The Unwilling Visiter[open]

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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Aatos, crested the hill to view the of halls of... Camelot. Great, of all the kingdoms for me to wander into, it had to be Camelot. He though disgustedly. This was the last kingdom he would want to be in. He was about to turn back, when, his stomach, began to rumble. He sighed and pulled his travel bag of his back, it was empty. Great I know have to go into Camelot, I doubt I make it out of here on foot, without supplies. He'll go in, buy his supplies, and leave. That's all.

Aatos began the decent, reflecting about the last time he had, been in Camelot, it had been 10 years ago. He had gone on a diplomatic envoy with his father. His father, every time he though of him, his heart paned. He couldn't believe that it had been 8 years sense his death, and Aatos's exile, from his homeland.

He was half way down the ridge when he heard a rustle in the woods. Aatos, stopped, and laced his hand on the hilt of his blade. He tuned and faced the source of the sound, and said in the best authoritative voice he could muster, “Who is there? Show yourselves.” He didn't want to be taken unawares by anything, and his sense wasn't acting up, for now.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Location:[/b] a Hill outside of Camelot
Outfit:[/b] here
Tag:[/b] open
Notes:[/b]I'm re-doing my old post.
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval

[Alistair]

Alistair was not pleased to be this close to the Castle. Still, he knew why he often came here. It was a reminder. Of her. Damn her but she was still on his mind. Forever there, just out of reach. This was where he'd taken her and this was where he had returned her. Even of she was no longer here, he came here to think. -- And to tempt fate.

There was a rustling sound not far from him, followed by a voice demanding what who ever was there show themselves. Alistair silently moved closer to the sound, only to find signs that someone had just run off. Was it a woodland thief seeking to rob someone? He walked a few steps closer to the edge of the woods, and then moved around a large tree and into view of the voice. "I think you were being followed." He said in his deep, and calm voice.

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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Aatos's nerves where taunt when he heard the first noise, so when the person, the one who he assumed to be the one who he heard, talked, he twirled to face the person with his sword in hand.

The blade wasn't anything special just a common steel blade, that had looked as if it had seen a lot of action. Aatos adjusted himself into a defensive position. Then he began to think over exactly what he had said.

“Perhaps.” Aatos said, his voice even, not betraying any emotion. “But how do I know that you weren't the one who was following me?” His voice pitched down. He wouldn't be surprised if this man wasn't an assassin sent by his uncle. He could be never to certain.

“Who are you?” He asked, borrowing the tone he had learned from his father when he was young. It was firm, and commanding but not overtly so.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Location:[/b] a Hill outside of Camelot
Outfit:[/b] here
Tag:[/b] Alistair, Open
Notes:[/b]Well well, he's a bit jumpy isn't he.
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval

[Alistair]

Alistair was not the type of man who talked allot. He had spent so many years on his own that even when he wanted to talk he often didn't quite know how to say what he wanted to say. "I wasn't." Was all he had to say about the idea of following the man. HAD he been following the stranger, he would not have gotten caught and HAD he gotten caught he would have not stepped out when asked 'who's there'!

Alistair also knew better then to give the man his name. Alistair had not only kidnapped the princess of Gwent in recent days, but a servant girl (who was supposed to have been a noble) and then he had topped them all. By kidnapping the King of Camelot himself! He was a wanted man, and not just for being a druid. "Arthur." He lied, "Yours?"

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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“Arthur.”

Aatos's eyebrow raised at the name the stranger had given him. There was no way that the man who was in front of him was the Prince of Camelot. First of he remembered the prince having blond hair, though he had only seen once about 10 years ago. But there was one other thing that he had to test to see if he was telling the truth. He distinctly remembering the prince not effecting his ability. Another thing he distinctly remembered about the prince was his obnoxiousness. Not even a life time of training would get rid of that.

So Aatos sheathed his sword and took a step closer to the man. As he got closer he began to get closer he felt the all to familiar buzzing sensation coming over him. Who ever this man is, he wasn't the Prince of Camelot.

But of course he could be over thinking things. Arthur can't be the only person in the kingdom with that particular name. Who knows, his name might actually be Arthur. But Aatos didn't trust him, anymore he figured that stranger trusted him. But he figured if the man was any threat to him, he would have been dead.

Aatos looked in him the eyes and responded even extending his hand to him.

“Anton.”

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Location:[/b] a Hill outside of Camelot
Outfit:[/b] here
Tag:[/b] Alistair
Notes:[/b] What time frame where you thinking this took place?
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval

[Alistair]

Alistair watched the man put up his sword and walk closer. He was not sure if he trusted the man to come to close but his sword was up and he did not want to raise an alarm while being this close to the castle. The last thing he needed was the REAL Arthur to come out looking for him. He had stolen the man's horse enough times that, Alistair was sure for that reason alone he was going to try to kill him. Much less for the other kidnappings.

When Anton offered his hand, Alistair paused for a moment before extending his as well. He gave the man a firm shake and then let go. Alistair was not overly used to touching people, as even when his paths did cross with men there was no touching. Not since the princess had he even wanted to. Still, he knew it was rude. "What brings you this way?" he asked, not really sure why he did but if the man lived in Camelot then maybe he could try to get some information out of him.

[Ummmm, late s2?]

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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When “Anton” shook the other man's hand, he felt the hum intensify. Who ever this man was, he had something magical about him.

Aatos was slow to respond to the man's question. “I happened to have wandered here by accident.” It was the truth after all. The last place he was a small village in Mercia where he got some supplies, he must have some how gone farther northeast then what he wanted.

Then he grabbed his bag, “And unfortunately I'm running low on supplies, so I was planning to head into Camelot itself, and perhaps find some work there. And then I will leave.” That was if everything went well of course. But Aatos didn't know why told the man what he did. But what harm could come of telling him that little bit.

And if he wasn't the one who was following him, then it might have been some of his Uncle's assassins. But maybe they where heading in the same directions. It is always safer to travel in a group then alone.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Location:[/b] a Hill outside of Camelot
Outfit:[/b] here
Tag:[/b] Alistair
Notes:[/b] Right after the troll incident? And by the way he didn't tell you his true name. Just making sure it was clear.
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval

[Alistair]

Alistair wondered why Anton would revile his plans, but he also knew not everyone was plotting evil things so they had nothing to hide. He wondered how one wondered here but accident, but perhaps Camelot was only on the x list for Druids like himself, rather then every day honest folk.

"I think you might find it a bit hesitant with strangers about now." He warned the man, not wanting someone else to get blamed for his crimes. "The king was just kidnapped not long ago, and the knights seem to be out for blood."

{oops}

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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Aatos looked at Arthur, his eyebrow raised. “Well that isn't good. Thank you for the warning.” He said his voice steady. He wasn't sure of what to make of the other man.

Aatos had been mostly convinced who ever this man was, he was no Assassin of Wessex. He seemed to be a local, if not resident of the woods around here. He had heard of Druids in the area, hiding from Uther, practically underneath his nose.

Could he be one of those druids? Maybe. But most would try to stay away from the main City, like Aatos tried. Though he has been unsuccessful as of late. But that gave him an idea; what if he didn't have to go into the city? The man seemed like he knew the area and plus if he wanted to rob him, he would be knocked out, lying on the hill, or worse. No whoever he was, he wasn't a threat to his life, for now. And plus he could pay the man, if he had to. But he must save his money for his supplies.

“Well maybe I shouldn't go into the city.” He cocked his head. “Do you know of any village near by that would sell me any supplies?”

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Location:[/b] a Hill outside of Camelot
Outfit:[/b] here
Tag:[/b] Alistair
Notes:[/b] Hey would you care if the assassin attack him here? Or do you even want to be part of that?
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval

[Alistair]

Only druid encampments, but Alistair was not about to betray the location of them to a stranger. He gave a light shrug, in reply before replying. "What type of supplies do you need?" He might know of a non-Druid farm, or a smaller town that could trade with him. Most did not take coins unless they planned a trip into the city, or taxes were coming up.

As a man of the road, however, Alistair did not know when taxes were due or anything about them other then they beggared a man. How like a king, rich beyond his dreams, and still demand money from his starving underlings. Alistair began to feel the hairs on his neck stand, and knew they were being watch. Casually he turned so his back was against a tree, facing the city. He knew no one was coming up that way, and he did not want anyone seeking up behind him.

{I'm game}

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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What kind of supplies he needed? Umm the one's that you would require to avoid Camelot, till he can find a job, again. “Food rations more then anything, I've got the other stuff.” Aatos responded, not saying what went through his mind. No need to insult the only person who you met in this land that didn't try to kill him, yet. Its amazing how many assassins he's had to kill or other wise dodge, throughout his young life.

He had money to pay for the goods, and if they didn't want money then he could always work for them, its not like he hasn't ever done that before. He did understand that most peasants didn't normally take coins, unless it was tax time, and Aatos had no clue when taxes where due in Camelot. He normally didn't pay taxes, he never stayed in place for a long enough time, to ever worry about it.

“Well if you can lead me to a town near by, it would be greatly appreciated, Arthur.” He was walking closer to Arthur when, he heard a something wiz by his ear, He was surprised to see a crossbow bolt imbedded in the tree where his head was moments ago.

He turned to see a heavily cloaked man drop the hunting crossbow he was using and draw a sword. Aatos wasted no time to draw his own blade, and try to meet the assassin, head on. He wasn't sure if Arthur would join him. But what he hoped the most was that Arthur wouldn't attack him. He didn't know this man well, so its not like he has a clue who his true allegiances lie.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Location:[/b] a Hill outside of Camelot
Outfit:[/b] here
Tag:[/b] Alistair
Notes:[/b]Well its up to you to join the fray or not.
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval

[Alistair]

Alistair heard him asking about near by places but was not truly hearing him. He was used to being out in the woods, and knew the sounds of someone approaching. It would turn out he was right, as for seemingly no reason the traveler was attacked.

Alistair stood where he was, not drawing a weapon as he watch the fight play out. He was trying to decide if he should help or not. For all he knew this was something that had been building up. "I take it he is not a friend." He commented, while watching the men fight it out. He drew a dagger out of his boot and watched him. He would let the man handle it, and if it looked as if he might loose he would step in then.

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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Aatos met the man half way, bring his blade up, holding it in a two-handed stance. Aatos was pragmatic and his fighting style showed that. He made his enemy attack him, waiting for them to tire and make a mistake, and then he would strike, leaving no room for them to react. Aatos's method was useful against single opponents, and he normally was slightly more aggressive when fighting a group. He liked to use his opponents against each other.

True to form, Aatos played it simple, using basic moves to counter-act the Assassin's attack. This went for awhile until the assassin stumbled. Aatos was prepared to kill the man when he saw the assassin's left hand, and in it a dagger. It was a feint, the Assassin fooled him, and Aatos fell for it. And there was no way for him to block it.

Then suddenly he had a flash back. His sister was siting in front of a small fire, whispering soft words, and the fire leaped and danced at her beckon. And he can remember those word she said. He stared at the blade and whispered, “Grwes.” The blade briefly glowed red, as a wave of exhaustion washed over him. The Assassin dropped his dagger, looking surprised at the fact that he was actually able to cast a spell. Aatos took the opportunity to plunge the blade into the Assassin, killing him.

Aatos wiped his blade off on the man cloak, and began to rummage through the man belongings, not like he would need them anymore. Aatos turned to face Arthur, plainly exhausted. That was the most powerful bit of magic he has ever cast in his life, and he doubt he could do it again.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Location:[/b] a Hill outside of Camelot; Beauty and Beast
Outfit:[/b] here
Tag:[/b] Alistar
Notes:[/b] So I've changed his abilites slightly.. I'll note it on my bio.
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval [/color]

[Alistair]

Alistair was watching the fight with interest, and noticed when something turned the tables for Anton. Magic. Alistair could not use magic, for he lacked the training and the will to learn; but he knew it when he saw it. As a seer, he was bound by that magic however and it was apart of him like his hand was apart of him.

When Anton looked up Alistair, he finally spoke. "You don't want to Camelot, Unless you want to loose you head." He told her, "We are not magic friendly." He was pretending to be Arthur, so he was speaking as if he was Arthur. Alistair put his dagger up, but did not move closer to the man. He did not trust him with a blade open.

[myval]

“You are clinging to what I have left...”

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Aatos was tired. Just saying that was an understatement. And tired people do rash things, Aatos included. And when Arthur made the comment about him using magic, it caused him to become aggravated.

“Spoken like a true Camelotian.” He sneered, his disgust evident. He sheathed his blade, and took a few steps closer to Arthur. “What are you going to do with that?” His bitter tone evident when he pointed to the dagger. “What are you going to do Arthur? Going to do your duty as a Camelotian? Attack the bad sorcerer.”

Aatos temper was flaring, and he was trying to goad the man into revealing who he was. Because he knew that this man wasn't anyone to average. But more then anything, he just pissed.

“While I forget in my exile. I'm free in my exile.”

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Outfit:[/b] here
Tag:[/b] Alistair
Notes:[/b] Now he's done it,
Credit:[/b] Lyrics: Exile by Heather Dale; Coding To me, Myval [/color]