𝓓𝓾𝓴𝓮 𝓐𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭’𝓐𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮 (RP)
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Legendary knight of Bretonnia, less than stellar Duke of Bretonnia (Parody) #ashesburning
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theyoungduke.bsky.social
At the suggestion of this land being *his* a sour look graced his youthful features. Yet, it was also one of resignation.

“Yes, I am the Duke. Armand D’Aquitaine. Please…do not bow or share any more pleasantries than you normally would.”
theyoungduke.bsky.social
The sight of the falcon brought a smile to the face of the knight. It was a knowing smile, yet the familiarity would not be stated upfront by him.

“Well, you and your companion find yourselves in the Duchy of Aquitaine in the Kingdom of Bretonnia in the world of Mallus.”

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theyoungduke.bsky.social
With every syllable that was stated about where the Halfling woman was from, the now exposed brows of the knight furrowed more and more out of sheer confusion.

“I…see. Well, I can’t say I’m familiar with…anywhere that was mentioned I’m afraid.”

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theyoungduke.bsky.social
Raven locks cascaded down to his shoulders, gently moving with the wind that caressed past.
“May I ask from which land you hail? Or, what group you hail from? I know of some folk who spend their lives moving with the sun…an enviable life.”
theyoungduke.bsky.social
At the oldest, he looked like he was in his mid-twenties. His youthful features looked like they were attempted to be offset by the short and well-groomed black beard he sported. Deep blue eyes like a roiling ocean gleamed in the sun that overlooked the many fields surrounding them.

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theyoungduke.bsky.social
It was the steed who responded first, though with an impatient raspberry. A scoff that mixed annoyance and amusement tumbled out of the knight’s helmet like a waterfall.
Patting the horse on its head, the armored man dismounted from his companion, and removed his helmet.

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theyoungduke.bsky.social
This stranger would not be the first Halfling he’d met. Though they were more common to find in The Empire, roving bands of nomadic Halflings weren’t unheard of in Bretonnia either. He’d had some of the best meals in his life when he guested with a troupe of Halflings on his grail quest.
theyoungduke.bsky.social
Though his face was obscured behind the gaze of a helmet made of steel, the mounted man’s moment of pause and consideration spoke of a budding interest in the stranger and the situation they were seemingly in.

“A traveler, then? Unsure of where you are, or merely seeing what’s around?”
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nycbites.bsky.social
//Some stuff has gone down in my personal life, and I don’t think I’ll have the energy to do much on any of my accounts today.

Stay safe, everyone. Have a good day, and be kind to each other!
theyoungduke.bsky.social
Atop a mottled steed that looked quite bored - if that was an emotion that horses could convey - the knight bedecked in yellow and blue tabard let out a chuckle that flowed like a current from his helmet as he laid eyes on the Halfling.

“Good morn, my lady! Tell me, is something the matter?”
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theyoungduke.bsky.social
//…getting some interactions with all the lovely people who have recently followed me here. I haven’t had the opportunity to use Armand much in the almost year of his existence. I’ve realized recently that I still haven’t quite hammered down how I want to play him, so I need to stretch those legs!
theyoungduke.bsky.social
//Things are definitely going to be slow going for this account for a bit. It’s my oldest RP account on here, and it’s not quite structured in a way that works for me now. It won’t be overnight, but I’ll see to getting this account redone. In the meantime, I’ll be slowly dipping my toes into…
theyoungduke.bsky.social
“It’s best we get headed out now. In fact, it appears that we have been blessed with a quicker trip than I had thought.” Pure giddy excitement curled around every word.

Truly, it was heartening to know that even so far from home, The Lady still blessed him.
theyoungduke.bsky.social
…and there was a good reason he despised both of them.

Before the words could cascade from his mouth, he saw movement from the corner of his eyes. Mist rolled across the branches like a gentle tide. Armand grinned like a child ready to show a trick to his sibling as he looked to Miri.

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theyoungduke.bsky.social
“…to help me in my many travels.”

Feeling a bit antsy, the begrudging Duke was ready to politely…if forward ask her to saddle up behind him. Armand was well aware of his curtness, and he greatly appreciated her own up-front attitude. Empty pleasantries were for snakes and his court…

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theyoungduke.bsky.social
Those lakes of blue in Armand’s eyes couldn’t help but lighten from the mirth on his face as his trusted companion enjoyed the attention from this woman of the woods.
“You truly have a gift. Barangor isn’t the friendliest horse. But, I couldn’t ask for a better companion….”

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theyoungduke.bsky.social
Armand’s steed had the same level of patience and timidity as his rider; namely, none at all. As soon as the sorceress raised her hand to him, the mottled steed plunged his snout into her appendage. He snorted and enjoyed the scent, and even gave her flesh a curious and gentle nibble.

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theyoungduke.bsky.social
The glory of purpose, it all felt too right to him. Just like it felt right to offer a hand of assistance to the stranger who was in need as far as he could guess. Perhaps she was too proud to admit it? Such a mindset wasn’t new to him. After all, he named his horse after one such person.

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theyoungduke.bsky.social
…to enjoy the setting sun as it painted the surrounding flora with a masterful stroke of phantasmal pinks and bruised purples.
Truthfully, he did quite like the look of the nature that he now found himself in, but as soon as he was given a directive, it was as rote as riding from bed.

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theyoungduke.bsky.social
As if a falcon had just taken flight, the air moved as Armand jumped into the saddle of his mottled horse as soon as this child of the wilderness had made her comment about not wishing to idle.
Armand felt so blissfully relieved by this request of hers, it would have felt like mortal sin…

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istarivanta.bsky.social
A sorceress. Another cursed with Eru's blessing, surrounded on all fronts by this one and ten of his countrymen...

The plans circulating within her ire-raised mind do dwindle some. Doused by the promise alone of familiar waters to immerse herself in...

Oh, she was a fool. Through and through.
theyoungduke.bsky.social
Like a wild cat, that’s what he saw inside her soul as her gaze held on his own. The fierceness and cageyness, Armand could only wonder what had transpired in this woman’s life to lead her to this moment.

Her own voice sounded oddly familiar to him. His own experience with High Elves…

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