Sir Yokel Gifts His Lance to a Troll

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  • name Sir Yokel Gifts His Lance to a Troll
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  • rarity Epic - Story Mode
  • order Order of the Backwards Plume
  • kingdom Kingdom of Clumsalon
  • story In an age of shadowy curses, clerics—once thought to be mythological—bound a perfidious sorcerer with the cursed Reanimate rune spell: death would trigger instant resurrection, but each revival left him more shattered, clinging to life by ever-thinning threads of time. On a storm-racked day, Sir Yokel the Younger—just twelve, heart pure and armor gleaming—faced a miniature-sized troll. With flawless courtesy, he offered his lance. "Good sir troll, might you accept this gift? The sorcerer ahead requires... um, encouragement." The troll, stunned, looked at Sir Yokel, then immediately took the weapon and struck down the foe in a single savage burst. The sorcerer fell, and silence gripped the air—momentarily. Then the rune ignited—a blaze of crimson fire rose from the corpse. Bones cracked back into place; eyes flared open. The sorcerer rose again, gasping, weakened, yet undying. The curse had been triggered through innocent hands. Such was the boy's fate. First came the Giant of Mount Crumble. Sir Yokel politely asked the giant: "Mighty one, can you please leave the villagers alone? Or you will have to leave these lands by decree of the King of Clumsalon." As Sir Yokel stared at the giant’s knee, the giant’s laughter echoed throughout the mountain peaks. He laughed so hard he ruptured something and plunged off the peak in a roar. He crashed below, head still spinning, wits scattered—yet from that day, an ally was forged between Sir Yokel and the Giant. Now this: the young knight yielding his sole Clumsalon lance to a troll, unwittingly unleashing cursed immortality once more. What courteous cataclysms loom next for these Clumsy Knights? The fates laugh in the gathering dark.
  • chapter NA
  • series Short Stories of the Clumsy Knights and Friends
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