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Post by Merlin Emrys on Oct 27, 2011 8:26:10 GMT
At the top of tallest and narrowest tower in the castle, known as the Magician's Roost, lies the residence of Merlin. He had lived there during the reign of King Uther and does the same under King Arthur. The room itself is a mess. Hundreds of books arrayed in towering stacks as well as assorted trinkets both magical and mundane, obscure the floor from being seen. A large birdhouse rests on a pole in a corner or the room, serving as a home for Merlin's pet owl Archimedes.
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Post by Merlin Emrys on Oct 27, 2011 8:36:29 GMT
Merlin sits at his desk in the middle of the chaos that is his room, brow furrowed in thought. An ornate pipe rests is in his mouth, which he lights with a magical spark from his fingers and puffs absentmindedly. A quill is in his hand, its tip black with ink, but the pages on his desk remain blank. On recommendation from Blaise, the sorcerer had decided to write an account of his life and the events he had lived through, in hopes that such tales would be of interest to future generations.
"I am not sure where to even begin." Merlin grumbled. Most would assume the famous wizard was talking to himself, when in reality he was talking to his pet owl, Archimedes.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Oct 27, 2011 10:06:25 GMT
Archimedes fluttered off his perch on the window and came to land on Merlin's desk. He looked over at the blank page with an intensity that was almost human.
*Begin with the beginning, you old fool! Tell them of your mother and your birth.*
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Post by Merlin Emrys on Oct 27, 2011 10:33:20 GMT
Merlin gave the bird an amused smile, seemingly ignoring the jape. He had become used to the owl's grumpy nature.
"Therein lies the problem, my old friend. Which version do I use? Demon, man, or something in between?" he asked whimsically.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Oct 27, 2011 10:41:29 GMT
Archimedes shrugged, a less than easy task when he had wings instead of arms. He feigned disinterest as he picked grit out of his feathers for a moment.
*Who are you writing for? Will they believe you are more than a man in a hundred years?*
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Post by Merlin Emrys on Oct 27, 2011 10:54:35 GMT
"Such legends tend to take on a life of their own once the masses get hold of it," Merlin replied while beginning to write, "Perhaps you'll be lost to the annals of history, but you may live on instead as Sir Archimedes the Feathered, slayer of dragons and rescuer of fair maidens." he finished with a hearty laugh.
He continued to write for some time before before stopping, crumpling up the sheet with an disapproving sigh, and tossing it over his shoulder to become lost in the various other objects.
"Perhaps I'll head to the throne room and see if Wart requires my sage wisdom." Roland said, using the moniker Arthur was called by during his youth.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Oct 27, 2011 10:59:39 GMT
*The boy always welcomes your counsel. But remember not to call him Wart in public* Archimedes grumbled. *I will get some sleep. Last night's hunting didn't go well.*
He closed his eyes and was silent then opened one again to peer at Merlin.
*And Merlin, you had best make sure I am not forgotten in history.*
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Post by Merlin Emrys on Oct 27, 2011 11:04:49 GMT
"I think King Wart has a melodic ring to it.", Merlin replied while getting to his feet and beginning to make his way out the door, "Rest well, and I'll make sure you're mentioned in the coming pages. Though the manner in which will be decided by how recently you've called me a fool."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Oct 27, 2011 11:11:27 GMT
Archimedes closed his eye, ruffled his feathers and pretended not to have heard Merlin's parting shot, but his thoughts were less than complimentary.
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