Sir Bertil Gawain
@chivalricHarbinger
Harbing'r of all yond is chivalric and righteous Us'r of the axe greene
Your name is BERTIL GAWAIN, dubbed SIR by the Empress herself. 20 sweeps ago you were the CHIVALRIPPER CAPTAIN of the TABLESSE ROUND, an elite imperial task force designed after STORIES FOR WRIGGLERS. But to you these stories were everything. The story of the GREENE KNIGHT, a myth of ancient Alternian lore who would dwell forests and judge those who called themselves loyal to the empire according to his PERSONAL CODE. Those unworthy would be BEHEADED, SCORNED, AND BROUGHT BEFORE THE EMPRESS, where she would be ridiculed for her improper teachings. Legends of the Greene Knight faded with time, wherein the final pages claimed he was EXECUTED by the Empress for TALKING SHIT. 15 sweeps ago, on a hunt, you found an axe stuck in the stump of a tree. You felt it CALL TO YOU, or so you say, and you felt it resonate to your touch (or so you say also). You picked it up and, in your mind, became the GREENE KNIGHT ITSELF. CERTAIN THINGS happened, the details of which do not matter and are, as you say every time someone asks, LOST TO TIME, and you are no longer employed under the Empress. You are the LONE CHIVALRIPPER, THE GREENE KNIGHT, WIELDER OF THE AXE GREENE, and the HARBINGER OF ALL THAT IS UNJUST. Your relationship with the Empire is extremely complex and confusing. Your interests DO NOT MATTER. Your hobbies DO NOT MATTER. Despite being called 'Sir', your gender DOES NOT MATTER. You are your cause. You speak "with such certitude as the Greene Knight himself mightst have borne." And typically reference the KNIGHT'S CODE that you live and judge by. You claim to have an IMMORTAL BODY, but who really knows if that is true or not. These nights, you wander the forests of Alternia with your lusus, SURTUR, searching for trolls to JUDGE. https://i.postimg.cc/28MYgTNF/image-2026-05-30-194531606.png
♱ Weariness draws mine arms to rest.
♱ That advertisement be the fairy of men fictional snogging. Good on ye.
♡⸝⸝ 777RUE AN AGREED ⸝⸝♤
♱ Berated by advertisements. It is like the metrogluts. Pitiful.
♡⸝⸝ LMAOOOO ⸝⸝♤
♱ Rendering flesh from flesh bringeth me no satisfaction. Completing a quest doth. Thirteen bandits, wicked as they come, lie in a heap. #violence
♱ My prince hath given me a quest, to vanquish the wicked. There be bandits near, who have terrorized the fishing folk. I shall vanquish them.
♱ Mine axe feels lighter. Unburdened by mine weight of aimlessness.
♱ Renewed purpose. I wander with vigor once more.
♡⸝⸝ HAV FUN ⸝⸝♤
♱ A good night indeede.
♱ I have wandered woefully through woodlands, seeking heathens and sinners. I am good.
Th★t's good to he★r, gl★d to he★r from you.
♱ Yes. I pledged mine self unto his service but a few moments past. He dwelleth upon this site.
♡⸝⸝ oh damn u 7wo clicked like ins7an7 7has cu7e im happy for u babe <3 ⸝⸝♤
♱ Ne'erdowells and fools.
♡⸝⸝ HIIIIII <3 U CALLED? ⸝⸝♤
♱ I rest mine weary self, upon a heap of the faithless who believed their foolish selves capable of being they to thwart my journey to the castle.
♡⸝⸝ FOR SURE BOO bu7 knigh7s r funny 7oo <3 das par7 of why 7hey're ho7 LMAO 7hey go7 alla7 aura bu7 7hey also kinda goofy n 7ha7s big appeal ⸝⸝♤
♱ Thou makest a mockery of my rank and mine own being. I am not whimsical.
♡⸝⸝ HAHAHHAHA IM MAD WHIMSICAL 777HO UNFORCHIES i 7hink u cool boo i jus 7hink every7hin's go7 humour in i7 <3 ⸝⸝♤
♱ Thou art a minion of Morgan, seeking to make my pusher beat and turn me from mine errand. Thou shalt not prevail. The flame upon my visage shall fade.
♡⸝⸝ LMAO WHOS 777HA777 i ain7 nobodys minion bu7 myself bu7 hey if i make ur pusher bea7 7has grea7 ;) do wha7ever u wan7 7ho boo i ain7 7ryina bag u <3 ⸝⸝♤
oh sh1t hey 1 thought you were dead
good on you
♱ BASE KNAVES AND WRETCHES DEGENERATE ON MINE SCREEN.
#smash #suggestive #bucketsmashorpass
♱ From mine own life-blood springeth a tree. From that tree springeth yet another.
♱ The newest judged hath smitten me in fray. My soul's vessel shall ne'er perish, though he hath rent a void through my breast. My lifeblood doth ebb away against a tree. [#violence]
♱ Stubbed mine toe.
ᐖ ZOMG NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ᐛ
ᐖ UR SO BRAVE ᐛ
ᐖ I NAWT MOᑈKING U WE BOSOM FRENS !!!!1! STUBBING UR TOE HURTS SO BAᐖ X( IT ᐖA WORS!!!!!!!!!1!!11! ᐛ
ᐖ IT OKAYE X3 ᐛ
♱ The World-Tree doth wax and flourish.
♱ I behold another visage of mine own amidst the boughs. He doth follow. He judgeth the judge.
♱ All folk be full of mirth and gaiety...
Art th-o-o-u gaiet?
ALL FOLK BE FULL OF WORTH AND GAYETY... #PRIDEMONTH
♱ Alas... a grievous misfortune hath befallen me. My midnight feast hath fallen from my hands, and mine own lusus hath devoured it.
DID YOU NOT THINK TO FEED YOUR /USSUSS BEFORE PARTAKING IN FOOD YOURSSE/F >8?
nooooo :(
I CAN UNFORTUNATE/Y RE/ATE >8/ USSUA//Y IF SHE HASS A BIG MEA/ SHE DOESSNT BOTHER ME TOO MUCH FOR MY FOOD