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
♱ 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.
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a second dirigible has hit the world tree centre
♱ 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
♱ Within the gleam of mine axe, I oft spy a visage unmasked by helm.
♱ At times, visions of the mighty tree do haunt mine eyes. It springeth from mine horns, branching through all eternity... therein, I behold every shadow of my soul.
♱ Mine spirit languisheth in weary tedium.
♱ Baffling and odd, all that dwelleth here...
real shit
You get used to it.
♱ Naught can make it familiar, lest I wander from my path!
F★ir enough. Live how you wish Sir.
1 bel1eve you were warned on your l1ke f1rst post lol
sad
♱ All folk herein do utter naught but folly.
X Whatever you say tin can x
♱ Shadowed powers pursue me. Verdurous mist and smoke.
♱ Thou approach'st my station with bosom bared, like a base harlot. The sorceresses of Morgana shall ne'er divert me from my quest.
♱ Mine armor is passing heavy...
ᚱIP 🙏🙏 Tᛟ Uᚱ Aᚱᛗᛟᚱ ᛒᚱᛟ DIDNT KNᛟ Aᚱᛗᛟᚱ CUD PASS AWAY LIKE TᚺAT FUCK YEA TᚺATS ᚺEAVY GUD LUCK GETTIN SUᛗ NEW DIGZ
LᛟLᛟLᛟLᛟL WᚺY WUD I Dᛟ DAT WᚺEN Iᛗ JUS FLEXIN WUT TᚺE GᛟDS GAVE ᛗE >ᛒJ 💪💪🔥🔥🔥 TᚺESE PUPPIES CANT ᛒE CᛟNTAINED!!!! 🐺🐺
♱ CONTAINE THY PUPPIES MIDST MY PRESENCE. TIS IMPROPER OF CALIBER HIGHEST.
ᚺAᚺAᚺAᚺAᚺA LᛗAᛟᛟᛟᛟᛟᛟᛟ U TALK ALL SILLAY TᚺATS Sᛟ FUNNY LᛟLLL SᛟᚱᚱY ᛒᚱᛟ Nᛟ KAN Dᛟ ᛗAYᛒE IF U GIᛗᛗE A FᛟLLᛟW AND A SUᛒSCᚱIᛒE ᛟVEᚱ ᛟN ᛒITCᚺ.TV/KᛟTA_ ILL TᛟTALLY TᚱY Tᛟ ᚱAIN IN DA TITTILAGE JUST Fᛟᚱ YA UNTIL U CAN ᚺANDLE IT #SUᛒSCᚱIᛒE
YUᚺᚺᚺ ᛒITCᚺ.TV/KᛟTA_ I STᚱEAᛗ DA PᚱIᛗᛟ ELITE CᛟNTENT ᛟVEᚱ TᚺEᚱE SIᚱ GAWAWAWAWAWAIN CᚺECK IT ᛟUTTTTT >ᛒJJJJJJ 🐺🐺🐺💪💪‼️‼️‼️
♱ The baseblood knave upon the dashboard spouteth naught but folly once more.
♱ Unto the trolls of royal blood who follow me, I do bow.
...as the wrigglers say... ...#cringe...
♱ Thou shalt not transmute me into a marble.