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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 23, 2009 18:36:48 GMT
"Or perhaps, in a one on one fight we would each have had a single blade." He smirked, knowing that even the other members of the Brotherhood would consider a fight where one man had two swords an unfair one.
Arthur listened as the man criticised his father, and part of him knew hsi words to be true. He could of course, not let the assassin know that and he replied solemnly, "Perhaps, beggars and thieves should try an honest days work before they accuse us of "letting" their children die." He hated saying it, because they were his fathers words not his own.
Arthur watched as the mans chest rose and fell heavily, he was probably finding it difficult to breathe and his breath was wheezy like his lungs had fluid on them. The sound of clanking metal make Arthur glad he was not in this dingy room, suffering.
"We will not hear from the brotherhood again once you are hung." Arthur laughed opening the door and locking it behind him. As he walked down the hall he called: "Trust me."
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 23, 2009 18:22:22 GMT
depends in what context. in a drink sure! on my back? eesh no thanks.
Favourite book?
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 23, 2009 18:14:45 GMT
In reply to Dardans point, i dont think we would be constricted by having dragons as they dont necessarily have to be immune to "sharpened sticks". Just like you dont need to have werewolves to have vampires, you dont have to have invincible dragons just because most stories portray them that way.
Gill i think starting off with a canon dragon (the great dragon from the show or another) would be a good idea, just to see how it goes. We could also have a plot involving freeing the great dragon or something?
I also think a natural distaster would be a good first plot due to the fact it would involve everybody on the site, rather than just those in the brotherhood (which is only henry and dante at the moment-plus we have no evil magicians who might be controlling them as yet) Although i think dantes suggestion about the brotherhood trying to overthrow the pendragons plus merlins idea of a powerful dark magician being behind it all would work when we have more members?
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 22, 2009 21:32:09 GMT
"If I was your target, then I think you'll find you're not such a great assassin." Arthur let a grim smile wash over his face. The man had fired two arrows at the prince and missed both times, the second time he had hit a horse.
"If you wish to make sentencing you even easier, then so be it. Who you are makes little difference to me or my hangman. We know you are from the Brotherhood and it will show them all exactly what will happen the next time they make an attempt on my own or any of my family's lives." Arthur remained calm, not wanting to show the man that he felt any sort of passion over this. It would have much mroe effect that way.
The man was not well, Arthur could tell by the way he coughed and the way he spoke. His body was bruised and he must feel in a similar state to Arthur, or worse.
Arthur had had enough of this ridiculous man, who given the oppurtunity to rot in jail, would rather be hung. Arthur pitied him, for he clearly had no family or friends to live for and would die for his beliefs, as wrong as they were. When Arthur made King, he would make sure that people like the Brotherhood -who were mostly if not all slum dwellers- were comfortable and as respected as the rest of his royal subjects. Uther may have no time for them, but he would would make sure that there was no need for them to have to try and overthrow the Pendragons.
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 22, 2009 21:03:04 GMT
[OOC: I apologise completely for not replying sooner...im afraid im a bit caught up in a million threads! I will reply quicker from now on ] Arthur listened as Casalynn explained her story, and slowly he let his sword down, although not completely satisfied as to why she had lied, he did believe that the girl was no harm. "Well Casalynn. I believe you are no danger to me or my men, but i do insist you allow us to escort you back to Camelot. It is not safe for a girl your age to be out hunting- especially by yourself!" He couldn't help but wonder what she was really doing out here. Arthur sheathed his sword, and signalled for his men to mount their horses. "Did you mention you were out riding?" He asked the girl directly, looking into her eyes and trying to work out whether she was telling the truth. He didn't want Casalynn to know his intentions, but he certainly wasn't going to leave her until he knew both what her real reason for stalking through the forest was and who her master was. It seemed strange the way she said he didn't let her out often. What kind of guardian did that? Arthur knew that if something untoward was going on, it was his duty to stop it. Perhaps he was keeping her as a slave- somethgn that was not permitted in Camelot.
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 21, 2009 22:09:57 GMT
Arthur opened the door to the dungeons. It was inevitable that he would be seen by these guards, for unless they were asleep on duty (unlikely) he couldn't help but be seen as he passed through the small room which led to the cells.
As he expected, both guards were wide awake and sitting at a low table playing some sort of game. They looked surprised to see him, but didn't question his actions at all and he decided not to explain himself either. He strode past, despite the pain it caused him- he didnt want any reason for the guards to send him back to Gaius' quarters.
Luckily he had remembered to bring his keys with him and he unlocked the door to the corridor which contained all of the cells. He remembered all the times he had been down here to rescue various "prisoners" of Uthers who hadn't really deserved to be here, and the time Morgana herself was imprisoned. Dante Grixis' cell was at the very end of the corridor, only a couple of other cells were occupied and the occupants seemed to be asleep. Arthur has a sneaking suspiscion that his assassin wouldn't be.
The door was of course locked, and Arthur had to spend a few seconds fumbling with his keys before he found the correct one. The rusty lock creaked wildly as he turned the key, and then the hinges began their own chorus as he pushed open the heavy door. The assassin sat hunched up against the wall, blood dried onto his lips and a hefty lump on the side of his head where he had obviously been knocked out. He looked like he had been under pretty heavy interrogation since Arthur had been unconscious.
"So, I'm guessing you have told my guards nothing about you assassin. But I can tell you now. Unless you can explain whom it is you work for, and why my men were targeted...You will be hung."
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 21, 2009 21:04:15 GMT
aww but theyre so cute!
My greatest fear is of thunderstorms. (not because they might hurt me...i know how unlikely that is...its just the noise and flashing light *shudder*)
What physical feature do you like best in the opposite sex? (eys, hair, lips etc)
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 21, 2009 20:30:48 GMT
The last thing Arthur remembered was being on The Kingsway, the assassin had been taken away to the dungeons.
Now, as he opened his eyes a crack, he could feel a soft hay bed beneath him, and a heap of blankets over him. It wasn't his own bed, but it was definitely a bed. He could not tell exactly where he was for the room was shrouded in darkness save for the sliver of moonlight let in by the high window, however he guessed he was in one of the less fancy rooms of the castle.
He forced himself to sit up, bringing a wave of pain to his legs- which he noticed, were bare now. Where was his armour? He couldnt see it anywhere. Putting all thoughts of that aside for the moment, he carefully pulled back the blankets to inspect the damage to his legs. His arms ached at the slight movement, but he ignored it for he was hoping desperately no permanent damage had been caused.
"So your awake my boy!" A voice spoke in the darkness. Arthur jumped at the sudden sound and searched the darkness with his yet unaccustomed eyes. "Gaius?" He croaked, prompting a laugh from the healer. "Well who else would be in my chambers- save that idiot Merlin of course...but i expect he is fast asleep after sitting up with you all this time!" Arthur was confused. Surely he had only been hurt today? Still that wasnt the information he really wanted right now. "What's the damage Gaius?" He asked biting hs tongue and waiting for the blow. He had known men who had suffered less and never been able to fight again. Remembering the pain he had felt, Arthur feared he may never walk again.
"Well, you certainly wont be sparring any time soon!" The physician replied, "But i daresay in a week or so you will be back on your feet, getting into all sorts of trouble as usual! Now drink this and get some rest." With that he left.
Arthur picked up the tiny bottle and sniffed the tincture Gaius had left. It smelt foul, but he was a good physician and Arthur knew better than to disobey him. He pinched his nose and downed the liquid as fast as he could, swallowing several times to try and get the taste to leave his tongue. No such luck.
After about an hour of tossing and turning, Arthur finally decided he just couldnt sleep anymore, if what Gaius had suggested was true, he had already been out for the count for at least a day anyway. Instead he decided to test his legs out.
He stood tentatively first of all, making sure he could support the weight of his body- and when he found he could, he took his first slow and steady steps. Reaching the door, he realised that leaving the room in just his underclothes would be a big mistake, so he opened the wardrobe and pulled out a rough tunic and slacks. Not his usual attire, but it was something at least, and his royal clothes were probably so covered in blood that they had been thrown away.
He knew where he was going to go, but first he needed a chnage of clothes and he set off to his own chambers. It didn't seem quite as easy to sneak into the main castle as Arthur had expected, his legs wouldn't go fast unless he wanted to hurt himself further, and his whole body ached. He had never had to sneak past guards before, normally no matter what time of day or night he could come and go as he pleased, but dressed in peasants clothing, he would be thought an imposter, and if anyone did recognise him they would have him sent straight back to bed at once.
Eventually thought, Arthur did manage to get to his rooms and change into some more suitable clothing. He opted to keep the peasant slacks on, as they were looser than his own and didn't cause so much pain on his wounds. Once he was satisfied that he looked like a prince again- he slowly made his way to the dungeon.
He still couldnt believe that the assassin had beaten him, for that was what had happened. He only managed to get off of the Kingsway alive because of Sir Merrick, and for that he felt ashamed. He was the Prince, the best Knight of all and he had failed. What hope did that give everyone else? He would make sure that he trained even harder when his wounds healed. He needed to be better.
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 21, 2009 12:18:14 GMT
Arthur watched as the assassin raised his sword and brought it towards his throat in a broad swing that would have knocked his head clean from his body. Praying silently, he closed his eyes tight, not wanting to watch his own death. But the blow was never felt. When he opened his eyes again he saw that Sir Merrick had reached him in time and was now holding a blade to the mans throat.
Using the last of the energy he had, he pulled himself up using his sword for leverage, and managed to stumble to where Dante now lay on the ground, being shackled as he watched. Arthur didn't recognise this man, even when his face was revealed, but he knew he must be Brotherhood. He let the words wash over him and a few moment later replied, "Who are you?" To be perfectly honest Arthur didn't really care right now. He needed medical attention and just wanted to lay down, and the man never replied anyway.
"Take him to the dungeons." Arthur ordered, and all but two knights left instantly, carrying Dantes body between them. One of the remaining knights set about organising the horses, which in the fray had panicked and were now scattered about the hillside. The other, Sir Merrick- his saviour- stayed with Arthur. "Are you able to walk your Highness?" He asked, not wanting to intrude too much, but also wanting to ensure his safety. Arthur nodded and stood up slowly, he took a few steps before his knees gave way and he sank to the ground. That was the last thing he remembered.
[OOC: if you want to post now in the dungeon and then i will come speak to you in your cell once arthurs wounds have been tended to!]
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 21, 2009 11:43:05 GMT
Big head? No, Arthur definitely wasn't being too hard on Merlin. He laughed as Merlin taunted (despite his sudden dip in self esteem) and for the benefit of his Knights said, "You better watch yoru place servant, you forget which one of us is skilled with the sword."
As Merlin stumbled at him, his arms outstretched and the blade pointed at him, Arthur was surprised. He only just avoided the tip, and it was more luck than anything- although he would never have admitted so.
Beginning to wonder if fighting Merlin to make himself look better was such a good idea, Arthur decided enough was enough. With a fancy twirl of his sword he brought it straight to Merlins throat, and with a laugh, sheathed it. "I think I proved my point!" he said, holding out a hand for Merlins sword. "Now collect my armour."
As soon as they were away from the other Knights Arthur could let his pretence fall and they could go back to being friends, as they were in the privacy of the castle.
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 20, 2009 22:08:29 GMT
Arthurs mail held as Dante stabbed his stomach, but bruises were still left and the wind was knocked clean out of him. He doubled over and gasped desperately for air, as Dante still chuckled at him. He surely was a sorry sight, bleeding, unable to breathe and covered in someone elses blood. This man was clearly holding all the cards, and he seemed to think he had been dealt a pretty good hand too.
But what Dante didn't account for was the fact that Arthur was faking. Sure the double stab had hurt, and he had lost his breath-but only momentarily. He was now biding his time, keeping the assassins attention on him as one of his men crept up silently from behind.
"Why...are you here...Brotherhood...scum?" Arthur spat as he said the name, if it could be called speaking. He certainly was a good actor, although his legs were searing with pain which made it much easier. He sank to his knees when he saw that his Knight was now within feet of the assassin. "Kill me then!" He yelled, praying inside that his man would reach Dante in time.
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 20, 2009 21:41:34 GMT
I have just created a new subboard, in Thetford Forest called The Druid Camp. You may create your own threads here.We have decided that now we have a fair amount of members we should bring these characters into play. Anyone may RP as a Druid, however in order to be fully in control of your magic you will still have to go through the guild as any magic user would. If you think your character would suit being a Druid, then PM me and i can change your class over for you
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 20, 2009 20:31:14 GMT
Sadly for Arthur, Dante did manage to block his powerful attack, but as hoped the force did hurt him. Arthur brought his sword down to his waist and then stabbed upwards, hoping to impale him through the stomach.
Dante however, had other ideas and he rolled sideways, leave the Prince's blade to meet thin air. Arthur saw that Dante was still in shock from the powerful blow and used the time to regain his own breath. His shins were numb from the deep lacerations on his legs, and he was beginning to notice the loss of blood. He stumbled as he stood, digging the tip of his sword into the ground to steady himself. It wasn't good for the blade, but he could sort that out later- If he lived to see later.
Arthur looked up in time to see Dante doing something he had never expected. A strange light was eminating from his fist, red and orange- the colours confused Arthur who assumed he must be hallucinating due to loss of blood, but as the light left the hand, Arthur saw what it was.
"No!" He yelled, gaining a new strength and rushing towards Dante. The fireball had burnt right through the chest of whoever it had collided with, and Arthur had no idea of what else this man was capable of. Two blades appeared from nowhere, but Arthur slid to the left, where the blades just missed his waist. It was lucky, but then the Prince had always been so.
The battle was starting to take a toll now, but still Arthur was filled with a fiery determination. His blood lay in pools wherever he had been standing for some time, and to look at it made him feel queasy.
"I can kill you here Assassin." He gasped, aiming a blade as if to decapitate Dante, but unsurprisingly he blocked it simply. Arthur needed a plan.
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 20, 2009 19:56:30 GMT
Arthur saw Dante coming but barely had time to defend himself against the attack. As the longsword swung at his knees he jumped, lifting his own sword in front of himself to block the shortsword. His parry was succesful but he didn't quite time his jump right. It smacked hard into his shins, cutting deep and bruising them too.
The pain was crucifying, but he couldn't let it stop him. He was Prince Arthur and he had to defend not only himself but his kingdom too. He stumbled back after the blow, but forced himself into a stance that was more offence than defence, despite leaving himself undefended.
He brought his sword round from behind him in a forceful blow, aimed directly at the assassins chest. If it connected it would shatter his ribs and cut through his windpipe, killing him. If blocked it would be a heavy force against the mans arms, and would at the least stun him for a few seconds letting Arthur try again.
His men, who were still running up the hill to where Dante and Arthur now stood fighting, were hurt and breathless. They weren't going to be much use to Arthur now, but they still wanted to try. That gave Arthur a new sense of pride and determination despite the lines of blood trickling down his legs.
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Post by Prince Arthur Pendragon on Oct 20, 2009 17:45:49 GMT
she does indeed! But she is (as anna mentioned) supposed to be a long haired noble... I'm afraid im a bit of a sucker for arthurian legends- i made my family pay heaps of money to go to Tintagel castle-supposedly one of Arthurs fortress' and look at merlins cave. The castle was in total ruins and just looked like a few walls and the cave was just that- a tiny beach in a cave... still
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