Info:You sleep. You dream.##Your dreams aren't usually this intense, but this one is very vivid. It feels as though you have stepped into a glorious, richly-illustrated storybook.
Info:In the dream, you are a knight in a medieval fantasy world. You are competing in a tournament to bring glory to your Sovereign. It is the morning of the competition, and you are well-rested and in excellent shape. Your body is burning with strength.
Info:You step into your tent. Your attendants - vague silhouettes - strap a set of light armour onto your body, tightly securing each piece.|Take up your sword=7^Put on your full plate=5

Info:You hold out your arms and watch as your body is encased in layers of fabric and steel. Soon you are protected from greaves to fauld, from codpiece to cuirass, from gloves to pauldrons to gorget. (Of course you know what that means. Why wouldn't you?)##Full plate is heavy, but the weight is balanced around your body. Your movements are fluid, in the restrictions allowed by the tight armour. You are invulnerable.|Continue=10

Info:Light armour - leather and ceramic - will be more than enough for you. So, you wave off the attendants, and reach for the sword. It is a long, elegant blade, well-balanced.##It sits in your hand so naturally, so perfectly, it feels like an extension of your arm. You step outside and take a practice swing, beheading a training dummy in one stroke. You are unstoppable.|Continue=10


Info:Finally, you put on your helmet. It has a full visor and a jaunty orange plume on top. It covers your entire head, protecting it from harm, and it is adorned with the bird-of-prey sigil of your Sovereign.##Thus equipped, you are ready to compete.|Enter the tournament=12

Info:Honestly, it isn't much of a contest. You have every conceivable advantage over your opponents. Your weapons and armour are of the highest quality. You are taller and stronger than everyone else, and faster too. You are tireless; one glimpse of your Sovereign's banner, fluttering in the breeze, instantly removes all fatigue.
Info:And thanks to your huge armoured tail, you also have a very low center of gravity.##Before long, you have defeated all of your opponents, and are ready to receive the prize.|I have a tail?=14^Enjoy sweet victory=15
Info:It is your Sovereign's will that you do. So, you do.|Of course=15
Info:The prize is a golden cup. You hold it high above your head, and the crowd cheers.##Of course, the real prize is still waiting...|Return home=16
Info:You triumphantly return to your Sovereign, cup in hand. You kneel before Them, and present the trophy. You have served Them well, and They reward you with a gentle pat on the head.##Their touch is electric. You can feel it through your helmet. Jolts of pleasure shoot down your spine. You have done well, and you are rewarded, as you deserve.
Info:They take you on a tour of the kingdom. You are presented to the masses. You are praised and appreciated for your strength, your service, your gleaming equipment. (You polish it to a shine every morning.) You follow, lead, and strike poses, as your Sovereign commands.
Info:Eventually, the dream fades. As you wake up, you are still beaming with pride and knightly valour.
