Beginning of the Brotherhood? (Percival)

[lucan]

It had all been very bleak for a time or two. Lucan had spent most of his time locked away in the dudgeons with his friends – curtsey of the newly crowned Queen Morgana of Camelot. He’d always held onto some hope that Arthur would know what to do, and hadn’t been surprised when he’d turned up at the castle with a small group of helpers in tow to win back his kingdom. Lucan had only been too glad to start fighting again. Morgana and Morgause’s men were impossible to beat. Immortal infact.
Lucan didn’t recognise any of the faces that had come along with Arthur. Only one who was Gwaine? Lucan didn’t protest at any of these men coming along. They were on Arthur’s side and had his trust. Therefore they had Lucan’s trust too. The knight knew that Arthur knew what he was doing.

Now that Camelot had been won back, Lucan knew that these men were going to be there to stay.
The knight now found himself walking the corridors – they were searching for Morgana incase she was still in the castle or grounds. She’d managed to bring part of the great hall crashing down apparently. Lucan hadn’t seen it yet but knew that there would be people working to clear the rubble and find her, should she be there dead or alive. It hurt to think that once upon a time he’d bowed down to her – everyone had. The first lady of Camelot. The loving ward. Now things were different. That year she’d been missing had certainly changed her for the worst. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. The shock was still sinking in for everyone. He couldn’t imagine what was going on in Arthur’s mind at the moment.

He searched a few empty rooms and sighed. If they didn’t find her amongst the rubble in the great hall then he had no idea what was to happen regarding Morgana then.
As he headed down another hallway he saw at the end someone. He vaguely recognised the man. He’d been the tall guy in the sleeveless chain mail that’d fought in the dungeons with them earlier. He was strong and determined – a very skilled fighter from what Luc had managed to observe when he wasn’t on the verge of being killed by one of Morgana’s men. Lucan didn’t know his name, but if the description of ‘brotherhood’ was anything to go by, then he should rightfully introduce himself and offer any help if needed.

“No sign of Morgana then” Luc began as he neared him. “Need any help?”

He then extended his hand so as his newly found friend could shake it. “Im Sir Lucan by the way – I saw you fighting earlier, you’ve got some strength on you I must say” he grinned.

Tagged: Percival
Timeline: A few hours after the S3 finale ending
Setting: Starts off in The Hallways (but will most likely move around the castle

[thecheater]

Right. Tall. Black Hair. Eyes eyes. Tall. Black Hair. Evil eyes. Tall Black Hair Evil eyes. He keep thinking in his head as he walked around the castle to help look for any signs that she might have hidden and be still waiting for escape. He did not know the castle and until today had never even seen it before! He had yet to see the front of it as well! So finding his way around was even harder then one might think. He ended up sticking his head out the window every now and then to get his bearings.

He was walking down the hall when he heard a voice. Looked up (or down) he saw a knight--a real knight! Well, he was a real one now too, but a real real one was there. Talking about Morgana. "I have never seen her before." He admitted knowing she could walk past him and he would not know it. Yet he would stop any dark haired girl and take her ...... he didn't know where to take her either. The knight keep speaking and stopped his thinking. "I am Percival." Sir! He forgot the S-sir part! "Sir Percival." He corrected trying to should casual. He smiled at the compliment, "I am still surprised we won."

[lucan]

Never seen Morgana? Of course! He wouldn’t have ever seen Morgana before because he’d only just come to the castle himself! Lucan began to describe her.
“Tall, Slim, dark hair and the eyes of daggers that can kill just by looking at you” he sighed, “She never used to be so…” so what? Murderous? Vicious? Uncontrollable?

“Evil” he finished. That was the only word that could sum her up right now. Lucan couldn’t even remember the image of Morgana now. She seemed to be quite vague in his mind, which was surprising as it had only been a mere few hours since he’d last set eyes on her.

Sir? He was a knight too? It wouldn’t have surprised Lucan if Arthur had knighted the new additions to the party in the dungeons earlier. He knew that he would’ve done the same if it meant showing loyalty and fighting for Camelot. These men seemed to have all of the criteria.
“Well then Sir Percival, Camelot is lucky to have you and the others on board – right now we need all the finest men we can get”. He told him.
It was true; Lucan didn’t even want to see how many townspeople were left. Morgana had slaughtered quite a few when she’d arranged a line of Knights in the courtyard for some target practice – instead, turning on the people. Sir Leon had been one of them to take the stand when that had all unfolded. Lucan hadn’t yet spoken with him; there had been no time to. He was the second in command so therefore he’d be with Arthur or off with another group hunting for any signs of Morgana.

“It was good to actually take a swipe at them – immortal or not, I’ve been wanting to break free from that dungeon and do something way above my duty for days. A bit hard when you have a lunatic and her army of immortals watching your every move behind bars – not that there was anywhere tomove, there were quite a few of us crammed into the same cell”.

He turned to him, “Come on, follow me – you’ll soon find your way around here, it’s a bit of a maze at first”. He didn’t know how he was keeping in good spirits at this dull time, but he needed to look on the bright side. They’d won back Camelot.