is now impotent, the fact known to the king and very few other people. Should it ever become public, Sir Ganway would be considered more than fitting for the position of the Ciceron... and laughed at behind his back by everyone. For now, the situation suits the king well, as it leaves him free hands for some shadowy actions, the gallant knight drawing all attention to himself. Go to Comment
Sir Baltus of Felenmour
Having served King Hesion in two seperate wars as well as carrying the favor of the queen in three seperate Tournament's of the Lance, Sir Baltus is considered to be a paragon of knighthood. Know in his sixties, the doughty man doesnt travel so well in the saddle and he is troubled by pains of the joints and rare bouts of rheumatism. With the idea of riding into the jaws of war looking less than appealing, Baltus entered himself as an applicant as Ciceron to the up and coming Lady Liandryn D'Hesion, currently 7 years old.
As a competent swordsman and veteran of many battles few are concerned for the safety of the Princess should she be placed in his care. His standing with the church is impeccable and his two sons and three daughters have proven themselves to be a good moral fibre. There is some concern as Sir Baltus does smoke a pipe heavily, and outside of folling tourny news, his only interests are in the plays of the playwights Hellebore and Heliotrope. Go to Comment
Hmm. I like the idea of a Ciceron: a warrior of proven reliability and piety whose only job is to protect and teach the princess. However, I just thought of something. Think about this: the kingdom is in peril. A great war has started with lands to the North, and most of the King's knights are desperately trying to hold down the border. With all of his veteran soldiers currently busy trying to keep the realm in oone piece, this mighty ruler is at a loss as to who to appoint as his 16-year-old daughter's Ciceron. Just that night, though, his prayers are answered in fire and blood. As the moon began to rise, a strange object darted down from the skies and smashed straight into the very tower that the Royal Dining Hall was located, just as it filled up for a feast! As nobles scattered in panic, the strange object opened, revealing a humanoid figure wreathed in strange armor (note: I've been playing Halo lately, so it's sort of stuck in my brain, and I'm making this dude a SPARTAN- not the Master Chief kind, but the later generations of SPARTANs). Before any of the assembled can even reach this figure, he suddenly snaps awake, climbs out of his transport, and goes to a small rack of strange tools nearby. Selecting a few of them and attaching them to his armor, he trots over to the king, detaches his helmet, and reveals a young but terribly war-scarred face. He salutes, crisply barking out (with a fairly strong British accent), "Leftenant First Class Richard Macavoy, Third SPARTAN Reconaissance. What is this place?" After a brief conversation, the already-flustered king decides that this young bugger needs to be taught a lesson, and orders the assembled guards to cut him down. With his bare hands, the stranger quickly incapacitates all of his men. Just as he is about to call for men, an enemy warband that snuck past the sentries sneaks into the castle and takes the princess hostage at the top of the citadel. Acting without any coercion, the lieutenant scales the tower and slays the attackers with his strange weapons, saving the princess. Thus, the king makes what would later be hailed as a monolithicly brilliantly decision: he votes in the newcomer as his daughter's Ciceron. Although it's a controversial move, it's balanced by the fact that this man has proven himself as an excellent warrior by any standards, and that he seems to have no intimate interest in the princess at all. And, when you consider how difficult the war's been, knowing that such a fine soldier is guarding their princess could revitalize the fighting men at the front. Go to Comment