Cometh all and hark to this tale of chivalry and val'r, and most of all, friendship in trying times...
Once upon a weary midnight, much like anyother cold nigh on the lands of Vebastonne, a cry was heard from a wailing peasent maiden, who was so freightened that she ran without naught but her hair on her body. When peasent men at arms came to investigate the commotion, the wailing maiden did describe a terrible sight, and showed the men at arms to the body of a peasent man, about 80 winters of age, whos skin had been melted off in a puddle. The maiden described to the guards a terrible sight of a beast with the head of a dragon, and the body of a snake, with the only reason she had been able to escape seemingly because the beast was repulsed by her naked boosom, and did seem much opposed to seeing her in such a state.
In the late morning, the lord of the castle, one Lord Giron, would hear of such a beast and ask of his assembled knights who would take such a quest. However, many a knight was unconvinced that this beast was worth the trouble, saying that such a monster sounds like a local hunter could deal with the pest swiftly and justly. In arrives Sir Pheth to this tale, for he was still but a young knight, only recently having gone through the Rite of Knighting. So new to the duties of a knight, that his healdry had yet to be makred with any symbols. He would step fourth and offer his services to this quest, and the lord did indeed let him go on this quest, telling him "Thou shan't return to mine vigiliant castle, until thou have done good on this quest." With that, Sir Pheth would ride out with lance and blade, and set fourth to the direction the maiden did say she saw the beast slither too.
While traveling through the forest that did border the Great Dale Woods to Vebastonne, Pheth would come across a wolf of predigious size, seemingly starving and wasting away under a rock. Though the beast was hardly worth a knights time, Sir Pheth would feel sorrow for the pitiful sight, and did leave food for the wolf, before conitnuing his journey. Later in the journey he would encounter a collection of goblin warriors, harrying an wood elf maiden, poking and proding with their spear points. The goblins were confident, but did know much fear when Sir Pheth rode with lance couched as he began to attack the goblins. Though this fight was happening away from his prey, Sir Pheth did feel much responisble to defend this maiden, even if she was not of Vestoni stock. After the last of the horde of goblins had been slain, the maiden would offer unto him a rose to attach to his chestpiece, a token of her appreciation, and a kiss on the cheek. Sir Pheth would accept these gifts, and then continue upon his journey to find the beast. The final obstacle he encountered was a sickly elf, whos skin seemed to be rotting from his cheek with much disguting vigour. He would plead the man for but a single health potion, and though Sir Pheth would need the potion in his fight, he would give it willingly and watched as the elf was cured of his ailment. The elf did reward him with information on the beast that he sought, which was revealed to be the dreaded Guivre. This beast was thought to be the stuff of legend to the Vestoni, but the elf wiseman revealed that many more of its kind exsit yet still. Thanking the man for his wisdom, Sir Pheth did part ways and ride to his prey.
Sir Pheth would come upon the beast feasting on an unlucky woodsman, its venomus breath having begun boiling the bodies very skin, before Sir Pheth would charge fourth with lance and courage to the creature. The fighting would be harsh, as the beast did pose much of a challenge with its serpant body and tusks and fangs, but Sir Pheth would find that his patienece and kindness of earlier did reward him well. The token of the elven maiden's appreciation did keep his mind from faltering, as the rose would seemingly pulse and defend his body should the beast get past his guard. Finally, the kiss upon Sir Pheth's cheek seemed to render him immune to the effects of the venomus breath, and as the fighting would drag on, the great wolf from before would suddenly arrive, fully healed and begining to attack the Guivre. Using this distraction as the beast opened its guard, Sir Pheth drove fourth his lance in the weakspot mentioned by the wiseman, and did slay the beast with one thrust of blade. With the beast slain, the wold seemed to be much attatched to Sir Pheth, as he brought both wolf and beast with him back home. Lord Giron was much impressed by the deed, and would honor Sir Pheth by personally commisoning the likeness of the Guivre emblazoned on Sir Pheths healdry. Sir Pheth would retire from the day, as the elven maiden would arrive nearby the castle to offer Sir Pheth companionship for a day as thanks for his duty.
It is said to this day fine listeners, that the Knight and the Wolf still patrol the forests to this day, and it is for this reason that many knights near the border to the Wood Elven kingdom take on a wolf in their healdry to honor the tale of Sir Pheth and his howling companion...
