They set off on various modes of transport; the knight on the mystical blue steed which had to be fed with elixir or today known as gas and the charmeress and I speeding at great speed on giant slithering orange dragonian monsters that electrified through the Ville. They had decided to arrive an hour early at the piece, which was to be shown at yonder Balexariata, featuring quite well respected player Guillaume Smithonia and his phatasmical futurisms about alien beings made out of bronze. Sadly, alack, and alas, all spots were taken. The Serbian knight guy was nearly in tears, the snake charmeress stood there, and i the ever welcoming jester tried to cheer the company with my ever welcoming amusements. (To be honest, I wasn't that sad, but shh don't tell the knight).
So they decided to go on the quest in search of ancient scrolls depicting other festivities, to place in the humble abode of the Serbian knight. Sadly, for some odd reason, the blue steed was not to be ridden again that adventure, because the knight had a sudden fondness for pushing his horse forwards instead of riding it. The charmeress and the jester had the lucky jobs of carrying the knights armour. They sometimes Accidentally dropping parts once or twice and throwing other parts in distant ditches, to show their fondness for this task. After miles of trudging into distant Genevan forests and marshlands, the three heros, arrived at the lair of the scrolls. Sadly, the knight did not have a subscription to that particular cave, and none of them could be bothered to pick a nice scroll. Deeply graved, they retired to their outside lair, El Parkeous. They amused themselves by telling each other amusing stories and push each other in shallow ponds, if not jumping around like monkeys and going "meep meep meep" . Oh, the times were great, and none got bored, and none complainéd, and they had a jolly merry time.
The End.
