An Arthurian Epic (IC)
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				Title: <strong>An Arthurian Epic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>10-06-2009, 06:53:40</strong>
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				Sir Gawain sat in his chambers, staring out the window at the cloudless sky. Things had been slow in recent days, and he was growing tired of training countless hours in the courtyard. Rising to his feet, he stretched and groaned, then walked quickly to his wardrobe. Glancing to the door to make sure he would not be disturbed, he opened the large wooden door, and stepped quickly inside. <br><br>Shutting the door behind him, he looked down at the beam of light streaming through the floor, and fumbled for the handle hidden in the floor. "Aha!" he said with a triumphant laugh, "There we go!" He pulled the handle up, opening a secret door in the floorboards. Moving swiftly down the stone steps, he arrived just outside the chapel, disregarding Lady Gallahad, deep in prayer within. Coming to the great hall, he walked to his chair at the round table and plopped down. Putting his feet up on the massive stone structure, he reclined slightly and sighed. "If I must be bored," he said, "I should at least be bored in an area where people are frequently found."
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				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 15:00:02</strong>
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				"How now, Sir!" came the sharp voice from the corridor. "About the morning's loafing already? 'Tis early begun today."<br><br>Sir Kay strode briskly into the hall, brushing flour from his hands. His day had started with an eagle-eyed and sharp-tongued inspection of Camelot's kitchens. Despite the only moderate warmth of the hour, Kay's tunic and undershirt were both sleeveless; the constant and unusual heat of his own body made heavier wear uncomfortable in spring, unbearable in summer.<br><br>"And feet off the Table, by Jesu! Haven't the charwomen cares enough to keep the Hall fit to receive visitors?" He sighed, mentally noting the state of the seat cushions, the arras, the braziers - as seneschal, there wasn't one aspect of the castle's physical condition that escaped him. "Marry, I thought to have seen you swanning about the rose garden but a quarter hour past."
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				Post by: <strong>Greg MD</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 19:42:46</strong>
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				Sir Yvain presently could be found perched upon his palfrey, trotting along outside the grounds of Camelot gazing off at forest and flatland in the distance, fantasizing about what it had been like when he last was away from the castle. He'd encountered many a danger and sorrow, though also experienced his greatest joys while journeying far off. He rode for hours on this morning as he had done on several ocassions as of late, muttering to himself sometimes happily sometimes not so, his facial expressions changing often as he played past events over in his mind. Images of duels, the inside of enemies territories, heavenly women, ghastly creatures. He would at times be seen by onlookers high up in Camelot, thrusting a blade high into the air. Some might have even thought him gone mad. In the young knight's short time living he'd witnessed more wonders than many elderly men, some of them horrible sights some of them scenes of great ecstacy. It was and is and always would be Sir Yvain's curse that he would remain fiercly loyal to his cousin's and Camelot while he desperatly longed for his next adventure beyond the hills.
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				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 21:17:33</strong>
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				Lady Galahad knelt on the smooth stones before the holy altar of the Chapel.&nbsp; Mere days had past since she had been granted knighthood at the hand of the King himself, simply for such an easy task as sitting in a particular seat at the Round Table without coming to harm.&nbsp; Her bold, unwavering actions still had some abuzz with the audacity of it, and she herself was mildly surprised at what she had dared to do.&nbsp; Yet she had been compelled, and did not regret it.<br><br>Time was a blur since then...her thoughts of becoming a nun were no more, instead, she was a Knight.&nbsp; Instead of a ring adorning her hand as a symbol of her marriage to Christ, she had been given a sword, and now she was a soldier of the King and God. <br><br>With this same sword, she had gathered the thick mass of her hair and shorn it off, so now her head was surrounded by a dark halo of unruly curls.&nbsp; "No more with vanity." she had said, and tossed the cut tresses into a fireplace to burn.&nbsp; She vaguely wondered what her father, Sir Lancelot, truly thought of it all.&nbsp; There had been hardly any time to speak to anyone here in Camelot, and Galahad felt still a stranger in this intriguing, beautiful place.<br><br>Finishing her prayers, Galahad did the sign of the cross and stood, then she turned on her heel and left back to her small, sparse room.&nbsp; Once there she gently placed her sword on her small bed and adjusted her clothing. Galahad was different then other girls and had grown up wearing both dresses and breeches.<br><br>"And now..." she murmured softly, gently stroking the armor which stood on a stand by the tall, narrow windows.&nbsp; She felt a thrill tingle through her veins and opened the windows, leaning out and breathing deeply, the spontaneous laughter of young excitement falling from her lips.<br><br>She scanned the grounds below, her eyes landing upon a Knight riding on a graceful palfrey.&nbsp; She raised her hand to wave, then turned it into an salute halfway through, touching her fisted right hand over her heart.&nbsp; Quickly she pulled back in and closed the window.&nbsp; Galahad frowned at herself, disliking the nervousness which filled her.&nbsp; She disliked not knowing how to act -or how others would react to her-. Shaking her head, she scolded herself. "I will not question the path which the Divine has set out for me."<br><br>Closing the window, she straightened her spine and relaxed, leaving her chamber, slowly making her way to the great hall. Lightly touching the beautiful murals and tapestries, she was in awe at the beauty here.&nbsp; She could hear voices, and measured her steps, but continued on until she entered the great hall and could see two other Knights.&nbsp; Sir Kay she recognized, and Sir Gawain.&nbsp; She did not interrupt their conversation, but bowed her head in respect and went over to her own seat, lowering herself down.&nbsp; She serenely asked a servant to bring her water instead of wine for her cup.<br><br>"...and bread with cheese, some fruit, a bit of meat. Thank you." &nbsp;she said quietly, dismissing the servant.<br><br>After she broke her fast, she resolved to wander about and familiarize herself with the rest of the grounds.
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>21-06-2009, 21:21:46</strong>
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				Sir Lionel had arrived early in that morning after galloping the whole night. As no one had welcomed him - he was indeed quite surprised with such a coldness in his reception-, he went to a room in the North side of Camelot and sat on the ground, covered with some richly decorated tapestries. Of course, it had been a long time since Sir Lionel last visited Camelot but this fact did not seem an excuse. After all, his presence had been requested with urgence by a misterious messenger who had arrived three days before in his property.<br><br>The temperature was pleasant and Sir Lionel was not bothered that he had neither a bed, nor a mattress. As a Knight, he should be live as the poor although many disagreed with this unwritten rule - Sir Lionel himself was a large rural land owner and a major wheat producer. In spite of that, as a Knight, he should be humble - waiting for high honours would go against this Golden Rule of Chivalry. Differently from other knights, Sir Lionel believed that all his gold had not spoiled the sincerity of his vows he had made for God, Saint George and King Arthur.<br><br>Probably, King Arthur would have better accommodations for guests, but as Sir Lionel had not been offered, Sir Lionheel stayed there, quiet and calmly. The handsome knight laid his sword next to his body and watched everyone coming in and out - soon, he would find out that the room was next door to the kitchen. Many young female servants were passing in front of his eyes, but he was so tired that he could not focus any of them.<br><br>Slowly, Sir Lionel leaned his head on the cold wall and continued watching the somehow hypnotizing movement of the servants. He could not sleep because both his extremely tired body and the noise made by the servants.
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				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>22-06-2009, 15:20:23</strong>
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				Sir Kay had returned Lady Galahad's bow of the head in like silence. His personal motto was that if one couldn't say something snide, one shouldn't say anything at all. A full worthy knight he thought her, and so he had held his tongue.<br><br>"New knights arrive today, Sir," he said to Gawain. "I go to see to their chambers. If you should be the first to encounter one, be so good as to send him to me and I'll see him to his room."<br><br>With a last despairing shake of his head, Kay exited and made his way to the yet unoccupied quarters.
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 14:24:46</strong>
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				Some hours after trying to relax, one ashamed old female servant came to Sir Lionel and informed him: "My lord, everyone is gathering in a room in the other side of the palace. Would you like that I take you there?"<br><br>Sir Lionel, still tired, stood up and nodded with a large smile. "Thank you, mylady. Finally I am told about where to meet my other companions". Something was strange - the Round Table had never been so cold to its members. Even so, Sir Lionel could not stop smiling and saying hello to every single servant and soldier in his way. Kindness was one of his most recognizable features and there was no formal reason to act angrily. This is one of the reasons why almost everyone liked Sir Lionel.<br><br>When the Knight arrived at the Great Hall, he immediately recognized Sir Kay and Sir Gwain. Sir Lionel was about to wave and rush to the two, when to his greatest surprise, a different Knight was coming towards the doors. <br><br>It was a woman! No, it was a girl! Dressed like a Knight, Sir Lionel did not recognize her - that woman was not there in the last meeting of the Round Table. Of course, it had been along time since Sir Lionel had been invited to join, but it seemed things have changed. And they changed a lot. How could a woman be admitted to become a Knight? What about the vows? <br><br>Then, his eyes crossed hers. Her eyes were a serene hazel, a mix of spring greens on the inside rim and surrounded by a warm, honey brown. Sir Lionel had a problem with eyes of woman: he liked to look deep into them. Sometimes such an action could be either misunderstood by the women, but his penetrating eyes were never able to hide his actual feelings. As soon as the Knight noticed his eyes were out of control, he lowered his head. He did not want to show he was ashamed. Hopefully, the woman had noticed nothing - after all, she was very young.<br><br>Everything was so strange and different and for this reason, it was necessary to act parsimoniously. Sir Lionel bowed respectfully at the girl as if she were a lady, not a Knight. After swallowing dry, he opened a smile, trying to hide he was not feeling comfortable with the situation - the Knight knew the power of a smile to make friends:<br><br>"I am Sir Lionel, Lancelot's cousin and Bors' brother", Sir Lionel introduced himself and paused. After considering she might never have seen or heard these names, he continued kindly. "You may not know them as they are part of the old Round Table as I am. Anyway, this is irrelevant. People are to be valued by what they are, not by the kinship."
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				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>29-06-2009, 23:45:14</strong>
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				Galahad shifted her eyes from the gleaming surface of the Round Table as another entered the room.&nbsp; She could see that he was startled when his eyes landed on her.&nbsp; He seemed travel-worn and a bit weary.&nbsp; His eyes though, were bright and sharp.&nbsp; She was a bit flustered at his almost too direct gaze, but kept her look steady on him.&nbsp; She had a brief fear he would demand to know what she was doing there.&nbsp; Then he lowered his head and smiled, then addressed her.&nbsp; <br>Why...he was her fathers own cousin!&nbsp; <br>Galahad relaxed, returning his smile with a wide one of her own.<br><br>Standing, Galahad strode forward and thought to curtsy, but instead caught herself and did one of those salutes; Her fisted hand gently laying over her heart.&nbsp; Then she grasped his hands with her own and laughed.<br><br>"Though I agree with you, I am glad to claim a kinship!&nbsp; That one you claim cousin to, is also my father. I am Galahad, Lady Galahad,&nbsp; Daughter of Sir Lancelot. Honored I am, to meet you, good sir."<br><br>Looking about, she saw that the servant had bought her the requested meal.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hold, good man.&nbsp; Bring another platter and water, even some wine? for Sir Lional."<br><br>Galahand didn't think twice about issuing the orders, or raising her voice.&nbsp; She knew she belonged with those of the Round Table.&nbsp; It was the will of the Divine.<br><br>She let go of his hands and gestured to the table, as if asking him to rest his feet.&nbsp; She didn't know where he should sit, so she left the gesture vague.<br>"You seem weary and fresh from a long journey.&nbsp; From where have you come, Sir?&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 05:03:27</strong>
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				Gawain looked up at the knight before him, a rogueish grin spreading across his face. "You would know all about the daily loafing regimen, I dare say," he said with a laugh. "As for the new knights, I will do my best to send them to you, but please try and be nicer to these. I do not believe Sir Galvern has recovered from the tongue lashing you dealt him, old friend." <br><br>Rising from his seat, he could see the slender form of Lady Galahad in the entryway to the castle, talking to a knight he did not recognize. Striding into the passage, he bowed first to Galahad, then to the newcomer. "Greetings newcomer," he said with a smile. "I am Sir Gawain of Orkney, brother to Gareth, Gaheris, and several other knights."
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				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 13:18:27</strong>
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				Lady Morgane finished patting down the soil around the freshly planted rue cuttings and straightened up. She took the piece of muslin that her attendant handed her and wiped her hands, smiling down at her handiwork. Her half-brother the king had never refused her anything she had asked, much less something as little as a patch of land off the vegetable garden to plant and tend her own herbs.<br><br>Queen of Wales or not, Lady Morgane had always put her talent and knowledge as a healer to good use, and she was not above the most menial task related to her skills. That was why she had planted the rue with her own hands, not minding the specks of earth around the hem of her midnight blue gown. She had other skills as well, no matter how Merlin might look down on them, and her. He probably saw her as competition. Well, Morgane was Arthur's closest family, now that their mother was dead, and that gave her more influence over him than any advisor, wise and cunning as he might be, would ever have.<br><br>She turned slowly and headed back towards the keep, wondering where Sir Yvain was. He might not have been her flesh-and-blood son, like Mordred, but she had raised him as one, since she had been wed to his father, and loved him no less. And there he was, all grown up, about to claim his place at the Round Table. Time had treated Morgane well; her face was still fresh, her figure trim, and there were only a few strands silvering her raven hair. She wasn't old yet, but on days like this she felt positively ancient.
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				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 20:12:49</strong>
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				"Ha!" Kay snapped to a halt in mid-stride at the sight of Sir Lionel. "Well, if 'tisn't Mon Sire le Sousryant."<br><br>Along with his duties as seneschal, Sir Kay had at some point arrogated to himself a position that could best be described as Commissioner of Nicknames. There were few people in Camelot to whom he hadn't assigned a mordant sobriquet. Whatever made him compose these eponyms in mangled semi-<em>langue-d'oeil</em> was another, possibly unanswerable question.<br><br>"Welcome again to Camelot," Kay continued. "Your chambers aren't so infested with mites that you can't lie down, please God?"
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 21:06:45</strong>
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				Sir Lionel was surprised when the young lady claimed kinship. Voiceless, the knight smiled shyly as Lady Galahad reacted radiantly - he did not expect the warrioress to laugh loudly and to a some extent, he felt embarrassed and ashamed with the whole situation. Normally, it was him pleasing the women, not the other way around. Sir Lionel showed no visible reaction to her attitude since he knew that the way had been raised was quite different from the island's tradition and he had learned to respect differences. <br><br>"I am glad we are kins, Lady Galahad. I have not heard about your father for many, many years. In reality, since he left the other side of the Channel, I have to come here to see him. I hope he will be here, won't he?", the knight questioned with a smile in his eyes, gesticulating politely with his right hand. Her father and King Arthur had stopped no longer invited Sir Lionel since he could not arrive on time for a battle - it was not his fault - a storm over the Channel had delayed his departure - but both seemed to blame on him. This is why Sir Lionel promptly accepted the invitation to join the meeting again after so many years - it was time to find out what their actual feelings towards him were.<br><br>While waiting for her answer, Lady Galahad ordered some food&nbsp; - in reality, Sir Lionel had not had good meals since he left his feudal property in Britanny. At least, the knight was about to enjoy the good, old hospitality from the Round Table, althought it was odd for him to see a young female shouting orders in the Round Table. Lady Galahad was doing it so confidently that made him believe that she should be someone either very important, or very petulant. As it had been many years since the knight last took part in the meetings, the knight decided to stay quiet. Judging the elegant lady could lead to misunderstandings - his large experience had taught him to be cautious.<br><br>"I am really tired from my long journey, mylady. I came from the other side of the Channel, from Britanny. I had to sail for one week and then ride for 15 days to get to the Round Table", he said. After a pause, Sir Lionel continued, turning his head to the lady's: "It surprises me that your father had never mentioned about his origins in the other side of the Channel, Lady Galahad. You have roots in the Continent, did you know that?"<br><br>When another strange knight approached them, Sir Lionel again bowed respectfully - it was Gawain. Sir Lionel was shocked to notice no one reminded him any longer in the Round Table. For a second, the knight tried to hide his frustration, swallowing dry at the same time he smiled at Sir Gawain.<br><br>"I am Sir Lionel, Lancelot's cousin and Bors' brother", the knight replied politely.<br><br>Fortunately, the always smiling Kay arrived and recognized Sir Lionel.<br><br>"I am so glad to meet someone I know, Sir Kay. Momentarily, I had the impression I had come to the wrong place", Sir Lionel added trying to be kind to Sir Kay but without locking his eyes at the intriguing Lady Galahad. How did she come to become a member of the Round Table?
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 06:32:35</strong>
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				"Sir Lionel?" Gawain said, feigning ignorance, "I know Sir Lionel quite well, and you do not look much like him, I'm afraid." He winked jokingly at the young knight before him before clasping his hand firmly around his shoulders. "I jest, of course," he said, making sure Lionel understood that he did in fact recognize him. "How have you been? I trust your travels were pleasant?"
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 21:45:59</strong>
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				It had been a long time since Sir Lionel joined the Round Table but that was an unforgivable fault. How could he have forgotten Sir Kay? His hands momentarily covered his face to hide the shame.<br><br>"I understand your jokes, my dear friend. In reality, it is I who must be very sorry since I did not remember your name, let alone your face". Then, he looked to the ground clearly sad about the misunderstanding. "I shall confess this to the priest and beg for God's mercy", he added seriously asking for Sir Kay's and Lady Galahad's approval.<br><br>"Unfortunately, my journey was long and tiring. There was a storm in the Channel and I had some problems in the South of the Island. I had to fight three Saxons who were trying to", he stopped suddenly remembering there was Lady Galahad in the room but without looking at her. "Saxons who were trying to do bad things to a person", he evasively concluded.<br><br>"I believe this greatly explains why I am tired and dirty. But now, could you tell me what is this meeting about?", Sir Lionel questioned while taking one apple from the platte brought in by request of Lady Galahad. "It has been a long time since I was invited to join and I suppose it must be something very serious"
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				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 22:30:02</strong>
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				Kay snorted. "Heaven forfend the King should say aforetime why he calls us to the Table. 'Struth, the shock would kill me."<br><br>"As for confessing, this knight can hear it as well as any priest," he continued, jerking a thumb toward Lady Galahad. "Here's as devout an armswoman as has lived. Her maille was nearly a habit!"
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				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 23:26:31</strong>
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				Sir Lionel paid attention to Sir Kay and raised an eyebrow at Lady Galahad. Tha woman would serve God better had she decided to marry Jesus, Sir Lionel thought. Still smiling, he questioned Lady Galahad: "A nun?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 00:26:56</strong>
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				Gawain shook his head. "Not a nun, a knight! And one of the best, I might add. Fair, strong, brave, beautiful, and pious. You would be honored to become a knight such as her. I, on the other hand, choose a...less chaste... path."
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				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 18:46:11</strong>
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				Galahad felt herself blushing, being discussed so.&nbsp; Obviously she must still become used to her unusual position.&nbsp; Gawain's blunt statement of a 'less chaste path' caused her to redden even more.&nbsp; Getting used to her 'brothers' would take a bit of work as well.&nbsp; She shifted, smiled at the rueful thought, and stared down at her feet.<br><br>"I am but a simple servant of God, humble that He has given me so many brothers." &nbsp;she said, then glanced up, eyed the three, and broke out in a wide smile.&nbsp; "May He give me strength!"&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 19:30:46</strong>
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				So, the Lady Knight blushed to hear of Gawain's amorous exploits? Kay shrugged. The girl's ears had been kept tender by her time preparing for holy orders; the sounds and language of knighthood were a deal less refined than those of a priory. He would treat her, as she said, as a sister - respected, but not coddled.<br><br>"Less chaste, says he," snickered Kay. "As an egg is less black than a lump of coal." Tacitly acknowledged was a certain amount of envy that even the most high-minded of the knights felt of Gawain's uncanny ability to win the heart - or at least the affections - of the court's ladies.
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				Post by: <strong>Merlyn</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 19:55:35</strong>
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				A frail looking peasant walked into the room wearing what could only be described as rags.&nbsp; Quietly he walked to a small chair a few feet away from the table, and sat down slowly.&nbsp; Watching each of the knights carefully he finally spoke meekly from his seat. "Would one of you fetch me something to eat, and perhaps a drink?"&nbsp; <br><br>He lowered his head slightly, as he wiped some dirt away from his sunken cheeks with a corner of the ratty cloak that was wrapped around his stick like form.&nbsp; Slowly he pulled a coin from the tattered garb that rest on his shoulders.&nbsp; <br>"I am but a poor man, but I will pay you if I must.&nbsp; I seek only a little food, it hath been such a long time since my last meal."
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				Post by: <strong>Lilias</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 20:00:05</strong>
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				Morgane had intended to return to her rooms, but seeing the gathering from a distance changed her mind. Even if Yvain were not among them, she was surrogate chatelaine in the Queen's absence. Not that the girl was much good as such, even when present, she thought with a little smile, before she was close enough to spot the young Lady Knight. She would have recognised that cast anywhere, introduced or not.<br><br>'For shame, Gawain,' she shook her head towards her nephew, 'if I didn't know how your parents raised you, I wouldn't recognise you there, baiting your new comrades!' It was a bit of a joke between them, of course, since Morgane knew very well just how much Gawain's ways followed those of both his parents, but she turned to Galahad before anyone had time to snicker.<br><br>'Never mind him, my dear, he's an overgrown boy at heart. You are my kinsman Lancelot's daughter, aren't you?' Her smile was genuine. 'I'd gladly take you in my household if you were not pledged to my royal brother already. I trust your brothers will treat you like one another.' She trained her gaze around the others, then focused on the girl again. 'But if you need another woman to confide to, my door is always open.'
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				Post by: <strong>Sir Wolfgang</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 06:34:03</strong>
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				Turning and smiling at Morgane, Gawain laughed. "I do not know what you mean," he said "While I enjoy the company of a fair maiden, I certainly do not enjoy it more than any other knight." <br><br>It was then that Gawain noticed the man sitting nearby. "A meal?" he said, arching an eyebrow, "We would be happy to provide one to you, and keep your gold. We in Camelot have plenty, and are always willing to share our good fortune. Bring bread, meat and wine for this man!" Gawain called, turning towards the kitchen stairs. While the man was clearly a peasant, the knight had always had a soft spot for his elders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Arthurian Epic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 05:28:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Galahad returned Morgane's warm smile, nodding her head. "I am honored at your invitation, and shall remember it.&nbsp; Yes, you have named my father correctly."&nbsp; she was about to speak more when an old man appeared, sitting, asking for food.&nbsp; <br><br>Gawain quickly called for a meal for him, and Galahad nodded respectfully to the elder.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Arthurian Epic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avis habilis</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 16:52:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kay glared at the coin as if the old man had produced a dead rat from the folds of his rags.<br><br>"Pay? Pay! Away with your coin, old father. The King'll not shame his hospitality by demanding payment for his bounty!"<br><br>Kay gave an affronted snort, then another, longer whiff. "'Struth," he thought, "He full carries the odor of his ages. Best have him fed in the kitchen, or ... damn me, Gawain's ordered his repast here. Softhearted boy..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: An Arthurian Epic (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheLegionary</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 16:53:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sir Lionel stayed quiet next to the group, watching as more knights and royals arrived. He was hungry, so he did not pay attention to the newcomers. Actually, he was just concerned with the reason of his convocation. Why was he summoned to come to the Round Table after so many years? <br><br>Using his knife, Sir Lionel cut a piece of the pork on the plate and began to eat it. It was not warm, but better than just fruits. He watched the room with some nostalgic feeling. The windows, the doors, all the decoration had not changed a lot since the last time he had been there. He snorted, suspecting something might be wrong. After all, so many years without changing the decoration in the palace could mean something was not running smooth as the smiles in the faces of the knights suggested. Deep inside, Sir Lionel was thinking the atmosphere was too heavy and that they were hiding something from them.
			</dd>
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