#knight-errant

[paladin-official]

Knight fact:

90% of valiant knights-errant quit running themselves ragged in pursuit of unattainable ideals just before they're about to fulfill their noble cause and prove their chivalric virtues. Just keep questing!

[spiderwil]

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welcome to my blog! my name is wil (he/him), i’m a 21-year-old nerd.

i enjoy writing music, stories and creating dnd characters that i’ll never get to use (forever dm curse). i love spider-man, anything medieval, cooking/baking, video games and most importantly: getting my grubby hands on anything i can create. woodcarving. blacksmithing. sword-fighting. archery. music.

i also adore world-building and creating needlessly complex magic systems and maps for my homebrew campaign: Fireborne.

please feel free to send me requests or questions via my ask box!

only DM me if we’re mutuals and have established some form of friendship via comments/reblogs, though.

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relevant tags

my thoughts and ramblings - #wil’s whispers

my homebrew campaign - #fireborne

my (wip) fantasy book - #knight-errant

my other creations - #wil’s wonders

[donkey176]

A knight without a Queen - or Lord - to serve is a free lance or wandering knight or knight-errant, each with a slightly different connotation.

(Also the origin of the modern term freelancer)

[rastronomicals]

6:30 PM EDT June 12, 2026:

Tim Buckley - "Knight-Errant" From the album Goodbye and Hello (June 1967)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

[homesteadchronicles]

“Nevermore” Character Moodboard: Gallivant (”Knight-Errant”)

Wanderlust Warrior | Godmother’s Guardian | Paramour of Miracles

Gallivant once traveled the wastelands outside of Newfable in an effort to restore the war-torn territories to their rightful place. Unforeseen circumstances - the likes of which change with every telling of the story - led him to settle inside the city, much to his chagrin. His entry to Newfable, however, was marked by radical success - he had triumphed as the first Champion of the Tournament of Miracles. When asked what reward he sought, Gallivant forsook power in favor of a favor: to stand at the Godmother’s side as, together, they rebuilt this broken city. Miracle accepted his offer, and his company.

Rumors surround the truth of his relationship with the Godmother. Some claim they are conspirators plotting to take over the city. Others swear they have united only out of need for one another’s power instead of personal preference. And then there are those, even inside the Champions’ circle, who claim love blossomed for an immortal and her sworn sword.

If you would like to learn more about Nevermore, please click here! If you would like to learn more about Gallivant, the Knight-Errant, click here!

(Tagging: @bluemartlet, @midknightmasquerade. If you would like to be added to or removed from this list, please let me know in the comments or in the reblogs!)

[lexxarts]

Speedy. Except not so speedy? I don’t know how long something like this should take. It took me 4.5 hours to get to this level of detail/polish.

[spiderwil]

Knight-Errant

It's been an story kicking around in the catacombs of my mind palace (TM) for a while, so I thought I'd actually post it as an idea of my writing style! Knight-Errant is (the working title) for the fantasy novella built around themes of legacy, loss, ancient curses and most importantly: a blind sense of justice, bordering on obsession. ENJOY THE WIP EXCERPT

Sea spray mingled with drying blood, both living on my skin and tattered tunic in equal parts. The cold water felt like a renewal, reinvigorating my sore muscles, cleaning my thin cuts, sobering me from the grasp of battle. War-drums pounded in my head, adrenaline; my own heartbeat. 

The sword shook in my grasp, knuckles white against the worn wire-grip, the blade pressed against the kneeling man before me. Words tumbled out from my lips, unbidden.

“Death visits once, Commander. Just the one. But every day, you get to live. To live is to choose; choose to do what we feel like. To live how we feel. Another day, another year, just because we got to wake up.”

The sword presses a little harder into his throat, a thin line of blood coating the edge.

“How blindly fucking privileged you are.” Anger; simmering beneath the surface. “You get the honour; the choice to live one more day. To have the sun warm your skin, and the stars light your path. And yet, you piss it away. For handfuls of silver, for your wounded pride. For the words of a child, spoken in passing.”

The sword pulls back again. “I will not be the one to take that choice from you. No matter how badly I wish to. But when death finds you? I hope it finds you alive; and grateful.” 

There's some audio I wrote it to..

[spiderwil]

i think the universe is telling me something

i should use social media more methinks (there will be lots of lore for dnd campaign AND knight-errant art/posts incoming as its been the main source of my distraction!)