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Post by Sir Mordred Pendragon on Nov 1, 2011 1:58:15 GMT
Mordred slowed as the woman entered the feast hall looking down at his goblet the cheap wine of Arthurs court had changed into the rare vintage he had tried so long ago while in Rome. As it slide down his throat a etheral blanket covered the man calming him. As his younger brother began to speak and call for a quest Mordred was silent for the time.
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Post by Sir Marrok & Versipellis on Nov 1, 2011 2:56:15 GMT
Ser Marrok spoke, barely more than a whisper about the din. "I am with you, Arthur. Always," he repeated his vow.
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Post by Sir Lamorak / Diwrnach on Nov 1, 2011 3:47:00 GMT
Sir Lamorak drank from his goblet in disbelief then called out with the others that he would join the king's quest.
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"Fools" Diwrnach scoffed though not loud enough for others to hear. Perhaps he would set out on his own quest.
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Post by Taliesin on Nov 1, 2011 7:18:55 GMT
Taliesin had been playing before the music and grail celebration interrupted. He reached down for the wooden tankard he carried -an item he himself had made as a boy- and watched it fill with a liquid whose smell he remembered almost immediately. He took a mouthful and gave a wincing smile as he recalled his father's homemade brandy, the long-lost beverage bringing tears and memories to his eyes.
He watched as one after another rose to accept King Arthur's quest, and set his tankard down on a barrel beside his chair. He rose, thrusting the lute he carried up in the air, "May my lute warm your heart, my pipes bring you joy, and my bow protect you, my King!" he shouted in his thickly accented voice.
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Post by Merlin Emrys on Nov 1, 2011 7:49:53 GMT
Merlin looked took a drink from his own glass and gave a hearty laugh. It was filled with water, pure, cold, and refreshing. It was likely from a mountain spring yet undiscovered by man.
"I think these old bones could use an adventure!" he shouted out, filled with youthful energy.
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Post by Sir Ironside/Merlin on Nov 1, 2011 7:53:42 GMT
Sir Ironside warily drank from his own tankard. When he tasted what was inside, he grinned and drank deep. It was a dark ale, almost black, that was brewed exclusively in the Red Lands. He felt a small pang of sadness, remembering better days spent drinking with his brothers after a hard won victory on the battlefield.
He remained silent, lost in his own thoughts, as the various guests offered their services to Arthur's cause.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 10:30:02 GMT
"Be welcome, all of you," Arthur cried, opening his arms to encompass all those who had added their voices. "Your loyalty fills my heart with joy. Now let us eat and drink and then we shall celebrate Beltane according to our needs."
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Post by Sir Lamorak / Diwrnach on Nov 1, 2011 12:08:44 GMT
Diwrnach continued to walk through the room studying those in attendance paying attention to who took up the quest and those that did not.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 12:51:10 GMT
The druid Gaius appropriated Diwrnach.
"What do think of all this?" He asked. "It was a miracle, I don't deny it, but it all seems like young men - and a few women - with fire in their blood."
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Post by King Lot of Orkney on Nov 1, 2011 14:23:06 GMT
A sneer of disgust on his face, Lot emptied his cup, not looking at it. What he wanted to drink would not be in there. He needed to gain it himself. "What a vigorous crowd Arthur entertains at Camelot.", he remarked to Morgause.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 14:28:01 GMT
"Yes, he does. But he is a young king and a young king wants a young court," Morgause said. "But I think it's all nonsense. Power is what matters, not silly visions. I think it's some trick of Merlin's, my lord. I certainly shan't be going on the silly little quest."
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Post by King Lot of Orkney on Nov 1, 2011 14:32:04 GMT
"True words. And plunging into an unknown situation is quite fatuous. " He lowered his voice. "What made you say you believe this to be Merlin's doing?"
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 14:49:54 GMT
"Who else would trouble to create a vision? That business with the sword Clarent was rumoured to be something to do with him, so I thought perhaps it was the same here. I want no part of it, anyway. I just want to marry you and rule your castle, as is proper. I'm sure it must be most uncomfortable riding around the countryside for days on end looking for something that's not worth finding," Morgause grumbled.
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Post by King Lot of Orkney on Nov 1, 2011 15:08:35 GMT
Despite himself, lot had to snicker a bit. " You speak beautiful. And you've penetrated right to the core- it's nonsense. But it's the way a man gains fame, honour, standing. My sons will have to participate." Lot stopped. " Must be strange for you, my sons being much your age."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Nov 1, 2011 15:13:33 GMT
Morgause shrugged.
"It doesn't matter to me, though I did wonder why my brother chose me to marry you and not your eldest son. Not that I've any complaints. I'd rather be a Queen than not. What shall you do, my lord? Will you go back to Lothian or stay here in Camelot?"
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