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Post by Morgan le Fay on Oct 23, 2011 19:20:13 GMT
Where feasts are held. The dais is dominated by a great round table, a gift from King Leodegrance of Cameliard, one of Arthur's client-kings
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Oct 28, 2011 18:26:55 GMT
The feast to celebrate Beltane has now begun and the guests are awaited. The tables are filled with food and drink. The following are in attendance:
King Arthur - High King of the Britons Morgan le Fay - Arthur's sister, a sorceress Morgause - Arthur's sister, a sorceress Viviane - Lady of the Lake, ruler of Avalon, a druidess Gaius - druid and physician Geoffrey of Monmouth - priest and librarian Thomas Malory - the King's squire
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Oct 28, 2011 20:26:35 GMT
Lancelot entered the hall, not a hair out of place and looking resplendent in a dark green tunic. His sword on his hip, attached to a black belt. He wore black breeches and black knee high boots.
He smiled dazzlingly to those who caught his eye, but his mood was dark, and those who knew him well could see it in his eyes.
After bowing to the King, Lancelot went over to his mother, bowed and took a seat next to her, "Pleasant evening, Mother," he greeted, "I trust you are well."
Sometime after Lancelot entered, Iseult entered the hall, wearing a deep blue dress that enhanced the red of her rather than clashed with it. The dress was light and floaty, as befitting spring with large baggy sleeves.
She curtsied to Arthur as she entered the room and went towards Morgan, "Lady Morgan, may I sit with you please?" she asked in a bright, enthusiastic voice.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Oct 28, 2011 20:38:59 GMT
Viviane was in pale blue trimmed with while. Her hair was long and fair, now wound around her head in a plaited coronet with pearls amid the strands. She smiled warmly upon her son.
"I am very well, Lancelot, I thank you. You look very healthy and strong. Camelot seems to suit you. Are you happy here?"
Morgan had been whispering with her sister Morgause but she turned and smiled when she saw Iseult. Morgause, who had been leaning over her sister's chair, nodded abruptly to Iseult before looking over towards the door to see if any new men were about to enter.
"Of course you may! Morgause and I were just complimenting one another on our dresses. You look very pretty too, Iseult. The colour suits you well and so does the style. You were born to wear loose dresses like that."
Morgan herself was in deep red, almost burgundy. She wore a circlet of gold on her head, studded with tiny rubies. Her dress was fitted in the bodice but otherwise long and flowing and her girdle was gold.
"Don't mind Morgause," she whispered. "She has only one topic on her mind today."
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Post by Hallewes on Oct 28, 2011 20:55:23 GMT
Hallewes entered, she was dressing in black as normal.
As a pagan she was no stranger to Beltane but she celebrated it normally on her own.
She saw Morgan & Morgause at the table and inclined her head at them. She had heard rumors of Arthurs sisters but had only met Morgan once before in passing.
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Post by Lady Iseult of Ireland on Oct 28, 2011 21:06:28 GMT
Lancelot smiled at his mother, "I am very healthy and strong," he agreed and then considered her question, "It is not Avalon, but then again, nowhere is. I am very content here, but missing my mother, of course." Lancelot replied, honestly, he could never lie to his mother.
Iseult didn't believe morgan about what she and her sister had been discussing but that did not matter to her, "I thank you, and may I say that Lady Morgause's compliments could be nothing but the truth, you look lovely," she did not feel the need to acknowledge her own compliment beyond another bright smile.
She sat down next to Morgan, "I have already forgotten it, we are all a little beside ourselves this time of year, I think." She whispered back, "But I must ask what topic that could be." She thought she had a vague idea.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Oct 28, 2011 21:28:46 GMT
"You are kind to say so, my son. I agree, Avalon is like no other place in this world. I may consider staying a little while, we'll have to see. Avalon can manage without me if need be, but not forever."
She smiled and laid her hand on his.
"Has any lady caught your eye yet?"
Morgan nodded as she saw the sorceress, her expression mildly friend, but she was otherwise engaged in her conversation with Iseult. She grinned at the Irish girl.
"Men, of course. Especially with the festivitities. Morgause is probably looking for a suitable knight to celebrate with. As for me, I will wait and see if any man catches my eye at the fires. I will not go looking for him."
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Post by Sir Marrok & Versipellis on Oct 28, 2011 21:35:17 GMT
Sir Marrok entered the feast. Under a studded leather doublet, he wore a sage cotton shirt and brown breeches and a fine pair of leather boots. His hair was naturally shaggy, though he had shaved for the occasion ; only a 5 o'clock shadow remaining.
He immediately made for his place near the King as one of his personal bodyguard.
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Post by Sir Ironside/Merlin on Oct 28, 2011 21:40:34 GMT
Sir Ironside entered the feast at Hallewas' side, his crimson plate replaced with a tunic and breeches of the same color. He carried his his sword at his hip and glanced around the table at those in attendance. He took notice of the numerous fair maidens in Arthur's court.
Beltane was a celebration of the primal in the Red Lands, often culminated with vicious blood sports. The victors often found three or four willing admirers waiting in their bedrolls at the end of each night. The Red Knight was curious how different the Camelot celebrations would be with the christian church watching like hawks.
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Post by Merlin Emrys on Oct 28, 2011 21:50:23 GMT
Merlin arrived in his usual attire of simple brown robes. With all the feasts in this kingdom, he was too old to be bothered with dressing up for them. He took a seat next to Arthur and surveyed the eclectic mix of guests.
"I'm not sure our lessons prepared you for dealing with such a strange mix of people, Your Grace.", he mused in a jokingly apologetic tone, "Perhaps I should have turned you into a platypus..."
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Post by Sir Marrok & Versipellis on Oct 28, 2011 21:53:47 GMT
"A platypus?" Sir Marrok interjected, confused.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Oct 28, 2011 21:57:30 GMT
Arthur looked at Merlin in confusion, his cup of wine in hand and his brow furrowed.
"What is a platypus, Merlin?"
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Meanwhile, Morgause skipped over to Hallewes and Sir Ironside. She had a light in her eyes as she sized them up, lingering on the knight.
"Greetings to you both. I hear you are a sorceress," she said to Hallewes. "And is this your gallant protector?"
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Post by Merlin Emrys on Oct 28, 2011 22:01:43 GMT
"It is an egg-laying, venomous, duck-billed, beaver-tailed, otter-footed, mammal." Merlin replied to the king and his bodyguard, with a playful glint in his eye. No doubt both men thought he had invented the creature off the top of his head. "I can think of no being better suited to prepare you for dealings with...unique people."
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Post by Hallewes on Oct 28, 2011 22:03:14 GMT
Hallewes raised her eyebrow.
"I am talented in the art of Sorcery." She admitted. "I have heard a rumor that you practise the arts yourself."
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Post by Sir Ironside/Merlin on Oct 28, 2011 22:04:33 GMT
"You've got half of that right at least." Ironside replied gruffly with his chilling smirk to the curvaceous woman that greeted them. He had been called many things in his life, but "gallant" was never one of them.
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