The quest of Sir Hardwood

The tale of Sir Dick Hardwood is a widespread one, filled with daring and adventure of a bygone age in a wondrous land, his name captures the imagination of many who fancy the fantastical.

Hailing from the long forgotten land of Libedoe, his tremendous skill from a young age caught the attention of Queen Lauren Bea, who made him her official knight and sent on many quests considered too dangerous to be taken on by other knights.

The quest spoken of today is one of them.

"I've been told that there lurks a beast in a desolate cave within the forgotten forest. Every night, it terrorizes nearby villages and takes a woman away. Various local knights have tried to slay it, but to no avail." Queen Bea relayed what she had heard from various villagers affected by the monster, her long red hair tied in a neat bun and covered by a resplendent golden crown signifying her grace and authority. She sat up straight, beautiful piercing green eyes and pink lips set in a worried expression as the news brought her great concern. Her fair skin and curvaceous figure was tightly hugged by a green silk dress, adorned with various jewellery and barely containing her huge milk jugs, which seemed about to burst.

Queen Bea's beauty was often spoken of all over the land, from hushed whispers to loud drunken chattering of **** men who went on and on about what they'd like to do to her with ****-loosened tongues. Yet, she seemed unconcerned or oblivious as to how she turned heads, instead focusing on her duty of queen diligently.

"I entrust this quest to you. Slay the wretched beast and I'll reward you with whatever you desire." Her soft yet determined voice was like music in the air, her request made to Sir Hardwood standing before the throne and listening intently.

Sir Hardwood was covered in armour, polished steel adorning his muscular body. His helmet made it hard to read his expression, but most people never looked at his face the first time anyway. Most of the stares were drawn to his groin, usually covered by an unusually large groin cup with a roundness similar to that of ripe fruit. Rumours also surrounded him and his sex life, and how he visited the brothels to let off steam after every mission and stayed for hours, if not days.

"Very well, your majesty. I shall head to the forgotten forest immediately." Sir Hardwood kneeled to show his respect, taking on Queen Bea's request.

"Be safe." Queen Bea nodded as Sir Hardwood got up and headed to the armory, readying for battle.