| OOC: Farewells |
[Apr. 25th, 2007|02:29 pm] |
I find that at this point in time, I'm unable to go through with the game or being a part of it any longer. Too much has happened here and other places that has changed me to the point that I no longer can keep playing.
Good luck to those of you still in. I love you very much but I simply feel I cannot stay here any longer.
It was great fun while it lasted, I know I'll be looking back and reading things from time to time...
You can still find me around if you would like, I'm not leavng because I'm mad at anyone or anything like that, its just time to move on from here.
-Sar
(Lancelot, Agravaine, Andsware, Mair, Galahad and Arthur) |
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| Teh Dinnah Partay! |
[Apr. 3rd, 2007|11:35 pm] |
Umn, this is one h00j chat...
When: The night of the dinner party. (...)
Where: Morgaine and Lancelot's apartments
Who: Morgaine, Lancelot, Guinivere, Arthur, Ira, Amir, Mair and Galahad. Oh, and a marzipan horse and an ugly plate.
Why: because the muns are sadists.
( And there was the knock. Reverberating against the wood, it made a DOOM sound ) |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2007|10:30 pm] |
This letter is to be found lying inconspicuously and yet mysteriously under a candleholder in the chambers of Morgaine, one morning about five months after the birth of her eldest son, Gwydion.
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| A New Arrival |
[Jan. 28th, 2007|08:24 pm] |
Pain. Sudden and intense, turning her stomach into fire. Cold wetness spreading down her legs. Her chest constricting, can't breathe. More blinding pain, stealing every last inch of self-control. A scream, forcibly stifled into a moan.
Breathe, you can get through this. Breathe through the pain, it will pass. And it does, after a few more painful, terrified shuddering gasps. Then it is gone, subsiding like the ebb of the tide. But it will return, she knows, stronger and stronger like the sea in a storm.
Arthur, where is Arthur? No, she cannot ask for him, not now. She risks opening her eyes. It is still dark outside, the castle is silent.
As the haze begins to clear, she remembers to ask for her husband. Lancelot, where is Lancelot?
"Lance?" A harsh whisper, she is suprised by how jagged her voice sounds. No, Lancelot is gone, his spot on the bed cold and uninhabited.
Think. The answer eventually comes, Lancelot is out on patrol. Of all the nights to be away...
She can do this alone, she has seen others do so, she can bear this pain alone.
Another spasm of pain washes through her, and she changes her mind. "Squire? Leith?"
She is afraid her voice is too weak to carry down the hall to where the squire slept, but he appears, quiet and gawky and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Yes, M'lady?"
She tries to keep her voice calm, she should not frighten the boy. "The child is on his way. Fetch the midwife." Not that she trusted the midwife, all cackles and dirty fingers, but there is no choice.
"Then get the King."
The squire is suddenly standing at attention, very real fear in his eyes."M'Lady, it is not yet sunup..."
She is pushing herself up on her elbows now, ignoring the stab of pain and staring Leith in the eye. "I am aware. Get the King." His footsteps retreat down the passage and she falls back onto the pillows, already exhausted.
This was going to be a long day. |
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| "Queer Heathens I can live with." |
[Jan. 23rd, 2007|08:07 pm] |
Where: Amir and Ira's chambers, in the Queen's Towers, Camelot
When: The afternoon before the dinner party
Why: Certain people need to relax. The possibility of fact that there may be a creature named The Large Hat of Cleverness galloping majesticly through the wood needs to be discussed. The possiblity that Amir may or may not be man-pregnant needs to be evaluated (three times, in fact). Mair needs to learn about boys from a pair of boys who know boys very well. She also needs to be corrupted, perverted, and distrubed as best as possible, and then be spirited away to Ireland, the land of gallavanting, queer heathens. Oh. And Amir needs to get a little buzzed in order to go through with the supper tonight and not have a seizure.
What: Silly. That's what.
( Read more... ) |
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| Dinner Preparations |
[Dec. 23rd, 2006|10:10 pm] |
Who: Morgaine and Mair...with a cameo by Galahad
When: Before the Dinner Party
What: Preparing for that big happy family dinner...Mair learns a secret
Why: Because Morgaine can't live the lie anymore!!!one!
( Read more... ) |
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| I wouldn't want to disturb you two, but I think I shall anyways. |
[Dec. 19th, 2006|08:48 pm] |
| [ | music |
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Who: Amir, Mair, a frisky cat named Gypsy, and later a frisky gypsy named Ira.
What: Amir teaches Mair the basics of meditation and controlling her anger. And Ira disturbs them-- Mair more than Amir xD
When: Later afternoon, prior to supper.
Where: The Queen's Solarium
Why: Because their names are anagrams and Mair needs to learn about homosexuality-- err, meditation.
( Read more... ) |
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| Here, mintstrel, can you hear, the haunting melodies that come to you? |
[Dec. 6th, 2006|10:32 pm] |
Who: Mair and Amir
What: Meeting and talking in the snow ^-^
When: Early winterish?
Where: Camelot, near the Queen's gardens
( Weaving a magical spell on you... ) |
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| Pulled the Ripchord... |
[Nov. 26th, 2006|02:55 am] |
Place: Outside the Great Hall, Camelot
Time: Early Evening
Who: Amir and who ever else cares to join
What: Amir is clumsy and Sam likes incomplete sentances.
( Read more... ) |
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| Time Period: I have no idea. Open cause I'm bored! |
[Nov. 20th, 2006|12:04 pm] |
If there was one place in Camelot Andsware was most certainly not fond of, it would have to be the stables, she thought, brushing some straw from the squire's tunic she wore, though it did little for the dirt or the way it hung across her lanky frame. Better than fitting tightly, God knew it that would raise some interesting issues in and of itself, but all the same, she'd someday like to have her hands showing instead of tons of sleeve again.
Perhaps she would grow into it, but at the moment, Andsware doubted it. As a girl of sixteen, she was quite tall enough really. Even as Andsweard, she was tall enough, and past that, for a boy of twelve, but the tailors had apparantly accounted for the fact "he" would become a young giant with time, and the end result was rather less than flattering, quite baggy in and of itself, and rather awkward, especially when one was limping slightly from a twisted ankle sustained in falling from the large destrier they'd told the squire to ride, trying to limp like a boy and completely conscious of the fact the limping was drawing stares already.
If one thing was not already clear, it wasn't an easy path to knighthood, but the quiet squire who'd not spoken more than a few words to anyone was determined not to give up, even in the face of Sir Cai and the kitchens in this afternoon with the sore ankle. Still, making it back up to the castle in time to wrap it would be nice...
((ooc: I don't know if anyone will really be able to tell she's not a boy so lets keep that in mind. You see before you a filthy twelve year old and stuff. Lets go with that illusion for a while if we can, yeah?)) |
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[Nov. 18th, 2006|04:54 am] |
OOC:
Good news! Sam got off her lazy ass and made an OOC journal! Located at "arthurianooc. Please post all other OOC messages there, previous ones will/have been moved there. |
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| OOC: REC! |
[Nov. 14th, 2006|11:43 am] |
Right. Since you guys are HERE, you're obviously into Arthurian legend and on note of that, I come bearing a gift:
http://www.arthurkingoftimeandspace.com is the best, absolutely best webcomic EVER. It is simply the Arthurian Saga told in the form of a comic and in some cases in different periods, the creator, ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) scarfman on lj has set the story up so that it takes place in three main "arcs" A fantasy setting, a modern high school setting and a space setting in which Arthur is High King Of British Space. Seriously wonderful stuff, I especially love his Lancelot, Agravaine and Mordred, though Guenivere and Merlin and Cai are rather awesome too. Anyway, go check the webpage, read from the begining and ENJOY my favorite kind of crack!
-Sar, mun of Lancelot lake_knight, Agravaine orkneyspawn and Andsware knight_vision |
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| For Ira(continued from IM) |
[Nov. 12th, 2006|06:55 am] |
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It had been an excellant day for riding. Had been, Lancelot thought, a little glumly as he made his way back slowly through a steadily growing rain that he couldn't quite see all the way out of it. Lucky for him he'd dismounted when it really picked up, and was now leading Davet back slowly, urging the horse forward when it looked like he wanted to turn and run instead. Murmuring something in French to the animal, they continued onward, Lancelot hoping he was going in the right direction.
He rather liked the rain himself. Sure, it made him all sniffly the next day and he seemed to be wet to the bone for at least three days afterwards (no matter how much Amir scrubbed him raw with a towel), but he liked it. Walking down the road in the opposite direction of the knight, Ira had his eyes closed and his hands held up towards the heavens. Without hearing the knight and his steed approaching through the heavy mud, he performed a strange little kick jump dance in the rain. Strange kid. |
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oww!
anxious