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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Oct 23, 2011 20:07:04 GMT
What was this, he had never heard of it. In his many conversations with Merlin on the subject of Magic he had never heard him mention anything about and magical scrolls. "And just what is this Sacred Scroll of the Pagans? Is it an evil object, or is it like most things in this world, a mixture of good and evil, with it being a question of how its used."
He died not sense that she meant violence, which seemed to be a change for her. "I will tell him that you wish to meet with him on an important matter, but I will not tell him precisely what it entails. The final, decision, though, will be Arthur's. I'm afraid that if he is told specifically, what you want to talk about, he will go to his father, and that would be unfortunate, given the way Uther might respond. So, let's go seek Arthur out and see what he says." He had some doubts whether he would speak with her on such an issue, but he was aware as well that Arthur could be full of surprises.
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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Oct 23, 2011 12:38:58 GMT
"Only a few days, but how is it possible to know so soon?" Lancelot was not very familiar with the ways of women, but he had never heard of such a quick test of pregnancy. He had always heard that a woman's cycle had to be interrupted as a first sign of pregnancy. He thought back now, though, to that time they had spent together. If she had been fertile there was no reason why she wouldn't have conceived then. "Yes, I suppose it does make sense that I am the father. Are you sure this is what you want?" Hardly before he had gotten the words out she had launched herself at his lips, in one of her more passionate displays that he had witnessed so far.
Finally they separated, and he heard the question that she whispered out to to him. "Arthur? Why just Arthur? I don't know. He will want to know the reason why even before he agrees to it. Are you planning to tell him about us .... and the child. Does he already know that you are an Assassin, or will you tell him. You realize he may not be any more willing to listen to you about the Templars than Uther. If Uther finds out that you are an Assassin and we are lovers that I will be looked on as disloyal and be thrown in the dungeon. Have you really thought this all through, knowing the one duty I can never disobey is my responsibility and fealty to the Pendragons?"
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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Oct 23, 2011 12:12:10 GMT
(OOC: No prob ..... I had been away for some time too ,,, until a couple of weeks ago!)
Lancelot nodded slightly in response to her statement, Still, there was something in her sigh that told him there was more to it than just that. "It is a knight's place to serve and not to endanger, so I'm glad of that. Do you wish me to speak to him for you? Well, then, I am sure that are some country lanes off of the Kingsway that we can take a more leisurely gallop on, eh?"
Lancelot clucked at Sher-Fore to begin to pick up speed, found a lane to divert onto back in the general direction of the farm, they had been at, and trotted away. As they began their ride back, Lancelot thought to himself that there was something different about this girl. She seemed to carry herself almost as a sassy noble might. But how could a country girl do such a thing. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him.
She did seem to have many sides to her personality, at the very least. He wondered if she was just going to want him to let her off after having some more fun riding or if she would want to see him and Sher-Fore again. That was the first question now, wasn't it? Was she more interested in him or the horse, and how could a knight ask such a question while not being rude, he wondered.
He did feel her arms entwine his waist, though, and that was an indication that she had at least a small interest in him. So he smiled as he looked down at her statements and replied, "As you command!" They raced to the end of the lane, where Lancelot slowed him to a walk as they began to cross open ground, reaching the stream, and then slowly walking along its edge as they moved slowly toward her family's farm. "See many nobles or knights out this way?," he tentatively tried to start a conversation, as he dismounted, walking on the stream-side of the horse. This allowed her to ride alone atop his fine horse of battle.
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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Oct 23, 2011 5:21:27 GMT
Raven suddenly burst out, as Lancelot had found that she was often prone to .... that she needed a doctor .... a doctor? "Why, are you feeling ill?" However, he considered, she didn't seemed to be anxious, but rather seemed to be somewhat .... happy. She had then darted down a tunnel out of sight.
Lancelot decided that he would wait for her to return. She didn't seem to be too anxious for follow, and he was not too encouraged to explore down tunnels that he was unfamiliar with. As a result he found where he was at presently would be a good place to wait for her. He just wondered if the news would be good or not. It seemed like it took quite a while, but he knew in reality that it had taken only a few minutes at most. She did have a broad smile on her face, though, as she left the tunnel, so he figured that her news must be good. Her news, however, when she told him, hit him like a pail of cold water in the face. "You are pregnant .... for how long?," he asked, finding the whole situation quite surreal. "Mine?"
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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Oct 21, 2011 16:00:15 GMT
Lancelot noticed that Raven seemed to have a look of surprise in her eyes as he kissed her, but it seemed to be a pleasant one. At least there was no attempt by her to push him away. Be3sides, she did respond with a pretty wise smile. However, she seemed to have misunderstood what the meaning of his words had been. He shook his head his head in the negative, "Of course I would want you to run way with me. However, I was actually just referring to somewhere else in the castle or the town. I'm afraid my duties and responsibilities and duties with respect to Arthur, would never allow me to be far away. Just as I could not abandon you easily, I would never abandon him, no matter how much risk it might myself in."
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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Oct 19, 2011 5:09:20 GMT
Apparently Raven had decided to follow his advice, for them to keep moving. He never liked to make himself too easy a target, even when it might not seem there was a reason for someone to target hi. It was just natural to his instinct of self-preservation. She also, as they walked, elected to answer his question. He was shocked enough to bring himself to a stop. He saw that she obviously did not feel well, and needed to stop, as she suddenly clutched her stomach, and sat down on the stone bench.
"Really? .... that poses several questions. How long is soon and how am I likely to die. Will an assassin eliminate me as I sleep or will I have an honorable death in battle? And just how accurate are these visions of yours?" He felt how closely she snuggled in with his body and how tightly she held his hands. He took the opportunity to lean down, while her minds attention was focused on her own thoughts and kissed her long and deeply on her lips, wondering if it would break her concentration. "Is there anyplace I could convince you to go with me," he said with the slightest of smiles.
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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Oct 18, 2011 13:07:45 GMT
As he reached her, after hearing her cry, she got up from the floor and fell into his arms. He could not think of anything more unexpected, or more unlike her, at least in the time he had known her. And it was not merely a friendly hug, as she seemed to hold him close fiercely. It was as if she was afraid that he was getting to lost to her if she didn't a hold on to him so tightly.
"A vision? ..... about me?," he questioned. For her to react and behave in such a manner it could not be a positive thing. Either something bad was going to happen to him, or her vision had him doing something that was against her interests, he perceived. "What was the nature of this vision?," he asked softly as he continued to hold her. "Hmmm, perhaps, then, you could educate me so that I more clearly understand, eh," he said with a sly smile. "'However, it might be a good idea for us to keep moving as well."
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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Oct 17, 2011 13:38:53 GMT
Lancelot was some distance behind Raven as she moved down the staircase. In fact, she moved so quickly, and Lancelot moved so carefully, since it was unfamiliar to him, he completely lost sight and contact with her as they moved down the steps. However, he found the sound traveled quite well, and he heard what sounded like a sudden gasp of pain, which was followed by a soft thump.
Lancelot knew that much could explain the sounds that he heard. The thump had sounded like a weighty sack of potatoes, but he knew it was not. He knew that it had to be Raven, or a would-be assailant that she had dispatched. Whichever was the case Lancelot knew that it was a proper time to draw one of swords and move to the source of the disturbance. He quickly came to the pace where she was laying, and seeing no dangerous characters about, wondered if she had simply fainted.
If she had, she had clearly come to, as she looked up into Lancelot's face, and he could see the tears on her cheeks, as she had been softly crying he saw. She loved him? Yes they had made love, but he had not realized that her feelings ran very deep. ["Leave you .... why would I leave a pretty little thing like you," he asked with broad smile on his face. He, of course knew, that his greater duty lay with Arthur, and if it was ever required that he sacrifice himself for the future King, he would do so. In the meantime, he hoped that she would not break into tears again.
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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Oct 15, 2011 19:56:54 GMT
Lancelot was still in somewhat of a state of shock, even though he told himself that he shouldn't be that surprised. He had pretty much figured out what she was going to be up once she had left the room. Still, they were not the actions one expected out of an average noble, and especially a female one. He had begun to follow her, though a bit carefully, when she had turned around and grabbed him by the wrist. In response he said, "Well, it would be a lot easier to keep up with you if I knew where you were heading in the first place.
He followed closely behind her, as she entered a room that was unfamiliar to him. He recognized him at once at the head Templar and was immediately afraid about what she would do. However, something did not seem to be quite right ..... they seemed to know each other quite well as they seemed to exchange both words and smiles. He seemed to give her instructions, and a kind word of the wish of safety. Lancelot merely nodded back and followed Raven down the offered hidden staircase.
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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Sept 25, 2011 14:29:52 GMT
The actions that he had taken were done in preparation for what Raven might do. Still, actually seeing her, and having dispatched a couple of Templars already was still a shock. It was clear that she knew the two Knights who he was with, and they knew her, as he saw them lower their weapons. "You two are grown men, as well as trained Knights of Camelot, and know your duties. So, what you choose to do you have your own free will to guide you, as long as you act in defense of King and Camelot. Know that whatever you have planned that Prince Arthur has been roused and several score of Knights are undoubtedly converging here as we speak. In short, I don't think you have the time for what you desire." He saw that she would not be deterred, as she kissed him, nodded to the two Knights and followed after her.
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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Sept 22, 2011 2:20:04 GMT
Lancelot knew that when he had taken word to the Prince that he was likely to be ahead of whatever plans that Raven had, but that whole process was likely to take enough time so that she would arrive at her target before any Knights, Templar or otherwise, would likely arrive. He was more than willing to take his time, and let the Templars take the brunt of whatever the girl was planning. He had no great love for the Templars, himself.
They had always, especially their leaders, exhibited a self-righteous attitude, while apparently being focused on the acquisition of power and riches. They were, in Lancelot's mind, the very antithesis to what a Knight of Camelot should aspire to. Therefore, he was not at all opposed to the thinning of their ranks, and he took his time to approach the Great Hall. The doors were still open and it sounded as if he had the sound of bodies falling to the floor, then silence. He drew his swords and motioned the Knights that were with him carefully forward into the dimly-lit room.
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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Sept 20, 2011 17:58:08 GMT
As a nomadic fighter Lancelot had long ago developed the talent of being a light sleeper, whether bedding down on a mattress of leaves in the forest, or in the relative comfort of a village Inn. This room was no different. Raven got up quietly, but it was not so quiet that Lancelot did not notice. No matter how much he cared for Raven, he was still a creature of duty, and not one who would be willing to stay in this cage of a room like a canary. He knew that their physical activity had only delayed the inevitable from her. She was heading back to where he had intercepted and tried to surprise her before. She was looking to meet the King, and probably take down as many Templars as she could in the process.
He knew that she had given him a certain freedom of movement within the underground complex. Fortunately he had paid some attention to his route when they had brought him into the tunnels. One thing that he knew, though, was that there would be precious few exits for him to take advantage of. His worst case scenario, of course, would be to run across Raven before he had been able to completely exit the complex of tunnels, and be taken prisoner again. In that case they would keep a close eye on him in the future, which would probably make a future escape near impossible. His first several yards went without a hitch, but then he turned the corner, and saw her talking to some people.
He took advantage of the fact that her, and anyone who was with her, would have their attention diverted for just enough moments for him to successfully slip by, and make his way to the entrance that they had brought him in. He waited for a switch of the sentries, and then exited the tunnel complex. The fortunate thing was that he knew that this entrance to the tunnels was quite close to the Great Hall. He knew that she would be her stealthy time getting into position. This delay on her part would allow him to get more security around Uther and have him removed to the central part of the castle. In the meantime he informed and warned a sleeping Arthur of the danger that was afoot, and additional Knights of Camelot were brought to alert. Lancelot thought that to challenge these defenses would be foolish, but he had learned in a short time to expect anything from Raven. He cared not whether the Templars lived or died, but the life of the King was his sworn responsibility.
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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Sept 17, 2011 5:49:52 GMT
"I had no notion that an Assassin would even know how to giggle," Lancelot teased. "So, is there something preferable to pure muscle over other things. Wouldn't a soft cushion of fat be more comfortable, I wonder," he mused, somewhat sarcastically. As he made fun of himself Raven chose to take the moment and deliver one of her longest and deepest kisses yet. "Oh I don't have any trouble getting rest. As soon as my head hits the pillow I can fall asleep. You think that I need to be well-prepared for training then? Hmmm .... one might get the idea that you are a bit over-obsessed with the Templars, eh, as opposed to me, eh?," he said, smiling slightly.
"Anyway, whether you attack them inside or outside, and before you confront Uther, you must know you will be opposed by my brother Knights of Camelot, don't you? And what of Arthur and Merlin?, he asked." However, he saw that sleep had taken her over and those answers would have to wait for another time.
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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Sept 16, 2011 1:18:15 GMT
Lancelot heard her sudden gasp, and assumed it was in reference to the story of his youth and why he had wanted to become a Knight. "I wouldn't think that an Assassin would find anything truly shocking. Well .... that is good .... since you are the most important person to me as well." He saw and felt her rest her head on his chest now that they had disengaged and were both on her backs. He looked over at her and saw her eyelids begin to droop and could see that she was fighting a yawn. "As long as I am not keeping you from any pressing duties .... why don't you just rest .... even though I am a bit of a lumpy pillow," he smiled.
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Post by Lancelot Du Lac on Sept 15, 2011 16:10:04 GMT
Lancelot could feel her body begin to shudder under his, and he knew even before she screamed that the moment was at hand, and he released into her just as she came. The end of the sexual event, though, he saw, was not an ending for her, as she did not seek to get away, but wanted to be even closer, as she held him. But then came the question … the question that he knew she would have, at some point. “Raven, I could make such a promise …. and would make such a promise …. willingly. However, being a Knight as I am, my life could end at any moment, violently. That is, it may be outside my control. If it is my decision to make, of course I would never leave you, unless my presence would put you in some king of unnecessary harm or danger.”
He did not know how she would take that kind of answer, but it was the truth, and as a Knight of Camelot that was the only kind of answer he could give her with a clear conscience. He saw that she had taken his hands in hers, and was now kissing them lightly, and she had another question, this one more personal in nature. She ran her fingers through his dark, wavy, and long hair, which found pleasurable …. “mmmmmmm.”
He looked away before he answered, for he rarely liked to think about or deal with his past. “I remember it was said that, in France … Gaul, that we were of a noble line, that my forebears had served the Dauphin at court. However, here we were nothing, especially in the eyes of nobles like King Uther. I was sent off to apprentice for a trade when I reached my teens, even though even then I displayed an aptitude for the sword. While I was away raiders from the Northern Plains razed the village. There were no survivors. I swore from that day that I would never allow myself to be vulnerable to such a thing, and I made my goal to be a Knight …. to protect and defend.”
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