Architect of Men

The harsh sunbeam blinded him as he opened his eyes. Groaning, Sebastian rose up, unable to remember what happened the previous night.  "Oh good! You're awake, my lady bid me to fetch you something you could wear, I've left it over in the corner on the stool. Come out when you've dressed, Sir Knight," The maid curtsied and moved for the door, "Thank you for saving us, such a peculiar magic you possess, but strange or not it worked, if I can do anything to assist your endeavors, just let me know." Before Sebastian had a chance to reply, she had left the tent, leaving him alone again. Groaning more as he moved, feeling sore and impossibly aroused, he suddenly remembered the battle last night. A flush of embarrassment overtook him as he realized that the people who he had saved and were now hosting him in their caravan had seen him completely naked and exposed. He bid himself not to think of what happened after he fell unconscious lest his embarrassment con...

The road was long, and he had only little over a month to arrive in the capital for the Knighting. Sensing his worry, the soon-to-be knight's mare whinnied, kicking a bit of mud around.  "I know girl, we should make it in time, but I'm more so worried about arriving in this ridiculously undersized gear! None of my armor fits me anymore and my sword is little better than a letter opener, I can't arrive before the Queen like this!" Sebastian exclaimed, raising his arms into the air dramatically.  The horse huffed.  "Oh don't act like that! I had no way of knowing that Sir Belcor's rune would transform me!" The man declared, crossing his arms.  A long silence passed. "Oh fine! Alright? I should've been careful and will be more so in the future, although I don't necessarily hate  my new form, it is certainly better at slaying the evils of this world than my previous self."  Exasperated, Sebastian laid down on his mare's back, si...

 Sebastian couldn't believe his ears when he heard his name called. He had been hand chosen by the Knight Commander to be formally promoted into a real Knight, not a Squire! He was so excited! He'd get to kneel before the Queen herself, and pledge to aid her decree with every fiber of his being, though the years of apprenticeship had been incredibly long and grueling, he would finally get to venture out and help people. Sure, he doubted that he would find himself fighting dragons in volcanic lairs or battling against an army of the undead like the village storyteller used to always talk about. He knew his experience with Knighthood would be much less fanciful and full of whimsy, but he didn't care about that. Frankly, he was just happy to be able to earn a living doing something besides farming like his father or serving in a castle like his mother. He loved them both dearly, but he yearned for a life in service to the people directly, he didn't want to feed them or was...