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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Jan 2, 2019 2:30:24 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! Also let me know if you'd like me to edit anything! for the love OF CAMELOT Arthur knew that his father disapproved of this, but there were some instances where Arthur just needed to clear his head. Go for a ride. Escape the hustle and bustle -- and pressures -- of being in the city of Camelot. The king claimed it was dangerous for the sole heir to be venturing around on his own, but Arthur did not heed to such warnings. Instead, dressed in his hunting attire, he rode through to the woods. Enjoying the fresh air, making certain that he would return before nightfall. After all, who dared attack him in the middle of the day? Well, that was where he had been wrong. When he dismounted so his horse could rest and drink from the lake, Arthur heard the snapping of twigs, immediately prompting him to turn around. It was when he saw their faces that he unsheathed his sword, gripping it tightly with eyes narrowed at the others.
"Fancy clothes and sword ye got there," one of them pointed out. Bandits. Perhaps they did not know who he was, but they were aware enough to recognize that he had things worth stealing. Arthur warned them to stay back, but the exact opposite was a result of his words. Four men came charging at him. As they were bandits, they had no skill in fighting, and it did not take long for Arthur to learn the rhythm of their style. Strike to kill without any strategy or skill. It allowed him to eliminate the first two threats, but they had the advantage of numbers. So focusing on the four -- now two -- men who had attacked him, he had not been aware of a fifth that hid behind the trees, aiming his crossbow at Arthur.
Had Arthur not been pushed out of the way, the arrow would have gone through his head. Startled, he spun around to see who had done that as the arrow struck the tree. It was a young man -- one that Arthur had never met before and yet, there was something strangely familiar about him. Before he had the chance to ask, his focus returned to the fight at hand. Now with the two of them, they managed to strike down the remaining 3 attackers. But Arthur could not help but notice . . . how in sync they fought. Yes, that striking familiarity in the man was even more intense now . . . yet surely, Arthur would have remembered such a person. When the men all lay motionless on the ground, Arthur turned back to the stranger.
"You saved my life," Arthur stated, more recognition than anything else. "Thank you," he added with sincere gratitude as he extended his hand to the man. "What's your name?" Perhaps that would help him to recognize the man . . . somehow. Besides, he may not even know that Arthur was the prince and yet still had intervened in the fight. He would however ensure the young man did not go unrewarded. With the way he fought though . . . Arthur found it easy to assume that he was a noble or a knight perhaps from another kingdom.
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Post by Guinevère on Jan 2, 2019 14:20:15 GMT -5
Amaren Pendragn, the crown prince of Camelot, son of Arthur Pendragon, was far from home. Where he was from--when he was from--magic was handled differently. Less and less knew it and trusted it. Morgana's blood lust had turned many kingdoms against the thought of it. Less and less people took the risk. It was as if magic was slowly fading away. So when one of his father's enemies had used magic to send men back to kill his father when he was young 'and stupid', Amaren had not hesitated to follow them. It was his father after all. While he had heard stories of a time when his father was young and not the great leader he was, he was hard to believe. His mother would jest that his father was arrogant, and spoiled; and his father would only grin. His father trusted friend, had many almost unbelievable tales of his father's youth. Once that Amaren loved to hear, but never could see his father in the stories. Not complacently.
He had three jobs on this mission, and knew that when he was pulled back to his time. The first was to keep his father alive. The assassins could only stay so long before the spell wore off. Second, keep his mother alive--if they wanted to change things killing her would be much easier and change who his father was. Erase Amaren and his sister. Third, keep the assassins from getting to Morgana--if she had foreknowledge, she could best his father.
Which made him follow the assassins while they hired men to track his father down and kill him. He lost the assassin int he fight, as his first goal was to save his father. Thankfully years and years of training by his side, meant he knew how his father fought, and could best aid him. "You saved my life," His father said, in a voice and body that put them almost the same age. How far had he come? "Thank you," Amaren put his sword away and reached out to take his father's hand. It was odd, how his father had always seemed larger then life, and now he felt . . . it was odd. "What's your name?" Right. He had a job, and he could not stand here staring at his younger father in awe.
"Well, sir, that is a very complicated answer to give you." He began, knowing he had only days here--if that--before he was pulled back. Realizing he still held his father's hand he dropped it and fought an grin before continuing. "I can prove my story! I can!" If his father gave him the chance. "My name is Amaren. A magic spell sent me to protect you." Magic was illegal and he knew admitting that would earn him no favors. "I am from the future, and when your enemies sent back an assassin, followed them!" He hurried to admit, so his father would know he wasn't just using magic, since Arthur didn't know of how things were yet. Knowing he had to keep giving him more, but not waiting to over whelm him, he gave him once last detail. He would prove it once his father got over his shock. "And . . . I'm your son." He admitted, hesitantly. "I'm your son." He repeated proudly.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Jan 3, 2019 3:02:21 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! Also let me know if you'd like me to edit anything! for the love OF CAMELOT A name was complicated? Arthur slightly raised an eyebrow in intrigue as the young man continued to explain that he could prove his story. What story? Yet Arthur need not ask for he continued on, giving his name. Even the name sounded strangely familiar yet just like the man's face . . . he could not place it. That, was when Arthur stopped trying to figure it out for the words that escaped his lips were ones that brought the prince to silence. Disbelieving silence. He said nothing as he let the boy speak this unimaginable tale. And as if it couldn't get any more ridiculous . . . he finished by saying that he was his son . . . twice! Arthur took a couple steps back, away from the young man, his face erased from any trace of amicable nature and instead, was replaced with a serious expression.
"I had thought how to reward you for saving my life, so allow me to return the favor." By saving his. "Magic is banned in this kingdom. To speak of using it is punishable by death." By order of the king. There was a clear warning in the tone of his voice. "I will excuse your admittance of practicing magic . . . and your lies that could very well be considered treason." To make such claims about a royal. "But you best not dare utter them again." More warning; an underlying tone of threat as he looked the man with a deadpan expression. "Consider this repayment for saving my life, as I now save yours." A clear finishing of the subject and prompt for this . . . Amaren to leave. Yet, something compelled Arthur to stay in his place, looking at the other male and unable to describe what it was about him . . . apart from his ridiculous words of untruths.
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Post by Guinevère on Jan 3, 2019 20:32:21 GMT -5
Amaren watched his father step away from him, and knew the fight for his trust was only just beginning. He had to prove his words, which he why he reached for the pouch by his side, while his father spoke. "I had thought how to reward you for saving my life, so allow me to return the favor." He needed no reward for saving his father's life. He did it for love, and honor. "Magic is banned in this kingdom. To speak of using it is punishable by death." He knew this too. Uther's name was still spoke in the castle sometimes. "I will excuse your admittance of practicing magic . . . and your lies that could very well be considered treason." He pulled the strings on the pouch and reached in it, knowing he had little time to convince his father who he was, and to get him to protect his mother. The assassin failed here, but he would move quickly.
Amaren's hope was that strangers would not move so freely in the castle--where he mother worked. "But you best not dare utter them again." He would. "Consider this repayment for saving my life, as I now save yours." "Thank you, but I need no repayment for saving your life. I would give my own for yous. I told you, I sent here to protect you. I came because your father."
He pulled something from his pouch, but kept it guarded in his hand for a moment. This was important to his parents. To his father. He wanted to be able to return it to them when he went back, but if this Arthur kept it. This he would loose that chance. "I can prove who I say I am. Please. I can prove that I am the son of Arthur Pendragon." He took a step closer to his father, still clutching the ring that was so important. "Your mother, my grandmother, had a ring. It was one of the few things you have of her. You gave it to your wife on your wedding day . . . or will." When he married his mother.
Amaren looked down at the ring, before holding it out. "My mother loves this ring. She said you'd know it. That if you look in your safe, you'd find your ring still there." He prayed his father would begin believing him with this. If he didn't make it to the city in time to save his mother, then history would be forever changed. He wasn't sure how much his mother had changed his father, but he knew his father always said she helped me. He needed his father to believe him enough to go with him. Enough to help make a plan to protect everyone--before it was too late.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Jan 4, 2019 1:46:29 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT Arthur wasn't sure what he was getting ready to pull out, nor did Arthur pay any close attention to it. He only hoped he heeded his warning and went on his way without continuing these appalling lies. But then, he mentioned his mother, Arthur's mother, and that was enough for Arthur's hand to move to the hilt of his sword in preparation to pull it out. Out of anger, at the mention of his mother from a stranger's lips. The only thing that stopped him, was when his eyes fell to what the young man held out, and it cause Arthur to pause. To freeze. To numb.
His eyes slightly widened at the object for he not only had the ring, but also the sentiment behind it. Arthur felt his throat dry, knowing that the only logical explanation was that he had stolen it . . . yet, how then did he know the meaning behind the ring? "Where did you get that from?" He questioned, his voice holding a tone other than anger. It was . . . well, he wasn't entirely sure how to describe it. Shock. Emotion. And yet, still attempting to remain composed and guarded. "Who is your mother?" He practically demanded, eyes moving to meet the other's as the inexplicable emotions began to fade and left was the discomfort of seeing what he held, and explaining the sentiment behind it. Because whoever this man's mother was . . . clearly held responsibility to this horrible act. Theft. Lies. Manipulation.
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Post by Guinevère on Jan 4, 2019 23:59:43 GMT -5
His father put his band on the hilt of the blade, and Amaren felt a stab of fear. If his father attacked, could he really fight back? He had though his father might react many ways, but violence hadn't accord to him. Yet it seemed the ring stalled his hand--which cause Amaren to exhale in relief from not having to make that choice. He had trained under his father all his life, and never wanted to know who'd win in a fight. Would never need to know.
The ring is my mothers. She gave it too me before I came to find you. I know you have many questions. I can answer them all. Only not here." This place was too open, and the attack could come from anywhere. "Please believe me enough to believe there is an assassin out there. He will stop at nothing to see you dead. You would be safer in the Citadel where there are knights around and he as less chance of getting to you." They needed to keep moving, until they where back in the castle.
He needed something to prove his story more. Just enough to make his father hear him out. "You told me once that you thought about be a farmer." Amaren hurried to add, as it came to mind--imploring him to believe him, hoping that wasn't common knowledge. He didn't think it was, but it wasn't exactly something that needed to be a guarded secret.
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Post by Arthur Pendragon on Jan 13, 2019 12:45:05 GMT -5
Tag: Guinevère Note: Better layout coming soon! for the love OF CAMELOT The entire thing was causing him more and more unease. Though, Arthur did not fail to notice that the young man evaded his question. "I demand to know, who is your mother?" Because, she was obviously involved in this ploy. This, deceit! And Arthur would find her and most certainly confront her about it. "You will answer this question here. Or I will run you through." Yet, something was stopping him from doing so. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was something. Still. Arthur kept his voice strong, unwavering, nothing in his demanour or expression showing that he would back down from his demanding question.
His expression slightly faltered with a small flicker of confusion when he spoke of Arthur wanting to be a farmer. "I never told you that," he denied. It was the inner, deepest thoughts that Arthur had not told to a single soul. Could it just be a lucky guess? "Do not presume to know me," he said, growing stoic once more. "I don't know how you knew that, but it proves nothing. Other than someone else has a hand in this, ploy, and you will tell me who." Because Arthur was not going to bring back a man claiming to be his son to the city.
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