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Post by mysery on Sept 25, 2011 6:13:36 GMT -5
 Morgana narrowed her eyes at the 'traveler'. He didn't look to be a normal traveller, though granted Morgana knew she was in no way an expert on that area. She couldn't really fault him for being out here, especially since she herself was out here just for some time to herself. She hadn't even heard his approach. That spurred another thought in Morgana. He had all but snuck up on her, however unintentional as it may have been, so had he seen her little display a few moments ago? Instinctively, Morgana shifted a little uncertainly and moved a few steps away from the river.
Morgause wouldn't be happy if someone learned of her fledgling powers. She kept telling her that their plans depended upon the keeping of the secret that she had magic, and that her loyalties were no longer aligned with Camelot. And then of course there was that slight fear Morgana still harboured about Uther potentially finding out about her magic and walking her to her own execution. She'd had a few dreams like that as well since discovering her magic. And this traveler, as innocent as he may appear at that moment, could very well expose her to Camelot.
"Why are you out here alone?" Morgana asked, trying to soften her tone a little. The man didn't seem to have recognised her just yet. Most throughout the kingdom had probably heard of Uther's search for her, even Morgause herself had heard rumours of it, so the fact that the man didn't seem to know her meant he had to live under a rock at the very least.
As far as she could see he was alone, though Morgana knew she herself wasnt, but the blood guards wouldn't step in unless she needed help. They were under strict orders not to allow anything to happen to her.
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Setting: Somewhere in Albion
Tag: Alistair
Timeline: In the One Year Gap
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Post by mysery on Sept 25, 2011 5:52:35 GMT -5
 "Yes please," Morgana replied softly, inclining her head before she started up the stairs and entered the castle. It wasn't an overly long walk to her rooms, but Morgana didn't mind that she did it by herself. She needed time to think anyway and the solitude of her room would be an answer to her prayers at that moment. Everything in her mind was a mess and Morgana just needed a few moments to sort it all out before she had to face Uther once more.
She returned to her chambers and unclasped her cloak, folding it up in her arms. It was slightly dirty, but nothing that a good clean wouldn't fix. For a brief moment, Morgana considered calling out for Guinevère, but then remembered that she would have already left for the day. With a sigh, the lady put her cloak aside just as there was a knock at the door. "My lady?" the attendant called before she let herself in. "I am here to help you dress for dinner," she added with a bow. Morgana nodded and gestured her over.
Preparing for the meal didn't take too long, but it was enough for Morgana to straighten herself out a little. She changed dresses, and allowed the woman to arrange her hair, before Morgana left her room and made her way down to the dinning hall. One of the guards announced her arrival before she entered through the doors. "My lord."
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Setting: Camelot City
Tag: Uther Pendragon
Timeline: After 'To Kill the King'
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Post by mysery on Sept 24, 2011 4:19:38 GMT -5
 The only guilt Morgana felt over the torture and humiliation of Uther Pendragon was that she couldn't be there herself to administer most of it. He deserved it, not just because he was a hypocritc ruler who was the bane of magic users existance, but also because he was a liar. It was personal for her on so many levels. She had magic, she was a magic user, and he was her father, a relation Uther would have taken to his grave had she not overheard him speaking with Gaius about it. That he would deny her family when she had no-one else in the world as a child infuriated Morgana like nothing else. Her father had died, been killed in a way that Uther himself was responsible for, and then he had to tarnish the memory of that man by being her real sire.
She could kill him for that alone.
Just thinking about the former King and his perchance for lies made Morgana angry, and it was with swift and sure steps that she made her way down into the dungeons. She'd been meaning to come down here since the sun had risen, but matters had drawn her away. Now was different though. Now she was coming to see Uther Pendragon on his knees. The click-clack of her shoes echoed as she descended the stairs and the men who were guarding the bastard that was her father straightened a little. There was a half empty bucket of vegetables on the table by the cell and already she could see that it had been put to good use. She had no reason to scold them.
One of the men stepped forward and she handed him the key to Uther's cell, with which he unlocked the door and opened it for her. Some might have feared a cornered and unchained prisoner, but Morgana did not. Even if he did attack her, and the guards were too slow, her own magic would protect her, though one of the guards did step inside with her. Morgana smirked.
"How are you enjoying your new quarters father?" she asked mockingly. "A little shy of your old ones, but far more befitting you I think."
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Setting: Camelot's Dungeons
Tag: Uther Pendragon
Timeline: During 'The Coming of Arthur'
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Post by mysery on Sept 18, 2011 5:47:28 GMT -5
 The step towards the new Queen was a mistake, and as soon as the words left Caintrin's lips, one of the guards stepped forward and siezed her arm, painfully forcing her back a few more steps. Morgana watched on of course. The guards were hers, they would protect her to their deaths... well, since they couldn't die, her guard would never fail then. Morgause had instructed these men in Camelot, the entire army in reality, that she was to be protected above all else and to do as Morgana commanded. It really was helpful having an immortal army at ones beck and call. And Morgana was quickly growing annoyed with Caitrin, especially after that comment regarding Uther.
Then again, how could she expect a simple human to understand?
She would never know what it was like to feel magic coarsing through her veins, to know that she could destroy something with nary a thought. Caitrin de Archer would never understand why the reign of Uther had to end. And waiting for Arthur to take the throne was a double edged sword at best. Years would pass until Uther died of old age, because Lord knew he was as stubborn as a mule and would go no other way, and then Arthur would be crowned. Camelot would welcome a new King, and the kingdom would never free itself of the oppression of magic. Arthur was his fathers son after all. Magic would never be free so long as a simple human sat upon Camelot's throne. A simple man could never understand magic.
"It is no matter whether you have or have not," Morgana replied almost flippantly. "I need only wait," she added with a smirk. "Arthur cannot help being ever so noble, and he will return for the hypocrite that is Uther Pendragon."
Morgana stood from her throne then and moved forward until she stood only a foot from Caitrin. "You would do well to remember Caitrin that I am not some feeble minded figurehead. I know Camelot, and I know the people. I also know that you have fatal weaknesses. The next time you decide to disrespect your new Queen, I will personally see to it that Griflet Aubert pays for your insolence."
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Caitrin de Archer
Tiimeline: During 'The Coming of Arthur'
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Post by mysery on Sept 18, 2011 2:38:49 GMT -5
Morgana smirked as Caitrin rose to her barb. Not that she had expected any less. She was a noble, pride had been bred into her, much like it had Morgana, but the difference was, now her land, her title, her right depdned on Morgana's good will. It wouldn't be hard to strip her of it. To strip the family. And then wouldn't it be interesting to watch how Rouland de Archer took to his niece's stubborness. He had been quick to align himself with Morgana, but she wasn't blind. He had done so to ensure his position, to keep the land and the title he had. He, at the very least, had a healthy respect for Morgana and who she was now. Caitrin on the other hand...
"And I am Queen Morgana of Camelot," the Queen replied, her voice like ice as she stressed her new title. And it was hers. Caitrin could argue until she was blue in the face, but it was as it was. Morgana was Queen of Camelot now, and the people would come to respect that or she would lay waste to them all. Camelot meant almost nothing to her in comparison to the reason Uther needed to be gone from this world. She would turn Camelot into a kingdom of magic, a kingdom where those with gifts didn't need to hide for fear of their executions. And the ones who stood against her would take their places. At least the girl had some kind of respect for her. That was a start.
"You were a close friend of Arthurs," Morgana said by way of explanation. She didn't need to outright explain herself to Caitrin, she was Queen after all, but some reasoning would enlighten the girl as to why she was here. "Well, not too close, but enough so that you might provide him a port of safety during his self imposed exile," she added. The implcation, and warning, were clear in her tone. If Caitrin had harboured Arthur in any way, she would regret it. Self imposed it was. If he had remained in Camelot, Morgana would have used him to break Uther. The former King held his oh so precious son above almost everything else. He would be punished for denying her that.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Caitrin de Archer
Tiimeline: During 'The Coming of Arthur'
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Post by mysery on Sept 17, 2011 11:01:33 GMT -5
 Morgana was not too pleased when it became apparent she would need to rely on someone other than herself, or her sister for something. However this herb was not easily come by, and it was a neccessity for the potion she had been preparing for days now. It would assist her sister in recovering from the injuries she had sustained in Camelot before they had fled and Morgana wanted to do all she could to help Morgause. So, she was forced to accept that she needed help here. It had taken almost a week of discreet enquiries before Morgana had finally latched onto someone who said they knew of a person who could assist her.
For a small price of course, they had said they could arrange a meeting. She would much rather have set fire to their clothing to show how much she agreed with that, but her need outweighed all else. For now. And it was a mere few coins. Clearly they had not realised that money meant nothing to Morgana, or she supposed they would have asked for more.
Despite her dislike of the method however, the man had told her he would be in contact in a few days when he had confirmed that his 'acquaintance' would meet with her. His signal had come a scant day ago and Morgana had set the meeting place. After sunset, in the forests, by the entwined birch trees. She would not set foot into town at the whim of some man she had paid. Paranoia was going to keep them both alive, and Morgana had no desire to be hunted when Morgause was in no condition to move. So, it was after sunset, in the forests by the entwined birch trees that Morgana now waited for this 'Richard de Calys', procurer of rare and magical items.
Her cloak was dark, and she blended almost seamlessly in with the darkness surrounding her. If that peasant had set her up, or if this man did not show, she was going to personally take it out of both their hides.
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Setting: The Forests of Balor
Tag: Richard de Calys
Timeline: After Series 3
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Post by mysery on Sept 17, 2011 10:49:26 GMT -5
It had only been a few short months since Morgana had been rescued from Camelot by her sister. And rescued was the appropriate term. Even now, she still sometimes woke with the terrifying sensation that she could not breathe, and she scrambled for purchase until it sunk in that she was awake, that she was safe and Merlin could not hurt her here. It was these days that Morgause permitted her to spend time alone outside the haven that was their home. She understood better than most that Morgana would never truly heal from what Merlin did to her; that she would never forget it. Morgana never ventured far, and she knew that the Blood Guards would never be too distant from her, but it gave her the space she needed to bring everything back into focus.
On one of these trips, Morgana paused by the bank of one of the smaller rivers in the forests and sighed, claiming a seat on one of the fallen logs. The peace and serenity of the forests was amazing, and it never failed to calm her. Since leaving Camelot, and beginning her tutalage under Morgause, Morgana had found that her surroundings were not as inconsequential as she had once thought them to be. The forests were alive with nature, with power that she had never experienced before. She could almost lay her hands against a tree and feel it now, thanks to her sister. How could Uther despise something as amazing as magic? How could he preach its evils to the world, when he clearly had no understanding of it? Morgause was right. Uther was a blind fool.
Turning from those thoughts, and wanting to clense her mind of anything related to Uther Pendragon, Morgana moved and knelt by the water. Extending her hand like Morgause had shown her, she reached inside herself and tried to summon her magic. She had nowhere near the skill her sister had demonstrated on a regular basis, but Morgana knew with time her abilities would improve. Already she was garnering some small control over the visions that had plagued her for years. With her focus, some of the water rose from the river and floated up into her hand, curling around and in on itself as Morgana turned her hand over and smiled. Magic was such a wonderous thing.
As absorbed as the former lady of Camelot was, she failed to notice the approach of someone until a twig snapped loudly, and her concentration was broken. The water splashed back down and she whirled around. "Who goes there?" she demanded.
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Setting: Somewhere in Albion
Tag: Alistair
Timeline: In the One Year Gap
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Post by mysery on Sept 17, 2011 10:02:50 GMT -5
 Morgana nodded feverently as Nimueh instructed her to always keep in her mind that which she had been told. One day she hoped to be as talented as Nimueh herself was, and if she practiced, maybe, just maybe she would be. Nimueh was a High Priestess of immense power and standing, but she was also revered and respected by those on the Isle. Morgana couldn't help but admire her. She was a picture of everything the young girl one day hoped to be. Her words were wise, they had to be if they were coming from Nim, and Morgana took them to heart. She was still learning the ways of magic, but magic itself was a living being to Nimueh. A being that had to be respected and understood if one wished to utilise it properly.
Her smile brightened even more when Nimueh confirmed she had achieved the prize she had set out to claim with her demonstration. The water in her hand dissolved, faded away back to whence it had come, and Morgana lowered her hand back into her lap. Her excitement was palapable, easily recognisable, and why shouldn't it be? Helping Nimueh was usually exciting anyway, but Samhain rites were an annual celebration that brought the Isle to life. Being a part of it was incredible, and now she had the chance to actually help out with the preparations for it!
"What will we be doing?" Morgana asked animatedly, as only a child could, trying not to jump around in her excitement. She couldn't wait to tell Taloria that she had gotten to help Nimueh with the preparations for the Samhain rites! "Because I can help you with almost anything! Except maybe heavy lifting, but I can do other stuff!"
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Setting: Isle of the Blessed
Tag: Nimueh Ó Liatháin
Timeline: During Morgana's childhood
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Post by mysery on Sept 17, 2011 9:49:27 GMT -5
Morgana had to resist the urge to bite at the jab Arthur presented, but she managed it as she led him to the fields. She watched as he absorbed her words, and Morgana smiled at his reply. "What are siblings for Arthur," she answered, nudging him slightly with her arm as she grinned. And they were as close to siblings as either of them had. They shared no blood, but if push came to shove, Morgana knew she could count on Arthur as though they were actually related. Did that not make them family in every other way that mattered? They didn't often have these moments, where all the teasing, the bickering, the one upping was put aside and they just enjoyed the presence of the other being around them, but when they did, Morgana cherished them. "I am glad you were here also," she added. "You gave the people, and I, strength when we needed it most."
She allowed those words to hang between them for a few moments before Morgana straightened and slid her arm through his. "Now come along. We have some clean up to do and I am sure Merlin could use some friends right now," she said softly, sadness colouring her tone. It was regretable, and sad, that anyone had died in this fight, but it was even worse for poor Merlin. He had lost one of his closest friends, someone he had only just had the chance to see again. It hardly seemed fair, but there was little they could do but help him send Will off with a proper tribute. And help the people right some of the mess created by their stand against Kanen. The world was certainly a much better place already with that tyrant gone from it.
Using their linked arms, Morgana began to lead the Prince back into the village. Some of the people were still rejoicing, but others had sombered up and begun work on the task that laid before them. She didn't know where Guinevère had ended up, she'd only seen her briefly after the battle, but Morgana had a feeling they would find her with Merlin. Gwen had this amazing ability to provide comfort in even the most trying of times, and Morgana hoped Merlin was being granted it now. He needed it more than most.
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Setting: Village of Ealdor
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: 'The Moment of Truth' - After the battle
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Post by mysery on Sept 17, 2011 9:37:39 GMT -5
Morgana turned her attention from the princess to the scouts before her, taking in the men before she spoke. They looked suitably worried, though they tried their best to hide it. It wasn't a bad thing. Times like these always brought a bout of worry for those who could never be certain if their places were secure in the new world, but if they did this job well, and caused no problems for the new Queen, Morgana had no aversion to permitting them to remain in their positions. Head held high, Morgana smiled. "The Princess Yassia and I have just been having a discussion regarding the state of affairs in her native kingdom of Ailantha," she explained. It wasn't neccessary to divulge to much information, but in this case, the more information the scouts possessed the better. Especially since Morgana would be sending them into a potentially hostile situation if they approached the wrong persons.
Servants of the kingdom they may be, but even the scouts were worth something. Especially to her, a new Queen who would need to solidify treaties and reassure other kingdoms. "She wishes to contact some acquaintances of hers within the kingdom, however with the current state and leaders in place, it could be dangerous. I have decided to assist her in this endeavour and pledged Camelot's aid. That is where you come in," Morgana continued, gesturing to the men with a wave of her hand.
"Princess Yassia will instruct you regarding those she wishes to contact, as well as the best means of doing so. I am sending you out bearing the trust of both the Princess and myself and it would not do well for you to betray that trust." Morgana did not want to threaten the men, but it was not only Camelot that ressided upon the descretion of this mission. If they betrayed Yassia, or herself, to the other King, she would see them punished. Severely. Deciding the men understood her, Morgana turned to Yassia and gestured with her hand for the other female to speak. She, after all, possessed the knowledge the men would need.
Both names and the best ways to contact those people.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha
Timeline: Around the time of ‘The Coming of Arthur’
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Post by mysery on Sept 17, 2011 9:23:25 GMT -5
His words were intended to absolve her of any guilt she might feel, but how could they? He would never understand just how deep that guilt ran. And it converged together from so many different sources. She had led him into a trap, she felt guilty over that. That attack had been her idea. It had failed. More guilt. Two good men had died for nothing. She could never speak of this feeling aloud either, or it would all come out and she would be branded a traitor. Uther had labelled her that as well. Her thoughts were not good, Morgana knew this. If she spent too long dwelling on them, they would claim what little sleep she managed inbetween her nightmares. That wouldn't do.
Thankfully, she was rescued from her thoughts, and from replying to the King, by one of the servants approaching them and bowing. "A meal has been prepared and laid out for you, your highness, and the lady Morgana in the dinning room," he said, gesturing to the doors. Morgana knew she was hungry, however she at the very least wished to change before doing anything else.
"Shall I meet you in the dinning room your highness?" she offered to the King. "I would very much like to rid myself of this cloak before anything else," she added by way of explanation. Plus it would give her a few minutes by herself to sort through the mess that was her mind at the present time. Morgana could only hope Gwen had already left for the day.
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Setting: Camelot City
Tag: Uther Pendragon
Timeline: After 'To Kill the King'
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Post by mysery on Sept 17, 2011 9:06:45 GMT -5
Morgana was quickly growing irritated with the people of Camelot, both for their steadfast refusal to accept her as their new Queen, and for their stupidity and blindness. For that was what it had to be. Surely no kingdom in its right mind would honestly wish for Uther Pendragon upon it's throne. And yet, the people of Camelot still held out as though awaiting the return of their King. Uther Pendragon was an old tyrant who had deserved his dethroning. His persecution of those with magic was at its end. Morgana did have to, on some level, thank Uther however. If not for his absolutely deceptiveness and two faced demeanour, she would never have known he was her father.
In the end, he had made all of this possible. Irony at its best. His selfish desire to lie to those around him was now his downfall. No, not ironic. Befitting. It only seemed right that Uther dig his own grave. Now he was rotting in the dungeons and awaiting that death. Where he should be in her opinion.
And it was her responsibility now to establish where exactly the nobles of Camelot would fall. Would they stand beside her, or would they choose the way of the fools? Already some had proven... difficult to handle, so Morgana had been forced to use extreme measures in persuading them to see her way. The hardest to turn would of course be those closest to the now exiled Prince Arthur, her half brother. The sooner they either joined her, or were disposed of, the better. Caitrin de Archer wasn't even of Camelot, she was Mercian, but she had a connection to the missing Prince. This visit would serve two purposes. She could gauge the woman's loyalties and discover if she knew anything of Arthur's hiding place. Surely someone must. Morgana took a small amount of sick pleasure at seeing Caitrin's reaction to the new hall.
The first of her questions was answered the moment the woman spoke after entering the hall. It wasn't a very original display of defiance, but then again, not everybody couldn't react as feverently as Sir Lucan had. Now who could Morgana threaten here. For a moment she considered having the girl hurt for her impudence, but a small amount of defiance was to be expected. "Caitrin de Archer," she replied. Two could play that game. After all, why should Morgana recognise her status? She wasn't of Camelot and Morgana, the Queen, hadn't granted it to her. "I am pleased you could make the journey to join me today."
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Caitrin de Archer
Tiimeline: During 'The Coming of Arthur'
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Post by mysery on Sept 11, 2011 9:34:44 GMT -5
 Morgana, though only new to the idea that she herself could possess magic, found she could agree with Catalina's words. She did hope that one day magic wouldn't have to be relegated to the shadows and hidden away on pain of death. Unfortunately, part of Morgana knew that Uther would never allow the return of magic. Certainly not easily, if he ever did. If the King could execute Guinevère's father for nothing more than being seen with a sorcerer, then what hope did actual magic users have? She tried not to let herself dwell on those thoughts for too long.
"Camelot in all it's glory is a sight to behold," the lady replied, thinking to the celebrations that had been held in the kingdom and how the castle had been decorated to match. All the inhabitants were dressed up to blend in with the beauty of the castle. Not that Morgana minded that part so much. She was a lady and she enjoyed dressing up. And Guinevère was heaven sent as well. She was always invaluable to Morgana when it came to selecting clothing for feasts and the like. A fresh eye never hurt. "I think you would like Camelot Catalina," Morgana added with a smile. She could easily see the other young woman running around the courtyard exploring, or just wondering at anything and everything. If her enthusiasm here was anything to go by.
The sudden change in topic again, something Morgana was noticing Catalina did a lot of, made the lady quieten just a little. How did she explain what she had been doing in the forest? That she had been looking for this very tribe of druids when she had been foolish and gotten herself attacked by sekets? Perhaps she should take the escape Catalina offered. But Morgana didn't want to be dishonest. She had come here seeking help. Surely they wouldn't judge her?
"It's alright," Morgana said after a moment before she sighed. "I ventured out here looking for help," she explained as best she could. "For a while now I have been experiencing odd happenings and someone I know in Camelot suggested that the druids may be able to help me understand what was happening to me."
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Setting: The Druid Camp
Tag: Catalina Regalis
Timeline: During 'The Nightmare Begins
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Post by mysery on Sept 11, 2011 8:38:40 GMT -5
 How she desired nothing more than to scorch the flesh from his bones for those comments. It was hipocritical, much like Uther's words were. They said she was evil, that she was a deadly snake who needed to be killed. Why did none of them see their precious King in the same light? Had he not murdered hundreds of innocents in his thirst for vengence against magic? How many had he killed while claiming Camelot? She did not know precicely what had started his vendetta against her kind, but it no longer mattered. No reason would ever be justification enough for what Uther had done to them.
She had once been the beloved of Camelot, but that Morgana had been ignorant of the truth of her birth. The truth of what she was. This one was no longer.
"You preach loyalty and fighting for what you believe in, yet condemn those who would do the same. You think the only people worthy of existing in peace are those who look and think like you," Morgana replied evenly. Angry she may be, but she would no dignify Lucan's barbs with a reaction expressing it. She did however walk back towards the prisoner.
"It may surprise you to know this Lucan, but I do not desire the death of everyone in Camelot," the Queen added. "I do not wish to kill, but I will do what is neccessary to free this land from Uther's poison. There is only one death in Camelot that I desire above all else. And Uther's time to die will come soon enough." The guards held Lucan firm, taking his threats far more seriously than the young Queen did.
"Who is worse? The one who stands against the popular opinion, or the one who defends it blindly?"
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Sir Lucan
Timeline: During 'The Coming of Arthur'
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Post by mysery on Sept 11, 2011 5:23:25 GMT -5
 Morgana did like the gardens. Granted, she preferred the training grounds and having a sword in her hand to simply wandering around with nothing to do, but they were pleasing to the eye. And they provided a good hiding place when she had not wanted to be found as a child. She knew the castle like the back of her hand, along with the garden, so Morgana found it easy to walk and talk at the same time here. She nodded in reply to his answer. So, Vortigern would at least take something from Camelot, even if it was only an image of the gardens, when he returned home.
"The gardens were a favourite of mine when I was a child," Morgana replied carefully. It was true, but Uther had warned her how it was taken sometimes when she confessed to enjoying her time more out on the training field. "Though its enjoyability is often determined by the company kept while here," she added, unable to help herself. The women of court, some who she had wandered the gardens with, weren't often worth the effot. All they spoke about was 'Arthur this and Arthur that' or, heaven forbid, 'You must know him well,' in that waspish tone. It was hard to enjoy anything with that going on beside one.
She chose not to comment that she too had duties to deal with. A lady she may have been, but Morgana had never been content to simply sit on the sidelines. If she wasn't doing something else, reminding Arthur of the stupidity of some of his actions was always a good way to spend her time.
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Tag: Vortigern
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Post by mysery on Sept 11, 2011 2:30:43 GMT -5
She hadn't even reached the throne when Lucan's angry yell sounded behind her. Not that she had expected any different of course. The key to getting control of these people was to find their weak points and exploit them. Lucan's was Camila. Well, it was the closest to a weak point she had found in him. Morgana turned slightly with a raised eyebrow as Lucan struggled against her guards. He got nowhere of course, but it was entertaining to watch him try.
âIf you so much as touch her then I swear that I will kill you!â
His threats meant nothing.
And yet Morgana couldn't help but smirk. These men weren't very smart, allowing themselves to be exposed and vulnerable because of a single woman. Leon's weakness had been Yassia, Lucan's was Camila. Even Arthur had fallen prey to it. And Guinevère was a large weakness for one who was supposed to be a future King. If Morgana had harboured any doubts about this pressure point in Lucan's life, they were firmly quashed at his reaction.
"There you are wrong Sir Lucan," Morgana corrected the errant knight. "She, and every other person in Camelot have something to do with me. It is upon you and the other knights how smoothly their transition into life under my reign happens... if it happens at all," she finished, turning fully to face Lucan, the smile gone from her face. This was serious, and the new Queen wanted them all to know exactly how serious she was. The time for games was over. Morgana was queen now and she wasn't going to tolerate the reckless treason with which these men acted and spoke.
As far as she was concerned, they should count themselves lucky to still be breathing at this point.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Sir Lucan
Timeline: During 'The Coming of Arthur'
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Post by mysery on Sept 10, 2011 9:06:23 GMT -5
The return to the castle was spent in, mostly silence. At least, it was on Morgana's part. Internally, her mind was a tumultuous mess. A situation that was, in no way, helped by the lingering adrenaline running through her body. She had known the attack was coming, had known that Tauren would strike against Uther during their visit to her fathers grave. She herself had organised the visit for heavens sakes! And yet her body had reacted as though she had been blissfully unaware of the entire plot. She steered her horse into the courtyard behind the King, and remained quiet as they dismounted and the horses were rushed away to the stables.
It hadn't been her knife that had ended Tauren's life. It had been his own. When he'd attacked Uther, she'd pressed herself back against the stone of her fathers grave, watching as the two men fought. All the while, Uther's words had been ringing in her mind. He regretted and was wrong to execute Guinevère's father. He was sorry. Sorry. Those words had struck a chord in her, and on instinct, skilled instinct thanks to Arthur and their childhood, she had taken up Tauren's knife and killed him with it, thus saving Uther from death.
"We certainly encountered more difficulty than we anticipated. But I am relieved that the wound caused by recent events now seems healed."
Morgana was pulled from her thoughts as Uther addressed her. A part of her did feel guilty at having all but walked Uther into that trap in her anger at him, but she still wasn't completely sure if what she had done had been the right thing. He showed remorse, yes, but Uther was fickle and his feelings could change in an instant. "I am sorry my lord," Morgana apologised, though it was a little absently, she was so wrapped up in her own thoughts. "If I had not suggested we visit my father's grave, the attack would never have happened."
And two good guards of Camelot would not have died. Logically, she knew they would have intervened and killing them was smart on Tauren's part, but they had been innocents in the end. It was Uther who had been the target, not them.
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Setting: Camelot City
Tag: Uther Pendragon
Timeline: After 'To Kill the King'
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Post by mysery on Sept 4, 2011 7:51:39 GMT -5
 "If he tries any such thing Merlin, I want you to come and see me," Morgana replied, though her face was split with a smile. As annoyed as Arthur might be, she didn't want him taking his childish inability to cope well with being bedridden out on poor Merlin. Especially not when Merlin had been working his behind off with Gaius to try and find a way to help the Prince in the first place.
Morgana was a little wary when Merlin spoke suddenly. Those words rarely boded well. At least, that was what she had found in her experience. However she was pleasantly surprised when he continued. She knew how Merlin felt. These past few days had been hard on them all, and even she was thankful to have someone to talk to in Merlin. Her face softened a tad and she smiled.
"I am glad I could return the favour Merlin," Morgana replied honestly. Merlin had done the same for her, even just now, so she was happy she could do the same for him in some way. "And I mean it. If Arthur tries to give you any trouble over not being around, I will handle him. Dont worry about him. Just focus on making sure your mother is alright." Arthur she could handle, and she hoped he would understand when or if she explained to him exactly why Merlin had been absent. He had been caring for his ill mother, as well as Arthur. He shouldn't be punished for that.
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Setting: Camelot Castle - The Physician's Chambers
Tag: Merlin
Timeline: In the aftermath of 'Le Morte De Arthur'
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Post by mysery on Sept 3, 2011 8:02:55 GMT -5
The fact that Nimueh took her hand first and foremost, rather than scold Morgana for what she was trying so desperately to understand and control, immediately put the younger girl at ease. Nimueh was well respected among the people of the Isle and to have tutelage from her was an honour, so Morgana had been told. For her it was slightly more personal. She had come to view Nimueh as the mother she didn't have. When she had been younger, and the confusion over why her parents would abandon her was fresh, Nimueh had taken it upon herself to help Morgana understand that it was because her parents loved her so much that she had been given to the Priestess to raise. Every now and then, she would sit by herself and wonder about her parents out there in the world, but for the most part she was happy that Nimueh was there for her. It was for her love and approval that she worked as hard as she did.
So, Morgana watched, completely rapt, as Nimueh extended her own hand and did with such ease what Morgana herself had just attempted, and failed, to do. The words were taken to heart though. She had to invite the elements to join her, not force them. It made sense. Upon Nimueh's intruction, Morgana nodded and, taking a deep breath, raised her hand once more. This time, she closed her eyes and tried as the older woman had instructed. She imagined the water on her skin, flowing over it like silk and the light pitter patter as though rain were falling. The coolness of its touch and the slight tickle it gave her. She did like water. It was refreshing, calm and serene, yet always unpredictable. It could go anyway it wanted and it couldn't always be contained. That appealed to Morgana.
Without even realising it, the water began to form in her palm. Not like Nimueh's had, a fountain sprouting in her palm, but rather like an orb, the water appeared from nothing and circled around as though caught in an invisible cup until it formed a perfect circle and filled itself. Morgana's eyes opened and then widened when she realised she had done it. She had done it! A huge smile broke over her features, like the waves over rocks did, and she giggled. "I did it!" she exclaimed, even though she knew Nimueh could see it for herself right there. "It worked! The water came!" she added, almost bouncing with her excitement. "Can you see? I did it Nim!"
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Setting: Isle of the Blessed
Tag: Nimueh Ó Liatháin
Timeline: During Morgana's childhood
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Post by mysery on Sept 3, 2011 6:06:44 GMT -5
Lucan was a smart mouth, but then again, he always had been. In her memory, she couldn't remember a time in which he hadn't been laughing and joking. Deceptive it was, how laid back he appeared. Surely he understood what was on the line here? Well, no he wouldnt. All of the knights merely assumed she would end their lives if they failed to pledge their loyalty to her. If only it were so simple, she would have ended them the moment she took the throne. No, there were other ways to handle people like this. Leon she was working on. Princess Yassia would be the perfect leverage over him, and Lucan had no idea what was in store for him.
Ignoring the clear jibe his words were made to be, Morgana pushed herself up from her throne, and it was hers, and stepped down to approach the knight on the floor. From her position, it wasn't hard to look down on Sir Lucan, and Morgana tilted her head to the side for a moment, as if contemplating him. Perhaps she was, perhaps she wasn't. Finally, Morgana straightened and snapped her fingers.
"Guards," she called, and the two men who had hauled Lucan up from the dungeons were beside her in an instant. She lowered her hand and sighed. "It seems you are correct Sir Lucan," the Queen replied, turning on her heel to walk back to her throne. "I am clearly wasting my time with you. Take him back to the dungeons." The last part was directed to the guards, who nodded once each and reached down to haul Lucan back to his feet. Morgana reached her throne as they began to head for the doors.
"Enjoy the dungeons Sir Lucan," she called over her shoulder. "Oh and when you have returned him guards, please bring me Lady Camila Faintree. It is time I spoke with her as well." Morgana finished this with a small wave of her hand. Lucan may have thought the slight interest he showed in Lady Faintree went unnoticed. Perhaps it had... by all but Morgana. Now that interest, and his insolence, was going to cost him.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Sir Lucan
Timeline: During 'The Coming of Arthur'
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