A Sinister Knight [Aurion & Gigi]
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				Title: <strong>A Sinister Knight [Aurion &amp; Gigi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurion</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 22:58:11</strong>
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				Gwydion leaned against the parapet of his keep to look out over his lands to where he could see the border of the forest. A smile crossed his face for soon he knew that the event they had been waiting for would indeed happen. The breeze blew over him softly causing his shoulder length raven black hair to blow while his storm gray eyes scanned the horizon. Glancing down at his newly polished black boots, his eyes moved upward to his dark green pants and shirt before briefly getting a glimpse of his golden torc which was engraved with the gryphon.<br><br>Then he turned sharply so that his blue cloak embroidered around the edges in silver thread in the shape of the gryphon snapped in the wind as he walked down the stairs. Thankfully, he still ruled his own kingdom with the advent of King Arthur since King Arthur had fought masterfully and forced everyone to acknowledge him as High King. While he hated to admit it, he knew that he still ruled here mostly because his kingdom was tucked away in the forest of Roestoc on the eastern side of the Pennine Mountains. It didn’t hurt that the forest had grown recently and become more enchanted which made it hard for anyone to even find his kingdom.<br><br>Not that he didn’t mind that since he had grown tired of this new religion which was seeking to get rid of the old ways but that was why he would be riding this afternoon. After all he was a follower of the old ways where the king performed most of the rituals but was advised by his druids. It had been the druids who had told him of a chance to return the land to the old ways but he would need to take a Saxon for his bride. The thought had bothered him but the druid had learned this from the Other Side which bordered closely on his kingdom. Sometimes too close since he had to fight off goblins and other such faeries though at least they weren’t all bad since there was an elven court nearby.<br><br>Apparently in order to restore the land to its pagan ways, he would need to marry this Saxon since she was needed for the rituals they needed to perform. While not thrilled with this, he would do what it took to stop the spread of Christianity so that the people would honor the gods and goddesses. Luckily, they had heard that a Saxon party was riding down the Eburacum road apparently a daughter of a chieftain who was suppose to get married to some knight in Arthur’s court. This would be the perfect time to capture her if she wondered into the woods which was a possibility or a certainty if the druids were correct.<br><br>Once in the courtyard, he headed for his black horse which was harnessed and the dark green saddle gleamed in the sunlight. Quickly, he mounted his horse and took the reins from the page before settling his well wrought sword which was decorated with sapphires. Looking at the druid, he nodded, “I’ll be back soon enough but tell the men that tonight they will get a very nice surprise.”&nbsp; With that said he put his heels to his horse and thundered out the main gate as he headed for the forest where he would pick up an unsuspecting guest.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sinister Knight [Aurion &amp; Gigi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gigi</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 14:33:15</strong>
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				(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3364/4637391659_e7e5c36877_o.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>She was the youngest of six children, the fairest of the four daughters, and her father's favorite.&nbsp; Her golden blonde tresses glistened in the mid-summer sun as she and her handmaidens set to the task of preparing her for travel.&nbsp; Khynedrithe was a young maiden of just seventeen years, but her curves were well developed and there was no doubting her being a woman.&nbsp; Any looking upon her small figure blushed with envy as the gods had truly smiled upon this soul.&nbsp; Behind the soft, white summer linen gown, her ample yet firm breasts protruded forth to accentuate the lithe curves that descended to her waist where her taught thighs met to form a beautifully rounded derriere that left every man swooning as she passed their way.&nbsp; Her gown was fastened at each shoulder with a golden broach emblazoned with the pagan symbol for Freya, the goddess of nature, and cinched by a corset of a supple golden leather which pushed her breasts up to display the valley of cleavage that would be the chatter of all the young boys.&nbsp; She was a vision to behold and the innocence behind her sapphire blue eyes made the allure of her physique all that more intense.&nbsp; When her full lips would part to display her shy radiant smile, any heart would be hers without a doubt!<br><br>Khynedrithe was honored to being offered by her father, the Chieftan of the Saxon village of Hastings, to wed Sir Hectimere, a Knight of King Arthur's Round Table.&nbsp; The village was buzzing with activity as the coach was being prepared to take one of their daughters, not to mention their most revered chieftain's daughters, to the south of Camelot as tribute to the new kingdom established by King Arthur and his Knights.<br><br>With the many threats to peace, Arthur had promised to establish guard around these outlying villages in return for their loyalty and tribute.&nbsp; To establish relations with Arthur's court, Khynedrithe's father had invited Sir Hectimere, a most handsome and seemingly ambitious knight to their his hall two moons ago.&nbsp; During the course of the week, a relationship was forged between Hectimere and Khynedrithe's father resulting in the Knight's request to take Khynedrithe's hand as his wife.&nbsp; Unable to refuse such a request and the honor to bestowed upon the village, the Chieftain gave his blessing and the ties between Camelot and Hastings were blessed as well.</em></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sinister Knight [Aurion &amp; Gigi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurion</strong> on <strong>25-05-2010, 21:32:35</strong>
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				Gwydion rode through the village surrounding his keep before he slowed down so that his horse would not get exhausted. It would also give him time to think about things but specifically about the events that would happen this evening. After all while he was not doing this to defy Arthur, he had a feeling that it would cause some trouble since the girl that he needed was betrothed to one of Arthur’s knights. Not that he was entirely happy with the fact the woman that he needed for his rituals was a Saxon since he really didn’t care for them since they had invaded his people’s home and killed many of them to claim their own kingdoms.<br><br>Shaking his head, he knew that he didn’t have a choice for the druids had been very explicit that without Khynedrithe they would fail. At least from what he had heard Khynedrithe was a great beauty who had been blessed by the gods and goddesses. Gwydion felt torn since he in some sense couldn’t want to meet her and yet was troubled since she was a Saxon. Sighing, he shrugged his shoulders and accepted the fact since it was the will of the gods so there was no use arguing especially if he wanted to restore belief in the old ways. As he rode, he pulled out his black leather gloves and pulled them on while thinking about how ironic it was that he needed a Saxon woman to help turn the land back to the old ways. The druids had told him it was because two pagan races would be needed in order to turn back the new religion; otherwise, the rituals would not work.<br><br>Why would his gods and goddesses want to work with the Saxons? Again he shook his head but he figured it was probably because all the gods saw their own death if the new religion supplanted them.&nbsp; While he had been riding, he had been lost in thought since he was riding through his lands so there was no need to fear. It had taken an inspired speech to convince his men that he must do this alone as it had been ordained by the druids that only he could capture Khynedrithe and bring her back.&nbsp; Gwydion’s men had been afraid that he might get killed since she would be guarded but he was not planning on attacking the camp but merely wait in a glade in the woods and let the enchantment pull Khynedrithe into the forest. Once she was in the forest she would be his and he would take her back to his keep to train her in her new life.<br><br>Shadows covered him as he rode into the forest though rays of the sun broke through the canopy to give the forest an otherworldly feel. Gwydion kept his eyes open and scanning for it was possible that some monster could be laying in ambush since this wood was enchanted and had brought forth strange creatures the last few years. Finally, he entered a small glade that was open to the sun with a sparkling stream running through quickly so that it sounded like laughter.&nbsp; Dismounting, he led his horse to the water so he could drink before dipping his hands in the water to wash his face.&nbsp; Then he mounted his horse again and led it to the edge of the glade where he waited and listened for the arrival of Khynedrithe.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sinister Knight [Aurion &amp; Gigi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gigi</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 18:29:35</strong>
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				(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3364/4637391659_11a35650cb.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>With the sun just beginning to peek over the eastern horizon, Khynedrithe knew that she had to board the modestly adorned coach and join her handmaidens.&nbsp; They had secured all of her personal belongings aloft the carriage and waited within to attend to her throughout the arduous journey ahead.&nbsp; Under the vigilance of four of her father’s guards, the coach would be safe as they took leave of the comforts of their little village and began the three-day journey to Camelot.<br><br>Traveling the guarded roads of Essex, the party would be out of harms reach for much of their journey.&nbsp; But a leg of their trek would take them through a dense forest that still remained wild with legend and mystical lore.&nbsp; Many tales from Khynedrithe’s childhood still held her in great fascination of the wood and the untamed beauty that captivated her imagination. <br><br>Uninfluenced by the new ideology that was being spread by the Knights of Arthur’s Court, Khynedrithe took faith in the old pagan religion of her ancestors and cherished the children’s tales her grandmother shared with her as a little girl.&nbsp; Full of vivid imagery, these stories involving exotic creatures of the magical realm began to weave their way into the fabric of Khynedrithe’s beliefs.<br><br>(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4666145757_3ea713f040_b.jpg)<br><br>Knowing that her journey would lead through the forest that many would not venture into and even more feared, Khynedreth’s curiosity and her innocence fueled her desire to experience the wood for herself.&nbsp; It would be her last chance before being betrothed to Sir Hectimere to possibly witness the wonders that she had fantasized of seeing since her younger days.<br><br>Sir Hectimere was a very handsome and caring man.&nbsp; Being quite a few years her senior, Hectimere found her beliefs adorable and amusing, but knew that his people would never accept Khynedrithe without her taking Christianity into her heart and converting to her new husband’s faith.&nbsp; <br><br>Within her heart, Khynedrithe was faced with losing such a part of her past and her identity.&nbsp; She struggled painfully with this choice, for she had grown very fond of Hectimere.&nbsp; He treated her with great affection and respect.&nbsp; And the security that it would afford her people was reason enough for her to make such a strong personal sacrifice.&nbsp; Yet her resolve was being tested, and this journey would be her pilgrimage to search her soul once more.<br><br>Could she find it within herself to give up who she had been to become a lady of this new religion that was spreading rapidly across the continent?&nbsp; This question burned within her as the she embraced her parents one final time as Khynedrithe, their little girl.&nbsp; As she turned to board the carriage, she knew when next she stepped out of the coach into civilization, she will have become Khynedrithe, lady of the people.&nbsp; She thought that she had dispelled her doubts, but she knew that the passage into the deep forest would stir her emotions and force her will to the very edge.<br><br>Taking her seat in the coach, she peered out to wave at her parents and take in one final time all that she had ever known from birth.&nbsp; When next she would return, she would no longer be just a little girl who’s father happened to be Chieftain…she would be a woman, and these moments would no longer hold the same innocence.<br><br>Hearing the whip break the air, Khynedrithe braced herself as she knew the jolt of the horses would quickly lead her forth on this morning.&nbsp; The company of her handmaidens would not be able to tend to this need…this personal pilgrimage.<br></em></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Sinister Knight [Aurion &amp; Gigi]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurion</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 21:43:39</strong>
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				Gwydion was restless as he waited for Khynedrithe for he had heard that she was very beautiful even if she was Saxon. Not that it mattered for he needed her since she still believed in the old ways of her people and not in the new religion from Rome. It was one of the reasons why the druids had told him that they needed her for only a believer in the old ways no matter if they were Saxon or Celtic would be needed for the ceremonies that were to be performed. From what he had understood the ceremonies would bind them together thus making them stronger which should enable them to push Christianity back while the old religion flourished here in Britain.<br><br>The Other World would grow strong once more and this would cloak Britain in enchantment once more while helping to keep his people united in defending their land against the Saxons. The fact that she was pagan would also make it easier to draw her into his world for the woods were heavy with enchantment and it would be that that would bring her to him. Once she was in the forest she would not ever leave it again as he took her back to his castle to be his forever though he was sure the Sir Hectimere would not be happy but that didn't bother him in the least. The only thing that mattered was getting Khynedrithe so that they could begin the ceremonies.<br><br>While he knew that she would be mad with him at first, he was hoping that in time she would learn to accept it and perhaps come to love her new home. It was taking forever for her carriage to get her and he was starting to grow impatient and almost decided to charge down the road to find her and simply take her. Steeling himself to wait, he knew that the road was blocked by some trees so that the carriage would have to stop but once it did stop the woods magic would take effect and that she would not be able to resist wandering in the woods until she came to this small glade. Looking up, he heard the sounds of horses and a carriage in the distance and smiled knowing that soon she would be with him.
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