Pergol the Paladin

For college this week I needed to write something for this years reading evening event and just couldn’t get inspired, so my tutor used her random story generator to give me the “ingredients” below and told me it had to be a single typed A4 page (to stop me getting too carried away), and so I came up with the tale of Pergol the Paladin, hope you enjoy it.

Character – Mounted Policeman                      Object – Ivory Tusk

Situation – The Curse                                       Place – Second Hand Shop

 Pergol the Paladin

Pergol the Paladin was out on patrol astride his trusty steed, Mirromar the Unicorn. As a member of the Easting militia he took his role as “upholder of the law” very seriously, a little too seriously if you asked most of the locals.

Pergol’s problem was that he’d been member of the prestigious Purple Dragon Knights of Cormyr, bodyguards of the royal household, but a small accident with a local wizard had caused him disgrace. All he had wanted was for the wizard to use his magic to clean his uniform after a long patrol ready for a spot inspection. Unfortunately he tripped and jostled the mage mid-casting and so instead of removing the dirt and stains of the road, Mirromar’s magnificent horn disappeared! He became the laughing stock of the Purple Knights and was re-assigned to the back-water village of Easting.

He tried to hold the rough and ready villagers up to the same ideals of the more sophisticated city dwellers but all he succeeded in doing was getting everyone’s back up. The only person in the village that was prepared to give him the time of day was the elderly priest, Father Evandur. Before setting off that morning Father Evandur had spoken to Pergol, “I think the problem is that you’ve given yourself a self-imposed curse my boy. Since losing the horn you’ve convinced yourself that everything’s bound to go wrong, and so it does! If you find the horn maybe your luck will change.”

As he rode along brooding silently on his fate he was suddenly disturbed by the sounds of trouble ahead. Spurring Mirromar forward, he found a trio of ruffians waylaying a travelling tinker. They had pulled him from his cart and while one rummaged through his wares the other two were beating and kicking him on the ground.

Pergol didn’t hesitate, drawing his blade and charging ahead. His first swing slashed a thug across the chest as he turned to see the newcomer. The body hadn’t even hit the floor before Pergol vaulted from his saddle, his mailed fist smashing the second thug in the face, bloodying his nose and stunning him long enough to disembowel him with his sword. As Pergol looked toward the cart, the third ruffian had already decided to flee. Rather than pursue him Pergol knelt to see to the old tinker.

Thankfully his pride was more bruised than anything else and he quickly thanked Pergol for saving him. As his gaze fell on Mirromar, his eyes widened and he suddenly became excited, “I have just the thing to show my gratitude!” he exclaimed, as he began to drag something out of the back of his cart. He held out a cloth-wrapped package and reverently began to unwrap it for Pergol. “It’s from a baby oliphaunt, all the way from deepest Chult” said the tinker in hushed tones, “it would look superb upon your unicorn’s brow.”

Pergol carefully picked up the slightly curved ivory tusk and held it to Mirromar’s forehead where his own horn should have been and was amazed when both unicorn and tusk began to glow, bright enough that he was blinded momentarily. As his vision cleared there stood Mirromar, looking as if he had been born with the new horn.

Pergol turned to thank the tinker for such a wondrous gift but was surprised to find that he and Mirromar were alone. There was no sign that the tinker, his cart, or the ruffians had ever been there!


One Response to “Pergol the Paladin”

  1. Lord Night Says:

    Unfortunately, the third rogue, turned round and shot his bow at pergol, putting his arrow through his knee…

    Excellent read. Very good

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