![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
3 Swords in the Stone
Dec. 27th, 2012 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reigne[It's a long time, before he says it. His conversation with Merlin, and Igraine after their absolutely awful introduction to each other. It's primarily, the factor that she's dead, as his own mother is, and that this is the only opportunity she shall have, to know any form of her son...That gets him to give in]
My mother, Igraine Pendragon, has recently arrived within the castle. I trust you will all treat her kindly.
[It would seem like an odd thing to announce, if it weren't for the fact that he's making a gesture; to her, and perhaps to Merlin. But he's still not entirely pleased about it, which is precisely why he's decided to venture into the stables. It's quiet here, and a ride will help him clear his head...His favourite hobby, next to hunting.
Except he can't seem to move past idly holding on to the reigns with one hand, and leaning his head on the horses neck and just breathing, trying to steady himself. He hopes if his own mother, from his world, ever learns of this...That she'll not take offence. That she would forgive him.
His father would not have]
[ooc: backdated to Christmas day, for over the journal, or in person for last minute smooches, if you would like]
My mother, Igraine Pendragon, has recently arrived within the castle. I trust you will all treat her kindly.
[It would seem like an odd thing to announce, if it weren't for the fact that he's making a gesture; to her, and perhaps to Merlin. But he's still not entirely pleased about it, which is precisely why he's decided to venture into the stables. It's quiet here, and a ride will help him clear his head...His favourite hobby, next to hunting.
Except he can't seem to move past idly holding on to the reigns with one hand, and leaning his head on the horses neck and just breathing, trying to steady himself. He hopes if his own mother, from his world, ever learns of this...That she'll not take offence. That she would forgive him.
His father would not have]
[ooc: backdated to Christmas day, for over the journal, or in person for last minute smooches, if you would like]
2 Swords in the Stone
Oct. 15th, 2012 07:14 pmreigne( Morgana; )
When I first arrived, I was told this place was quite the danger. [A pause, but lets be honest he has the sensitivity of a brick wall, so!] While I think the past...several days were highly uncomfortable for everyone involved...That is hardly something I'd label dangerous, and thus requires no apology for my misfortune in having witnessed it.
[Like seriously, it's just a dream and he doesn't want to talk about feelings with....anyone. Ever]
But on the topic of danger, I would like to find someone interested in sparring, or the very least, interested in learning sword work.
When I first arrived, I was told this place was quite the danger. [A pause, but lets be honest he has the sensitivity of a brick wall, so!] While I think the past...several days were highly uncomfortable for everyone involved...That is hardly something I'd label dangerous, and thus requires no apology for my misfortune in having witnessed it.
[Like seriously, it's just a dream and he doesn't want to talk about feelings with....anyone. Ever]
But on the topic of danger, I would like to find someone interested in sparring, or the very least, interested in learning sword work.
1 Sword in the Stone
Sep. 14th, 2012 09:27 pmreigne[The first sound is the journal being gripped so tightly, that the soft leather and paper are bending, crinkling in his white knuckled grip. He's been here all of several hours and he already hates this, already believes he's delusional.
He can barely stand to touch the damn thing, much less actually use it. Even before she'd told him, he'd known it was magic, because if he wasn't crazy, the way it recorded in a variety of handwriting, invisible and within seconds? Dead give away. But it wasn't important. Not really]
My...Sister, [And his tone turns sour briefly at the word. Forces himself to go back to smooth, arrogant and unruffled] has had the undoubted pleasure of enlightening me to the fact that I've been kidnapped. By a sentient castle, no less. It has stolen from me, and I can't leave on my own terms.
Pain certainly hasn't woken me, so I am at least not dreaming. [Though this whole thing is more like a nightmare] If I am missing any other information, I'd appreciate being told it now. As well, you might tell me [read: on a scale of 1 to 10 how psycho is she?] if she being honest with me.
He can barely stand to touch the damn thing, much less actually use it. Even before she'd told him, he'd known it was magic, because if he wasn't crazy, the way it recorded in a variety of handwriting, invisible and within seconds? Dead give away. But it wasn't important. Not really]
My...Sister, [And his tone turns sour briefly at the word. Forces himself to go back to smooth, arrogant and unruffled] has had the undoubted pleasure of enlightening me to the fact that I've been kidnapped. By a sentient castle, no less. It has stolen from me, and I can't leave on my own terms.
Pain certainly hasn't woken me, so I am at least not dreaming. [Though this whole thing is more like a nightmare] If I am missing any other information, I'd appreciate being told it now. As well, you might tell me [read: on a scale of 1 to 10 how psycho is she?] if she being honest with me.
88 Swords in the Stone
Jul. 12th, 2012 10:36 pmexcalibured[There's a long, frustrated sound, and the rustle of fabric as he drags his hands through his hair and rubs at his face]
I'm going to go mad.
[Because he can't stop thinking of everything that happened, and secluding himself hasn't helped...And thinking of Morgana's intended intervention...Ugh. After the barest of hesitations, he pens in a quick filter]
[Lady Catelyn Stark;]
If you can spare some time, there is a matter I would like to have your counsel on. I fear there are few who would understand it, and I'd most appreciate it. If you can, I'll meet you at a location of your choosing.
I'm going to go mad.
[Because he can't stop thinking of everything that happened, and secluding himself hasn't helped...And thinking of Morgana's intended intervention...Ugh. After the barest of hesitations, he pens in a quick filter]
[Lady Catelyn Stark;]
If you can spare some time, there is a matter I would like to have your counsel on. I fear there are few who would understand it, and I'd most appreciate it. If you can, I'll meet you at a location of your choosing.
86 Swords in the Stone
Jun. 12th, 2012 04:30 pmexcalibured[Filtered AWAY from anyone who would use this info for harm, children and away from First Gens;]
[There's a noticeable pause in between the filter and when he actually starts to talk, but his voice is level when he finally does]
My condolences toward your recent losses, and further so, that I have to be the bearer of unfortunate news. But...You cannot protect everyone, not all of the time, and it nature of death here is one that concerns all of us.
I was the first body to remain behind for the duration of the two weeks, in Paradisa, last August. When I returned, I asked others who had died what had happened to them. They held a reoccurring theme. They either became castle ghosts, and served others...Some did not remember, and others simply were isolated.
I experienced something quite different. I was entirely aware of what had happened to me, of what was currently happening during the time I had been gone.
[A pause, it doesn't ever really get easier for him to talk about] It was essentially, nothingness- I could not use any of my senses, not to see, hear or speak. I could not feel anything around me. Not that I could move to do so, had I wanted to.
Initially it was because...I had been cremated, and Paradisa had to be so kind as to reconstruct me. I can strongly assure you that it's a most painful procedure, and quite so long to accomplish. And once it has, well you cannot move then either. And you are hyper aware of everything your body is doing. Your blood, your heart, your stilted breathing-
You will have to bury them, or...Set them aside somewhere. And while I cannot guarantee they will experience anything like I have, you must be prepared that they will not come back as you expect them to.
The dead should stay dead. [Another pause] If you have any questions, you may ask. If I deem them to be irrelevant, Rubedo shall answer them for me.
[aka anything he just finds too difficult to talk about en masse]
[ooc: children as in 10 years and younger, so teens if so wishing, can still respond]
[There's a noticeable pause in between the filter and when he actually starts to talk, but his voice is level when he finally does]
My condolences toward your recent losses, and further so, that I have to be the bearer of unfortunate news. But...You cannot protect everyone, not all of the time, and it nature of death here is one that concerns all of us.
I was the first body to remain behind for the duration of the two weeks, in Paradisa, last August. When I returned, I asked others who had died what had happened to them. They held a reoccurring theme. They either became castle ghosts, and served others...Some did not remember, and others simply were isolated.
I experienced something quite different. I was entirely aware of what had happened to me, of what was currently happening during the time I had been gone.
[A pause, it doesn't ever really get easier for him to talk about] It was essentially, nothingness- I could not use any of my senses, not to see, hear or speak. I could not feel anything around me. Not that I could move to do so, had I wanted to.
Initially it was because...I had been cremated, and Paradisa had to be so kind as to reconstruct me. I can strongly assure you that it's a most painful procedure, and quite so long to accomplish. And once it has, well you cannot move then either. And you are hyper aware of everything your body is doing. Your blood, your heart, your stilted breathing-
You will have to bury them, or...Set them aside somewhere. And while I cannot guarantee they will experience anything like I have, you must be prepared that they will not come back as you expect them to.
The dead should stay dead. [Another pause] If you have any questions, you may ask. If I deem them to be irrelevant, Rubedo shall answer them for me.
[aka anything he just finds too difficult to talk about en masse]
[ooc: children as in 10 years and younger, so teens if so wishing, can still respond]
clumsiness[ Backdated for the morning!
When Elena turned in the night before, she expected to wake as she always did; in the room the castle provided and by herself. So, when she rolled over and her arm brushed up against another warm body, her reaction was understandable. What does a princess do when she finds an intruder in her bed? She snatches up a pillow, hurriedly sits up and promptly wails on the offender without taking the time to see who it was.
Granted it's a pillow, so it's a feeble weapon. Someone should tell her that. ]
I do not know.. [ swat! ] .. how your found yourself [ swat! ] in this bed, but it is not yours!
[ swat! swat! and then there's a yelp as, on the last swat, she manages to lose her balance and tumbles backwards rather ungracefully out of bed. ]
When Elena turned in the night before, she expected to wake as she always did; in the room the castle provided and by herself. So, when she rolled over and her arm brushed up against another warm body, her reaction was understandable. What does a princess do when she finds an intruder in her bed? She snatches up a pillow, hurriedly sits up and promptly wails on the offender without taking the time to see who it was.
Granted it's a pillow, so it's a feeble weapon. Someone should tell her that. ]
I do not know.. [ swat! ] .. how your found yourself [ swat! ] in this bed, but it is not yours!
[ swat! swat! and then there's a yelp as, on the last swat, she manages to lose her balance and tumbles backwards rather ungracefully out of bed. ]
85 Swords in the Stone
Apr. 25th, 2012 06:21 pmexcalibured( Lana Luthor; )
[Filtered to friends, acquaintances & allies, but away from Morgana and anyone who would tell her & general enemies;]
[It's a hard filter to write. It's even harder to get started. But he figures he's been silent long enough since his return, and now that puzzle pieces of the missing years have slowly been fitting back together...He can't keep hiding forever]
I wish to apologize for any concern I might have caused, with the temporary coma I endured, and the silence I have kept since I've woken. Things...Have changed, and for those who once knew her, it's important for your safety to hear this.
[He pauses, and breathes deep and even, speaks steady, as much as it hurts] Morgana returned to Camelot, as I did. What transpired doesn't matter, only that she's nothing like the girl you once knew. That I once did. She is an enemy of Camelot, which means she considers you the same.
Her magic is tempered here, for the moment. I cannot guarantee it will remain so for long, and she's lethal enough, with a blade. She's not very rational, and she'll kill without hesitation. If you see her, do not pursue her. Do not confront her, simply leave.
As a result, if you wish to contact me, you may only do so by contact of the journal. My whereabouts are to remain secret, and if you require me to meet with you, I'll find you.
[His voice quiets, shows how tired this has all made him, now] For what it's worth, to those that once considered her 'friend', I am sorry.
[Filtered to friends, acquaintances & allies, but away from Morgana and anyone who would tell her & general enemies;]
[It's a hard filter to write. It's even harder to get started. But he figures he's been silent long enough since his return, and now that puzzle pieces of the missing years have slowly been fitting back together...He can't keep hiding forever]
I wish to apologize for any concern I might have caused, with the temporary coma I endured, and the silence I have kept since I've woken. Things...Have changed, and for those who once knew her, it's important for your safety to hear this.
[He pauses, and breathes deep and even, speaks steady, as much as it hurts] Morgana returned to Camelot, as I did. What transpired doesn't matter, only that she's nothing like the girl you once knew. That I once did. She is an enemy of Camelot, which means she considers you the same.
Her magic is tempered here, for the moment. I cannot guarantee it will remain so for long, and she's lethal enough, with a blade. She's not very rational, and she'll kill without hesitation. If you see her, do not pursue her. Do not confront her, simply leave.
As a result, if you wish to contact me, you may only do so by contact of the journal. My whereabouts are to remain secret, and if you require me to meet with you, I'll find you.
[His voice quiets, shows how tired this has all made him, now] For what it's worth, to those that once considered her 'friend', I am sorry.
84 Swords in the Stone
Mar. 28th, 2012 08:27 pmexcalibured[He's spent all day searching for one tiny little knight, who decided to sneak away in the better part of the night with a small note had been the best idea. He'd brushed off anyone who'd try to speak to him earlier, checking every place he could think of that would be interesting for a child, and some places that probably weren't.
But now it was getting dark, Gwaine hadn't answered his filters, or been found, and he's absolutely, completely livid]
If anyone has seen a small boy, with brown hair who answers to the name of Gwaine, detain him and inform me, so I may go and collect him.
And Gwaine?
[He is 100% going to destroy everything you love] If you choose not to return of your own volition, the consequences will be most dire.
But now it was getting dark, Gwaine hadn't answered his filters, or been found, and he's absolutely, completely livid]
If anyone has seen a small boy, with brown hair who answers to the name of Gwaine, detain him and inform me, so I may go and collect him.
And Gwaine?
[He is 100% going to destroy everything you love] If you choose not to return of your own volition, the consequences will be most dire.
(no subject)
Mar. 18th, 2012 01:38 pmvideres[ When she wakes, it is by no means a pleasant awakening. It feel as if a fire had been lit across her entire body, centering on her right side. The room is too bright, sounds of activity far too loud for her ears, her mouth and throat feels dry, and her stomach twists uncomfortably. An uneasy (angry, tense, like a wild animal forced into an unfamiliar room) feeling settles on her shoulders.
She knows this place.
Morgana pushes herself up, too quickly, and hisses. Her arm protesting as she moves it to her side. Blood. That's right, one of the king's knights got lucky. Her eyes widen as recollection settles in, horses and falling, it felt like years ago, back when she was foolish. So very foolish.
She turns her head towards his bed, expression twisting into a mixture of rage and panic, her free hand groping for a sword that is not there. She could kill him now, rid herself of the thorn in her side. Yet all she can do is sit there, defenseless, legs uncooperative to her mind screams of flee! flee before the idiot king wakes!.
Curse Emrys, curse herself (she should have known), and curse Paradisa. ]
[Waking after something like this, it's always a shock to him. It always feels exactly like being thrown off that horse does, a sharp impact that leaves him winded. He notes next, the way his eyes are sensitive to the light, and there's still a residual dull ache in the back of his head, but once registered instinct still kicks in. More memories of his home than Paradisa flood his senses, and he's tossing the covers back to roll out of bed, hand reaching for the sword nearby and...
He comes face to face with the bane of his kingdom's existence. With the sister he'd never had, turning out to be just that. With the person he'd grown closer with, over time here. He feels just as floored by the sight of her now, as he did only moments ago. But he remembers even more clearly, than all those years ago, how when he approached her sword lowered to speak...She raised her hands to kill him. His sword is raised immediately, tip close to the edge of her nose]
You.
[ She cringes, staring down the sword. The sight of him makes her head hurt and heart ache more than it should, it makes her desire to flee all the more tempting. But where would she go? Her room? Ha, even if she wanted to she would not make it far, not with her wound. She masks it the best she can, feeding her bitter taste of anger, lifting her chin in an attempt to keep that air of superiority. ]
Indeed, how observant you've become, Arthur.
[ She regrets opening her mouth instantly, her tone is betraying her. She sounds so much like she did when she first saw him come through those doors, as snide as she was emotional. Arthur, her dear dear brother. The man she had come to cherish within this castle's cursed walls. She hates herself for wanting to hug and kill him at the same time. She hates the tiny voice in the back of her mind begging for forgiveness she will never get, nor wants. ]
Well then, are you planning on killing me? If so, I would take your chance while you still have it. I will not be powerless forever.
[ In truth, she does not know how long it will last. She does not even know how she was robbed of her power. And it scares her. ]
( ooc; look who woke up in the middle of the plot! damn them pendragons and their horrible timing. this is open over the journal but don't count on getting a reply, a storm is about to hit in the form of an argument. head for the bunkers people. )
She knows this place.
Morgana pushes herself up, too quickly, and hisses. Her arm protesting as she moves it to her side. Blood. That's right, one of the king's knights got lucky. Her eyes widen as recollection settles in, horses and falling, it felt like years ago, back when she was foolish. So very foolish.
She turns her head towards his bed, expression twisting into a mixture of rage and panic, her free hand groping for a sword that is not there. She could kill him now, rid herself of the thorn in her side. Yet all she can do is sit there, defenseless, legs uncooperative to her mind screams of flee! flee before the idiot king wakes!.
Curse Emrys, curse herself (she should have known), and curse Paradisa. ]
[Waking after something like this, it's always a shock to him. It always feels exactly like being thrown off that horse does, a sharp impact that leaves him winded. He notes next, the way his eyes are sensitive to the light, and there's still a residual dull ache in the back of his head, but once registered instinct still kicks in. More memories of his home than Paradisa flood his senses, and he's tossing the covers back to roll out of bed, hand reaching for the sword nearby and...
He comes face to face with the bane of his kingdom's existence. With the sister he'd never had, turning out to be just that. With the person he'd grown closer with, over time here. He feels just as floored by the sight of her now, as he did only moments ago. But he remembers even more clearly, than all those years ago, how when he approached her sword lowered to speak...She raised her hands to kill him. His sword is raised immediately, tip close to the edge of her nose]
You.
[ She cringes, staring down the sword. The sight of him makes her head hurt and heart ache more than it should, it makes her desire to flee all the more tempting. But where would she go? Her room? Ha, even if she wanted to she would not make it far, not with her wound. She masks it the best she can, feeding her bitter taste of anger, lifting her chin in an attempt to keep that air of superiority. ]
Indeed, how observant you've become, Arthur.
[ She regrets opening her mouth instantly, her tone is betraying her. She sounds so much like she did when she first saw him come through those doors, as snide as she was emotional. Arthur, her dear dear brother. The man she had come to cherish within this castle's cursed walls. She hates herself for wanting to hug and kill him at the same time. She hates the tiny voice in the back of her mind begging for forgiveness she will never get, nor wants. ]
Well then, are you planning on killing me? If so, I would take your chance while you still have it. I will not be powerless forever.
[ In truth, she does not know how long it will last. She does not even know how she was robbed of her power. And it scares her. ]
( ooc; look who woke up in the middle of the plot! damn them pendragons and their horrible timing. this is open over the journal but don't count on getting a reply, a storm is about to hit in the form of an argument. head for the bunkers people. )
83 Swords in the Stone
Mar. 10th, 2012 01:33 amexcalibured[Compared to when they left on their ride, the sun has risen high enough to show it's likely somewhere around mid morning. It's almost surprising, in a way, to think he could take rides with Morgana and lose track of time in such a way, something they would have been incapable of doing years ago. It eases the ache of the past few days, considerably]
I see the stables up ahead, Morgana. Shall we race?
[ She laughs at the suggestion, a grin spreading across her face. The morning had put her in a rather good mood. ]
Only if your pride can take being beaten. [ That, of course, is a yes in the mystical language of the Lady Morgana—made blatantly obvious when she delivers a sharp kick to the mare, urging it into a gallop and leaving Arthur behind. ]
[He laughs, he can't help it. She is always going to be competitive and take the whole thing too far, and a part of him, he supposes, is always going to be amused by it. He kicks his own unicorn into gear shortly after her, allowing her the head start. The stallion takes longer strides, so he's not about to let her have no fun at all]
[ It is mostly, in part, due to her need to prove herself. To prove she is capable and by no means helpless. But also because it is Arthur, the closest person in the world she has to a brother. Sibling rivalry and all that. She knows full well it won’t take him long to catch up, so she pushes the mare a little harder. A bad choice in the long run, especially when something jumps out from the nearby bushes, straight into her path.
Her horse rears and Morgana lets out a yell, the sudden appearance of the creature disrupting her focus. It is only when it is too late that she realizes her mistake, hands uselessly reaching for the reins in the moment before she is thrown off. Hitting the ground with a heavy thud. ]
Morgana! [He should have slowed down the second he heard the rustle of something moving nearby, to assess the situation, to be able to get off his horse and run to her, instead of just creating a bigger hazard. But it all happens so fast, and he's in a cross between pulling his horse to a stop and trying to get off when Morgana's own, rears off and backs into his, spooking it.
With a slight shout, he's tossed off and out cold the second his head collides hard on the ice]
[ooc: backdated to very early morning, before the wrap up plot! Mod approved canon updating for both Morgana and Arthur!]
I see the stables up ahead, Morgana. Shall we race?
[ She laughs at the suggestion, a grin spreading across her face. The morning had put her in a rather good mood. ]
Only if your pride can take being beaten. [ That, of course, is a yes in the mystical language of the Lady Morgana—made blatantly obvious when she delivers a sharp kick to the mare, urging it into a gallop and leaving Arthur behind. ]
[He laughs, he can't help it. She is always going to be competitive and take the whole thing too far, and a part of him, he supposes, is always going to be amused by it. He kicks his own unicorn into gear shortly after her, allowing her the head start. The stallion takes longer strides, so he's not about to let her have no fun at all]
[ It is mostly, in part, due to her need to prove herself. To prove she is capable and by no means helpless. But also because it is Arthur, the closest person in the world she has to a brother. Sibling rivalry and all that. She knows full well it won’t take him long to catch up, so she pushes the mare a little harder. A bad choice in the long run, especially when something jumps out from the nearby bushes, straight into her path.
Her horse rears and Morgana lets out a yell, the sudden appearance of the creature disrupting her focus. It is only when it is too late that she realizes her mistake, hands uselessly reaching for the reins in the moment before she is thrown off. Hitting the ground with a heavy thud. ]
Morgana! [He should have slowed down the second he heard the rustle of something moving nearby, to assess the situation, to be able to get off his horse and run to her, instead of just creating a bigger hazard. But it all happens so fast, and he's in a cross between pulling his horse to a stop and trying to get off when Morgana's own, rears off and backs into his, spooking it.
With a slight shout, he's tossed off and out cold the second his head collides hard on the ice]
[ooc: backdated to very early morning, before the wrap up plot! Mod approved canon updating for both Morgana and Arthur!]
82 Swords in the Stone
Feb. 2nd, 2012 06:24 pmexcalibured[Someone's actually ventured into the city proper, for the first time this month, and has noticed a slow spreading reoccurring theme that he does not appreciate. Jewellers have sales, so do up scale clothing departments and...The worst? Is the pink.
And the tiny hearts starting to pop up in baked goods, and the odd decorations in restaurants]
God have mercy, it's already started.
[It's enough to make him want to turn around and run and go back the way he came, hot chocolate be damned. But he's definitely not a coward! He can...Endure this hideous excuse for a holiday...Really, he can. As such he directs his attention vaguely from the state of his surroundings to address the journal he's taken with him]
If any of you are out and about with bows and arrows, such as you were the last year...I deny any involvement in your ensuing, yet perfectly justifiable, demise.
And the tiny hearts starting to pop up in baked goods, and the odd decorations in restaurants]
God have mercy, it's already started.
[It's enough to make him want to turn around and run and go back the way he came, hot chocolate be damned. But he's definitely not a coward! He can...Endure this hideous excuse for a holiday...Really, he can. As such he directs his attention vaguely from the state of his surroundings to address the journal he's taken with him]
If any of you are out and about with bows and arrows, such as you were the last year...I deny any involvement in your ensuing, yet perfectly justifiable, demise.