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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Jul 7, 2011 19:33:04 GMT -5
The one man did not heed her words though, and within a matter of seconds, pulled out his board sword on her and it quickly forced her up to her feet now. Clarissa’s gaze rested on the blade for a moment before finally saying, “See yah,” but as she turned towards the door now, the man jumped in front of her now, blocking her exit. A frown curled upon her lips now, “Really? Are we going to do this?” Although, there seemed to be no way to really get out of this situation for he and his friend was not going to allow her leave. Heaving a loud, she unsheathed a rather large dagger and flipped it in the air before snatching at its hilt, “Let’s get this started-“ but they did not even give the young woman a chance to finish her sentence as lunged at her. Quickly, she moved out of the way, and hopped over a table, quickly putting distance between her and the two friends as other members at the tavern now started placing bets on who would win. Lovely, well, at least she was bringing them entertainment at the moment.
Either way, these minutes were dragging on slowly, and these men seemed to be in no condition of wanting to give up, which was quite frankly, getting on her nerves. Of course though, being the Princess of Thieves came with abilities, and that was getting out of sticky situations and sticky was what it was about to come for those two ‘gentlemen’, and quite literally as well, “Give up yet, Lockwood?!” the man said with a sneer, his friend laughing behind him like a buffoon. A cocky grin flashed across her face now, somebody did not pay enough attention to the stories about her. Without so much of a warning, she reached to her side and grabbed a pitcher of beer right off the table and flung it at them, the contents splashing them in the face and startling them before grabbing a small wooden chair and then throwing it at them as well. The chair, while light, still caused enough of an impact to the currently incapacitated men that it caused them to topple onto the ground. Lunging forward, she scooped up the dropped sword and pointed it at them, “How do you like being faced down by your own sword?”
The men were still trying to gather about their wits at the moment, but it did not take long before the one acused her, “You cheated!” Really now? They were going there? She rolled her eyes, and a smirk played across her lips, “Psh, Outlaw,” she replied now, as if reminding them of what she was before she handed back the sword now and grabbed a pint, mug and all, on the way out, “Put on my tab!” she called out as she waltzed right on the door before the Tavern owner could say anything. Tabs were nonexistent in Clarissa’s world, for she barely ever came back. This place had been lucky that the card game had ruined her plans of drinking the place out, which was her usual pass time if she were not getting in trouble, or running from the kingdom’s knights for stealing wealth. Bringing the mug to her lips now, she took a long sip as she walked, a smile brimming from cheek to cheek, “Well Camelot, my lady, one cannot argue that you have very fine ale,” she murmured to herself as she walked out of the small village now and onto the main roads through the woods. Unlike other women, Clarissa did not fear the main roads that cut throughout Albion, but perhaps that was because she expected nobody to mess with her, and well, if they did, they were certain to have an arrow shot at their bums.
It did not take her very long before she had finished that pint and threw the mug onto the side of the road. By now, that had been her sixth drink, and therefore, it began to affect her. But it did not matter, for Clarissa truly did not believe that it affected her in the slightest. Sure, her strides got awkwardly longer and her arms were often bent at the elbows and sometimes waved about as if she were walking on a log, while her feet made sure not to fall off the imaginary edge. People often did not think her sane, then again, she stole from the likes of kings and queens and nobles, Clarissa Lockwood was not a very sane individual indeed. After all, she had stolen Lady Vivian’s crown just to prove to King Olaf that she was certainly something to be reckon with, especially after she melted it down and distributed it evenly to the pheasants. Although, now she was onto bigger things than Lyonesse and had been for some time, it was just now that her sights lay on Camelot, and what she wished to have was located in Camelot City, home of the Pendragon family.
When she told Henry of this, her trusted companion, he quickly shot back at her that she was barking mad and would not partake in this hunt, although, she was quite certain that it was a lie and that he was simply tracking her down right now, not wanting to admit that he wanted in on the action. Henry was always one of those people who tried to be the very voice of reason, a little more cautious and looked before he leapt, but that often didn’t happen since Clarissa just shoved him off the cliff, figuratively of course. But her thoughts of Henry and where he might currently be were side tracked by a sheet of paper purposely hammered onto a tree. Taking one gigantic step closer to it, her brown eyes gazed over it to see what it read:
REWARD: 200 GOLD PEIECES
FOR CAPTURE OF: CLARISSA LOCKWOOD
She simply stared at it for a long look before ripping it off the tree trunk now, now, 200 gold pieces was not a bad price, but Clarissa thought she would have been worth a little more, not to mention, they did not even bother mention Henry Thornberry on there at all. Of course, this was the least of her problems at the moment regarding the ‘wanted’ poster, “Do they really expect that to be me?” she asked herself now. The portrait in all other words was terrible. Her face was not at all what it seemed, with a crazy mess of a hair and a bread roll nose, “Somebody needs to fire their artist,” she frowned sourly, “How on earth could you get my face wrong?!” the young woman yelled up at the sky now before more fluttering paper caught her eye now.
As Clarissa stared down the road now, an ugly realization came to her. Every single tree almost, it seemed, that sat outlining the main road, had a piece of paper on it. Quickly, she stumbled over towards the next tree, for surely, they could not all be of her. But evidently, they could. The lands of Albion either really wanted to get rid of 200 gold pieces or their paper boy had too much time on their hand. Her lips twisted to the side, as if thinking of something to do about this, and normally her ideas were quite odd and brilliant at the same time, but none of those flashes of geniusesness…or daftness was coming to her at the moment and only the most simplest of solutions, and well, practical, came to her mind now: she was going to have to take down all of those papers. Heaving a rather loud sigh, Clarissa started her work ripping the posters off the trees and ripping them apart and threw them over her shoulder. As the pieces of paper fluttered to the ground now, they did not move unless the wind decided to pick them up, but it was not likely and therefore left a paper trail.
Setting: Season Threeish
Time: Early Afternoon
Tags: Sir Lucan
Song: The Return of the Eagle
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Post by lucan on Jul 8, 2011 5:54:25 GMT -5
The group were finishing up their patrol for the afternoon. Lucan, Yvain, Erec and Lionel along with a few guards had all been out for hours, making sure that the outline villages and the woods and forests were all in check. Yvain had been moaning for most of it that they’d not needed to be a thorough now that Lady Morgana had returned to them. “Doesn’t mean to say that we can’t do our jobs properly,” Luc reminded him. Yvain muttered something about having had a lack of sleep the night before but Lucan ignored him.
“Anyway daydreamer – what or should I say who is on that mind of yours?” Yvain grinned.
Lucan smirked. “None of your business” – he knew that Yvain would wind him up for it, and he really couldn’t be bothered to hear the opinions of Erec and Lionel. “Besides, you’d enjoy bugging me about it if you knew”
“and that’s what makes our friendship so evidently sweeter” Yvain studied his surroundings, “You get to be the shy one and I? Well…im the handsome nosy one of course.”
“Nosy is right” Erec snorted, “The size of that thing on your face and all”. He was surrounded by ‘ooooh’s’. Clearly this was the worst group of men that you could send on a patrol together. They all liked to joke and wind one another up – some too often than others. Yvain seemed to take this lightly but didn’t bother to make a comeback, it would just turn into a battle of the wits and Lucan couldn’t stand that.
“So come on Luc…tell us about the Lady Camila then” Yvain shot him a knowing look. Lucan groaned slightly – of course Yvain would know who was on his mind – he’d been watching them drunkenly at Morgana’s celebratory feast. Of course he made his opinions about her known to Lucan before she’d chosen to come over to talk to him. Of course Yvain was wrong about her. She wasn’t at all how he’d described her to be. She was far better than that.
“There’s nothing to tell” he shrugged it off, “besides – you’ve said it yourself. Any man would be darn lucky to have her talk to them”
“Which she did – with you! Of all the men in the room she went after you!” Yvain chuckled – he was still in disbelief at the fact that Lucan had managed to speak to her without ending up unconscious. “Come on then…what’s your secret?” Of course Yvain was growing jealous by the moment. Lucan was a good looking guy and even Yvain would admit that – he was just so incredibly shy that it made it harder for him to become acquainted with the many female courtiers that were in Camelot. Many had tried to woo him, but with no success, so it had been a surprise to Yvain when Camila had set her sights on his friend.
“There is no secret” Lucan rolled his eyes, “we talked and that was it – I probably won’t even see her again”. He said this with a small sigh escaping his voice. He’d had a good mind to visit her when he had the time, but with things the way that they were at the moment – it seemed more impossible by the day.
They carried on riding through the forest, there was a small breeze but other than that the weather was content for the day. Even the paper that was slightly dancing on the ground was…
What…paper?
Lucan held up his hand and brought his horse to a stop. The others had seemed to notice it too because now Erec was asking what it was. Lucan dismounted and bent down to pick up one of the scraps, that he recognised was now making a trail. Obviously someone hadn’t wanted anyone to see this as the word ‘CAPTURE’ stood out like a sore thumb.
Lucan headed over to where the others were now dismounting.
“You three go that way” he mouthed and pointed in one direction. He then instructed the others to go the opposite.
He…well – he was going to follow the trail itself. Obviously it would form a circle so they’d all meet in the middle and hopefully whoever it was they were seeking, along the way.
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Jul 8, 2011 23:14:38 GMT -5
For a moment, her eyes glanced back along the paper trail now that she had left behind. It was honestly quite monstrous looking, but that did not matter to her. After all, one by one, each piece was slowly being blown away by the breeze, and Clarissa often did not think people clever enough to actually look at the papers. Her mind did wander for a little though back to that hideous picture of her on the capture signs though, would people honestly recognize her? It was a little hard to gloat about being the renown ‘Princess of Thieves’ when people could not recognize you by your picture. Although, she may be over thinking this a little too much. Her brown eyes glanced back over the picture, “If it were not for the nose, it would look much more like me,” she mused to herself out as she held the picture away now by the length of an arm and her hand rested on her chin, as if mocking noble men and how they studied valuable things, “Either way, Henry would be jealous to hear that I had made the posters and he has not yet.” Then again, perhaps he was thrilled; after all, when he met her on a bridge in the woods, this was probably not what he thought his life was going to turn out to be.
A dove’s coo came out of nowhere, but it hardly fazed her. It was not until it called out again did she drop what she was doing and glance into the forest now. That call did not actually belong to a bird, but to a human. It was a warning call, one that she knew well and it was incredibly life like. One would have to know birds very well to know that it was anything but that. A frown rested on her lips now, whatever could it be a warning for. Too bad the person calling it was too much of a chicken to show his face, for that would mean that Clarissa could gloat. Nonetheless though, she preferred getting out of trouble by her own, after all, she was clever enough to not rely on anybody’s help, unless she was about to be hung. But somehow, that was not on her plans in the foreseeable future at the moment. The warnings came again, and this time she actually decided to pay attention now, sounded like three or four people coming her way. Curious indeed. While faint, there was the sound of horse hooves and she glanced down the road in which she had come and her eyes widen.
A knight.
She was certain of it, with all that chain male and the notable red cape, she would have to be a loon to not recognize one. For a moment, she held sort of a stupid look on her face, her lips curled and yet she showed teeth as her head cocked a little to the side and one of her eyebrows arched up now, “What to do?” After all, this could very much be a game, and what joy this would be if she could say that this was the day some silly knights almost caught her. But at the same time, Clarissa realized that there was only one knight right there, and yet she was certain that the warning had stating that there was more than that, surely, because often, patrols were done with many bodies. Although, at the same time, with being rather close to the city, she did not wish to be known of just quite yet. Running away would be foolish, that would certainly look suspicious, regardless of whether it was down the road or into the woods, not to mention, she did not know where these other knights might be. So, perhaps her best option was just staying put. Quickly, she ran about like a chicken with its head chopped off in her mild drunken state, scooping up whatever paper scraps she could get and throwing them into the woods before pulling her bow down and off her back.
After all, one had to be prepared. Clarissa settled herself leaning against a tree now, the bow end hitting the ground and she just hung onto it casually, as if it were a walking stick and not a weapon. Her back was against the piece of paper on it, blocking it from the view of the knight as if that would make up for the fact that there hundreds of others right down the road now. Tossing her wild mane of hair out of her face now, brown eyes glanced down the road as the knight and his horse drew closer, “I wish I had a pint of ale,” she murmured to herself, not drunk enough yet to deal with knights, “Why good afternoon Sir! Are you on your way to Camelot?!” she called out now, trying to measure the situation at hand as well as this rather young looking knight.
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