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Post by mysery on May 25, 2011 1:53:58 GMT -5
 Morgana shook her head softly as Merlin inquired about her dreams and apologised. She had expected Gaius would tell Merlin about them, he was his assistant after all and, possibly, would take over from the older man when the time came. So was it not reasonable for him to know things about his potential patients? It didn't matter to her anyway, as it seemed Merlin was nothing if not understanding of her plight. And for that she was thankful.
She chuckled when Merlin made his comment about being busy these last few days. "Well that's Arthur. Always wanting to be the center of attention and taking up everybody's time," she replied, picked up a tunic which was on the floor by her feet. She folded it indly in her hands before she sighed and turned back to Merlin.
"I wanted to say thank you to you and Gaius," Morgana said softly, holding her hands tightly in front of her. "For saving Arthur's life," she added and, despite whatever anyone may have thought, Morgana meant that honestly. If it hadn't been for Merlin and Gaius, Arthur may not have recovered and then her nightmare really would have become a reality. She owed them more than she could possibly convey.
Suddenly feeling somewhat embarrassed, the lady turned back around, placing the tunic she still held down on the table to occupy her hands. "I don't have to explain how worried about him I was," she finished.
Merlin had been there anyway. He had helped her back up the stairs after Arthur had told her to go back inside. How she'd wanted to rattle him over the head and scream at him not to go, but she'd been confused and disorientation as the guards took her back inside the castle.
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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 May 24, 2011 9:38:54 GMT -5
She may not have garnered the girl's promise to convert her uncle, but her reverence and thanks for now would be enough. And it provided the Queen some leverage over her, which was the next best thing. Leverage over the girl equalled leverage over Sir Leon, and if she could produce enough of it, the knight would break and take down all the other knights with him. And the last resistance to her would be quashed. Of course, the issue with Arthur would present a whole new array of problems, but he was just one man. And one man could easily be overcome.
Morgana smiled at the girl as she thanked her again and they waited for the scouts to open the door. When Yassia suggested that perhaps Morgana could teach her to be a ruler like herself, the lady turned Queen paused for a moment. That was as unexpected as her request for help with the scouts had been. Yassia saw her as strong, well yes she was, but it seemed her prejudice and fear of Morgana had been put aside almost entirely. Hmm perhaps taking the girl under her wing would be a good thing. It could only help her cause when it came to her uncle after all.
"I am honoured that you would ask that of me Princess Yassia," Morgana replied, using the girls title. It may not be recognised, but she would see to it that she was adressed properly from now on. "I would enjoy spending more time with you," she added, only partly lying this time. Yassia held no loyalty to Camelot, other than Sir Leon but that was easily dealt with, and so Morgana bore her no direct ill will. It might even be nice to have another ally and friend in the city besides her sister.
Before she could speak again, the door before them opened to reveal Ollien, the leader of the scouts. He seemed surprised, shocked really, but he quickly recovered and bowed, permitting them entry which Morgana took full advantage of. "Your highness," he greeted her.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha
Timeline: Around the time of ‘The Coming of Arthur’
[Oh for sure! I gave one of them a name so we can work with that but feel free to add others. Hehe.]
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Post by mysery on May 24, 2011 9:22:45 GMT -5
Morgana waited patiently as she lowered her hand and frowned when she softly heard clattering from inside Gaius' chambers. Had Merlin tripped on something? She hoped she hadn't surprised him and he'd gone and hurt himself. That wouldn't do, especially not since she'd come to thank him. Last thing she wanted was for him or Gaius to get hurt after saving Arthur. The door was pulled open before her to reveal none other than Merlin, who didn't seem to be injured thankfully.
He allowed her to enter the chambers, which she did, and she glanced around. No sign of Gaius then. Probably checking on Arthur right then anyways. She vaguely heard Merlin's question and she shook her head. While she would need a new one in a few days, or less if her nightmares continued on as they were, right now it was far from her mind. "No, thank you," she replied. The lady wasn't in the habit of feeling nervous, but the last few days had been terrifying for her.
And Merlin had been present at the worst of her outbursts; when she'd flown out of the castle and begged Arthur frantically, in front of all the Knights and anyone else who had been watching, Merlin included, not to go and fight the Questing Beast. Her nightmares had been horrible. She'd seen Arthur verging on the edge of death, unresponsive and it had frightened her like nothing else ever had. And it had cast her mind back to that whole Sophia incident. The nightmare had the same kind of feeling those dreams had, and that had scared her even more.
She'd screamed when Arthur had been brought back, just as she had seen him.
"I wanted to make sure you and Gaius were alright," Morgana said, realising she had gone silent for a few moments. Both, she knew, had left Camelot for whatever reason, and had only just returned. All she knew for certain was that Arthur was getting better as a result.
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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 May 24, 2011 9:08:26 GMT -5
 Morgana cast her mind back to that time which seemed like so long ago.
For that little while she had believed Uther to be truly repentant for his actions, but by the time she had come to realise the truth, other things had demanded her attention in her life. "I became preoccupied with the discovery that I had a sister in the world when I believed myself alone," she replied eventually. Morgause had become everything to her now. "And we tried to kill him. We would have succeeded too but someone I trusted attempted to kill me. He poisoned me and then used the antidote as leverage to get my sister to halt our attack." And that anger at Merlin still burned as strong today as it had in those few days after her recovery. When she took the throne, she would make him suffer the pain of a slow, agonising death by poisoning and enjoy as he suffered as she had.
She smirked then. "I dont. Uther is reaping the rewards of his hipocricy and evil deeds. His sanity is a small price to pay for everybody he has murdered and the pain he has wrought," the lady said, her voice hard. Her own life was a prime example. All the suffering and lies that had poisoned her family from before her birth.
"When I become Queen of Camelot, I will stamp out all resistance and make sure the people know who is their leader now," Morgana vowed, tilting her head as her smirk persisted. "That was only thing Uther Pendragon ever taught me. Other than that he cannot be trusted, one must eliminate all threats if they do not wish to be murdered in their sleep. Too bad he is a blind fool."
"Manipulation doesn't suit you Cenred. One of your few admirable qualities is your directness," the dark haired female chuckled. It may have been a thinly veiled insult, but it was true. She admired that he didn't bother pretending with her. She lent her head back against the back of her chair and looked at the King. "Don't ever change," she added softly.
She didn't drink often, but Morgana felt she could use a little 'pick me up' at that moment, so she too swallowed a large gulp of the wine. Couldn't get drunk though. She did have a charade to keep up when she inevitably returned to Camelot. Hopefully on her own if all went to plan.
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Setting: Cenred's Castle
Tag: Cenred
Timeline: The Castle of Fyrien
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DON'T TRUST THE STARS,
FOR THEY WILL CONTROL YOU.
ABOUT . STORY . RULES . CANONS . FAQ . ADVERTS
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don't trust the stars is an interactive sailor moon role play with
a twist. the silver millennium is no more, and the powers of those
that once played an active part in the first battle were sealed into
stars, and left to wander the universe. but now, in the twenty-first
century, the stars have collided and fallen to earth. here they will
be discovered by those deemed worthy to possess them, and it is
here that they will once again replay the call for war. but the stars
are ever-changing -- there is no real distinction between good and
evil. sides shift as chaos corrupts and abandons stars, disrupting
the balance between the alliances of silver, gold, and darkness.
chaos is weighing each member of the alliance, seeking the best
of the best to ultimately stand against it in the final battle.
what makes don't trust the stars different from other sailor moon
sites? we offer three sets of senshi, shitennou, shape shifters,
agents and royalty for players to choose from. the more active a
player is, and the more posts accumulated as time goes by, the
more likely a character will evolve in their powers and secure
a place in the neo-crystal kingdom that will one day rule earth.
players decide how things unfold for their characters based on
the multiple options available to them, leading them to make a
final decision as to what fate befalls them. so we are looking for
dedicated role players willing to play a part in a slightly new
take on the sailor moon genre. will that player be you?
HIGH INTERMEDIATE ---- AU ---- 400 WORD MINIMUM
fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight /
alone against my darkest fear, but i sense my friends are near
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Post by mysery on May 22, 2011 9:15:11 GMT -5
 "It is so much easier to tell the character of a person by the blood on their hands," Morgana commented idly, watching as the man before her washed his hands while she leaned around a tree. She wasn't one for spying on people, and she hadn't been exactly spying. She had taken a walk to clear her head, and the trickling of the water had been strangely soothing. So, she'd taken a seat beside one of the bigger trees that lined the banks and let her mind wander. Then she'd heard someone splashing with the water nearby and she'd looked around to investigate.
Blood hadn't been an uncommon occurrance in the last few months of her life.
She'd seen plenty of people cut down. Those who pried when they shouldn't, those who didn't know how to take a hint and, of course, any of the Camelot patrols that got a little too close for comfort to them all. Now Morgana knew precisely how it felt to be hunted. "It's just a pity the blood washes off so easily," she added, realising she'd stopped mid-sentence. And she meant her words. It would be easy to tell what someone was like by the blood on their hands. A man who wore it shamelessly wasn't neccessarily evil. And a man who had clean hands wasn't necessarily innocent. Uther Pendragon being a prime example.
His hands were clean, washed everyday and perfect. The hands of a King. But he was a ruthless killer who slaughtered old and young alike because of his own fanatical obsession with driving out magic. And that was all it was. Reason had long fled Uther's mind when it came to magic, she understood now. Which was why she and Morgause would do everything in their power to destroy him.
And the guards, the men who had sworn fealty to her sister as a priestess and protected them both had more honour in their little fingers.
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Setting: The Forests of Albion
Tag: Bhaltair Donovan
Timeline: Between Series 2 & 3
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Post by mysery on May 22, 2011 6:33:11 GMT -5
So I was watching series 2 of Merlin the other day and when I watched ep 12 I almost cried (once again). It's just such a heartbreaking scene that I had to make something for it...
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Post by mysery on May 17, 2011 6:51:17 GMT -5
It wasnt until Morgana herself laid eyes on the very much alive, and very much healing Prince that she stopped fretting and bursting into tears at the slightest provocation. Her dreams had been so vivid, so lifelike that it had sent her flying down the halls and out of the castle to beg her adoptive brother not to go. To not fight this beast. But, with Arthur being Arthur, and Uther being Uther, there had been no stopping him. And he had been brought back, half dead, just as Morgana had seen him in her dreams. That was when she nearly broke.
For she knew what came next. She'd seen this, and then she had seen him actually dead. Arthur couldnt die. She wouldnt allow it. Guievere had been witness to her violent reactions in those few days, and she had already set about apologising for it to her handmaiden. She had just been so worried. But Arthur was on the mend again, and she'd heard that Merlin and Gaius had just returned from somewhere. Something in her gut told Morgana there was more to this than anyone thought.
So, she now found herself standing outside the old physician's chambers, wringing her hands in her shawl as she worked up the courage to knock on the door. What would she say? She had no idea. Finally, she just lifted her hand and knocked, her mind still blank. She would simply take it as it comes.
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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 May 17, 2011 3:30:37 GMT -5
 The crispness of the early morning air was refrshing for Morgana. Morgause still didn't like her over taxing herself, though her poisoning at the hand of her so called 'friend' had been weeks ago and she had made a full recovery. Her sister had told her the few details Morgana herself couldn't remember, but it hadn't changed anything. Merlin had tried to kill her, poison her right there in the throne room of Camelot. What was worse was that he had decieved her. Clearly he hadn't drank from the wineskin he had handed her, which meant he had fully intended to kill her. So much for friendship.
Turning her mind from those thoughts, which so far had only ever managed to anger Morgana when she contemplated them, the dark haired young woman brushed her fingertips over the petals of the flower before her. She didn't know what it was. Besides recieving them, flowers and learning of the plants had never really been her forte. She'd been more interested in the swords Arthur had generally refused to let her near. He was afraid, though he'd never admit it, that she'd best him yet again. A small smile made its way over her features as she thought back to their childhood. Heaven forbid whatever Arthur would have turned out like if she hadn't been around to annoy him. It was in everyone's best interests that she had been there to ensure his head didn't get too big. Or that he turned into Uther.
Her smile faded as thoughts of the King entered her mind. Morgause had also told her that she had failed in killing him. Morgana, despite her sisters words, felt responsible. If she hadn't drank the poison Merlin had handed her, Uther would be dead. Even she could see that Merlin and Arthur would have faded fast and Morgause had been just beyond the doors. Everything would have worked out. But no. He had escaped his fate yet again.
Morgana was pulled rather suddenly into the present when somebody approached her sanctuary.
”Milady!” She turned to see two guards approaching with a young woman between them. She seemed vaguely familiar, but Morgana couldn't pull a name from her mind. But this must have been the one Morgause had been telling her about. She wanted Morgana to know more about herbs and plants, as they would be a large part of her magic, so she was going to enlist some help. It would seem the help had arrived.
"Leave us," Morgana instructed the guards, knowing they wouldn't go too far. They were to protect them after all. Once the men had bowed, and retreated from their sight, Morgana approached the young woman. "What is your name?" she asked.
[Not a problem. Hehe, as you can see, it happened to me too!]
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Setting: Forests of Balor
Tag: Lucy Halacre
Timeline: In The Year Between
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Post by mysery on May 11, 2011 20:56:23 GMT -5
How best to word it and not show the weakness that her lack of judgement that day made her feel? If she hadn't stopped Tauren, hadn't felt herself waver in her desire to see Uther dead, the King would have been no more. Warrior he may once have been, now he was just an old man, barely able to wield a sword. "There was inerferrence," Morgana replied finally, taking another drink from her cup. "But I dealt with the party who made that mistake." And dealt with her she had. It hadnt taken long after Uther's bare escape that Morgana had realised the mistake she had made. He wasnt sorry and he hadn't changed.
The lady couldn't help but grin as Cenred agreed with her. Then again, she wouldn't have expected anything different. Escetia and Camelot, Cenred and Uther, had been enemies for as long as she could remember. Uther most certainly never had anything nice to say about the other King. Why should Cenred play the better man then? "I'm sure he would think the same of you, but you lack his biggest fault," she commented, her grin remaining in place. "Uther possesses a great deal of pride, and it will be his downfall. Believe in himself so much does he that he is blind to all else."
"People choose to see what they wish," Morgana countered. "Or what I allow them," she added, giving Cenred a devilish smirk. And didnt those words have a double meaning... "And I thank you for the compliment dear King. All women, whether a pricness or a peasant, likes to hear her beauty is appreciated." Yes, vain it may sound, but Morgana was beyond playing the modest, dutiful little lady. She could look however she so chose now and she would be proud of that. Why should she be modest when for many years others had proclaimed her beautiful? When Uther Pendragon fell, everyone would know it had been her and Morgause that had accomplished it.
"And may he burn on the way down," Morgana added to Cenred's proclaim, lifting her goblet to her lips. She held Cenred's gaze across her own as well.
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Setting: Cenred's Castle
Tag: Cenred
Timeline: The Castle of Fyrien
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Post by mysery on May 5, 2011 21:17:06 GMT -5
 Morgana somewhat wished the thug was still standing so she could belt him for the pain in her wrist. It wasn't anything overly dramatic but it was going to be sore for a few days she could tell. And all because he'd been a coward who thought he could hide behind a woman. Well, he should certainly have learnt his lesson now. If not.... Well maybe shed pay him a visit at a later time to make sure he did.
When her newfound companion amended her order to include himself, and some food, she noted, Morgana glanced at him for a moment as he replied to her almost unasked question. And then her actual one regarding his name.
As expected, he mirrored it. Within Camelots borders she had abandoned her own name when seeking out information. The barkeep had her 'name'. She almost laughed at how safe people assumed themselves to be when they thought they knew the true name of someone. As though, if they knew your name, you'd never dare cross them for fear of them revealing that name to another. Fools.
"My name is Morgan," she replied, finally lowering her hands. "Thank you for stepping in before Gwaine," she added, still trying to place him. His face... She knew it from.... Somewhere. The familiarity of it was fleeting, probably met in passing then, but it was frustrating her that she couldn't identify him in her mind. Maybe he would give her some clues and she could puzzle it out.
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Setting: Camelot - Hills and Countryside's
Tag: Gwaine
Timeline: After Series 3
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Post by mysery on Apr 29, 2011 0:02:20 GMT -5
"It may surprise you to know Cenred, but it has been a long time since I was the loving ward Uther believes me to be," Morgana replied before she tilted her head. "Almost three years in fact," she added, smiling. She hadn't realised it had been so long since her first attempt on Uther's life. "He executed a man for simply being seen with a sorcerer, let along doing magic, and I told him there was blood on his hands that would never wash off. He locked me in the dungeon, so I sought out the sorcerer and contracted him to kill the King." Morgana looked at the remaining liquid in her goblet as she spoke, remembering Gwen's father and Tauren. She'd been a fool for stopping him. "They failed," she finished, taking another sip.
Morgana frowned and chuckled at Cenred's questions. "A stable boy could be a better King than Uther. While even Arthur would be better, he would still not be the ruler Camelot needs," she replied. "Lift the ban he may, but magic users will always walk on eggshells, never knowing what could turn it all back the way it is now. Under my rule, magic users would never have to hide."
"Forbidden fruit does taste the sweetest when stolen from another," Morgana replied, glancing at Cenred with a seductive smile. She had no intention of seducing the King, but if he was trying to unnerve her, it would take more than that. "Then again, who said anything about it being forbidden? I may not be heir through title, but I am an heir nonetheless through blood."
"Power over anyone," the lady mused. She liked the sound of that. "And of course Camelot and Escetia will no longer be enemies once I take the throne," she added, finishing off her goblet just before Cenred refilled it. She gave a small incline of her head in thanks, she did have manners after all. "A toast then," Morgana suggested, lifting her now full goblet into the air. "To our continued usefulness to one another."
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Setting: Cenred's Castle
Tag: Cenred
Timeline: The Castle of Fyrien
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Post by mysery on Apr 28, 2011 1:23:10 GMT -5
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Morgana found a kind of sick satisfaction in the way Arthur stumbled back. Sure, she'd have definitely enjoyed it more if he'd landed on that royal backside of his, but to see the look of pure shock on his face made her feel slightly better about the whole situation. Not that she was going to let him off that easy. If she had her way, she'd lock him in one of the closets or something and refuse to let him out until he apologised. But, as it stood, she'd have to make do with causing him some physical pain.
"Oh you had it coming you obnoxious, down right evil little git!" Morgana growled, her fists clenched by her side. Yes, her hand hurt from where she'd belted him, but there was absolutely no way in hell she was going to give him the satisfaction of seeing that pain. She wished her brush had clobbered him in the head as well, just for the sake of it. Her jaw was clenched as well while her eyes spat fire at Arthur. How she hated him right now!
Feeling tears beginning to prick at her eye, Morgana stalked past him. "Now get out! Get out you vile piece of vermin!" she added, grinding her teeth. "And dont let the door hit you on the way out!" Tossing her hair, Morgana bent and picked up her brush. Now she was glad Guinevère wasnt here. As uncaring as she was of peoples opinions of her, mostly, she didnt want Gwen to have seen what she'd done.
Though part of Morgana prayed Arthur ended up with a black eye or some kind of bruise. And if he did, she would make sure everyone, and when she said that, she honestly meant everyone, knew exactly how the noble Prince Arthur had gotten it.
Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers
Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
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As irritated as she was that this man had stepped into a situation she could handle to rescue her, Morgana was grateful he had been standing there and was well balanced, or she would have ended up on the floor in a rather ungraceful heap. And then she'd probably have slaughtered the thugs on principle. She watched, a sort of sick glee bubbling in her stomach as she watched the brute of a man struggle to draw his final breaths and choke on his own blood. Never mind that her hood had fallen off, or that her rescuer was still holding on to her. She wanted to see the light fade from the mans eyes even as he realised that he was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it.
When the man went down, hard, and remained there bleeding before slipping into unconciousness, she finally came back to the situation at hand and that she was being led to a table and helped into a seat. Morgana heard the remaining man's words and smirked. It wasnt a lesson he would get a chance to relearn if he didnt get help soon. Not that she would help him. The scum didnt deserve it.
For the first time, Morgana really looked at her rescuer. And immediately something in her mind flared in recognition. But from where? She stared at him even as he spoke, but she didnt reply as she searched her mind. Where, where, where had she seen him before? But she was drawing a blank. Finally conceeding defeat with her memory, she blinked a few times before nodding. "I'm fine," she replied, glancing down and touching her wrist softly. It was throbbing a little and would bruise, she knew, but nothing that wouldnt heal in a few days. She smirked for a moment as he mentioned the man before she looked to the barkeep.
"Just a tankard of ale for now," Morgana said before she paused. "Please," she added a moment later before looking to her rescuer, realising she didnt even know his name. "Who are you?"
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Setting: Camelot - Hills and Countryside's
Tag: Gwaine
Timeline: After Series 3
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