s т ᴀ ʟ ᴡ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ⇚

     But the satisfaction didn’t last long–a significant item seemed to be missing from her array. Was it pinyang nut, or horse chestnut? She huffed in irritation, knowing she would have to spend a good portion of the next day searching, unless someone happened to be sitting in the barracks right at that moment with a handful of midnight snacks and a helpful disposition, the apothecarist’s son and everyone’s cooperative friend.

           {  ♘  }    Wᴇʟʟ, duties kept piling up on top of each other.            Stahl didn’t mind helping out, but he did wonder ( on a rare            occasion ) if perhaps some one wasn’t taking advantage of            his helpful nature in order to shirk their own tasks.  He             certainly hoped that wasn’t the case.

           {  ♘  }    Tʜᴇ knight had lost track of the time he spent in            the barracks so far, and had been in the middle of a short            snack break when Tharja’s voice took him by surprise.  He            was caught unawares enough for him to lurch forward,             fumbling with the snack until it unfortunately hit the ground.

Medieval Knightly Sword

Of Oakeshott Type XIII

Dated: late 13th/early 14th century

Culture: probably Italian

Measurements: overall length 110 cm; blade length 83.5 cm

The sword has a broad flat tapering double-edged blade reduced at the point and with shallow fuller extending over nearly half its length on both sides. The fuller is incised on one side with a cross potent, and on the other with the Ottoman (St. Irene) arsenal mark at the forte. The hilt comprising straight quillons of square section, has a large octagonal pommel with circular central recess on each face, while the flat tapering tang is flattened over the top of the pommel. For a very similar sword with nashk inscription recording its entry into the Arsenal in the frontier city of Alexandria at the time of al-Malik Abu Nasr Shaikh al-Mu'ayyad in the year 818 A.H. (1415 A.D.).

╱╲╳¯ ϟ ϟ ¯╳╱╲—— “No, I have not.”

—— ϟ Cue a somewhat frustrated sigh, because Robin did not need this. She was going to put Stahl in the net upcoming battle, but that won’t be happening if he doesn’t have a weapon. Well this sucked. Might as well help him find it now.

⋙      {  ♘  }    Iᴛ was obvious Robin was upset.  Stahl couldn’t            tell whether or not he was at fault, but at the very least            tip-toeing around the subject couldn’t hurt, could it?  He            wanted to avoid making her any more angry, and if she            hadn’t asked anything, Stahl would have just as easily            dismissed himself.

⋙      {  ♘  }    ❝ Fʀᴇᴅᴇʀɪᴄᴋ found it?!  I am so dead. ❞  Maybe            he was just exaggerating.  Maybe Frederick would -- no,            as understanding as Frederick could be, there was no            way the senior knight would excuse this sort of misgiving.            Stahl was now reduced to a walking corpse.

“S-Sure! I’ll help you find it, Stahl. Four eyes are better than two, I guess….” Trailing off, she nervously wrung her hands along the edge of her bow. 

⋙      {  ♘  }    ❝ Eʀɢʜ ...  No, I don’t. ❞  The last thing he could            remember was being so hungry that he couldn’t think            straight.  But that meant he had either dropped it in the            mess hall, or on the way to there, and either the stress            or his own fallible memory was preventing him from            remembering exactly where he was before that.