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Post by punkem on Nov 11, 2010 16:08:21 GMT -5
All the hate in your heart, will be leaving you blind...
So bold motherfucker don't you limit your mind this time.The hills are beautiful with its smooth grassy textures and the sky only has two faint clouds in plain slight. The sun is high above Camelot, so high that you could predict that the time is half past noon. The air bleezed at a slow pace, barely hard enough to move the grass. The nearest forest was like a good five miles away while the nearest village is even further away. There is no creature in any form of plain slight...that is, if you discount William Von Wilkstein Silverwood by a small campfire. Between the male and the fire was a few fish, two of them clearly looked eaten, while Will's shield is on his back. By Wilko's left was his horn while on his lap is his sword. His hands were barely held out in front of him; in the palm of Silverwood's hands was a golden ring at the end of his necklace. On the necklace is the word "Silverwood" engraved on it; this seem to be influencing WVW on his quest to find his true identity yet the male suddenly let go of the ring, causing it to land on his chest since the twenty-seven year old is wearing the necklace. "Who wants the attention of a wandering warrior? May you be a man? A woman? A creature of day or night? A wizard? A witch? A priest? An antichrist? A living organism or some voice in my head?"William then got up to his feet and turned around to see someone that the male haven't seen before in his life. This bought cautiousness out of him, in case the figure would attack, yet the dark voiced male chose to be friendly to this stranger and spoke first. "Welcome to nowhere," William first said with his dark accent before asking "who may you be?"TBCB: ANYONE Extra Note: First WVW RP in a while so please tell me if its good or bad
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2010 11:13:04 GMT -5
Lancelot had just finished a long journey escorting some nobles who had been on a diplomatic mission to the kingdom of Wessex, whose King, Theodred, Lancelot had served for much of the past year. Although the king of Wessex was who he presently served, his heart lay in Camelot, and as such was, for the most part, as much as he could be a nomadic knight. He liked to travel and explore, especially in his native area in the north, and ask questions, since he still had questions about his family background. One area, though, that he tried to steer clear of, not knowing how he would be received, was Camelot.
Not having a home to call his own, unless he was staying at a local Inn, he was frequently making his bed in the forest by the side of well-traveled road. This day Lancelot had spent the day tramping through and hunting, in the Forest of Balor. However, it had been a fairly uneventful and unproductive morning. Lancelot walked out of the section of the Balor he had been in so far, leading his horse through the brush at the forest edge. Up ahead, though, he saw something that he didn't really expect .... smoke drifting low just above the ground's surface. Normally, where there was smoke there was fire. If it was a brush fire it could be quite dangerous. If not, it was likely that there was person close by. He hadn't seen many in this area outside of the walls of Camelot.
The smoke though, was a good ways off, so Lancelot mounted his black Arabian stallion, Sher-Fore, but when he got within a half-mile of where he thought the fire was he saw it was coming from one spot, and sniffed what smelled like the aroma of cooked fish. Ashe approached the source of both aroma and smoke he was now sure of several things. It was definitely a campfire, and strangely, in the middle of the day. Both the time of day and the aroma indicated it was food-oriented. The only question was whether the persons involved would be friendly or hostile, or somewhere in-between. He saw no need to sneak into the camp, besides, he thought if it was only one or two mean he was well-enough armed to take care of himself.
The leaves that Lancelot walked through clearly announced his presence, as well as the horse he led. He saw as he walked up a single man, and one that was apparently surprised at his presence. "Who wants the attention of a wandering warrior? May you be a man? A woman? A creature of day or night? A wizard? A witch? A priest? An antichrist? A living organism or some voice in my head?" At this outburst Lancelot stopped momentarily, before making the decision whether moving forward would mean conflict or not. Fortunately, though, it seemed that when this dark stranger got over the shock of Lancelot's sudden appearance, he wasn't as aggressive, and he followed up his earlier shouts with something more reasonable: "Welcome to nowhere ..... who may you be?"
Lancelot, at the man's last words felt a little safer at approaching. "Well, I'm definitely a man ..... a nomadic knight in fact, but not a noble, at least not one recognized here. However, it would seem that you might be more the stranger here than I. Behind us lies the dark Forest of Balor and ahead lies the city and kingdom of Camelot, ruled by Uther Pendragon as King. Its not exactly nowhere. I am Lancelot ..... Lancelot Du Lac, and who might you be, then"
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Post by punkem on Nov 15, 2010 16:16:47 GMT -5
No more demonic dreams. Destroyer, come to light
Because the memory is killing me.It was quite surprising to see a male that's not noble but nearly noble. This was WVW’s view at the current moment as he noticed that his words has first brought a sense of cautiousness to this Lancelot. Yet his later words seem to have calmed this male, who came from a black Arabian stallion, since Lance looked less worried. As the words of ‘nomadic knight’, ‘more the stranger here than I’ and ‘Lancelot Du Lac’ left the knight’s mouth William felt reassured that he isn’t talking to a form of hostile danger. Wilko looked perfectly calm as he got up to one knee before going onto his own two feet. The wanderer strangely glanced over towards Lancelot’s steed and lightly smiled before looking back at Lance. “Indeed you know more about the area then I. Since this hill, alone, has no form of life except of us three…” William pointed at Sher-Fore as he said ‘three’ “it could be considered as nowhere important or in no way memorable. But since you were kind enough to give thy name I’ll state mine…my first name is William and I don’t know my own last name. Part of me feels like a ‘Von Wilkstein’ yet the ring on my necklace, that I’ve had all my life, has the name ‘Silverwood’ on it.” Even though William is being friendly his right hand is still holding onto the handle of his sword, since he was raised to be prepared for any situation. The brown haired male smiled lightly again as he continue to speak “I do know a bit about Camelot myself. Since you’re the second friendly face I’ve spoken to, behind Guinevère…from what I see in you right now, Lancelot, I guess that you and your stallion just came back from a far place. What is this place may I ask? And what do you mean by ‘not one recognized here’?”Extra Note: Sorry for taking so long...I won't be able to reply tomorrow, just letting you know ^_^
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2010 12:36:25 GMT -5
Lancelot did not run into many in his travels around the edges of Camelot when he had the opportunity to be this close. When he did it generally involved females. It was also never with an armed male, who could, in actuality, be a knight somewhere. All in all, then, he did not know exactly how to take this man that he had run across. He was sure that he should not overly trust him until he had proven himself in Lancelot's eyes. He assumed that he did not trust Lancelot much either. basically, they were unknown quantities to the other, and he expected both would tread carefully as a result. Fortunately, it seemed to Lancelot that the both of them were becoming more comfortable as the moments slipped by. However, he still stayed cautious.
Lancelot watched as the stranger slowly came to his feet and glanced at Lancelot's stallion, or at least appeared to. It seemed to Lancelot that the man seemed to be pleased by what he saw, or perhaps that was just what the man wanted him to think. As a result, Lancelot committed himself to be vigilant until he could determine the man's intentions. "Yes, quite true. That is one reason why I found your presence here to be so ..... curious. William ........ but you say you don't know what your surname is? That is quite curious as well .... and unusual. Ordinarily I would be quite hesitant about accepting such a description or explanation, as I 'm sure you, if you were in my position, would as well. Silverwood?"
"Indeed that is curious ..... and where does this feeling about Von Wilkstein come from? Although Silverwood is not a name I am familiar with, it does sound more British than the 'von',which sounds to be a noble surname of Germanic origin, I would say. You present many riddles ..... sir.," Lancelot concluded. It did not escape Lancelot's notice that his opposite's hand stayed very close to the hilt of his sword, and as a result, Lancelot made sure that he kept a proper distance from him. Meanwhile Lancelot continued to listen, reacting to little until he spoke a familiar name.
"Gwen? How is it that you know Gwenevere? As far as I am concerned, though I abode in Camelot for a short time, I am currently a knight for Wessex, and in such duties have traveled through much of the island of Britain. Much of my past, as it appears with you, remains unknown to me. The origins of my family lie on the continent, where they may have been of noble lineage. However, even if they were recognized as such in Gaul, I would not be seen as noble here, by the powers-that-be," Lancelot said, now standing a few feet from William with his arms crossed, awaiting William's next move and his explanation about Gwen. She, along with Merlin and Prince Arthur were the few people that he cared deeply for as friends. the rest he would protect, as it was a knight's duty and honor to defend. He was unsure, though, how these 'friends' truly felt about him.
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Post by punkem on Nov 21, 2010 6:43:28 GMT -5
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.William kept his calm, nearly emotionless, expression on his face as he listened to the words that Lancelot spoke. Wilko is still unsure how to take this knightly figure while equally unsure if the male likes him or not. It almost felt like the two are sizing each other up, verbally and physically, yet if this was the case Silverwood definitely look the least cautious. That doesn’t mean WVW wasn’t being careful however since the past has taught the brown haired man that anyone could be dangerous. Will then looked again at the black stallion, showing a slight look of care toward the horse, as if he was monitoring for any visible wounds on it. WVW’s face revealed amusement and confusion toward Lance’s ‘be so ..... curious’ line while he only nodded after hearing his question, indicating his understanding of the male’s words. Could William be of noble German blood or could William just be from England? That is now another question add the bunch Will already has for himself but Wilkstein decided to wait until Lance say ‘sir’ before making his comment. “No need to name me sir, since we look somewhere around similar ages, just call me William or Will like I call you Lance or Lancelot. I do agree that I seem to be a bunch of riddles but I also think, sometimes, that the gods themselves envisioned me this way as I was brought upon this world.” Truth be told WVW nearly lost himself in what he was saying; Wilko didn’t mind that since the male believed he could get along with this person of nobility without leaving his cautiousness. The twenty-seven year old did show a slightly smug grin as the word ‘Guinevère’ got Lance to blurt out things about himself. Even though Lancelot was only a few feet away, with his arms crossed, Will respectfully gave him his own space. “How do I know of Gwen you ask?” Will first said before saying “the answer is nearly simpler then the question…her father was a blacksmith, I needed my sword fixing and I had no clue about the Camelot market area. I met Guinevère at her father’s smithy, he started to fix my blade and Gwen gave me a very kind and polite tour of the market place…I hope that answer is good enough for you.” After saying all of that William decided to speak about what Lancelot recently said “so since you’re a knight of Wessex, what is Wessex like?
“What is good or bad about Gaul? And what do you mean ‘powers-that-be’? If you don’t mind me asking.” While he asked his questions the brown-haired wanderer took a couple steps toward Lancelot, being both friendly and cautious. He knew that both their hands is holding a sword each yet William was still calm as he two steps. This is influenced by his feeling that, like himself, Lance hasn’t confirmed him a form of threatening danger yet. Extra Note: Sorry about being slow, I guess I'm a slow(ish) RP'er
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2010 22:45:55 GMT -5
Lancelot always searched any potential adversary's face, eyes, body language, for clues about what they really thought or what their net moves might be. This one was not letting any of those physical clues betray him. Either he had nothing to hide, Lancelot thought, or he was very practiced at this game, and Lancelot needed to be quite careful with him. After all, he wasn't exactly unarmed. Lancelot saw that his new acquaintance was not only giving him the eyeball analysis, but was paying close attention to his black stallion as well. He hoped that that did not mean that this 'Silverwood' was looking to acquire his horseflesh. If he tried to, he would have a battle royale on his hands, he would assure him.
However, when Lancelot had begun to respond to the man's comments, he saw that his poker face began to break down with Lancelot's apparent use of the word curious. It almost seemed that his face was bordering breakdown with mirth and laughter, while the movement of the head was more accepting of his words. "Is their something .... friend .... that you find particularly amusing in what I said?" Looking between Silverwood and his horse, Lancelot became a bit defensive, backing towards the black stallion slowly, while keeping one hand tightly on the hilt of one of his swords. Lancelot relaxed slightly at the man's next words, and responded carefully himself. "Very well then .... Will it will be, and either of those names will suffice. However, if we are ever at a formal function in local vicinity it should always be Lancelot. And yes, you are indeed composed of many riddles, but I doubt it will be assigned to me to figure them out." He thought that whatever this Will was, the gods or the laws of chance had very little to do with it. This was one that the people in Camelot, if he ventured there, would be wise to watch carefully.
All in all, Lancelot had been too preoccupied trying to figure out the enigma that stood before him to be prepared for the name that this Will suddenly spat out. No sooner had Lancelot blurted out her full name that he knew that he had said and revealed to much. He could see as much from the grin that moved across Will's face, and Lance had half of a notion to climb on to his horse and ride back into the Balor Forest. Before Lancelot could make a move toward such a quick exit Will had offered an explanation of how he knew of her and her father that made sense. "So, then, this is obviously not your first trip to Camelot, given your knowledge of the Smithy there." Besides, his description of Gwen being courteous enough to give him a tour was right in character for her. "Yes .... that answer is good enough. Wessex? ..... Wessex is a fine green and wooded place, filled with fine people, though I would prefer Camelot and Albion."
Lancelot tried to stay on high alert, even as they talked in a more comfortable manner. He observed Will as he took a couple of steps toward him, and Lancelot responded by taking a couple of steps to his left toward Sher-Fore, his black Arabian stallion. "Gaul ..... Gaul means very little to me, other than the place my father came from. I was born long after they left that place. The powers-that-be? Why, here of course, that would be the Pendragons, especially King Uther. No claim of foreign nobility would ever be good enough for him, even if it could be proven." Lancelot carefully and with good prudence, kept one hand firmly on the hilt of one of his long-swords. He knew that neither of them had much trust in the other yet.
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