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Post by mysery on Sept 2, 2011 9:33:56 GMT -5
 While Merlin milled around the chamber, collecting various things which Morgana assumed were part of the draught Gaius always prepared for her, the lady fiddled idly with the hem of her sleeve. She was hardly dressed to be out and about, but what did Morgana care at the moment? Worrying over if Arthur was going to die seemed slightly more important than whether or not she wore her best dress outside her room. Listening as Merlin spoke, Morgana once again considered how the future might turn out.
If Gaius approved, Merlin probably would be the next court physician.
She chuckled at Merlin's rather apt description of how Arthur was fairing. He was getting antsy being couped up like he was, but Gaius had fobidden him, as had the King,from leaving his room until they decided he was right to do so. It was driving Arthur absolutely insane. For a moment, Morgana was surprised that Merlin hadn't been to see Arthur yet, but then again, he had been busy. Hunith had been sick, Arthur was still recovering, no doubt Gaius had kept Merlin busy as well on top of all that. She should have expected he might not have made it to Arthur yet.
The vial he handed her wasnt unlike the ones Gaius did, and Morgana took it with a small bit of comfort. She smiled as Merlin laughed, and shook her head. "Arthur is always annoyed at something, but if he tries anything, I'll straighten him out," Morgana replied reassuringly. She's just have a little sit down and talk with Arthur about how Merlin had been taking care of his mother and make sure that he felt every tiny little bit of guilt that brought up. That was what siblings were for after all.
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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 1, 2011 8:09:36 GMT -5
 Morgana smiled and inclined her head in agreement. "The gardens are a wondeful sight to be seen," she replied, taking his offer to move ahead of him and beginning to head for the doors. They were open, a sign of welcome and frivolity to the guests, and the ceremonial guards by the door merely bowed their heads as she and Prince Vortigern passed. The servants knew better than to follow where she had not instructed them to, so, after a brief look from one or two of them, they were let on their way. For whatever the reason Prince Vortigern wished to speak with her away from the rest of court, a stroll in the gardens would be perfect.
Albeit, Prince or not, Morgana knew guards would never be too far away from her. She understood that Uther had instilled in all the castle guards, early on, that she was always to be protected, whether that be from outside forces, or from within. It was a fact of her life that she had been forced to come to terms with.
She led the Prince through the castle and out into the gardens. "And here we are," Morgana announced as they entered the green gardens of Camelot. She and Arthur had grown up amongst the bushes and greenery here. That was in between those lessons; Arthur's training, and her lessons in ettiquette on becoming a Lady. "Tell me Prince Vortigern, have you ever seen the gardens of Camelot before?" Morgana asked.
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Post by mysery on Sept 1, 2011 7:33:18 GMT -5
Morgana remained seated when Merlin stood. Perhaps she should be going, but she honestly couldn't find it within herself to stand. Merlin wasnt judging of her. Here she could have a few moments reprieve from everything beyond that wooden door. Ah his question, she sighed. "I do need some more of that draught," she confessed. It had been helping a little with her nightmares, and Morgana would rather have it than not. One never knew when it might begin working again and remove the nightmares completely.
"I would appreciate that," she added with a smile to his offer of making the draught for her. No doubt, despite his position as Arthur's servant, Gaius was still teaching Merlin. He'd been out a few times she knew of for herbs and the like. If all went well, perhaps Merlin would take over Gaius' position in a few years.
His more quiet question made Morgana's mind briefly replay the scene from the courtyard before she came back to the present, and Merlin's question. "I have," she answered with a nod of her head. "He seems to be recovering well," she added, and once again, Morgana was brought to the real reason she had come. Arthur's wound, by Gaius' own admission had been incurable. A bite from the Questing Beast was fatal, no exceptions. So how had Arthur become an exception? It was false then, the fatal bite, Gaius had claimed. Morgana was not so certain.
"Have you seen Arthur since your return?" Morgana asked. She didn't know if Merlin had been serving the Prince while he recovered or not. She had been with him and the room had been empty, but somebody must have been seeing to him.
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Tag: Merlin
Timeline: In the aftermath of 'Le Morte De Arthur'
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Post by mysery on Sept 1, 2011 7:04:48 GMT -5
 The dagger hidden inside her sleeve was more than enough to make Morgana feel secure in this place. Her magic was strong, strong enough to protect her from any attack, but the use of it would draw attention she did not need. So, when she sensed the presence of someone approaching her, Morgana's hand tightened just a fraction around the handle of her blade. Men really did not learn did they? He stopped behind her, and when he whispered in her ear, Morgana took a moment to try and puzzle the voice out. Was it someone she should fear? No, Arthur's voice was more lilting than this one. And he would have called her out far more obviously than this if it were her half brother. Hmm a mystery then.
The man knew her real name. Or at the very least, that the one she went by was not her true name. More reason for suspicion regarding him then. If he knew her true name, why did he not call it out? Why not expose her? Unless exposure was not his aim in approaching her. Tapping her nails against the wood surface of the bar two times, she turned in her place to face the stranger. A tall man, slightly taller than herself, but he bore not distinct colours marking him of Camelot. Perhaps not a soldier then, though he wore some kind of armor.
"Perhaps not," she replied smoothly. "However it is more practical. Then again, enough money can make the most beautiful of names disappear," the ex-lady added. She could have erased any name from the owner with enough coin, but it was easier to hide in plain sight, rather than be like a ghost. He knew who she was, there was no need to act a part. With that in mind, Morgana made sure to meet the mans eyes. She had been born and rasied a noble, as close to royalty as she could be since being denied her heritage, and, as such, she would look down for no-one.
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Tiimeline: After Series 3
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Post by mysery on Aug 21, 2011 9:12:56 GMT -5
As much as Morgana appreciated Merlin's assurance that he wouldn't tell anyone about what she was going through, she couldn't help a smile and chuckle at his way of doing so. It sounded just like Arthur to punish poor Merlin as much as he could to try and pry information out of him. Arthur could be a bit of a brute in that regard. It was good to know she could count on Merlin though. She could never entrust this to anyone in the court, in case they told Uther and she knew some of them didn't like anyways, but Merlin was.... Merlin; innocent in all of this. He had no alterior motives or petty squabbles with her. He was just Merlin and that was a god send at this point.
Prep talks weren't something Morgana was used to hearing, she was usually the one tanning Arthur's hide into action anyway, but from Merlin, she almost believed him when he said that she shouldn't be scared. On some level, she knew Merlin could never understand exactly how she felt, he didn't suffer dreams like she did, nor did he have any reason to suspect he might be magic, but it was the thought that counted. "Thank you Merlin," Morgana replied with a smile, reaching out to place her hand over his.
It was a forward gesture, yes, but she wanted him to know how thankful she was. He was here listening to her, reassuring her, when anyone else in Camelot probably would have turned her away in fear. Or gone straight to Uther with suspicions. Merlin had none of that.
"You really are a true friend," she added, retracting her hand.
[And on a side note, this marks post number 200 for Morgana here!!! Woohoo!!!]
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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 Aug 18, 2011 4:05:01 GMT -5
 Morgana nearly stumbled at Guinevère's reply and she all but shot up from her seat at the table. "M-My men?!" she exclaimed. How on Earth could Guinevère think those men belonged to her? Camelot had been invaded, that much was clear, but she was as much a prisoner in this as Gwen herself was! And the King... Uther must have been captured for he couldn't be dead. Not with the way Guinevère had spoken about him and her comment that Arthur must have left him.
Not that Arthur would ever abandon his father. They had their disagreements, but she doubted Arthur would leave the King to death here. "Regardless of what they have told you Guinevère, those men are not mine!" Morgana protested, picking up the crown from the table as anger sparked through her. Anger at her inability to remember what was happening, anger at the world for suddenly being so drastically different that she was lost in it.
"I wish I could remember..." she trailed off softly, holding the crown in her hands like it would unlock her memories for her if she looked at it long enough. Realising it wasnt helping, she set it aside once more and turned to Guinevère. "Start from the beginning and tell me what happened here Gwen."
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Guinevère
Timeline: During 'The Coming of Arthur Pt 2'
Storyline: Morgana's Enchantment - Part 1
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Post by mysery on Aug 17, 2011 21:07:12 GMT -5
Correcting those who claimed Morgana as part of the royal family had become tedious after a while, so she had long since given up doing so. She was regarded as a sister to Arthur, and a daughter to Uther, so there was little point in reminding others that she was not. Both men expected the same level of respect for her as Princesses of other kingdoms, even if Morgana herself didn't enjoy it. She was a lady, and she enjoyed being one, but she was no princess, that she knew. Therefore, when Prince Vortigern did the same as many before him, Morgana simply smiled and refrained from correcting him. "It is our honour to have you here in Camelot, though I must give you my condolences on your fathers inability to attend," she replied, a small frown marring her features.
She too had heard of King Gildas and his current sickness, thanks to Uther and his need to remind them who was attending these festivities, and she had been informed that Prince Vortigern would be attending in his place. With a slight movement, she claimed a goblet from one of the servants passing by, and took a sip of the wine. It was fruity, as she knew it would be, but not unpleasant. Morgana brought her attention back to Vortigern as he spoke again. He had a point, Morgana would grant him that. The women of court were something akin to vultures in Morgana's opinion. They were out for whatever information they could get, and rumours abounded whenever she took the time to listen. It was impossible to have a normal conversation when any word could spell rumours galore in Camelot.
And she had been growing restless in this room filled with people. Perhaps a walk through the castle or the gardens would be a nice reprieve.
"Have you yet seen the castle Prince Vortigern? Or perhaps the gardens?" Morgana asked, taking the liberty of suggestion. It would provide them both an escape from this ceremony and yet she would not be deviating from her position. After all, what kind of gracious host would they be if the Prince was left to wander the halls on his own?
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Post by mysery on Aug 17, 2011 20:08:01 GMT -5
The festivities were well underway, and Camelot was putting its best foot forward on all fronts. Though it was to be expected. Uther was welcoming foreign dignitaries, emissaries, royals and nobles alike and he would want Camelot to be at its best for their scrutiny. It was all alot of planning, preparation and pompous. A bit too much for Morgana's tastes. The part she found most annoying in the entirety of this time was that Uther seemed to have developed this need to remind both herself and Arthur at every turn just how important these meetings were. As if they didn't already know. It irritated her because this was not the first time Camelot had hosted visitors of this calibre, and yet Uther acted as though they were still impertinent children who would spill water on a Lord because they couldn't keep track of their own feet.
Regardless of her distaste for the way Uther handled this whole affair, Morgana knew she was still expected to stand in her place and be his Ward and the Lady of Camelot. And it was in this role that she was cast today. Guinevère had assisted her in getting prepared, passing on what she had heard from the servants and other such sorces of information, and Morgana had chuckled at some of it. Especially the one about that Lord who was suspected of being chased through his own estate by pigs. Afterwards, she had made her way down into the grand hall, Arthur had been going in the opposite direction and she couldn't help the small jab about him 'taking care of himself' since the competition looked rather fierce this time around. He had, as expected, reacted with a barb about how he would always be around to escort her wherever she needed to go before they'd gone their seperate ways.
And so now she found herself in the grand hall, surrounded by people, older men and the women who were not content to merely sit and watch the knights and other men train for the upcoming tournament. A few nobles approached her, or she them, to converse, but at the moment, her company was one of the servants who she had exchanged a few words with, mostly to see that everything was proceeding as it should, when suddenly a new voice reached her.
"My Lady Morgana. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance once more."
Morgana turned to take in the newcomer and allowed a smile to form. "Prince Vortigern," she greeted the man, inclining her head respectfully as she curtsied. They were in Camelot, her home, but even Morgana had to be mindful of paying respect to those who were of a higher station than she was. "The pleasure is all mine," she added. "How are you finding your stay in Camelot so far?" Morgana inquired. She knew he had spoken with Uther previously, and she had been present when the Prince had arrived, but otherwise, she hadn't yet had the chance to speak with the Prince since then.
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Post by mysery on Aug 16, 2011 4:45:27 GMT -5
 Morgana nodded as the other female gave the name she had asked for. She curtsied to her, and Morgana understood immediately that this young woman knew who she was. Or at the very least was payingher respect because she believed her to be of higher station than her. And then again, perhaps she was just frightened and figured showing such respect would spare her any unneccessary trouble. Not that Morgana wished for the girl to fear her. She was to be her teacher after all. It would help if she weren't afraid of Morgana at all. So, with that thought in mind, Morgana smiled.
“Please, there is no need to call me 'milady',” she said to the girl, her smile holding firm. “We are the same here,” she added. Alright, that wasn't technically true, Morgause wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice this girl if she became a problem, but otherwise, in Morgana's eyes, they were equal. Remembering why Morgause had brought Lucy here in the first place, Morgana turned to the side to look over the gardens.
“You are to be my tutor, or so I have been told,” Morgana said, gesturing for Lucy to walk with her. What better place than through the gardens themselves?
“In plants and herbs,” she added, beginning to walk down the path before her. The blood guards were nearby, she heard them shuffle to stay close, but they were of no consequence to Morgana. For now, her attention was on Lucy and would remain there for the moment as she settled the girl into the role she had been selected for.
The blood guards were here primarily for her sister, Morgana knew this, but Morgause had also tasked them with her protection. She'd managed to get conversations out of some of them and they'd told her they were created to protect the Priestess', which Morgause apparently was. It had fascinated Morgana, this heirarchy and religion that she had never known existed beyond what Uther chose to slander and destroy, labelling it all as magic.
[There is no need at all to apologise. I completely understand!]
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Timeline: In The Year Between
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Post by mysery on Aug 16, 2011 4:07:57 GMT -5
 Morgana didn't know what went through Cenred's head, though she could make an educated guess and surmise it probably had something to do with her, Morgause and the best way to kill them both. Morgause had, in her betrayal, made an enemy of Cenred and Morgana partly wished she hadn't. Cenred may have been a means to an end for them, but she knew his hatred of Uther ran almost as deep as her own. His army had served its purpose, but they had ultimately been under Morgause and her own control, and she doubted even Uther with all his poison and snakelike attempts wouldn't have been able to sway Cenred from their side. Even Merlin and Arthur weren't that convincing.
Lifting her chin just a fraction higher, she would never cower before anyone, let alone Cenred who was a man, Morgana looked him square in the eyes. She wanted Cenred to know he didn't scare her, no matter the presence of his swords or his men. “The people of these villages have their uses,” she replied to his inquiry, gesturing with a flick of her head to the people around them who had scampered back and away at the sight of their King brandishing his weapon towards a woman. “After all, gossip is invaluable,” she added with a smirk. Should she mention the rumours of his own demise that still permeated the air? Perhaps not. At least, not now.
At his question of her sister, Morgana's smile dropped. If Cenred wanted to take his revenge against her sister, he would die first. And this time, Morgana would make sure the job was completed. Whether she agreed or not with her actions, Morgause was her sister and her protection was paramount. “Morgause is as well as can be expected,” the former lady answered carefully. She wouldn't divulge to Cenred, this man who clearly held a grudge against her sister, that Morgause was in the weakened condition she was. Putting her sister at risk, at his mercy, was not something Morgana would allow. She would die first.
"And what of you King Cenred?" Morgana said, almost challenging the man before her. "You seem to have recovered well from the aforementioned blade through your gut."
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Tiimeline: After Series 3
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Post by mysery on Aug 7, 2011 21:26:53 GMT -5
 She knew all too well that Arthur's words had merit. The King, while not her father by blood, was as close to one as Morgana had now and she knew he took that role very seriously. His constant worry for her safety, especially after that incident when she and Arthur were sixteen, and well being was tangible even in the most harrowing times. If Arthur did not tell Uther, which she was partly hoping he would not do, the King would find out somehow, Morgana was sure. Arthur would appear merciful in comparison to the King of Camelot.
Morgana sneered at Arthur for his comment about her being self centered, but it was in jest, just as she knew his words were. This she was able to do. Teasing and poking and prodding at one another was what she and Arthur did best when it came to the other. And while it may not make sense to anyone outside of the two of them, it actually helped Morgana. It meant things hadn't changed. Arthur didn't think any less of her, and they were still capable of getting on. Well, of getting on as well as they ever did. Thankfully, he didn't meet her question with teasing. Morgana knew her pride, something she valued as a woman, had already taken a fair lashing today and another from Arthur, even unconciously, would be unbearable.
"Thank you Arthur," the lady replied, matching his sincerity. After all their time together, and the horrors they'd exposed one another too, Morgana was grateful that she could count on Arthur. He really was the brother she never had, and it made her love him all the more. She would never, never tell him that though. Their relationship was one where true feelings were best shown through their actions. A chuckle was drawn from Morgana at Arthur's addition to his answer. That was Arthur though. A pain but a reliable and trustworthy pain nonetheless.
She glanced to the side and finally realised the small mess that had previously escaped her notice. Oh she should get that cleaned up. Especially since she was barefoot in her bedroom and there were shards of vase on the floor.
"I will need to go and fetch a maid," Morgana said absently, her eyes still on the broken vase. Part of her was glad Arthur had smashed it. The horrid thing was only a reminder of her foolishness.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: Mid Series 1
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It was entirely unneccessary, the room Morgana kept in the local inn, but it alleviated susicion in a way living in the woods would not. Morgause and she were quite capable of remaining hidden and well disguised in the forests, but when they ventured into town, and they would have to eventually, they would arouse suspicion. Two women, both cloaked, who came and went into the town on odd occasions, inquiring about the kingom of Camelot and who may have magic? That would be better than a breadcrumb trail should Uther ever send scouts hunting for her and her sister.
The only task of the room however was that every now and then, Morgana would actually have to stay at the inn. She knew the crowds of the town stifled Morgause, a woman who was so used to the open space and peace of her own company, so Morgana was often the one to do so. Morgana was accustomed to people, to crowds, and was far more at ease with them. Today was yet another day, her second, which Morgana would spend in the town and perpetuate the idea that she was a normal, unassuming woman. None had recognised her, and that was exactly how she wanted it to remain.
Making her way to the inn as the sun finally set, Morgana pulled the cloak around her a little tighter. The nights had grown cool as of late, and for once she was thankful of the fire that warmed the inn as she entered it. The warmthh chased the chill from her bones as she pulled her hood down to reveal her dark hair, braided slightly unruly but kept back nonetheless.
The former lady didn't miss the way a few men glanced at her appreciatively, but none seemed foolish enough to approach her. Ah so word still lingered about the last man who had attempted to lay his hands on her. He had mysteriously decided to go swimming in the nearby river in the middle of the night. Oddly enough, as everyone knew, he couldnt swim and had sadly drowned. A shame, but Morgana hadn't had any trouble since.
The keep nodded as she approached. "Ah Miss Ana, what can I do for you this evening?" he inquired and Morgana handed over a few coins.
"For the next few days," she replied by way of explanation and he nodded, stowing the coins away.
"You enjoy your night then Miss," he finished, inclining his head for a moment before going to serve anoter person, leaving Morgana to herself.
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Tiimeline: After Series 3
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Something was afoot in Escetia. Of that much, Morgana was certain. Whispers of conscriptment, of men being enlisted in some kind of army. Had someone already come to claim Escetia in the short time since Cenred's demise? It was a surprise, but Morgana knew she shouldn't have expected it to be so. After all, no doubt Cenred had plenty of people in his court, and even in others, that would immediately take up the chance to rule if he was no longer around.
Morgana continued to make her way through the village, listening every now and then whenever it seemed someone had something interesting to say, but overall, it seemed the people of Escetia had little news for her, as unconciously given as it was. Perhaps she should forstall this visit for another time and return to her sister.
The lady was just considering this when a voice reached her. A voice she hadn't heard in months, and one she had thought, until now, that she would never hear again.
"Morgana what a surprise to see you here."
Turning on her heel, and keeping her features schooled as she was taught, despite the tangible surprise in her, Morgana came face to face with none other than Cenred himself. If it wasnt for the sword, and the men hurrying up behind him, Morgana might have been tempted to believe he was an illusion conjured to haunt her.
"King Cenred," she replied cooly, her mind running through the ideas of how he could be alive. Morgause had informed her personally that Cenred had been disposed of. Had her sister been mistaken?
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Setting: The edges of Escetia
Tiimeline: After Series 3
Tag: King Cenred
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Post by mysery on Aug 5, 2011 10:53:38 GMT -5
 Arthur had indeed chosen well in this Sir Lancelot, Morgana would concede. He was polite, like most of the knights, but he held none of that pompous sense of deserving she had witnessed in some of the others. It was a refreshing change, and a welcome one at that. She too knew of Lancelot's heritage, the fifth son of some Lord, perhaps she hadn't been paying as close attention as everyone thought, but being the youngest son clearly had some effect on him. Having Lancelot around court would be a very interesting endeavour. Especially if she was not wrong in her observations regarding her maidservant. "It is not an honour given lightly, Sir Lancelot, so do not fear feeling proud of yourself," Morgana replied.
Other persons who should have his attention. That quabbling band of men he spent time with? Morgana hoped not. She had barely spoken to him for five minutes and already she could tell Lancelot was of far better character than those men. Better company too if anyone asked her. "The Knights of Camelot are what keep us safe. If others cannot spare time to pay honour to those men, then they should be ashamed," Morgana said absently, shaking her head. No matter the posturing or arguing that took place in the court, when it all came down to it, their kingdoms were kept safe through the soldiers and knights who fought to do so. Men like Lancelot.
Arthur was still the Prince however, so Morgana wasn't surprised at the way Lancelot responded to her question. Even if he had bested Arthur in a more spectacular way, knights were expected to be humble and chivalrous. And not everybody was as forward as she herself was with Arthur.
"I am sure it happened as you say, but even the great and noble Prince Arthur must not grow overconfident and content," Morgana commented, her smile still in place. "It will do him well to occasionally be beaten in one way or another by those he has to teach and inspire. Keeps him sharp," she added with a cheeky grin, glancing over to where the subject of their conversation was talking with a Lord. It was both practical and cheeky of Morgana, she knew. If Arthur grew content and overconfident, he opened up weaknesses like the one he had exploited of Lancelot.
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Tag: Lancelot
Timeline: During the Celebration in 'Lancelot'
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The travelling was taking its toll on Morgause. She didn't need to know her sister so well to read that in her. The tired lines around her face, the way her body moved slowly despite her injuries. Morgana wanted to put more distance between them and Camelot now that Morgause was healing well, but she had to be mindful of her sister still. And staying in towns for now was out of the question. Regardless of the comfort, it was safer and Morgana would not risk Morgause's safety when she was like this. It was her place to care for and protect her sister. She would guard her well.
However, every now and then, she did have to make trips into a nearby town, and this time, their journey had brought them to the edge of Escetia. Cenred's kingdom. Well, whatever was left of it after the King's demise. Morgana hadn't known of Cenred's death until she had spoken with Morgause. Initially, she hadn't given much thought to the decision of her sister to dispose of the Escetian King, but later, she had come to disapprove. Cenred had been a valuable ally, at least in the use of his military force if nothing else. Yes, the army had belonged to Morgause and herself after their turning, but Escetia would have been a valuable ally in the long run also.
Now it was a country left to rot without a leader.
Disregarding those thoughts, for now they served her no good, Morgana lifted the dark hood over her hair and exited the woods where they had made their current residence until it came time to move on once more. The visits into town provided more than just supplies also. What little gossip that existed was invaluable right now and since it had been a little while since her last trip, no doubt there would be some news worth hearing. Even if it was only of how Camelot was rebuilding itself after the horrors of her reign. Morgana still found it incredible how people looked upon what she had done as a horror, yet rejoiced when Uther slaughtered any and all without remorse.
It was hipocricy and it was entirely befitting King Uther Pendragon's kingdom. When she took the throne again, she would change that for certain. Resolve set, Morgana entered the small village on the edges of Escetia and weaved through the people, her destination less clear as she simply wandered amongst the people and observed.
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Setting: The edges of Escetia
Tiimeline: After Series 3
Tag: King Cenred
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Post by mysery on Aug 5, 2011 2:15:55 GMT -5
 The Forests of Balor were quiet to most. And to most, the slightest sound would make a person jump in fright. Morgana however was not most. These forests had become something entirely different to her. Home and refuge. A safe place for her sister to recover and for Morgana to ensure she did just that. Of course, with the worry for her sister, came the sting of her anger. Merlin, Gaius, Lancelot. They had done this to Morgause. They had dared to hurt her sister like they had. If she had not been so distraught over her sisters injuries, she would have unleashed the full force of her fury upon them. Simply bringing down the room had been done with her grief. The gods would not save them when Morgana returned to finish the job.
Until then, she had to bide her time. It had only been a few days, perhaps longer, it was always difficult to tell in the forests, since they had left Camelot behind them. Morgause still had not awoken, something that troubled Morgana greatly. Blood or no, Morgause was the only family she cared for, and until she was whole and healthy once more, she would continue to worry for her. And Morgana was going to do everything she knew of to help her sister recover.
The herbs she needed were in the forests of Balor, another reason behind why she had chosen this as their safe haven. With these herbs, and her magic, she could assist Morgause's healing. The basket she carried was simple, woven and filled with green herbs that would probably be overlooked by the majority of people. To Morgana, they were so much more. Despite the easy and focused appearance she gave off, Morgana was as alert as a skittish rabbit. They were still close enough to Camelot to be discovered, though she would make anyone who did attempt to attack them suffer greatly, and Morgana couldn't afford to relax.
And she was acutely aware that someone, or something, was watching her.
Not faltering in her movements, no need to give away the fact she knew they were there until it became of some benefit to her, Morgana continued collecting herbs. The rustling announced the person's arrival and Morgana simply straightened, turning to face the newcomer. No armour or colours from Camelot, no immediately signal or hollar that she had been found. Most likely not an enemy then. Well, not an enemy yet. That did not mean her eyes were not decieving her. Never take anything for granted.
"It is impolite to stare," she said simply, almost flippantly to the man.
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Setting: The Forests of Balor
Tiimeline: After Series 3
Tag: Varro
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Post by mysery on Aug 4, 2011 23:59:48 GMT -5
 The shock on Arthur's face was clearly visible to Morgana. She had always been able to read him like a book and here, now with them outmanned and outnumbered by bandits, was no exception. Surprise, first and foremost, followed rather quickly by shock and finally fear. Morgana was a strong young woman, independant and 'more than a handful' as a few had described her, and, though the dagger at her throat kept her paralyzed, inside she was rallying against these men for having the gall to use her against Arthur in such a way. Not just for her own pride, and Arthur's, but what kind of men hid behind a woman? And a sixteen year old one at that? It was like using a child as a shield. Utterly despicable in her mind.
However their words alone explained their choice in hostage. No doubt Arthur had picked up on it also. They knew who he was, and by extension, her own identity. Clearly they had been planning to attack Arthur before this, there were too many of them and they seemed too calm for it to be a simple attack of opportunity. Then again, nothing they could have planned could have included her. She was just an added bonus to ensure his cooperation. Why did she have to be a fool and follow Arthur out into the woods? He was a big boy, he could take care of himself, but she'd been so eager to catch him out, so eager to garner some material that would shut that mouth of his any time it was mentioned that she had forgone all thoughts of safety. She hadn't even brought a sword!
Arthur steeled his features once again, and Morgana glanced between the Prince and the leader of the men. Part of Morgana wished he would fight them, that he wouldn't bow to their whims simply because of her, but a smaller part, the one that was afraid of being hurt and killed here tonight, was relieved he did. That small part once again fluttered with hope as Arthur all but demanded they let her go as they now had him. And had him they did. His arms were bound behind his back, just as her own were, and like that, he was at their mercy. It was not to be though.
"Why only settle for one, when I can have you both?"
It had been too much to hope that these worthless thugs would release her. Even, it seemed, they had some sembelance of a brain. For the first thing Morgana would have done would be to return to Camelot and summon what forces they had to rescue Arthur. They were siblings after all, even if their blood said otherwise. Arthur was as much her brother as any she had been born to and these men would never be allowed to take him if she had anything to do with it. Suddenly the dagger was gone, and Morgana felt only a moments relief before she was pushed forward. "Come on then." With a slight stagger, she righted herself, and levelled the men with a glare. Hostage she may be, but she was still a Lady of Camelot.
She would have expected nothing less from Arthur when his harsh whisper reached her. She levelled her glare on him next. "I could ask you the same thing! I felt like getting myself kidnapped so I figured a late night stroll in the woods would do it," she responded snappishly, her own ire flaring up. Like he could talk! He had been out here on his own as well!
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Setting: Deep in the woods of Camelot
Tiimeline: When Morgana is about 16 years old
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
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Post by mysery on Jul 31, 2011 1:28:32 GMT -5
That truly is astoundingly amazing Gwen. Its absolutely gorgeous and I hope Arthur loves it as much as I certainly do (if not more  )!
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You all deserve it. And I think its safe to say Gwaine has the quote market cornered! Haha.
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