Jolly Drumstick

In every hall of Chickenopolis, bards whisper of Sir Jolly Drumstick—a knight as famous for his laughter as for his arrow shots. Once a jester’s apprentice, he was supposed to juggle eggs and play tricks, but fate had other plans.

When a band of fox raiders charged during the Harvest Festival, Jolly grabbed the nearest bow (which he’d been using to shoot apples off barrels) and sent an arrow flying—straight through the raiders’ banner, pinning it to the coop wall. The crowd erupted in cheers, mistaking it for a planned trick. Emboldened, he fired again and again, each shot stranger than the last: one arrow ricocheted off a frying pan into a fox’s tail, another knocked the helmet off a raider and onto a pig’s head.

By the end, the foxes had fled in confusion, half laughing and half terrified. Prince Marcus himself, though shaking his head, declared:

“By feather and folly, you’ve saved the realm. Rise, Sir Jolly Drumstick the Reckless!”

Now Jolly roams the land, firing arrows while riding backward on his steed, balancing mugs of mead mid-battle, and declaring that “a knight who cannot make his enemy laugh has already lost the war.”