Once upon a time, a knight despaired. He pondered the problem of how to make better a world where evil brought profit and virtue none at all; where fraud and deceit were mingled with truth and sincerity. He brooded and brooded and brooded, until finally he tired. He laid down the melancholy burden of sanity and conceived the strangest project - to become a perpetual errant, sally forth into the world in search of adventures; to mount a lone crusade; to raise up the weak and those in need.

He would treat the world as he would have it be, as if the ideal were real.

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"[b]Fear not, maiden! Salvation is at hand![/b]" Roared a plated knight with utmost certainty, banner-lance stabbed into the earth beside him, muscles clicking into place beneath his armor, breath rising, heartbeat increasing.

The very picture of a true and utter knight, fitting to be imagined in front of an army of righteous fellows in defiance of an incoming darkness-

-only slightly lessened by the fact that the 'incoming darkness' was an ordinary tree, the 'maiden' a scared kitten stuck on one of said tree's branches and the 'righteous fellows' said feline's worried owner, a girl no older than ten, to be precise.

Little did that do to slighten the hulking knight's vigour as he charged the tree, heroically grabbing hold of the bark and climbing the greenery, slowly but steadily, with only a very few dozen failed attempts, before retrieving the cat with care befitting a righteous hero rescuing the frightened damsel from the very jaws of danger.

Unfortunately, the twig formerly capable of holding the kitten's weight showed itself to be quite incapable of holding the weight of a fully armored and tall-growing knight.

Crashing down in a shower of foliage, the knight's back came to a painful impact upon the earth, the cat's owner giving a worried cry as she hastily ran towards the downed hero. The knight, not bothering to rise from his prone position, simply raised his hand, holding high the unblemished kitten, to be accepted with tears and incessant thanks by the girl who herself appeared to have gotten caught up in her own passion for the pseudo-tale.

Seeing the girl off with a friendly wave, Pryonn felt his heart grow a little lighter, perhaps having brightened the world by just a little bit. "Another victory for the shining light of goodness! Don't you think so too, Kaatl?" he exulted as he raised up his iron torso, the fairy's dainty feet coming to a stand first upon his shoulder-plate, balanced by the flapping of her wings, before seating herself. Looking at the knight with a raised eye-brow, the fairy patted his helmeted head in answer.

"Thought so too!" the knight laughed with self-certainty.

Standing up, dusting himself off, he retrieved his marred banner. With fairy on his shoulder, the knight resumed his march around town, searching for more goodness to be done.