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 PostPosted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 11:38 pm Reply with quote        
The city is flourishing, what with the new and respected King, Arthur Pendragon, taking the throne after Uther’s untimely death. People of Camelot are excited for Albion’s new beginning, although some are rather apprehensive. Due to Uther’s death being related to magic, Arthur still clings to his father’s ways. Anybody caught using or associating oneself with magic is executed, and therefore some of those who possess magic are not keen to recognize Arthur as their King. Thus, an old magic society that had died out during The Purge has rekindled in Camelot, and is growing in numbers. Their intentions are not necessarily evil; they only wish to see magic brought back and accepted once again within Albion.

Unfortunately, there are those who believe that Arthur will never come to embrace magic and want him overthrown, much like his sister, Morgane, a young witch, who seeks to rule over Camelot. Although not all hope is lost. Magic is on Arthur’s side as well, whether he knows it or not. Merlin, a young, powerful wizard and the last Dragon Lord, knows that his destiny is intertwined with Arthur’s, and will do anything to ensure that Arthur becomes the King that Albion is in desperate need of.

It is a time where allegiance either lies with or against the King of Camelot. There is a silent war in Albion, and it is threatening to become one of the most hostile times in its history.

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Username: Malverne
Name: Tamyra
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Profession: Healer/Witch
Appearance: Tamyra is very tall for her age, reaching five foot eight. She has broad shoulders for a girl, and lost all of her baby fat a while ago due to a harsh life, and is rather gangly. She has jet black hair that hangs loose, and reaches halfway down her back. Her eyes are mismatched, one being amber, and the other being very light gray. She has a wide mouth with teeth that seem rather sharp when she smiles.
Tam generally wears calf-high boots, leather pants (it’s in the north, where’s it’s too cold and windy for skirts), a long woolen tunic belted at her hips. Over the tunic, she has an archer’s vest, and she also has a pair of gloves. ON the belt are two daggers, one for everyday use and one for more magical purposes, and a number of pouches for various herbs. Strapped to her back is a bow with a quiver full of arrows.
Tam also has tattoos covering her upper arms and back, which are very helpful in her witchcraft. They’re symbols, mostly, and are covered by her clothes. She has a few scars on her hands from clumsy knifework, and a thick scar on her left thigh, that gives her a slight limp.
Skills: Tam is a powerful witch with control over disease. She can either heal maladies, or spread them. She can spread singular, already existing diseases that she knows through touch, but if she wants to create a specific disease (or cure for a disease) that’s actually a bunch of symptoms thrown together, she must spend time brewing it. Depending on how much energy she puts into inflicting someone with an illness, it can move extremely quickly, or fester for a long time.
Tam can also heal wounds, but inflicting cuts and suchlike is beyond her. She’s a decent herbalist, because she uses medicinal plants to augment her healing. Tam is fair at using her knives with everyday problems, but can’t really fight. Her brother taught her how to use a bow and arrow, and she uses it to hunt animals for food, although she prefers buying meat that was butchered correctly. Tam has basic survival skills, and knows how to live through a cold night.
Personality: Tam is rather bitter and cynical. She holds a lot of anger in her, not against anyone in particular, but against the people who think she’s evil for practicing magic. This anger comes through in a cold brutality, channeled either in violence or threats. She really likes scaring people with her threats, although she can’t really tell people that she’s a witch, so she doesn’t get to threaten many people. However, at her core, Tam is very lonely. She really doesn’t have any family left. Her main goal right now is to take revenge.
History:Tamyra was born at the north end of Loch Ness, outside a town called Inverness-shire. Her father disappeared before she was born, so Tam was raised by her mother. Also present in the household was Tam’s half-brother (whose father had also left before he was born) named Corc. Tam’s mother was a witch, and made her living healing people in the nearby town. She taught Tam how to do heal others of wounds, fatigue, and disease, then one day disappeared. Tam took up her mother’s vocation, becoming a healer. By working with sick and injured people, Tam found that she could not only take away disease, but give it. She never used this until a man assaulted her one night. She spat in his face, and the next day, the man died of a disease that normally takes months to be lethal.
Word of Tam’s witchcraft spread until it reached a church official’s ears, who then sent a few knights after her. They visited her home and attacked her and her brother. Corc didn’t survive the attack, but they took Tam alive. She was injured pretty badly, and they managed to take her halfway to Camelot before she escaped and decimated the group. Tam started heading south, to Camelot, knowing that they would expect her to go north, to home. She intends to take her revenge on the church, and if Camelot suffers because of it…well, so be it.


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Username: Malverne
Name: Sir Allyn the Ratter of House Glynn
Age: 59
Sex: Male
Profession: Knight
Appearance:: Sir Allyn is an older knight, who once stood tall in gleaming armor, black hair gleaming in the sun, with blue eyes sparkling. Now…less so. His hair has lightened, turning light gray, and he has shrunk slightly. He has a white beard covering his jaw that he keeps well trimmed, along with a moustache. A stray spell took out his right eye, and he wears a black eyepatch to hide the empty socket, but the patch does not hide the outer edges of the burn scar. He still has vestiges of his handsome face, and has a very kind smile, but he is worn down by time. Sir Allyn wears plain and unadorned armor when on official business, mail and plate, covered by a tabard with his house’s mark on it: a green wyvern on a field of azure.
Skills:Allyn is good with a sword, a horse, and is very good with other people. He’s been through many witch-hunts, and knows how they think, and how they hide. Therefore, he is rather good at finding them, and he isn’t that bad at killing them either.
Personality:Allyn is a kind old man who wants to retire. He is honorable, being a knight and all, and does not do harm to a person who does not mean him harm, unless his liege lord commands it. He has strong morals, and is very loyal. Allyn is charismatic and loving, and is very smart. He knows how people with something to hide think, and is very good at finding magic-users, hence his title. More than anything else, Allyn loves his wife and children. He is starting to doubt the true threat of magic-users, and he vows that this will be the last mage-hunt that he’s a part of.
History:Sir Allyn the Ratter of House Glynn was born Allyn Glynn. He grew up as the second son to a poor English lord. His older brother learned to be lord, while Allyn became a squire to one of Uther Pendragon’s knights. He was a good boy, and grew into a good man. Uther knighted him, and Allyn swore fealty to him. Allyn was not the best at swordplay or riding (he wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t the best) but he was very good at inspiring people. During one of Uther’s larger witch-hunts, Allyn found himself chasing mages, but all trails had gone dry. Then, he found his talent for sniffing out the magic-users, highborn and gutter-dwellers. Uther made good use of that talent, and Sir Allyn became known as Allyn the Ratter.
When Uther fell, Allyn’s oath was accepted by Arthur. By this point, Allyn was an older man, longing to put an end to his time on the battlefield. When the court got word that there was a secret magical society, even if this ‘word’ was just rumors and whispers, Allyn was charged with finding the mages. He is tired of finding scared people, grasping at straws to live, and he wants to go home. But, his loyalty is strong, and he will do as his king commands. But…this is his last witch-hunt.


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Username: Klink
Name: Bryn Faintree
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Profession: Sell Sword/Enchanter
Appearance: Growing up on a farm has given Bryn a lean build with broad shoulders and thick arms, but contrary to his manly figure, his face has a rather feminine touch, with bold blue eyes and long lashes, as well as a pair of full, tinted lips. Many men refuse to take him seriously due to the fact that he’s “pretty,” and this vexes Bryn to no end.
Personality: The first thing that many people notice about Bryn is that he’s a bit challenging and quite stubborn, therefore making it hard for most people to even want to get close to him. He’s confident, maybe even a bit brash, and definitely a sore loser. His impulsive and unpredictable actions often land him in the center of trouble, but Bryn would be spiritless otherwise. His choice in lifestyle caused him to move away from his aunt and uncle’s farm, leaving him feeling remorseful because it was so soon after his Uncle’s death, but Bryn knew he didn’t belong on a farm any longer.
Skills: Due to his uncle’s hobby of swordplay, Bryn learned how to handle weapons at an early age. When Bryn got older he experimented with axes, and eventually became even more proficient with them than swords. He loved weaponry, but his lust for magic was even greater. Around eight-years old, Bryn noticed that he could affect the world around him using only his mind, but took him years to learn how to control it. His aunt acknowledged his gift as well, and when she deemed him old enough, she gifted Bryn a book that once belonged to his father. The book was full of enchantments, including many dark ones, and soon Bryn became well versed with its contents. Bryn’s gift of magic was only known between himself and his aunt; his life depended on keeping it a secret. Being a loyal man to the King of Camelot and a despiser of magic, there was no telling what his uncle would’ve done if he had known.
History: Given to his aunt and uncle when he was just a babe by his father, Bryn never really knew his true origin. Although he looks perfectly human, Bryn is half faerie. His real father, a wizard who was known for his dark enchantments, fell in love with a faerie woman. During The Purge his father was found out for what he really was, and was therefore hunted. Nowhere was safe for him and his newborn child. When his father visited Viviane, the faerie, she would not accept Bryn. It was taboo for a faerie and a mortal to be together, and Bryn was evidence of her wrongdoing. Thus, Bryn grew up tending crops and herding animals on his aunt and uncle’s farm in Caerleon, a small village on the outskirts of Camelot. After the death of his uncle when Bryn was seventeen, he decided to leave Caerleon and pursue magic, but in order to make a living he became a sell sword, willing to ruin reputations and take lives for a bulkier coin purse.


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Username: Keylaleigh
Name: Marian Learmount
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Profession: Minstrel, Mage Hunter
Appearance: Marian Learmount, more commonly called by only her last name, is a slender young woman of average height with a smattering of freckles all over her body. She has a quick smile and sympathetic hazel eyes. Atop her head is a messy mop of mid-back length chestnut colored hair that she keeps slightly tamed in a ponytail and a black cap. She wears a simple tunic of teals and greens over a rough grey work shirt and a simple brown skirt with boots for ease of movement. The only piece of jewelry she wears is a small piece of carved wood wrapped in wire on a leather cord.
Skills: Marian is an accomplished poet, singer, and lute player like the Learmounts before her. Unfortunately, she also has other abilities passed down from descendant to descendant.
The first of these is the ability of foresight. She can sometimes predict the future of a person with stunning accuracy. Unfortunately, this gift is not as strong in her as it was with her ancestors.
The next gift is the ability of second sight. She can naturally see things from the other world, such as faeries and magic. People who practice magic have a shimmering glow around them in her eyes. She can also use this gift to communicate with the fae in their home world.
The final gift is, in her mind, more of a curse: the ability of true-speaking. No matter how hard she tries, Marian cannot lie. In fact, the more she struggles to lie about something, the faster the truth comes out.
Personality: Learmount has always been a cautious young woman, trying to choose her words carefully and always aware of what she is saying to others. Upon first meeting her, she is quiet and observant, but slowly she becomes extremely talkative once she feels that she can trust the group or person she is with. Due to her natural abilities, she is blunt and honest, sometimes when she does not want to be. The other thing that her true-speaking ability has done to her is made her extremely apoligetic, even for things that were not her fault whatsoever. However, Learmount does her best to be kind, and does her best to bring harm to nobody.
History: Marian Learmount is the newest descendant of the fabled line of the Rhymer which began when a young man was taken away by the faerie queen and was given gifts after he spent seven years with her. The gifts were passed from eldest child to eldest child until finally making it to where they are today.
The Learmount family had always lived in a small farmhouse near Camelot, as nobles frequently went there to have their futures told to them, and it was stated in a prophecy by the first Rhymer that one of his descendants had to ride alongside the king in his time of need. None of them know when that time would come, so all of them stayed nearby. As a little girl, Marian had few friends, as most could not take her blunt honesty, but she didn't mind, as the fae kept her company. When she got older, she made her way to Camelot to seek her fortune as a minstrel.
For a while, she made a good living of it, and was well liked by the court. One day, however, she made a slanderous comment about a high-standing noble while he was around to hear it. Outraged, he took her aside and threatened to put her in prison for life. As she quickly apologised and explained who she was to him, he stopped, and figured out a better deal.
"I will let you live freely as long as you do a special job for me. As you know, magic is illegal in this fair country, and I need someone to catch the perpetrators...."
And so the deal was made: In order to stay out of prison, Learmount would travel the city and beyond using her second sight to hunt for practitioners of the forbidden arts and bring them to justice.


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Username: Sonatina
Name: Lady Elaine of Corbenic
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Profession: Lady of Corbenic, Mother, Wife
Appearance: Elaine is a high bred lady and dresses as such, elegant gowns and embroidered cloth (She prefers whites, greens, and blues). She normally wears her dark red hair down, spilling down her back in waves, with the occasional decorative braid or hair piece. She stands around 5' 7" and always with good posture. As a lady she keeps her skin soft and white, without blemish. Her grey eyes are normally rimmed with kohl to make them stand out.
Skills: From a very young age Elaine was taught all that a lady needed to know, how to run a household, balance accounts, sew, embroider, read, and write. Elaine is an excellent rider and knows how to handle a knife, and keeps one by her side at all times. She has exceptional charismatic skills and can normally persuade anyone to do anything, which comes in handy when dealing with other lords, ladies and common folk. Elaine also has a knack for having her hand in every scheme and plot that is going on wherever she is.
Personality: Elaine is a loving mother, who only wants the best for her two children, Edwin (Cool and Aurora (6), she tolerates her old decrepit husband solely for the money and luxuries he provides her and her children with. She is exceedingly curious about everything that is happening around her in case anything could benefit her and her children, in fact she has a small army of spies out wherever she is, working as informants on any strange behavior, especially of the magical kind. Very little goes on without her knowing it, but she isn't a gossip and won't spill other people's secrets unless she is in need of a helping hand or of a little black mail. It is a very bad idea, though, to get on her bad side, as she has a nasty taste for revenge in the most perverse ways. She puts up a false facade of sweetness though, whenever it is needed.
History: As a child Elaine grew up in the walls of Astolat, only leaving special occasions. She was never close to her mother and father as she was raised by her nurse who taught her all she knows, except for the horseback riding skills, which were taught to her by her elder brother, Christen (he is also the one who gave her short instruction on how to use a knife). As she was sheltered when she was younger, Elaine only heard rumors and whispers of magic users and the powers they had. But when she was eleven Christen fell deathly ill and a witch healed him, so though magic is outlawed Elaine realizes the usefulness of such power and would give almost anything to be able to control that power.


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Username: Sly
Name: Aldreda
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Profession: Gardener/Groundskeeper
Appearance: Aldreda is of medium build, a bit on the short side and rather curvaceous; in fact she has a look that suggests that even though she's not particularly plump, she could be if given the right circumstances. She has a round, friendly face which is usually adorned with a gentle smile. She is fair-skinned with inquisitive, blue-green eyes. Her strawberry blond curls are usually kept in a long side-braid, which she will tie up in a bun if the occasion is more formal. She has the look of good breeding, although, as a Druid, any trace of nobility in her line was eradicated with Uther's great purge. Aldreda usually wears simple woolen dresses and tied tops as well as a pocketed apron containing gloves, and various other sundries for gardening when she is working. She also wears a braided leather cord around her neck, presumably with a charm attached, which is always concealed beneath her clothing. Since she works so much with her hands, her fingers are rough and calloused, her short nails almost always with traces of dirt under them.
Skills: Born and raised within a group of Druids living on the forested outskirts of the city, Aldreda is well-versed in the ways of nature and magic alike. She posses a good deal of natural talent and is sort of a Jack (or in her case, Jill xD ) of-all-trades, magically speaking. She can sometimes see spirits and otherworldly things, commune effectively with nature, see brief glimpses into the future (although usually it's nothing very concrete) and can sense someone's intentions to some degree. As a magical being, herself, Aldreda can also sense other magic users when given enough time around them. It's not that she's particularly gifted at any one of these skills, but she is proficient enough for survival in her world. However, Aldreda's real gift is her ability to manipulate and understand plants; this is, obviously, why she makes such an excellent gardener. xD; Despite her skill-set, Aldreda has never been in any real altercations, and is far better at hiding who she is than fighting to defend it; it's not exactly that she can't, she's just been able to avoid any real confrontation thus far. She also has a fair knowledge of spells and, due to her work with plants of various sorts, a basic understanding of healing herbs and the like. Although she is nowhere near proficient enough with the herbs to be a healer, by any means.
Personality: Aldreda is kindhearted, gentle, and generally quiet and shy. She will open up some when she gets to know people, however being that she is also extremely guarded, she rarely gets to know anyone well. She is calm and likes to avoid confrontation, if she can; preferring to keep the company of plants as opposed to noisy and untrustworthy humans. She makes a few exceptions for any fellow Druid or other magic user she may encounter, but her guard still remains in place, if lightened a bit. While she isn't confrontational, she is naturally curious and uses her position as a royal servant to do some snooping about from time-to-time; she's not sure what, if anything, she plans to do with any knowledge she may procure, but she figures it never hurts to know as much as possible about any given situation. Other than that, Aldreda basically keeps to herself and tries to stay unnoticed within the confines of Camelot. She has high hopes for her city, what remains of her people, and this new king Arthur; although she still doesn't trust him yet, she senses that he is a good person, and hopefully more accepting than his father ever was.
History: Aldreda was born into, and raised by, a group of Druids in the forest just outside the city of Camelot; she had a mother, a father, an older brother, and was generally happy...until the time of Uther's great purge and the systematic hunting down and killing of her whole family, that is. Sensing that something like this was on the horizon before it ever happened, Aldreda's father sent the young girl to live with a sympathetic friend in the city. The friend was a menial servant to King Uther, and taught the young Aldreda the importance of hiding her abilities now that times had changed. Aldreda never saw her family again, although as a younger girl she would often venture out into the woods just to see if she could hear whispers as to what, exactly, had happened to them; she never did find out for sure. It was as if the few scattered Druids she met, and even the trees themselves, were afraid to talk about the atrocities that had been committed there. The old man she now lived with warned Aldreda to stay away from the forest and the other Druids; Uther's men were still seen scouring those parts for any last vestiges of magic, after all. Not wanting to upset the old man or to be found out, Aldreda lessened her trips out into the forest and became rather resigned to not knowing the exact details of her family's fate. She found solace in caring for the flowers in front of the old man's house. Indeed, her handy work was eventually noticed by a passing nobleman, who bought her skills to the attention of the king. Uther sent for the young girl and requested that she become a servant of the royal household and work on the castle grounds. Not really able to refuse the king, even if she wanted to, and obliging her natural sense of nosiness, Aldreda agreed and has been working as a royal gardener and groundskeeper ever since. She still lives with old man, who is now rather sickly, and cares for him when she is not working. She keeps her identity and lineage secret and bides her time being as unremarkable as possible...except when it comes to growing gorgeous flowers.


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Username: KoyiTar
Name: Violet
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Profession: Rouge
Appearance: Violet is short for her age only being about five feet even. Her build is also rather on the lean side.
Skills: She is skilled mostly in picking locks and pick pocketing. She is also skilled at throwing knives and can use a bit of magic which she uses if she has a need to open multiple locks at one time. She also uses it to get away if she is somehow spotted and almost caught. She is also skilled with some close ranged combat nut not much she prefers to stay at a distance or avoid fighting at all costs if she can.
Personality: Violet has a bubbly personality for a very good reason she is a thief after all and likes to make her victims feel comfortable with her presence before robbing them blind. She is also a quite the quick talker and can be a bit of an exaggerator and all out liar as well. Of course there are times when her bubbliness rubs off and she can be rather cynical and hateful but she tries hard to hide that part of herself like she hides her magical abilities.
History: Violet has been on the streets since she was six. At first she had been upset at having been abandoned by her family when she showed them something she could do magically. It wasn’t her fault she knew it, it was just there; but none the less they left her behind in the middle of the night moving without her. She learned quickly the ways of the streets making friends with a few other urchins. Not showing them her magic though at least not till it started coming in handy for lock picking when an older thief showed her better tricks of the trade. She’s become somewhat more of thief for hire now though taking odd random jobs for people here and there even some such as murder. She likes her life aside from having to hide her magic. She would probably be a much different person if she didn’t have to but for now life is what it is and she makes the most of it in more ways than one.


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Username: Maeve
Name: Thomas
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Profession: Shepherd, farmer
Appearance: Thomas is almost 5'10'' tall and he's somewhat lean for his size. Working on a farm during all his life gave him a tan skin, calloused hands, and some muscles, but he is built for long-lasting, repetitive work, and not for quick outburst of pure strength. His dark brown hair are kept short, and the little beard he has is shaved often to keep his face clean. He has bright green eyes and a friendly smile is almost always floating on his lips. He wears clothes made of wool or leather, generally a simple grey wool shirt with some brown leather pants and boots, and a belt to hold a short sword at his waist.
Skills: Tom knows how to work with most farm animals (mostly sheep and cows, and a little bit with horse and other creatures), and, to some degree, he can communicate with them. Although, it doesn't mean that the animals will do what he wants; that depends of their personality and level of intelligence. He knows how to care for animals, how to make sure they stay healthy, how to make some simple healing potions and balms for them, etc. He also has some notions about how to kill them and/or transform them into useful products (meat, leather, wool), but he doesn't like doing those things and will avoid it if possible. Finally, he knows how to use a sword, a knife or a staff, even if he's not the most skilled with those weapons.
Personality: Thomas is generally friendly, albeit a bit socially awkward. Having lived in a small village for all his life, around people he could trust (except the occasional thieves and other bandits), he can be considered a bit naive. He takes whatever work he is given seriously, and he is a hard worker. He prefers to keep some things, including his possible magical abilities, to himself.
History: Tom was born the third son, and fifth kid overall, of a family or farmers and herders. He spent most of his young days helping around the house and farm, carrying for the animals and learning all there was to know about them. As far as he could remember, he always felt a special bond with animals. When he watched the herd, he had no problem gathering the sheep. It was like if he could communicate with them somehow. The same thing happened with the bull and horses, and most animals, although at a lesser degree. He never really knew what to think of it, if it was some sort of magic trick or just a skill he had developed from being around animals all the time. Unfortunately for him, the farm could only support that many people, and since he was the youngest child, there wasn't much place left for him. When he was old enough, his father suggested that he tried his luck at Camelot, where maybe he could find work caring for the king's animals. With those thoughts in mind, and hoping to find a nice place to live, Tom left the simple live of the farm and headed for the castle.


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Name: Robin Goodfellow
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Profession: Vagabond
Appearance: Robin is a man that is roughly of the five foot ten height variety. He is extremely wiry to the point of looking malnourished. His body looks slightly lifeless and under used, but his face is exactly opposite. His face is full of life from the very long dark chestnut hair to his bright emerald eyes. His face shows millennia of knowledge and his tongue is as silver as they come.
Robin is wearing a cloak of many patches. It was originally a base of brown but he thought that was too bland. He then kept weaving patches of every color he came upon whether it was in cloth or not. He feels he is nowhere near done yet. Under the cloak he wears basic adventuring gear- nothing that would draw anyone’s notice. He wears only one weapon and that is a dagger fashioned in the shape of a serpent. The hilt of the dagger has an engraving of the Fey Queen dancing with a donkey. If asked about it he shrugs and it’s usually never asked about again. He carries an extremely large staff that is almost twice the size of him.
Skills: Mr. Goodfellow is a man of many talents which may or may not include: He is a born public speaker, so much so that he has once talked himself out of being beheaded and managed to get an entire town razed in his stead. He has an uncanny knack for avoiding trouble and never being caught. He is amazing at causing mischief. Other than that is completely unremarkable.
Personality: Everyone who comes in contact with The Best of fellows remarks on a different personality. He has been seen to be in any numerous occasions all of the following: Witty, Rude, Shy, Blasphemous, Crude, Insane, Religious, Energetic, Childish, and Intelligent.
History: Hob hails from a different land where he was finally caught and banished from his beautiful home. He is trying to this day to figure out a way back to be accepted once again, or if that is not possible to cause as much mischief and mayhem as possible to his once held high land. He knows only one family in this fair land- The Learmounts- and he dares not seek them out (or maybe he does he is not quite sure). Currently Hob is wandering the land looking for tomfoolery and shenanigans, working on his cloak and telling the tales of the people who are not there, never there and will never be there. As for the current “conflict” he knows about it but ignores it as a passing fancy of some really silly people.

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“Stay with the women, they may need protection,” Bryn told a man that he’d been traveling with for a few days now. He had joined up with a group of people, who were traveling to Camelot for various reasons. They had had a smooth journey thus far, but something was moving in the forest that night.

Slowly removing his axe from its sheath on his back, he crept deeper into the darkness of the forest, remaining alert, as if he were on a hunt. When there seemed to be nothing lurking in the trees, Bryn lowered his weapon and stood a little straighter, but as he did a large figure appeared from behind a fat oak and swung hard at Bryn, tearing a large gash into the flesh on his right shoulder. When Bryn cried out, the other men and women who had been searching the forest for the rustling they had heard earlier came rushing to his aid.

Fortunately, Bryn held his ground, and was able to block the next blow with the butt of his axe. From the looks of it, the man that attacked him was a bandit, so there were sure to be more of them.

As if on queue, a wave of men with swords, shields, bows, and arrows came barreling towards the camp. Soon, Bryn was fighting men from all sides, and with his wounded shoulder losing a lot of blood, he was growing weak. Since his right hand could no longer bare the burden of his axe, Bryn shifted it to his left, just in time to lop the head off his original attacker. As the large man’s body fell to the ground, Bryn looked on to see a young girl, barely fifteen, nocking an arrow from her bow straight into a bandit’s eye. This gave Bryn a boost of energy; after all, he wasn’t going to let a little girl show him up, even if he was bleeding to death.

Murmuring a quick enchantment to make his axe lighter, Bryn began to slice and hack off limbs with less difficulty. Once there were only a few bandits left, they began to retreat, knowing the fight was lost. Unfortunately, they had lost a few too, but the bulk of the camp had remained safe. As Bryn headed back to the tents and fire, his vision began to fade, causing him to trip. His face landed in soft earth, then everything went black.
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Tam had been traveling south, minding her own business, being peaceful. Then a load of bandits had to decide she looked tasty, didn't they? Fantastic.

The first thing Tam had thought of was running, but her leg was still mending, and she had spent too much energy knitting muscle and flesh back together to rip it apart while running for her life. The second idea was fighting, but what was one girl to a score of men?

Tam settled for a combination of both. Sneaking around, and shooting from afar. She didn't want to get close enough to infect anyone, so her arrows would have to suffice.

The young witch had been doing her very best to lose the bandits in the moonlit forest for hours, and her leg was aching. She ducked behind a large tree, and sucked in a few breaths. Her leg throbbed suddenly, and Tam stifled a gasp.

"Foun' you, girlie!" a deep voice boomed just above Tam's head, and she cursed. The bandit grabbed her hand before she could stab him with a dagger, and grinned at her, showing all four of his rotted teeth. Tam grinned back, and the tattoos on her back shifted. The bandit's skin where he was touching her became mottled and lighter, and the man suddenly couldn't feel his arm.

"Wh-what is this?" the bandit gibbered.

"Leprosy," Tam told him, still smiling, her teeth gleaming in the moonlight. She promptly stabbed him in the eye with her other dagger. "Idiot."

Tam stole off again, leaving the body behind her. She noticed that there were no others following her, but there seemed to be a fight going on nearby...she nocked an arrow on her bowstring, and padded forward. The bandits seemed to be preoccupied fighting somebody.

'I guess I should help,' Tam thought begrudgingly, '[i]considering you probably saved my life.[/b]' She let a few arrows fly, felling a few men here and there, although the warrior seemed to be doing well, minus the big hole in his shoulder.

Tam hid again as the bandits fled, and watched the warrior stumble back to his camp. She momentarily considered going forward to help him, but decided against it. Who knew who the man was travelling with? Tame would follow the group, and maybe join them later, but for now...wait and watch.


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Aldreda had gone into the forest earlier to gather herbs to brew a drink for the ailing Elandris. The old man hadn't been fairing well recently, and today was particularly bad for him. It was times like this that made Aldreda wish she were better with potion-making and healing arts; still the herbal tea would hopefully suffice to ease some of Elandris's suffering until Aldreda had a chance to go and procure him some actual potions from someone who actually knew what they were doing. Elandris wouldn't like it if he knew just how far into the forest she had ventured but she had done it for him, she could take care of herself if it came down to that, and the trees would warn her if anyone unsavory approached. Besides, what the old man didn't know, really would not hurt him.

Having almost finished gathering herbs, Aldreda sat for a moment in the quiet seclusion of the forest, just listening to the trees whisper; she closed her eyes and breathed in the smell of the forest, languishing in the the moment; the forest always felt so welcoming to her, it was her true home and she hated to leave so soon. Still, with a resigned sigh she had stood and prepared to head back to Elandris...back to the city, when suddenly the trees had changed. It had been a subtle thing, indeed anyone else would likely have missed it. Aldreda was not anyone else, however, and she noted the stilling of the leaves above her immediately. All of a sudden the quiet whisperings of the trees grew quieter still until the forest was nearly silent; it was as if everything had decided to hold its breath at once. Curious, Aldreda tucked the herbs away into the pocket of her apron and took a few steps in the direction she felt would lead her to whatever it was the forest seemed to be watching.

The forest erupted in noise as suddenly as it had gone quite a moment before; the sound of the scuffle between the group and the bandits, trees shouting, birds cackling and taking flight, the cacophony filled Aldreda's ears and spurred her on towards the middle of the forest. When she finally arrived at the source of the disturbance, things had seemed to quieten down a bit, although the forest still muttered all around her. A bramble bush blocked her path and she pushed the thorns aside with a wave of her hand before peering cautiously ahead. She saw no one, save for a man laying face down in the dirt. A little farther up ahead, voices could be heard. Aldreda sniffed the air and detected a whiff of smoke; fires were lit though she couldn't quite see their glow from her position behind the bush. However discreet they had tried to be, there was a camp nearby, Aldreda was sure of it. She wondered if this young man belonged to the camp...as of yet no one had come for him.

Slowly, Aldreda crept through the hole she had made in the bushes and approached the man. He was still alive; she could see the rise and fall of his back, however slight. Carefully, and not without some effort, she rolled the man over onto his back to better asses the situation. When she touched the man, a sort of warm tingling rushed through her fingertips; she coked an eyebrow in wonderment as she looked down at him. She gasped slightly at what she saw before her; the man was really quite beautiful, there was no other word for it...beyond that though, he seemed to have a rather large, bleeding gash across his right shoulder. Not knowing why exactly she should, Aldreda sat about collecting some nearby plants and made a quick poultice to stop the bleeding. She sighed, wondering what her next course of action should be. She thought briefly about dragging him back to the camp, but one look at his size put that thought out of her head. Besides she wasn't sure that he had even come from there or indeed that the encampment would be a friendly one...although she had a feeling that it really was. She could have called out for help, but there was always the chance of attracting the wrong kind of attention with that tactic. No, there was really only one thing she could do. Sighing a resigned sigh, Aldreda looked around before covertly whispering an incantation. If all went right, the young man would be awake soon, and hopefully she could glean a bit of information from him.

((Sorry, long post is long...but I had to...? xD; Also, the old man Aldreda lives with is named “Elandris.” This isn't important really, I just don't think I mentioned it before and I wanted to avoid any possible confusion. Sweat )

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 PostPosted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 6:23 am Reply with quote        
Marian Learmount sighed as she sat in her small room in the inn. Lord Bainard wanted her nearby so he could give her assignments whenever he felt it necessary. Right now, she had absolutely nothing to do, so she was tuning her lute. It was good to tune it every few days, even if she hadn't been playing it at all. She needed nothing to base the notes of the strings on, as her ears knew exactly what the strings sounded like- one of the perks that came from being of a family of minstrels and entertainers.

As she tuned the final string, she started playing a tune that was as second-nature to her as tuning her strings. A tune she was taught from a very young age, as it was the story of her grandfather, the first Rhymer. The one who started everything.

"Harp and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer...."

As she continued singing, she barely noticed the floating light that drifted through her open window and sat on her desk chair. Anyone else who would have walked into the room at that moment would not have seen the lights, but Marian saw them clear as day and continued playing until the song was over. Then she looked over at the light. "And what brings you here today, Moth?"

The light took on a humanoid form until finally appearing as a young woman with mottled brown moth wings. "I wanted to hear you play again. We miss you at the farm, Marian. Why haven't you returned yet?"

Marian put away her lute and looked at her oldest friend. "I would love to return to the farm, but I have to stay in the city. I have some jobs to do here."

"What kind of jobs keep you away from home? Your father and mother miss you so much."

"I understand, Moth, and I miss them too." Marian rose and put a hand on her shoulder. "I will give you word on my return as soon as I have information on it myself."

"You are avoiding my first question, Marian. What kind of jobs have you taken?" Moth was starting to look angry, and she rose to stare Marian in the eye.

Marian fumbled for an answer when she heard footsteps. "You'd better leave. These doors are thin and I don't want anyone to think I am talking to myself in here. They find me loony enough already." She said quickly, shooing the fairy out of the room until it reverted back into a ball of light and flew out the window.

When Moth left, Marian flopped onto the bed, sighing. She would have loved to tell Moth everything, but she couldn't, as Moth would have never approved of her choice. Hopefully when this accursed witch hunt was over she could finally leave this city, hopefully to never return to it again.

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Allyn re-read the small roll of parchment for the third time, but despite his dearest wishes, the words remained the same. The old knight pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"Is something the matter?" his wife asked quietly from the door. Allyn turned, surprised. He didn't hear her approach.

"No, nothing dear," he said, "I just have some work to do in the city. Go back to sleep." Allyn's wife was wise, and knew her husband better than most wives did. She could see the worry.

"Allyn...what is it? Is it more witches?"

"I'm afraid so. Apparently the king is orchestrating a hunt."

"Not another one! You've done your share of those!"

"I know, dear, but he says that this will be the last one I need to assist." Allyn's wife crossed her arms, and glared.

"That's what Uther said too," she said, "About five times. What makes you think that Arthur is any more truthful than his father?"

"It does not matter. I swore an oath to King Arthur, and I will not become an oathbreaker because a man's father needed me to find dangerous witches." Allyn's tone was strong, and his wife knew that nothing she said would sway him. She crossed to him, and laid her head on his shoulder.

"Very well," she said, "But this is the last one. After this, you're coming home with me. Aeron has a house waiting for us." Allyn smiled at the prospect. A small cottage, in the country, away from the bustle of court, and away from the title of Ratter. He hated it.

"The message says something about someone who could help you," Allyn's wife said, reading the letter in his hand, "Who is it?"

"A charge of a lord who wishes to remain anonymous," Allyn said, "Apparently, she can see magic, or something like that."

"That would be useful," Miriam commented, "Maybe you'll come out unscarred this time."

"I can only hope so." There was a moment of silence when neither ofo them could think of what to say.

"I'm going to head into the city this morning," Allyn said, "I should start making preparations. You should go to Aeron, and tell him to get ready for us. Take the twins. They're bored." Miriam nodded, and left the room. Allyn rested his head on his hands, and breathed deep.

"Time to find this...'Learmount,' I suppose."


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Violet laughed at her good fortune in cards yet again as she won yet another round. She was of course cheating and hadn't been caught at it. "Well boys I think I shall call you beaten enough a round of the best ale on me though in fact make it two." She said taking her leave from the table giving the innkeeper the money for the rounds of drinks. She might be a thief but she was a honest one at that.

"Wait a minute lass" One of the men she had been playing against said before she could make it off to her room. "How did ye become so good at cards" He said probably to get a rise out of her and make her get defensive. "Lots of of practice and patience my good sir." She said raising her arms up to show that she had no hidden cards of any sort hidden up her sleeves nor in her jacket. "She didn't cheat us none boys! Girl ain't got a hidden card on her one!" He yelled back to the other men at the table who looked bewildered at the fact they had been bested by a 19 year old.

"Sorry to make you think otherwise gentlemen. I shall take my leave now though I could use some rest." She said nodding to the men whom just gave her a nod back and decided to enjoy their drinks. As soon as Vi was back in her room however she let out a small peal of laughter at just how easily she had tricked the guy in not seeing all the hidden cards down her sleeves and in her jacket pockets. "That was too close for comfort going to have to be much more careful next time." She said to herself getting herself ready to settle down for sleep after locking the door to her room tightly with a bit of magic.


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Lady Elaine sat on her dappled mare, back straight, watching proudly as her elldest child, Edwin mounted his horse with grace. She had chosen his riding instructor carefully, no son of hers would ever fall off a horse.

A parade of servents followed a limping figure out of the manor door and Elaine stiffeled a sigh of contempt. Her husband, Lord Henry of Corbenic, was old, wrinkly, and almost lame, but Elaine would bare the burden of being married to such a man, after all, better to be married unhappily rich, than happily poor. She watched in disgust as he was helped into his carriage by his serving men. It seemed like ages, and Elaine had to bite her cheek to keep from rolling her eyes, it would do no good fot the servents to see outright loathing on her part. Instead she smiled sweetly at her darling daughter, Arurora, just turned six and already promising to be as beautiful as her mother. She was seated in front of her nurse on a sturdy horse who would be sure not to throw her.

Lord Corbenic had finally made his way into his carriage and the procession of servents, supplies, and nobels started on the long road to the Corbenic's summer home in the great city of Camelot.


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 PostPosted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 10:16 pm Reply with quote        
When Bryn awoke, his body was freezing, but the shoulder that had taken the blow was quite warm. As he opened his eyes he made an effort to prop himself up, but instead just fell back against the dirt once more. A painful cry escaped his mouth, allowing the dirt caked around his lips to fall in, causing him to spit up a mound of dirt.

A mouth full of dirt is just what I need when I come back from the brink of death, Bryn thought to himself, scowling, but then he realized just how did he wake? He was sure as dead. As hard as it was, Bryn managed to move his head around to look for some sign of his savior, when his eyes fell on a fair-skinned, young woman giving him a warm smile, her eyes full of wisdom beyond her years. He didn’t recognize her from the camp. The camp! Not caring how badly it hurt, Bryn quickly sat up, searching for the men and women he had been traveling with. The fire was still burning off in the distance, but the sound of them packing up was clear. They would be leaving soon, no doubt, expecting the bandits to return with greater numbers. Bryn wasn’t sure whether or not he’d be fit for travel, and when he felt a searing pain start in his shoulder and travel up his neck, resulting in him falling back to the ground grasping his wound, he knew it wasn’t going to be possible.

“I don’t know who you are, but I am forever in your debt. You saved my life." Bryn looked in awe at this woman, which was one of the very first times he had ever looked in awe at anyone, but he felt prompted to ask, "where did you come from anyway? You weren’t with the camp.” His mind quickly fleeted to the young girl with the bow that he had seen earlier during the ambush. As best he could recall, she hadn’t been with the camp either. “The young girl with the bow, is she with you?”
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 PostPosted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 11:37 pm Reply with quote        
In a half awakened state Robin turned over in his sleep. He felt something large and bulky next to his head and tried to push it away. He was having such a wonderous dream about the his mother running way in shame at what ol' Hob had done to her.

As he starts pushing it away his hand hits something kinda wet and sticky. Opening one eye and muttering under his breath he spys a man with his head chopped off. Muttering again he rolls back over.

25 seconds later he reawakens with a start.

"Wow what did I have to drink last night!"

He kicked the corpse away from him (because he probably would not care where he is right now), Robin finally got up, went through the pockets of the obviously dead bed fellow he had on the side of the road, brushed himself off, and turned and headed for what seems like the road. Hob only paused breifly to stare at a lovely butterfly crossing his path.
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 PostPosted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 5:13 pm Reply with quote        
With an annoyed sigh, the young man lifted his thick wool blanket off the ground, shaking off the dust and leaves before he attempted to fold it correctly. He had stayed closer to the camp to help protect the kids and women, and apparently the rest of the group had frightened the bandits, but nobody felt like their camp was safe anymore. Thus, most travelers were now packing up and getting ready to leave, and he certainly didn't want to be left behind. Pushing his blanket into his bag, he then placed the leather strap over his left shoulder, leaving the larger part of the bag in his back so his sword would easily be accessible if needed. He then threw some dirt on the small fire he had lit to put it out, and when he noticed the last flames dying, he moved near to the rest of the group.

Slowly but surely, everybody was gathering the few goods they had. Tom didn't have much, and most of the people he could see were in the same situation. But apparently, that didn't stop bandits from attacking them. He really didn't understand how bandits work anyway.

Yawning, he looked around and noticed the group wasn't ready to leave yet. A small group of older men, all looking like potent warriors, were talking about the missing people. "They're probably dead now," one of them said, expressing the thoughts of most. Speaking about that... Tom looked around once more, noticing one of the men he had been travelling with wasn't around anymore. After a quick glance to make sure the troop wouldn't leave, he decided to take a quick walk around the camp to see if he could find him.

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 PostPosted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 5:27 am Reply with quote        
Aldreda watched Bryn with quiet concern as he moved about, yet she waited patiently for him to figure out that moving around would be a bad idea on his own. Likely, it would do no good to tell him not to move so much, besides some things had to be found out the hard way.

At Bryn's question, Aldreda had paused, debating whether or not to answer honestly. After a moment, she decided that just telling him her name and that she lived nearby likely wouldn't hurt anything; he obviously wasn't one of Arthur's henchmen, and besides for reasons quite unfathomable, she found herself strangely trusting of this man. The fact was as intriguing as it was disconcerting.

"My name is Aldreda, and there is no debt to be paid. I live nearby...in Camelot. I was gathering herbs in the forest when I heard a struggle--although "struggle" is putting the noise I heard rather mildly--curious, I followed. When I got here, all I found was you face down and looking half-dead...it's not like I could just leave you that way; not without knowing why I had found you in such state to begin with. What happened here, if you would be so kind as to tell me? For one thing, what is it that you all were doing travelling through these woods?"

She pauses for a moment, and shakes her head, considering something.

"It is of little consequence either way. It would seem that this camp of which you speak will soon be leaving. Undoubtedly, you would like to leave with them, but I do not believe you are strong enough to travle just now. I may have "saved your life" but the fact remains that you lost a great deal of blood; it will take several days, at least, before you can go any further than the outskirts of the city without danger to yourself."

Aldreda sighed and looked down at Bryn thoughtfully. It occured to her again just how striking the young man looked. She jammed her hands into the pockets of her apron and continued speaking.

"Have you any idea where your encampment is headed next? I probably shouldn't be offering this but...if need be, I can go on ahead and alert them of your plight, perhaps arrange a meeting place for you all. You can--"

She trailed off, catching herself about to offer up her own home for the young man's recovery. What was she thinking? She knew nothing about this man, it was dangerous to allow anyone (especially a stranger) into her home, and yet...something about this man was different; even though she barely knew him it was almost as though she could trust him. Of course, that was silly; Elandris most defineitly would not approve of her current line of thought. Elandris! She needed to get back to him soon, not be stuck out here worrying about some wounded man in the forest.

"I can likely find you somewhere in the city to rest until you are well enough to travel, if you'd like....."

She raised an eyebrow at Bryn's question about the girl. She hadn't seen anyone like that, but now that she thought about it, there was a feeling in this forest, not overly pleasent, that told her something was near.

"I haven't seen anyone besides you around these parts. I know nothing of this girl you speak of."

Aldreda stared blankly out across the forest, thinking about what her next course of action should be.

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 PostPosted: Sun Jul 01, 2012 11:29 am Reply with quote        
Tam had watched the downed man for a while. Nothing better to do, and if he died, then she could loot his body. But when a woman appeared, Tam did her best to disappear. She somehow managed to climb a low tree and hide herself in the leaves. Her leg protested the climbing, but once Tam was up, she continued the healing process.

This...woman had started gathering herbs to fix the man's wound (mostly, she missed a few choice herbs that would have been much better), and Tam started drifting off to sleep. Twice, she almost fell from her perch, but managed to catch herself in time. She woke when the man did, startled out of sleep by his cry of pain.

Tam half-heartedly eavesdropped on the conversation. Talk of life-long debts were trivial and boring to Tam. Too many people had said almost exactly the same thing to her, but later ignored her when she needed help. She also heard the woman offer to help the wounded, but thought nothing of it. Resting was certainly the smartest course if the man wanted to recover quickly.

When the man mentioned her, Tam sat straight up, putting her off-balance. She reeled on the branch for a moment, almost falling out of the tree. Tam ended up hanging from the branch by her hands, her feet dangling a few feet from the ground. At least she wasn't in sight of anyone...she just had to be quiet if she didn't want to be noticed.

Tam dropped to the ground, and would have landed fine if her left leg wasn't extremely stiff from having been in one position for a while. She fell down with a loud 'whumph' and cursed for a few seconds, both in Gaelic and English at her leg. So much for being quiet...


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