Sir Ronald of Chapston
A large, jacked rooster knight of South Rivalon — second place in the Rivellanin jousting tournament of 1347, code of honor, love of the common people, and "so many teeth" when he smiles (he's a rooster). Spends his days marching Fort Foothold's initiates up and down the hills to Ankley to wear them out. Carries an improbable amount of equipment in his pockets: carrots for steeds, biodegradable confetti, marshmallow spike-toppers, and a miniature pocket gong. His hometown, Chapston (10 miles south of Lambert's Crossing, 40 NW of Cathalon), is known for its lumber and its heroes — chiefly him, he hopes.
Dangerous "in the sense that he could beat the piss out of you," but bound to honor: he tests strangers' combat-worthiness before signing their leave-the-Palisade paperwork, and lectures at length on morality ("heinous" — he cannot spell it).
Session 9
- Met the party on the Foothold–Ankley road; judged Draak a pack mule (two carrots) before being corrected; exempted Ashlyn from the test ("I can sense the lesser nobility within you").
- Refereed the sparring match against his initiates and, satisfied, became the first signature on the party's shared leaving paper — granting +1 honor all around as his story spreads through ~20 future militia postings.
- Hired Thalia to deliver 25 signed headshots to every child under 10 in Chapston (3 platinum, keep the change).
- His standing request: Loendis's young soldiers have never known another ruler — "Be gentle with them, be patient. See if you can't take them alive."