#sir edd

[watercolor-writer]

Days 10-29

@eddtober

[redarmy-propaganda]

Where's my medieval eddsworld aus at??? y'all all be sleeping on Sir Edd

[ask-medieval-au]

Tom: I swear I will have my revenge for the death of my father.

King Matthias: You have my bow.

Sir Edd: And my sword.

Tord, using necromancy: And your father.

[ask-medieval-au]

Do ya'll NOT have microwaves?

King Matthias: Micro...wave? I never heard of that before. 

Sir Edd: I think it’s a little wave, like what you do when you say to hi to someone.

King Matthias: Oh! In that case, yes we do!

[ask-medieval-au]

Tord: It’s getting kinda boring in this...white v- I mean castle.

King Matthias: You know what, you’re right. We need some music. Hellie, come here!

(silence)

King Matthias: ...Hellie!

(silence)

Prince Johnathan: I don’t think he’s coming.

Sir Edd: Maybe he slept in or something?

Hellie Card: Sorry, sorry! I couldn’t find my lute! 

Hellie Card: Oh, ey Hedd!

(Hellie Card is now available for asks)

(Also, ibispaint is giving me a bit of trouble, so if it takes longer to answer asks than normal, I’m probably either fighting with that or trying other drawing apps. Just a heads up)

[ask-medieval-au]

(Referring to text carved onto an abandoned castle’s wall)

Sir Edd: There! Look! What does it say? What language is that?

King Matthias: Tord, you can translate that!

Tord: It is Norwegian!

Sir Edd: Well, what does it say?

Tord: It reads, "Here may be found the last words of Queen Laurel: 'He who is valiant and pure of spirit may find that justice rains from... Aaargh.'"

Sir Edd: What?

Tord: "Justice rains from aargh."

Sir Edd: What is that?

King Matthias: She must have died while carving it.

Sir Edd: Come on! If she was dying, she wouldn't bother to carve "Aaargh," she'd just say it!

Tord: That's what it says.

King Matthias: Perhaps she was dictating it?

Sir Edd: Does it say anything else?

Tord: No, just "Aargh."

[ask-medieval-au]

Can I be a knight, too? owo

Sir Edd: Of course! With proper training and hard work, you can be part of our ranks in no time.

Sir Edd: ...But seriously, what on Earth does "owo" mean?

[ask-medieval-au]

*Blows up prison wall* I'M GETTING YOU OUT, LET'S GO!!!

Tord: WOOOO! 

Sir Edd: Tom, sick him!

Tom: I’m not a guard dog.