Up at the break of dawn (Raven)

[Morgause]

Morgause internally groaned as she heard the sound of a local Cockerel roaming the lengths of the Druid Camp burst into it's series of howling wails of songs and repeating its annoying loud wailing over and over again, rattling throughout her brain as she was forced to listen until the inaudible noise stopped. She dared a hand outside of her warm, cosy bed and forced her tired eyes open to locate the noise of the annoying bird keen to raise everyone out of their beds. Why did that stupid bird insist on doing it every single morning, despite her many attempts at shutting the thing up; there seemed no end to the frustrating sound. She knew now that she wasn't going to get back to sleep again so there seemed need to silence the silly bird.

"forsýgian"

The bird hiccuped for a second, before opening it's mouth to produce no sound whatsoever. She had temporarily silenced the bird allowing her to get on with her day free with the essence of silence giving her the ability to think straight instead of having to factor out that hideous noise.

The sun was only just beginning to rise so it was likely that the rest of the druids around the camp would not be awake. She needed a bit of time to think and a chance to break away from them for the time being as the only reason why she stayed was to lie low. The druid camp was known for being notourisly difficult to find and get to which bode incredibly well for her for she did not want to be found. It would prove important to future plans that she laid low, so when the time came to strike there would be no potential pitfalls to get in the way.

As Morgause drew herself out of bed, she began to get ready and left the camp on her horse with no fuss whatsoever. Once she had got changed, her stomach rumbled and complained in protest to not eating for several hours, influencing her decision to pop out to satsify her hunger and thirst before she even thought about doing anything else. Being ever so light-footed, she was able to eave without being noticed, which was the way she liked. Morgause glazed her eyes around the atmopshere. It was like a baron wasteland; she could see no one. The remnants of a foggy mist hung heavily over the streets of Camelot, accompanied with steady trickle of falling rain as it began to tail off to make way for the small window of forecasted sunshine. Riding further and further away from the recognition of the camp she began to venture into the depths of Camelot to a place that could supply her with some sort of beverage.

Going at this time in the morning ensured that she would not cross paths with too many people. After riding for a short duration, she was in luck to find the Ram open. Standing opposite her was an old stlyed pub, traditional in its values serving traditional ales and large tankards of mead. Not being able to stand the cold weather and rain anymore, she elegantly half-ran across the street and flew a hand to secure her hood to make sure it didn't fly off in the process.

Morgause silently slipped into the room, being kee not to announce her presence to the rest of the room and instead go more or less unnoticed. She approached the counter, still with her oak coloured cloak hood raised. "Tankard of Ale" She stated, not bothering to say 'please' or 'thank you' for what was the point in being polite when you got exactly the same without saying the supposid 'magic world'? When Morgause glimpsed at herself in the dusty, reflective mirror behind the counter, she couldn't help but notice she looked rather shady and suspicious, so lowered her hood to try a shot at looking inconscopcious and innocent.

[Lady Raven Silvester]

Raven woke up to the sun blaring through her curtains. She got up and dressed. She didnt bother with breakfast as she decided to go to the local tavern. She slipped on her heeled shoes and went to go get her steed. She mounted him and made sure she had her spellbook on her.

As Raven trotted through the town, she noticed a man crying. Raven dismounted and walked up to the man. "Is everything alright?" she asked him. "It's me wife. She's dying M'Lady." he sobbed. Raven followed the man to his home. "Don't worry I'll cure her." it was an internal illness but Raven had the skills to cure the poor woman. "Diabolus genitus. May Guya adveho quod vigoratus is mulier ex totus malum ut constupro suus." she chanted. Her eyes flashed gold and the woman got up as though she had never been ill. "Thank you." said the woman. Raven smiled and left.

When she got the the tavern, Raven ordered a wine. "Coming up m'Lady." said the bartender. Raven smiled and handed over a few coins. Her silver pentagram flashed in the candlelight and she stared at it with pride.

[Morgause]

After ordering her Tankard of Ale, she sat and awaited patiently for it to be placed in front of her. The Bartender looked tired himself and being up at this hour in the morning she didn't half blame him. At least he hadn't been rudely awoken by that of the Druid Cockerel screeching in your ear but she guessed it must be the repetition more than anything of getting up at the same hour every morning that was showing in the dark circles under his eyes. It was sort of pitiful, but not her fault. People had to earn a living by any means necessary and this was his way of providing money for himself and a family if it related to him.

The beauty of being able to read people though had proved very useful for Morgause in the past. She liked to read their emotions, their quirks and their reactions which gave her all the information she needed to know what made them tick and what made them workable or willing to co-operate. Everything about this man said he was tired of repetition, tired of the same old life that lacked stimulation so all she needed to offer was a chance to break away from monotony and expose him to a challenge, which of course he would take for the life he was living was obviously not enjoyable. Yet moaning or quitting was not an option because money was still money at the end of the day and in these times he was just lucky to hae a job. So offering him more money than he had ever been exposed to in the past would surely get his co-operation and backing. It was going by that particular logic that had helped her get a handful of people exactly where she wanted them.

But Morgause had no need of this man. Taking her tankard of ale and placing a few gold coins on the table, she turned her back and proceeded to sit down on a table in the corner to grab some alone time. Once sat down she elegantly draped her hand around the tankard, putting the rim to her lips and taking a generous mouthful to savouring the taste which overwhelmed her tastebuds. It must have been at least a day since she had last had a drink that didn't resemble the taste of water. She had spent the week away riding in Mercia to see an ally to ahere to a meeting they had both arranged. Her high hopes for the ally was beginning to waver and he was beginning to outweigh his usefulness. The time was coming now where she needed to recruit more people to join her on her fight against the Pendragons and it was becoming more and more difficult as time went on.

Letting a brief sigh slip through her lips, she placed the tankard back onto the table. She very rarely had time to sit and think, for most of her time was spent running around after lose ends and potential trails to assist her efforts to downfall Camelot and destroy the king. But right now she was working at getting people at her disposal for she may come to need them yet trying to turn people against the Pendragons was like convincing people out of their religion; it was hard but do-able.

As Morgause sat there, immersed in her thoughts a girl walked in, ordering a wine before handing the bartender the money owed. It seemed Morgause wasn't the only one who came in the early hours of the morning to quench thirst.

[Lady Raven Silvester]

Raven noticed a blond haired woman sitting near her. At first she didnt pay attention but it started to naw away at her. Sighing, Raven walked up to the woman and sat next to her. "Hello." she smiled. She sat facing the woman. "I'm Lady Raven Silvester of Devonshire. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" she asked, her smile not leaving her lips.

Suddenly Raven heard something outside. She ran out and saw that a group of Orcs were attacking the place. Raven thought quickly. She then remembered something her mother said. If in doubt use the Earth Element. Raven outstreched her right hand and directed it to a tree. "EGO to order thee , validus Oak ut servo propitius regnum per totus vestri vires quod sapientia." She chanted. An oak tree came alive. It uprooted itself and looked like it was eating the enemy. Well it actually was. As soon as every Orc was dead, Raven pointed her hand to the tree again. "Sileo iam oh Valde Oak. Vado tergum in vestri dormio pro tunc centum annus." the oak tree went back from where it came from and everything went back to normal.

[Morgause]

Morgause was caught in her head. Transfixed on thoughts and immersed in plots and plans that would shape tomorrow's world. As time went on, the plans that originated in her head began to mutate and change, being replaced or disgarded by newer, more ambitious ones. But as of yet, that was all they were. Plans. Hopes. The more days that passed the larger the things that changed and previous events that would influence her plans revolved and half of the time, she wondered why she even bothered. If it wasn't for her overwhelming deterimation and self-beliefs, surely by now as most sane people, she would have let it go to move on with her life. Except she couldn't and she knew she never would. She had made so many oaths and allegiances in her life, to go back on them now seemed unfaithful and wrong.

But firth thing was first, she needed to find a new place to stay. As nice as living with the druids was, it was far from practical. She found herself restricted in the things that she could do as she found herself treadig lightly around the peaceful race in an attempt not to anger them and keep them sweet. They had been very nice to her in the way that they were so hospitable and loyal and to take this foregranted was not all that fair. As much as she wouldn't like to admit it, it was strangely enjoyable staying with the druids as it was hard not to get sucked up into their never-ending community spirit and the sheer support that they all had for each other. It was almost criminal that the likes of the Pendragons still thought them as pests and better off in holes under the ground than roaming the forests and plains of Camelot.

It seemed Morgause was staring into thin air, her eyes glazed over as she let her thoughts take over and her mind wander. It seemed like almost a luxury to actually listen to and respond to her thoughts as most of the time she was disappearing behind her backside, running around, up and down like a yo-yo, never really having time to truly think. The atmosphere in the Inn provided her with complete clarity as she was not having to battle over the sound of non-chalant shouting and talking. Instead only silent whispers could be heard and the gentle clatter of glasses as the bartender cleaned up after the late nights punters.

The beauty of early mornings was that she gained more freedom to be out and about, and most importantly, not noticed. At this time, people were either getting ready for their long days ahead of working or serving or either still tucked up in their warm, cosy beds meaning she could roam the streets with little or no worries at all. She was free to move about without the constant pressure of prying public eyes.

Just when she was beginning to relax, she heard the sound of talking coming from in front of her. It took her several long seconds to register the noise as she remained half convinced it was her mind messing with her. Drawing herself out of her head, Morgause raised her eyes to rest them upon the girl standing just ahead. She blinked for the first time in several minutes, and shook her head slightly as she acclimatised to the real world. An akward silence hung over the two for a second as Morgause realised she had completely missed what the women had asked and said. In an attempt not to come across as rude or even hard of hearing, she decided to cover for her temporary loss of reality.

"Oh, I'm sorry. In a world of my own, what did you say?" She asked with a half-smile, placing her hands around her tankard of ale, and swirling it incessantly as she awaited for a response.

[Lady Raven Silvester]

Raven walked back into the tavern and shut the door behind her. "Everyone needs to stay indoors. Orcs are swarming the city. Is there anyone here with magical talent that can help me?" Raven said. Her eyes flooded with fear. She didnt want to see her new home fall. Raven's Pentagram shone a dark colour. "More of them." she muttered. She ran back outside and looked at the sky. "Tempestas." she said. Her eyes flashed gold. The sky turned a sickly black, lighting flashed across the sky. Thunder rumbled and winds turned to a deathly speed. Rains pelted down. More Orcs tried to enter the town. A lightining bolt hit, what seemed to be one of the leaders. Raven was scared. She couldn't hold them off for long.