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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jan 10, 2012 15:11:54 GMT
Though he tried, Galahad stumbled and had to be supported by the older knight. Morgan smiled a little as she saw his pride.
"You are hurt, Sir Galahad. Please sit down so I may help you. And you, sir, who might you be? How is it that you are travelling with Sir Gahalad?"
The older knight knew a lady when he saw one and he knew the name of Arthur's sister. He bowed to Morgan.
"I am Sir Cador, I serve the lord of Wylye, my lady. We are loyal to Arthur, every man of us. Sir Galahad was kind enough to help us with a problem. One of my lord's villages has been plagued by bandits. I very much hope they will trouble us no more."
"Let us hope that," Morgan said, smilling sweetly, though her tone indicated that she was not as happy as she made out. "Nobody could doubt Sir Galahad's courage. I am sure my brother will wish to reward him, when the time comes. If you have any further trouble, please send word to Sir Ector at Castle Camelot, with my compliments. He will send you men, I know it."
She smiled again and turned to Galahad.
"Now, Sir Galahad, let us see how badly you are wounded."
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jan 11, 2012 1:50:20 GMT
"It is nothing." Galahad said through clenched teeth. "A leg cramp, I will be fine in a moment."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jan 11, 2012 2:19:45 GMT
Morgan sighed as she looked him over.
"It is hardly that. Sit still. They don't call me Morgan the Healer for nothing."
She laid her hands on his thighs. He felt the warmth of her through his breeches and then the warmth spread through his body. It was a pleasant heat, just right. The pain slowly ebbed until he felt no more than mild aches in all the places where he had been injured. She took her hands off him and smiled.
"Is that better?"
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jan 11, 2012 2:22:51 GMT
Lancelot scoffed and moved back, not thinking he could take any more of his brothers nonsense with his usual good grace and charm.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jan 11, 2012 3:03:38 GMT
"It is hard to say." Galahad replied. "I was fine before, I am fine now. There is not much difference really."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jan 11, 2012 3:06:20 GMT
"As you wish," Morgan sighed, though she rolled her eyes a little. "We will bid farewell to your friends here and then we really must press on. . The quest awaits."
OOC - Galahad, you were very lucky you didn't get killed but I didn't post the stats so maybe that wasn't clear in my fight description
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jan 11, 2012 3:47:51 GMT
OOC- I know, Galahad is just being a difficult bastard.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jan 11, 2012 11:31:36 GMT
OOC - ok, cool. Moving you guys on a bit to the Cornish border now.
A little later they bid farewell to Galahad's recent companions, and, Morgan having consulted with Sir Cador about directions, made their way west, heading for Cornwall.
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As they reached the border, Morgan looked around at her companions. She was beginning to wish Tristram or Dinadan were with their group but it was too late now. She looked at the members of her group.
"Now remember, all of you, we are entering King Mark's territory. We must give no trouble, unless it is offered us first. We will need to make contact with the druids. If anyone knows precisely where the treasures will be, they will. Have any of you ever visited Cornwall before? I was just a child last I was here."
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jan 11, 2012 19:48:43 GMT
"I am sorry to say I have no my Lady," Lancelot said, with a shake of his beautiful golden head, his hair slightly windswept from travel but it seems to just give him the added effect of rougish charm, "I shall be relying on you whole heartedly."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jan 11, 2012 19:57:46 GMT
Her eyes widened slightly as she took in his male beauty. She covered her interest with a smile.
"I'm pleased you have such faith in me, Sir Lancelot. I'm sure all will be well."
She looked all around at the others.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jan 11, 2012 23:17:42 GMT
Galahad cleared his throat loudly, but said nothing.
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jan 11, 2012 23:21:21 GMT
"Are you unwell, brother? I would hate it if sickness prevented you coming any further with us," Lancelot said, though as usual in a way that you could take as either sincere or completely sarcastic.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jan 11, 2012 23:24:13 GMT
"I am perfectly well thank you." Galahad replied coldly. "In response to your query Lady Morgan, I have no idea why you think I would know the whereabouts of such individuals."
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Jan 11, 2012 23:32:25 GMT
Lancelot immediately glared round at his younger brother, "You are letting our family down, little brother. Lady Morgan is the sister of your King and she recently saved your life after you put our whole quest in danger with your foolhardy actions. If you were not my brother I would have finished the job the bandits started, just for shirking your responsibilities, and now you are breaking all codes of chivalry by being very rude to a Lady. You would do well to apologise," Lancelot replied, if Galahad's voice was cold, Lancelot's was ice now.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jan 11, 2012 23:36:48 GMT
Moirgan's temper was roused. She glared at Galahad.
"Thank you, Sir Lancelot. Sir Galahad, I was curious as to whether anyone knew the terrain, that's all. I know already of several locations where the druids might be found. And I will thank you to remember that we are engaged upon a most noble quest for the honour of Camelot."
Her gaze softened as she looked upon Lancelot.
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