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Jan 9, 2011 15:21:23 GMT
Post by Morgause on Jan 9, 2011 15:21:23 GMT
Well, what you could do before you set it up is maybe to make a thread asking where abouts people came from (e.g England, America) or whatever then try and make a time that would be suitable for everyone? Iunno how this would work though, but there's no harm in trying? ;>
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Post by Morgause on Dec 2, 2010 22:41:08 GMT
Not sure if we have one of those or not but I couldn't find one xD Basically just a thread where you can post pictures (that abide by the rules of course) of yourself so that your fellow RPers know who you are and who they're RPing with. [: Just a bit of fun. [If this thread isn't allowed feel free to remove] Guess I shall start! Some old ones: Took these a few months ago xD Here's some more! Ahaa, I've literally just took them now ;> Was messing round with Photoshop styles and I thought this one looked fuzzy and fairly mysterious xD Ahaa. Me and my funky, cool but warm hat ;> Seriously, I like love it xD -Morbid expression. My London bear that I got from London a few years ago ! [: <3 Funky cool hat again xD -Not pouting. .-. You may have noticed the blanket.. Yet I was cold. It's FREEZING down here x] Still cold. Ahaa
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Post by Morgause on Nov 12, 2010 15:00:57 GMT
Um, Black hair, medium height, blue eyes, pale? Iunno, probably got it all wrong! xD
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Post by Morgause on Oct 24, 2010 17:51:16 GMT
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.
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Post by Morgause on Oct 23, 2010 10:37:56 GMT
Outside the Castle of Camelot, baskets of Hammers and rows of targets littered the grounds in preperation for the competition. Each participant gets three hammers each in their attempts to hit the inner red circle of the Archery board and gain victory! But it's not all about the winning, it's the taking part that matters, right?
This thread will be RPed as a competition. Anyone who wants to participate should write a fairly short post detailing their attempt. When the week ends admin will discuss everyones posts and choose a winner! The results will be posted here and in a separate thread after the festival week ends.
Good Luck!
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Post by Morgause on Oct 23, 2010 10:06:41 GMT
The Jesters have been let lose! Outside the walls of Camelot three fun-loving Jesters armed with only their wit and humour play to entertain the crowd by any means necessary. Immediately bringing a smile to passers-by faces it can be deemed hard not to get pulled in by their neverending energy and excitement.
Armed with trunks of items of trickery, century old jokes and tales, it can prove a challenge not to be enlightened by these men in colourful tights and jangly silver bells!
Feel free to continue this post in whichever way you wish! There is no limit on who can join and no rules, but remember to keep your posts reasonably short!
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Post by Morgause on Oct 22, 2010 19:46:02 GMT
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.
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Post by Morgause on Oct 22, 2010 17:32:45 GMT
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.
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Post by Morgause on Oct 21, 2010 18:19:17 GMT
Name: Morgause Age: 30's? She's 10 years older than Arthur Pendragon. Sex: Female Class: She doesn't really fit into a class. She is of Nobility, being a high preistess of the old religion and a highly talented sorceress. Appearance: Morgause is somewhat of a beauty. She tends to take the breath away of those who pass her and she has used this to her advantage. Manipulating and flirting with those of great power to get what she wants is of no difficulty for her because many, especially men don't see past those long locks of blonde hair and those irrestible eyes. Her appearance has always been important to Morgause, knowing that the way people percieve you and act upon your orders rests heavily on what the outside eye sees. Because of this she likes to uphold her appearance and maintain it. Morgause has long blonde hair, tend to be seen in a series of ringlets and curles. Her hair is a natural blonde colour, being a more dirty blonde than bright. She can be seen occasionally with diamonds, jewels or clips in her hair to tie it back when she see's fit, but more often than not she clips the front peices of her hair back and keeps it down. Her eye colour is a sharp brown, being fairly stunning and compelling to look at. Once engaging in eye contact it can be difficult to break away, but being brown in colour is mainly the way she keeps it. When performing magic however, her normally brown eyes will flash strands of orange until the magic has been performed in which case they will return to their normal colour. Morgause has an athletic build, shaped through years or mastering combat and weaponary and being equally gifted on horseback. She is of average height and slightly skinny in appearance being easily maintained by her daily activities which help her to keep her petite frame. Morgause has a variety of different wardrobes, wearing different items of clothing depending on the deed she is carrying out at the time. She tends to wear dresses fit for noble's, which of course she suits very well being a noblewomen herself the main colours being dark ones which she carried off effortlessly. Also she likes to wear that of knight's attire, included chainmail, gauntlets and other items of protection which she wears most of the time. Character: Morgause is highly intelligent, powerful, arrogant and manipulative. She often forms Machiavellian schemes to gain power. An example of this would be her taking advantage of Arthur's interest in his mother to try to turn him against Uther. This almost resulted in Arthur killing his father. She also used Morgana's hatred of Uther to persuade her to join her. She is consumed with hatred and rage as a result of the persecution of sorcerers by Uther whom she will stop at nothing to destroy. Morgause is largely callous and cold towards others, viewing most of them as tools to be used and disposed of. However she does have a softer side. When she found out Morgana was dying, she abandoned her attempt on Uther's life in order to save her half-sister. She attempted to kill Merlin for poisoning Morgana and also acted as a confidant to her sister. Together they plotted to bring down Uther. Morgana appears to be the only person in the world apart from herself whom Morgause cares about. She also knew King Cenred, who was possibly attracted to her, since he was eager to impress her and commented on her courage. Morgause was a confident woman, striding straight into Camelot without attempting to be subtle about it and killing five guards on the way before challenging Arthur to a duel. She also seemed fairly confident that she could defeat him (which she did). Morgause is intrigued by Merlin but is currently unaware of his magical powers, thinking he is just a servant. However she began to suspect that he was hiding something. Morgause claimed to have known Queen Ygraine of Camelot very well, saying she was a woman of honor. Given this statement, Morgause is at least 10 years older than Arthur. It is also interesting to note, that Morgause and Arthur have a physical resemblance, which could lead one to believe that they are related. Strengths and Weaknesses: Strengths - - Her Magical Ability - Her skill with weaponary - Manipulating people - Getting her own way - Problem solving skills and her ability to get out of tight situations - Persuasive - Strong sense of determination and allegiances Weaknesses - - Emotions, sometimes they can cloud her judgement - She has moments of doubt which are soon overtaken with her strong will - Sometimes she relies too heavily on a third party that don't deliver or live up to her expectations - She's fairly arrogant in a way, she overlooks potentially dangerous situations. - She underestimates greatly the power that Merlin holds and the sheer strength and ability of the Pendragons. Magic: Morgause is a very powerful sorceress able to summon an apparition of Arthur's mother and later reawaken the Knights of Medhir. It seems her magic holds on limitations as she able to even re-awaken those from death. Her skill with magic though was apparant from birth and has merely been wielded to their full potential as she was taught by the best. Weaponry Skills: She is also an exceptionally skilled swordswoman, being able to kill five Camelot guards with ease and was the only known person besides Lancelot and possibly Morgana who has managed to defeat Arthur in combat. This shows she has the ability to match the great Arthur himself and has no bounds with a sword in hand and a dagger at her disposal. Admittely she doesn't judge herself best at archery yet she is compitent enough and even above average of many archers. Character History:
Morgause was born into one of the houses of Camelot, the house of Gorlois. When she was young though for unknown reasons, Gaius was asked to smuggle Morgause out of Camelot after she was born and give her to the high priestesses of the Old Religion. Gaius did so, and swore an oath to never reveal his actions to anyone. Uther was led to believe that Morgause had died. From there, Morgause studied magic for many years, eventually becoming a very powerful sorceress as she had been brought up around magic and learnt to perform spells and control it from a young age.
Many years after her birth, Morgause returned to Camelot, now a grown woman. She is currently residing in the Forest of Balor in the depths of the druid camp, manipulating their kind nature and goodwill using it to protect her identity and her place in Camelot. Eagerly planning the downfall of the pendragons, she's lying low until the perfect opportune moment to strike arises, but until then she's perfectly contented to sit it out to make sure any plans to overthrow them does not backfire.
NOTE: It's worth noting as Morgause interacts more within the site, more information will be added to her History as going along so it's looking a little plain at the moment! Additional Information: Nope
Sample Roleplay: Evelynn had had a strangely quite day. She had no appointements or patients to deal with so there wasn't much she could do. Whenever she found she had spare time on her hands, it often stumped her as to what to fill her time with. Her job had always been demanding but she preffered it that way. Best to spend your time doing something useful than waste it doing something that wasn't necessary or at least that's how she saw it. She had the skills and abilities to make people better and even if one life was saved than it made her feel like her life was worthwhile. Her job always brought a smile to her face and especially recieving a heart-felt thank you from an appreciated patient made the long nights and stress deffiantly worth it.
Evelynn sat awkwardly, cleaning glass bottles and apparatus before placing them gently on her old, worn workbench. A small sigh escaped her mouth as she looked out of her window towards the sky. The day wasn't exactly a nice one, so she could hardly burn her time taking a brisk walk or spend a day riding. The rain hammered against her window and slowly trickled down into the deep puddles that formed underneath them. She desperatly hoped her day would lighten up as, to say the least, she was bored.
Evelynn took a side-glance to the dirty leech tank that stood proudly in the corner of her room. She wrinkled her nose at the mere thought of having to clean it out and slowly made her way to her cleaning tools. She was taken by surprise when she heard the sound of an abrupt knocking at her door. No immediate answer came to her mind at the reason why someone would venture out into the rain to see her. Unless someone needed her help which was most likely the case.
She propped her mop and bucket up against the wall before walking over to the door and gently pulling it open. "May I help you?" She spoke softly although loudly to overcome the monstrous sound of the rain. Her eyes were immediatly drawn to the lifeless body of a peasant held in the arms of another man who was obviosly sick too. Evelynn immiedatly wondered if she was dead although she struggled to find a reason why they would be here if she was.
"Please, help. My wife just collapsed. She was in the garden watering the crops when she developed this rash on her neck. Then she just dropped to the floor. I tried to help her but I got the rash too. Please... help us, no one else will" Evelynn heard the painful, pitiful sound of a dying man who was desperatly worried about losing his wife; she could hardly turn them away. Evelynn knew she ran the risk of picking up whatever disease they had yet her conscience was too strong to ignore. They were just human beings looking for a helping hand, a sorry sight that would probably stay with her for the rest of her life.
Now, she was faced with the choice to either help them or turn them away. Forcing them to endure, what would be, certain death. She dropped her head slightly in submission and opened the door further to allow them entry. "Quick, place her on the table" Evelynn led them to her work bench and cleared all of he tools so that the women could be treated. The man struggled to walk and carry the weight of his wife but nevertheless placed her carefully onto the surface. Evelynn noticed the man was looking slightly purple and it didn't take long for his legs to buckle under his weight and he fell to the floor with a loud 'crunch'. The unmistakable sound of broken bones.
Evelynn was at a loss. Even though she was a very good physician, she lacked experience. She had never seen these symptoms before and had no idea what sort of an illness she was dealing with. She quickly ran her eyes up and down the women identifying any signs of the disease. The women was looking slightly purple like her husband and it seemed the rash she had was creeping slightly up her face. Her ankles were also swollen and her stomach was largely inflammed. The same symptoms were also chared by her husband.
Evelynn collected some bottles on the counter behind her and shook them until the chemicals within them were mixed. She placed them next to the 'patients' for later use. Before she could treat them she had to know what they were suffering from. When she remembered. The women had been watering her plants before she developed the illness meaning either the plants or the water had resulted in these rashes. She rolled the womens sleeves back to reveal several bite marks on her arms and deep, bloody wounds that leaked a discoloured goo. She had been infected by small parasites that were contained in the water.
Evelynn produced a large smile and glided over to a cabinet which held the collection of a variety of medicines and bottles. She carefully picked two and made her way over to the husband and wife. She gently tipped the first bottle into the womens mouth and the second into the husbands and watched for the effects to take place. The bottles contained extracts from wild flowers picked from the high mountains. They were renowned for flushing out the system which were bound to get rid of anything that had burrowed into their stomachs.
She watched with eager eyes as they both came round from unconsciousness. The purple from their faces were disappearing yet it would take considerably longer for the other symptoms to disappear. Luckily the illness they were suffering from was not contagious and had only been passed onto the husband as he was most likely to have drank the water, the wife had only been in contact with it yet had still developed the illness. The family both steadily got to their feet feeling the weight of the disease lift of their shoulders.
"You'll need to take medication for the next few days to eliviate some of the symptoms and stop infections. But I strongly advise you to stay away from wherever you got that water from." She said with a smile, giving them both a basket full of bottles containing a sticky clear liquid. She dressed the womens wounds and tended to the broken bones that the man had suffered under impact of falling to the ground. Evelynn then helped the women off her work bench and followed them as they made their way to the door.
"We can't thank you enough. You saved me and my wives lives and for that we owe you" The sound of their gratitude filled her with satisfaction and was only glad to be of service. "No problem, should you need anything else then I'll always be here" She said happily, closing the door after them and watching them walk away. Another satisfied patient, another life saved, yet it was all in a days work in the life of a physician. Taken from a different RP Site
[Optional] OOC Section: Name: Nicola Location: UK How long have you been RPing for: Hm. Lost count? Any other characters on the site?: I do, I'm sure you know who they are!
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