Sir Quang

1. Theft

Sir what? What should his name be? Sir –literally the hardest part of writing a story. Sir Quang. I'm naming him after the Vietnamese fighter who won the other night. He may or may not be Vietnamese himself, idk yet.

Sir Quang stepped into the bar and flipped a silver nickel at the bellydancing greeting-girl. It landed perfectly between her breasts, and he'd chosen the right coin, for a quarter would have been too big.

"Hey!" she giggled, turning away to fetch it.

"HEY!" roared a drunken retard. "Wudduyou doin' 'ere, shoiny man? You come to spoil 'ar fun den?"

Sir Quang spoke loudly, so that the entire house and its neighbors would hear him.

"Lord ___ has graciously given you an extra four days for your rent. Are you so _____ that you will not pay him even still?"

On behalf of the other red-faced slobs, the drunkard burped a response and erupted into a fit of giggles. Sir Quang walked over to him. When the lush opened his eyes, still smiling and pleased with himself, he saw a polished steel armguard and then nothing else for the night.

"Oi!" yelled the Alchy's wingman. "Wadudothat for then?"

"All rent is theft," spoke a weasley little ____, who hadn't even been drinking. He wasn't speaking to Sir Quang, but to some ______(girl/drnk). "_____(trying to impress her–carrying book)"

Sir Quang was starting to panic. Not out of any kind of fear for his safety, but for theirs. These people were so fucking retarded there wasn't any obvious way to get them to pay what they owed to Lord ____. The literally just didn't understand they they couldn't just squat here without paying the landlord. And if rent is out of the question, so to must be eviction: there'd be no way of getting them to leave peacefully. And if they were forced to leave? Who'd prevent them from reclaiming the building all over again?

Sir Quang despaired, for looking around at these ____, he knew that he'd inevitably be ordered to kill them.

That's all for now, I'll do something with this, I like Sir Quang. Maybe it'll be his job to uh… ohhhohoho okay, I thought of something fun. This'll be good, trust me! Pls remind me to make a page of it later Zzzzz

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2. Sir Van

"Karma is on our side now." –AtheismIsUnstoppable, 2018

"It's pretty wild that in 1186 a new castle still looks like this," sneered Jason Scheirer, looking around with disgust at all of the knights. Jason scribbled some notes into a magic tablet. "All these knights, it's so old-fashioned and gross. Creepy and outdated…"

"Sir Quang, welcome back!" called the gatekeeper.

"Ah! That's more like it!" Jason quickly scurried over to Quang like Gollum. "You there, I see you're not one of them! Not a pinky!"

Quang glanced down at the creature in disgust.

"Sir Quang, is this … wretched bard?(something useless)… bothering you?" asked the gatekeeper hopefully. "It's waiting for an audience with Duke Marda, but if it's causing any trouble, any at all…"

"Get rid of it."

The gatekeeper nodded, grabbed Jason Scheier by the scruff of its neck, and tossed it over the wall.

"FUCKING KNIGHT MAAAALES!!!" it shrieked, landing with a pathetic splash into the moat.

"Sir Quang! Sir Quaaaang!"

Sir Quang spun around and the silliest girl he'd ever see was running through the mud toward him, despite a perfectly clean stone road directly next to her.

When she finally caught up to him (Quang had continued walking away) she ran in front to halt him.

"Sir Quang!"

Sir Quang was annoyed and his feet hurt but she wasn't bad looking so he asked she she wanted.

"Lord I've come from a faraway land!" she said, dabbing to the Far East. Quang rolled his eyes over toward it.

Though it was the land of his birth, no one had had contact with anyone out that way in decades. Those who attempted the journey through the old forest delineating the border of (whateverthefuckthisplaceis called) found that after days or weeks they'd gone no further than the length of a jousting fence.

He humored her. "And what news do you bring us from the Far East, o fairy?"

She blushed and curtsied. "Eflin I may be lord, but I promise I'm a woman. Would you like…"

An unkept man walked by them and doubled back, eying the two of them over and rested his leering gaze on the girl. "Is this incel-knight bothering you, m'lady?"

"What? No!" she said. "Please, go away, I must speak with Sir Quang!"

"Young fem-coded folks such as yourself have to be careful around knights, they're extremely sexist and predatory af. Do you want me to get you somewhere safe?"

"You! I'll have you know I celebrated my eleventy-seventh birthday on the last moon!" the girl chirped and Quang almost believed her.

The man forced a laugh and "Oooooh, she's a 2,000 year old vampire, eh? Have fun telling the Torturers that. M'lady, I know it's not your fault because he has all the power in this situation, but I can't let him have his way with you–I just CAN'T!" He took off, flailing his arms. "GUARDS! GUAAAARDS!!" Before Sir Quang could grab him, a strange looking knife appeared behind the man's ear.

Question: any crossover of the "kunai" knife between China and Japan throughout history?

Answer: The kunai as we know it is distinctly Japanese, but its roots are in shared East Asian tool history; the basic idea, some design features, and even the word trace partially back to China. Explicit weaponized kunai are a Japanese innovation, but the tool itself—and its use as an improvised weapon—was not unique to Japan

"It's just that simple. It's never been easier to research for writing a story."

"Shlmao never mind

"Where are you?!"

3. Sir Fredric Loveman

Don't look at me.

4. Cope

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