The Pendragon's Reign

The story so far...



It's about two months after the final Saxon battle of the movie, and Arthur is about to be crowned King. The crowing and a feast to follow will take place this very day. Everyone is gearing up for that, but not everyone is completely happy...Tristan (who was badly wounde din the fight) and Dagonet are both troubled, and Arthur is worried about his new responsibilities of running a kingdom. And new Saxon invasions may threaten soon! TPR is still a relatively new RP, and is pretty much wide open for whatever players want to plan. Come on in and give it a try! :D

(ooc: Posted on behalf of MBFC)

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Couching loudly Tristan woke up with a pounding headache, which he probably obtained from sleeping too much and drinking too little. A wry smile formed on his face never thought there would be a day when he would accuse himself of sleeping too much and drinking too little. The scout was known for going days without proper sleep and it seemed that this had finally caught up with him. Never one to listen to his own body the scout wasn’t about to do so this time. Looking around his spares room he noticed that no one had bothered to even put something to drink in there. So far for helping the sick get better . The stubborn scout was aware that he would probably end up hurting himself and getting Gawain to yell at him again when he sat up on his cot. At least he would get the golden knight to show some emotions, it seemed to Tristan that Gawain felt he was responsible for things that really weren’t his fault at all.

The first thing that struck Tristan as odd was the fact that the dizziness that had plagued him this morning had disappeared. Afraid that he might be cheering a little too soon the scout took his chance by getting up both his hands against the wall to keep himself balanced. Standing there for a little while the knight realized that the dizziness was indeed gone, maybe the fact that Gawain had made him eat something had a thing or two to do with it. The pain in his leg was still there and it was still as useless as it had been this morning, not that Tristan had suspected it to be otherwise. He was curious to see whether Gawain had gotten a move on whatever he might have in mind to help him out. The golden knight had promised to return once he had done a few things and Tristan had no idea how long he had been out. Perhaps he could get back to the stables his gut was telling him that he could find the knight there.

It took quite some work from the scout to get himself out of the knight’s quarters but he had managed and it had gone a lot better than it had gone this morning. Somehow he was pretty sure he wouldn’t find himself staring at the blue sky again while his back was on the muddy underground. The scout managed to get to the stables just in time to see some stranger yell at his horse that it was evil and bad. That was always something that could bring a smile on his usual stoic face. The smile was hidden again as he saw both Lancelot and Gawain, he really wasn’t up for a lot of conversation but then both knights knew this from him. The scout decided to wait near the exit and see whether either of his brothers would spot him.

(ooc: Posted on behalf of Lady Ione)

Arthur

He watched Lancelot leave, then looked back to the parchments on his desk.

Since he had been posted to Badon Hill, many battles and missions had been done in the name of peace. Now, the struggle had come full circle and peace had come to the land. Picking up one of the parchments, his deep green eyes stared at it for a long time.

He was not use to writing laws.

That had all been done by Rome, and Rome's laws had always been his laws, now he had the power to make a difference in the lives of those on this Isle. He had not liked it at first, but Guinevere had gradually made him see the Isle for the beauty it was: the lush green rolling hills that smelled of grass and wild heather, the soft winds that blew over the moors... winds that brought snow and brought Spring, the way the sounds of the birds could be heard in the trees on quiet summer nights.

The Isle of Britain was a true beauty that he hoped would be here long after he and the rest were gone.

Arthur stood up from his desk and walked over to where his Roman red cloak hung, and flung it over his shoulders. He had decided to dress in casual, but nice clothes for this Celebration: A tunic that tied and laced in the front (he left the ties hang loose), breeches that were tucked into the tops of his boots... and the red cloak. Arthur made his way to the door and stepped out of his office, closing and locking the door behind him, to visit the smithy who was working on the seal for the new realm.

The seal of the Pendragon.

His boots rang down the hall until he stepped out into the bright sunlight. Inhaling the fresh air, Arthur began to walk toward the smithy's....

(((ooc: anyone who wishes to talk with Arthur is welcome to do so :-D )))

(ooc: Posted on behalf of Knight of Sarmatia)

Lancelot:

Lancelot calmed his horse down with a firm command in Dacian before answering Gawain's question, "Have you seen Tristan? I was looking for him earlier and then needed to speak with Arthur."

(ooc: Posted on behalf of Unicorn)

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Nudd rised his head at Gawain and gave him a stern look. No! It doesn't mean anything! He wanted just to say this when Gawain spoke up to Lancelot standing near. Nudd didn't see him earlier so he was kind of schoked to see the man standing there.
Nudd looked quickly away but not in the matter that would disturb eaither Gawain nor Lancelot.
When the tall man moved away from the horse massaging his hand Gawain was there by his side already.

Nudd looked down at his scarred hand, not knowing completely that he was indeed massaging it! He rised his hand up to his eyes and looked at it with a frown.

"I'm alright..." he murmured. Gods he was almost sure he felt horse teeth on his skin! He frowned a little more, his finger traced along the worst line of his scar upon his palm.
And he had to look like lost in his own world. All of the sudden Nudd felt strange, like remembering something, but it lasted only few second before he lowered his hand and smiled a little. "I'm fine..."

(ooc: Posted on behalf of Livi)

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Still trying to grasp Nudd's hand, Gawain was listening to what Lancelot was saying as well. He nodded and smiled "Sure I've sent him back to his room for some rest.." despite Nudd's assurance he was fine he wanted to make sure the other man hadn't been bitten by Tristan's horse.

It was his own responsibility he was suppose to look after the horse, not let someone else take that role and injure himself. "Nudd, let me see that hand, please. I can take you to the healers if you need it."

He then turned to Lancelot smiling "Glad to see you on your feet as well Lance, how are you feeling?" then he spotted the shadowy scout at the entrance and his smile became a scowl.

"Damn it all! What are you doing here? How did you came here?" he growled.

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A slight frown formed on the scouts face as he listened to Lancelot asking Gawain whether he had seen him. Wondering just what the first knight wanted with him unless of course Arthur was looking for some information that the scout himself wasn’t about to deliver to his commanding officer. Whatever it could be it would only mean more troubles for the scout and he was about to turn his back towards the stables when the golden knight spotted him. So much for making a quick getaway, not that quick was something Tristan was at the moment.

“The evil spirits told me that someone was bothering my horse.” The scout answered deadpanned and not bothering to look at either Gawain or Lancelot his stare reserved for the odd figure that was claiming that he was alright. Tristan so wished that his dear old horse had bitten the man hard not because he didn’t like the man but simply because the horse could do so. The golden brown eyes lifted towards the ceiling of the stables for a moment before a spooky grin appeared on Tristan’s face. If the people wanted to believe he was evil and was possessed by evil spirits then be it he had no troubles with it. “Yes father…the non believers must be converted…yes father.” The grin growing bigger as the golden eyes stared at the stranger again.

(ooc: King Nudd is going to regret calling Tristan possessed)

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Nudd

Nudd felt uncomfortable with so many people around, especially Lancelot, who was looking dircetly in their direction. He was not going to show the hand to Gawain! He was not a child! And besides! He was not bitten! The horse missed him... or rather he was too fast for the damn animal!

Nudd sighed loudly and reluctantly allowed Gawain to look at his scarred, but not bitten hand.

"It's fine! See?"

The tall man looked quickly at the person close to the doors and gave the man frowning, suspicious face. He didn't like this man. Nudd felt even more uneasy with him here.

He frowned even more as the dark eyes of the scout were upon him... only on him! In that strange and angry way. Nudd swallowed roughly... his face falling. Evil spirits told him? Was it true then?
Why was he looking at him like that? What the hell was wrong with him?
And if the thing about evil spirits was true? Suddenly Nudd felt strangely hot inside... He was only kidding about this! And now it was becoming truth! He frowned at Tristan and stared into his piercing eyes.

Non believers? Gods! He got bad with the evil spirits! That will end in the worst way! He should get away from this! Father? About who was he talking? Devil? No... he was looking up not down! He swallowed hard again, and felt that he could not move a muscle! He stared still into his eyes and felt his heart beat a little faster... He was afraid of the man right now.


((ooc: Oh! Poor Nudd :P))

Gawain

Partially reassured by the other man Gawain checked the hand he was holding frowning at the multitude of scars he was seeing.
But in the end he let go and nodded "Glad to know..." He muttered at least someone was willing to do what he suggest not like a certain scout of theirs.

Snorting he turned to look at Tristan already shaking his head "The evil spirit that was your father is not talking to you Tristan.. but I will and I fully intend to use the advantage of my health to kick your butt if you don't sit immediately somewhere and rest that leg of yours!"

He felt his cheek redden as he realized that he had shouted the last phrase too concerned for his friend well being to notice. He groaned "Gods... I hope Arthur would came here and kick your butt himself...or Gods and good spirits alike will know that I can do it myself!"

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“My sanity has always been questioned so why should you think me sane now Gawain?” A slight twinkling of mischief formed in the golden eyes as he spotted the reaction of the strange man. It seemed that he had made quite the impression on the man. The physical reaction of the man might have been perceived as comical by the others but Tristan couldn’t laugh about it but that didn’t mean he wasn’t amused with what he had achieved in only such a short amount of time. It was a precious gift that Tristan had developed as a young child, because of his shyness as a child and the urge to be more alone than others he had found ways of keeping them away, making them frightened had always been the best way of securing his privacy. Keeping his eyes on the man instead of looking over to Gawain who appeared less than amused by him Tristan was interested to figuring out who the man was. He had never seen him before at the fortress nor even outside of it and the scout was familiar with all those that walked on the grounds surrounding the fortress. He had made it his task to quickly spot if someone was going to be trouble or not.

Shrugging his shoulders Tristan patted his pockets for a moment trying to figure out where he had left the apple he had stole this morning from the tavern table when no one was looking. It had been long since he had even wanted to have a slice of the lush sweet fruit but right now seemed the perfect opportunity. Letting his back rest against the door of the stables, which hadn’t been opened fully, causing the scout to stagger backwards a few paces as it swung backwards. The green apple that had been in his hands fell to the ground and rolled down the street as Tristan needed both hands to keep himself stable. If anyone didn’t know any better they would say that the knight was too drunk to stay on his feet but most people knew of his injuries only the new arrivals didn’t. It had required for him to lean a little on his injured leg causing it to twist at the ankle emitting a little groan from the stoic scout.

Lancelot:

Lancelot didn't fully hear what Gawain was saying to him but turned to speak to Tristan after the blond knight was done with what he was saying to the scout. He was just about to tell Tristan what he wanted to show him before the older man fell, "Tristan..." He said before running over to help him. "Don't fight me, let me help." He said as he got to the man's side.

Gawain

Gawain moved to catch Tristan when he saw him stumbling around but Lancelot was quicker than him.

He stood just there and looked away, Lance has ignored him and maybe he was right in doing so. After all he had been taking care of Tristan and the result was that the scout had almost hurt himself again.

Feeling ashamed the blond knight simply turned back and walked over to his horse. Stroking the large neck he tried to hide his disappointment and his guilt.

He sighed knowing he wouldn't be able to hide his feeling when trapped into the stables with other people. So he simply forced a smile on his face and turned around walking over to the entrance "Well...it seems Lance would be the one taking over the mother hen role. I shall be going out then. See you tonight...or later."

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Before the scout could do anything about it Lancelot had moved to his side and was actually trying to help him out. Tristan can handle Gawain trying to help him out because it was in the knight’s nature to help people out Lancelot usually thought about himself before of others. The scout had managed to remain upright and was glad to see he could remain in the position he was in, it stead of being in the stables he stood outside of the stables his back leaning against the door and two hands keeping him stable. Struggling against Lancelot Tristan pushed to other away, the dark knight should know that his brother didn’t like to be touched that much, the golden brown eyes glared at the knight his lips a thin line out of anger. He didn’t need the help he could manage just fine he had done so over several years and will do so for many a year to come.

Looking up to find Gawain already on his horse Tristan realized that he might have screwed things up royally with his other brother. “Gawain…” The tone of Tristan’s voice was filled with a warning there was no way the golden knight was going to leave him in the hands of Lancelot. His eyes holding a slight pleading look that was meant alone for the knight that had decided to ride away from it all.

Lancelot:

Lancelot did a double take when he saw the look on Tristan’s face and then tried to make out what everyone was saying before finally having enough, “For the love of the Gods…” He said. “If you want to curse me you’re going to have to do it to my face. I’m deaf in one ear.” He looked down at Tristan. “If you want to spend all day on your ass in the dirt it’s your choice but I’m not as self centered as everyone thinks. I’m tired of everyone looking at me like I’m some sort of thing with three heads or thinking I’m doing it for my own gain every time I try to help someone. If you truly got a good look at my heart and my past you wouldn’t think that at all.”

He held out a hand to the scout, “Now, if we’re both done being stubborn asses lets get you up and I’ll take a look at that leg of yours. I think I have a way to help you walk a little easier until it fully heals.”

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Shaking his head in disagreement with Lancelot’s words Tristan wondered what on earth he had done to deserve such a royal treatment from the first knight. It appeared that Lancelot had forgotten who had spent the last fifteen years fighting at his site when he complains about Tristan not knowing Lancelot. The scout had been there, although he might not have been close with Lancelot, since he was a loner after all, he had observed all his brothers throughout these years. He probably knew them better than most of his fellow knights knew themselves which was why it probably was wiser to keep his mouth shut when Lancelot was in such a mood. The one thing he couldn’t understand why all of a sudden everyone thought that they where a healer and could magically fix the damage on his leg.

“I case you didn’t noticed my ass isn’t sitting in the dirt.” Again another push against Lancelots’ arms if anything the man was going to cause the scout to lose the remainder of his balance with his actions. His right arm clutching the door tightly as he lifted his injured leg a little so it stood back on the sole of his foot. “Besides you have never been a healer what makes you think you are one now?”

(ooc: Stubborn scout alert)

Rhea

The Roman healer walked silently toward the stables. She has packed a full load of herbs ready to assist whoever would be too inebriate that night after the first day of celebration.

The blond girl could already feel tired thinking about the load of work she would be in tomorrow. How many knights and soldiers would be out of their feet and groaning and grunting in pain from hungover?

She frowned hearing voice rising from the stables and was very surprised to see the knight Tristan there. She had been warned that he was dangerous especially since he has been injured.

Again Rhea young visage crunched up in a scowl. He seemed even worse than what described to her. How dare him talk to his friend like this? Sir Lancelot seemed only to be helping.

Knowing those weren't her business she stepped inside the stables but tried to stay away from the argument. She spotted another man there, tall and silent and she wonder who he was. Trying to cover her sudden shyness she walked tall and proud toward one of the empty stalls that were keeping the reserve of herbs for the horses.

The stable boys would know what to do with them, but she felt like helping them too by adding a few of the herbs she has been collecting recently. Trying to walk directly toward it she didn't notice the apple on the ground and almost end up tumbling and ending up with "HER" butt on the ground.

Blushing furiously she tried to recover her dignity and stand on her own hoping no one has noticed her slip. She bent down and picked up the offending apple with a frown. Then she looked around, not having had her lunch she was feeling quite famished. Since it seems the apple was of no one there she gave it a large bite. If the owner came forward she could always pay it back.

((ooc: let's hope the stubborn scout wouldn't bite her because of the apple))

Lancelot:

"Because I've been the closest one to it on missions Tristan. Or have you forgotten all the times I've had to dig things out or set bones. I'm not saying I'm a fully trained healer because I'm not... I've really always wanted to be but I'm still learning. What I know comes from my parents and trial and error. All I'm trying to do is find a new way of life like everyone else."

He winced a little and placed a hand on his side before cursing when he felt blood. Lance was exhausted, in pain and mentally broken. Trying to find a way out of a dark tunnel he felt he was lost in.

((OOC: Sorry, I miss read and thought Tristan fell on his ass. Lance can be just as stubborn and right now he is very lost.))

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“Not on me you haven’t.” Not that the scout didn’t trust Lancelot’s skills when it came to healing Tristan managed to take care of himself like his grandfather had taught him when he was younger. It was also essential that a scout could manage broken bones, arrows heads in body parts and other injuries on his own because that was what he would be. One his own a lot so it was only very rarely that the scout had sought out one of his brothers when he was injured. So as far as they were concerned the scout hardly injured himself. Even when the Roman held a bigger power of them when they were younger and Tristan got into trouble because of something he did he nurses himself back to health.

He noticed the blood that was flowing from Lancelot’s side and a slight frown formed on his face. “Would be wiser If you played healer on yourself before attempting to safe other peoples lifes.” Looking around Tristan realized that they were alone, Gawain was gone and the stranger hadn’t move that much at all. Ignoring his own pain and troubles for now he motioned for one of the stable boys to come closer. In short words the scout summons the boy to go and get a healer for the stubborn dark knight.

The golden eyes fell upon the blond Roman girl he had seen before, it was odd to still find here her. He figured that she would have returned back to Roman with her family. A slight irritation followed when he spotted his prized apple in her hand and she munching happily on it. Huffing a little before turning his attention back to Lancelot. Gawain had really picked the perfect opportunity to leave him behind in the ‘able’ hands of their brother and first knight.

(ooc: Rhea is in trouble for the whole apple thingy)

Rhea

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The blond roman healer felt eyes upon her and she turned toward Tristan. Already that man unnerved her. She left her herbs and hurried to get out, but noticed the commotion and the blood.

She took a long look at sir Lancelot and couldn't help but blush in his presence. Stepping forward she made her presence know to both knights, even thought the irritating scout already knew she was there.

"Sir Lancelot, sir. Can I help you? I see you are bleeding, please...let me be of some help." she stood in front of him reaching out with her hand for his side but not going further into his space knowing the knights were very easy to anger, or so that was said in the healing wing.

The poor knight was injured and even though he was so weak he had tried to help his friend. Oh how noble he was. And that annoying scout instead of be grateful was pushing his friend away.

Shaking her head she tried to push away those thoughts, she would deal with the scout later, or maybe not... but for now she should just forget about him.


Gawain

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Walking around the fort while everyone was busy making preparation was interesting. The blond knight had already seen many funny scenes of people being kicked by their wives and forced to carry lots of things around.

Women were really strange in his opinion. Gawain was making sure not to meet anyone he knew, he felt bad to have left Tristan and Lancelot but he wasn't needed there. They were much better without him.

He did wonder where Galahad was. His friend has always been around and now he was impossible to found. Sighing he tried to find a spot to rest and be in peace until the starting of the celebration.

He would have liked to spend time with Galahad, or even Bors out of his brothers knights those two were the last to have been effected by the battle of Badon. At least that was what he felt.

With Galahad he could always talk about what the other man wanted to do, and with Bors he could always listen to him babbling proudly about how many children his Gilly has fought against and win.

He smiled at this.

To see Bors with his children, and possibly Drake with his too...or Dagonet with the little boy that was always beside him... He felt so old. And alone.

(ooc: Livi, Gawain is so :sad: !! He needs a woman, poor thing :lol:)

((OOC: :P yeah he thinks so as well... :lol: ))

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To make things even worse than they already where the scout saw the blond Roman girl move towards them, of course why should today be any different pretty woman flawing down on their knees to take care of the dark knight. Yet he had not expected it from this one but then again Tristan had never given her that much attention at all, if his memory served him correctly he had even growled at her at one point or another while he was stashed in the house of healing.

“Not on me you haven’t.” Not that the scout didn’t trust Lancelot’s skills when it came to healing Tristan managed to take care of himself like his grandfather had taught him when he was younger. It was also essential that a scout could manage broken bones, arrows heads in body parts and other injuries on his own because that was what he would be. One his own a lot so it was only very rarely that the scout had sought out one of his brothers when he was injured. So as far as they were concerned the scout hardly injured himself. Even when the Roman held a bigger power of them when they were younger and Tristan got into trouble because of something he did he nurses himself back to health. The blush that formed on her face did not go unnoticed as she stepped forward and addressed Lancelot. Sir Lancelot. Internally the scout snorted at her address the knight before her was probably of a less noble birth than her and had done far less noble things that that little innocent mind could wrap itself around.

“Woman.” Tristan growled in her direction clearly annoyed that she had chosen to flaunt all over Lancelot the noble knight. “…he needs to get into the house of healing. Damned bastard things that he is capable of taking care of those who require far less care than himself.” It might be the most he had ever spoken to the girl and his tone wasn’t entirely pleasant but then Tristan hardly ever addressed women and there for had no idea about the impact his tone could have. “Take his left arm…I’ll take the right and we’ll lift him there.” If only Gawain would be around then Tristan would have to drag the heavy assed first knight into the house of healing. Then he would also not have to worry about getting stuck in there as well because of his own injuries. Clenching his jaws tightly together Tristan ignored his own bodily protests as he hoisted Lancelot’s right arm over his shoulder, with any luck the knight would still be able to walk and they could keep each other upright with the help of the girl.”Lance you bastard you better help out here.” Balancing as he stood Tristan turned his golden brown eyes towards the girl silently seeing if she was going to help out or not.

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Feeling thirsty and rather tired Stinne had sat down on the edge of the field she and her brother had been preparing to be sowed with wheat. The broad back of her brother was turned towards her and the brunette knew that he wouldn’t mind her taking a little rest now. The work was almost done and all that was left was to get the seeds out on the field that task wouldn’t take them that long and then they could still go to the festivities of this evening. The whole journey had been more tiresome than she was willing to admit to her brother, he only meant well but he seemed to forget that she was not as strong as he was. Her eyes took in the scenery around her and she noticed a familiar sight, a sight that managed to bring a strong smile back to her face. Gawain.

Lifting her hand she waved at him, like she had done in the tavern, but she wasn’t sure he would see her. Of course why would an important knight like him want to see here, there were probably dozens of women in the fortress or even the country that were fighting for his attention. Not that Stinne wanted his attention, well actually she did but she wasn’t sure why that was. The brunette had learned this morning that the knight was extremely nice to talk to, even funny. Yet she couldn’t help but feel a little sad for him as he spoke of his friends.

(ooc: No idea about farming so I just made some things up)

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Suddenly felt somehow out of place and the world started to turn in the way he didn't understand. Gawan looked at his hand and Nudd noticed the frown upon it... Oh! The scars... well he didn't care about them, but somebody found the disguasting or surprising to see.
Then that creepy and dark knight talking or rather arguing with Gawain. Lancelot's presence... Everything came to him in a shock as he wasn't moving for a long time, paralised by Tristan's eyes.
Then a woman came... Tristan started to fell... Lancelot... some bleeding.

Nudd shook his head... Damn it! How he could stay like an ass doing nothing.. He felt like he lost himself in time!

Nudd looked at their direction and frowned slightly. He saw how Lancelot was barely standing... and how Tristan injured himself was trying to help him with a girl. Nudd fought with himself. He was suppose to be out of sight from people like Lancelot - on high ranks... The future king and his best friend and first knight.
But he could not watch the three of them struggle to keep somebody standing while he could do it without much strenghts.
He sighed... and rubbed his hands in his trousers nervously.
"Alright... This is really bad idea..." he murmured to himself. "You stupid..." still whispering and murmuring to himself the tall man approached the three people.

He cleared his throat deliberately and caught Lancelot's shoulder trying to support the man instead of the woman by his side. He had to lower himself slightly to be able to help. His eyes met Tristan's briefly...

"I can take him myself..." he said and avoided Lancelot's eyes... turning his head slightly from him. Then he looked back at Tristan and the woman and gave them both wide heartly smile...

Rhea

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Woman?

How impersonal that was. And how dare him speak like this to her? And mostly how dare he speak like this about his hurting friend?

The blond roman girl felt the sudden urgency to slap him hard and try to knock some sense and gentleness into that rude man. Tristan. Oh..how rude his name is. He is really a barbarian.

She looked coldly to him and moved to help the suffering Lancelot but the tall stranger beat her to it. Blushing she gazed upward to his face and she smiled a little to him.

"Oh can you? That would be perfect!" she turned to look at Tristan with a frown "I don't think he should be allowed out of bed himself." then back to Nudd "I am very grateful for your kind offer, sir."


Gawain

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Feeling eyes upon himself Gawain looked up but couldn't see anyone looking his way close by himself. Sighing and feeling even more like a fool he stood up from his place beside the wall and began walking toward the knights' quarters. Maybe some rest would help him regain his good mood or at least find the strengths to fake it.

He caught sight of the young couple of siblings that were faking to be married and smiled wondering how nice it was to have a family member so close by.

Cut it out old man... he forced himself back on his way growling to himself I need to get laid... I need to really take my mind out of this creepy black mood.


((ooc: :argh: GAWAIN!!!! ))

Lancelot:

Lancelot shook his head as if he was trying to clear it and stepped back from everyone. He knew people were talking to him and he knew he was bleeding again but he just couldn’t process it “I don’t need anyone’s help. Just leave me alone… like always.” He said before heading for his rooms where he had his medical kit.

((OOC: Avalonianmists and I just came up with a bit of a plot so I needed to free Lance up. I’m kind of on my last brain cell and Lance really wants to hit Tristan over the head at the moment.)

Aurelia

Aurelia walked, slowly, towards the stables. She felt at home with the horses. Her dark curls blew softly in the breeze as she walked along the road to the stable. She heard voices as she approached the stables and boldly walked into the stables, head held high. She noticed the scout, one whom she'd yet to meet but had heard tons about. The she saw the blonde woman she didn't know. She watched as the man with his dark hair took a step back from the two around him.

"Let him be," Aurelia stated, moving forward to steady the man. She noted that this was the dark knight who'd given her the once over earlier that day in the tavern. "I'll take care of him." She wasn't sure if she could. The dark knight was bleeding heavily. Ignoring the two in the stables, Aurelia began to inspect the man's wound. Judging by the looks, he'd been shot by a Saxon crossbow bolt. "You recently defeated the Saxons," Aurelia talked to herself, and half to the dark knight. "And tehy tried to defeat you. Most know that the Saxons kill everything in their paths! How could you be so stupid! How could your commander be so stupid?" Aurelia ranted. She didn't care of the dark knight heard her or not. If he didn't get the bleeding stopped, he'd soon be dead.

"Lead the way to your quarters, knight," Aurelia told the dark knight and glanced back at the man and woman. "I'll take care of you two later."

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If anything Tristan wished he could just smirked at the blond girl seeing the cold look she had just given him but his trail of thought was interrupted when the stranger coughed to gain their attention. This was of course a welcome offer since it would mean that Tristan didn’t have to drag the stubborn first knight anywhere on his own or even more prefect if he could get the girl and the stranger to lift Lancelot into the house of healing. Which would mean the scout could return to his own room and not be bothered by it all any longer.

Snorting a little at her comments and at the looked that was directed at him Tristan kept his face impassive as he looked over at the pair past Lancelot. Who seemed to be getting worse with each passing moment? Raising one eyebrow when he saw the dark knight shaking his head and muttering something about not needing anyone’s help. For fuck sake what on earth was up with him, he was behaving rather oddly today. One minute he was yelling at Tristan for not wanting his help and now he didn’t want any help himself when it was clear he needed it. There was a slight pricking on the back of his head that alerted the scout that another person was getting ready to mingle where it wasn’t needed.

Things had started to move quicker than the scout was used to at this moment but there was one thing he was sure of that there was no way in Arthur’s hell that he would let a stranger drag his brother away from him with such words. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Tristan’s voice was low and threateningly as he grabbed hold of the strange woman’s arm. It wasn’t against Tristan’s nature to harm or even kill a woman when he thought they meant harm to the ones he held dare to his heart. Stepping in front of Lancelot he looked at the healer and the stranger that still stood close, he would need their help to figure out what was going on. “Don’t think because you just drop in on us like that we are going to let you have your way. What makes you think I’ll trust you when I don’t even know you.”

“You take him to the house of healing.” Tristan pointed towards the strange man that had accused him of being possessed by evil spirits. Before looking at the blond figuring out whether it would be wiser to let her go with Lancelot or remain at his side incase the strange woman was up to something. “You can go with him.” Tristan decided that it would be safer for the blond healer to go with the stranger and Lancelot. The golden brown eyes narrowed as Tristan’s face remained impassive his hand traveling towards a knife which he could easily lodge into the woman’s body before she made a move on him.

(ooc: you’re not getting away that easy, lancelot can be free just as soon Tristan figures out what is happening.)

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A little disappoint Stinne let her hand fall back into her lap as she noted the lack of reaction from the knight. He had seemed so nice this morning and right now it seemed like he didn’t want to have anything to do with her after all. Perhaps her brother was right when he told her that the knight had been kind to her but would probably forget her very soon. Feeling highly silly about her own childish behaviour when it come to romantic notions Stinne glanced down back at the cup she was holding in her other hand. Letting out a soft sigh before finished the drink in one final sip. Getting back to her feet she brushed over her dress with her hand before placing the cup back on the ground. Looking over her shoulder she could see that her brother was still busy as he thoughts again drifted back to the knight. He did seem a little depressed this morning which might explain the lack of reaction at this moment. Shaking her head slightly the brunette reprimanded herself for letting such foolish notions get into her head.

Gawain

Gawain walked toward the garrison and waved here and there to people he knew. He didn't know where he was heading, but perhaps a visit to Arthur was due since he hadn't seen the future king in a while.

Resolutely he walked inside toward the room where he hoped Arthur was. Brushing one hand in front of him he looked around. He felt he should be smiling and making jokes, maybe Arthur was already worried on his own.

He knocked at the door and waiter for reaction. All in all he wonder where Galahad has hidden himself in. He frowned, maybe his friend has been hiding with that young Raven girl that they have met in the morning.

Another frown. How many new people were in the garrison at the moment? there were Stinne and her brother, that Nudd guy..and so many others people. And Stinne... wait, he had already said that... Shaking his head he turned to the present.

He felt like frowning again but if he keep it up he would end up with more wrinkles than ever, and not even his beard or hair would hide it. With a snort he looked at the closed door and wonder if he had got a reply or not.

A groan formed from his throat and he looked up at the ceiling. He should remember to go check on Tristan, maybe drag a healer with him too, and hope his friend wouldn't kill him in the end.

Not sure if he had been answered yet he tried again, but this time he called out "Uh...Arthur, it's me Gawain. Can I came in?"

Not receiving answer he sighed. Gods... where is everyone gone?? I only met new people and those I wish to meet are gone... Sighing the blond knight walked away toward his rooms, maybe he could rest for a little while.

((OOC: had to edit this post or he'll get stuck until another ;_; Arthur would came out...))

This post has been edited by Livigiano on Jan 25 2009, 10:45 AM