With Sir Launcelot’s personal Quest for the Holy Grail complete, Malory turns his attention back to Sir Galahad, the new hotness. After departing from Launcelot, Galahad quickly abandoned his new friend the mysterious knight in shining white armor. He rode … Continue reading →
Launcelot cautiously picked his way forward, through the galleries of Castle Corbin (aka Castle Carbonek; same place). He felt ready for anything, but instead of anything, he encountered nothing: a whole series of empty rooms, doors hanging open, abandoned hallways, … Continue reading →
MEANWHILE, remember Sir Launcelot? Last seen all the way back in Book XV, doing his best to be less wicked and atone for his various sins and earn a place on the Grail leaderboard? We now join his quest, already … Continue reading →
Galahad, Percivale, Bors, and Magdalena traveled for an indeterminate time, eventually arriving at a waste forest. In this remote corner of the world they happened across a magic deer, like you do. It wasn’t the Questing Beast, we can be … Continue reading →
Then they left that ship, and boarded the one Nacien gave them, and it magically propelled itself to the next stage of the quest: somewhere in Scotland, at a castle that men call Carteloise. “Just so you know,” said Mags, … Continue reading →
The magical ship sailed on overnight, ultimately ending up out on the rocks off the coast of England-Britain-Logris. Oddly, there was another ship of the same rich enough design, moored on the rocks. “That’s ours,” said Mags. “Definitely. Let’s go. … Continue reading →
This book is all about Galahad and the Grail, and Malory helpfully reminds us where he left Galahad: early in Book XIV. Though Percivale was a holy knight and a fabulous fighter he couldn’t handle 20+ to one odds. He … Continue reading →
A couple of days of travel after visiting the abbot with the bizarre interpretations of visions Bors didn’t actually have, our man Bors reached a jousting tournament! It’d been too long since Malory threw one in, I suppose. (JOUSTING TOURNAMENT … Continue reading →
Sir Bors, having just defeated the Devil (and without resorting to self-mutilation, I might add) stood alone in the wilderness. In the distance he heard a churchbell ringing, which he took for a sign. Following the sound of the bell, … Continue reading →
After a brief stopover in an harbour to a lady which knew him well enough, Bors fell right into his next marvellous adventure. Just a reminder, the scale goes “no adventure, adventure, strange adventure, marvellous adventure.” So this should be … Continue reading →
