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Post by mysery on Mar 30, 2011 7:03:10 GMT -5
 Morgana tried not to let her eagerness to hear the answers to her questions show too much on her face. Ever since Mordred's appearance in Camelot, she had spent more and more time considering what she had said to Merlin. There was no way for him to know at that time she had been thinking of herself. Now he did and she knew she'd drive herself mad if she hadnt told someone. As such though, there was nowhere in Camelot for her to learn anything about what was happening to her. No old teachers to impart their knowledge, or show the way of anything magic related. Uther had made sure of that.
These thoughts filtered through her head quicker than a flash and she refocused on Catalina's reply. Eight years old? Such a young age, but then, from what she had seen so far, the Druid's raised their young on magic. It was everywhere and in everything for them. Still, to begin practicing at such a young age was a surprise for Morgana.
"Very little I'm afraid," she replied with a shake of her head and a sad smile. "In most of my experiences the magic has been used to hurt.... to harm others," she added, thinking over some of the evil beings who had come to Camelot for whatever reasons. The young woman was grateful that Catalina seemed just genuinely curious. She wanted to simply be here. She didnt want to be treated for what Uther had done. The whisper was so soft from Catalina that Morgana almost missed it, however she didnt miss the product of it. The rose was gorgeous, flawless even. That such wonder could be created with a few syllables astounded Morgana.
She was tempted to reply to what the other woman said, but Morgana didnt have the strength to defend Uther. She didnt understand it either. "It's beautiful," she breathed, not quite sure whether she was simply talking about the flower or magic in general. She then smiled. "I've never really seen it performed before me like this. Thank you."
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Setting: The Druid Camp
Tag: Catalina Regalis
Timeline: During 'The Nightmare Begins
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Post by mysery on Mar 30, 2011 3:32:32 GMT -5
 Morgana did not like this. She did not like the knowledge that there may be a magical ally for, at least Guinevère, within the walls of Camelot. Nevermind if he had been an old man who may not even practice magic anymore. The fact he had been willing to put himself on the line for her maidservant didnt sit well with Morgana at all. Her plan was ruined by his stupid intereferrence. She had to find out who he was and let Morgause know. She could take care of the old badger who called him 'Dragoon the Great'.
First stop, Arthur's chambers. Even if the old codger had escaped, surely the Prince had to know something about him. Something that would help Morgause track him down. He may not even realise what he knew could help do so. With a smile to herself, Morgana donned her robe and headed for the Prince's rooms.
She'd seen Guinevère off for the night and had given it some time before deciding to visit her beloved, if not unknowing, brother. The day Morgana revealed Uther's treachery to Arthur she would relish the look on his face. If his reaction to the death of his mother, though subdued thanks to Merlin, had been any indicator, this one would be just as eventful. The lady practically cackled in glee at the thought.
Approaching her brother's chamber door, Morgana went to open it when she heard a voice inside and paused. So Gwen hadnt gone home like she'd thought. Interesting. Now what to do....
Smiling a little wider, Morgana lifted her hand and knocked steadily on the wooden door.
Setting: Camelot Castle, Arthur's Chamber
Tag: Guinevère and Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: The End of 'Queen of Hearts'
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Post by mysery on Mar 29, 2011 9:12:13 GMT -5
First of all, I want to say a huge congratulations to everyone!! I reckon these OTM's are a brilliant idea and Im always excited to see what funny or interesting things pop up. *Looks at the quote* Hehe, like that.
I really am honoured to be chosen for MOTM considering I have only been here just over a month.  Im so glad that myself and my Morgana have fit right in here and everyone has been so great! Haha, as Arthur mentioned, the dreaded curse has been broken and shall remain that way!! Yay!! Im loving my threads with everyone and thank you so much for making me feel so welcome!! You are all awesomesauce!
Guinevère & Gwaine your thread is just so sweet!! Gwaine being all charming and Gwen being the lovely, yet unavaliable, maiden! Its got me all grinning and 'awww'ing all over the place! Congrats! It really is a great thread!
Lucy I dont want to know where that idea came from, but girl you have some real skills!! Haha. It's so random, but so funny and legitimate too. As far as names go, I am so going to call my next pet Princuss Abooba!! |
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Post by mysery on Mar 29, 2011 7:46:13 GMT -5
"And of course no warning can be given. No advisement. Women, children and men alike are marched to the executioner without even a word of caution," Morgana replied, her voice cold and hard. "Strike first, ask questions later. That has always been your way though hasnt it father?" She too felt her anger growing at the man before her. He hated the world for taking something from him, when he knew a price would have to be paid.
Oh yes, Morgause had told her of that which had caused the Great Purge. Her darling half brother's birth. Rather than accept his loss, or even try to understand what had happened, he had grown angry and resentful and destroyed anything with magic to try and make up for it. No amount of killing would bring Ygraine Pendragon back to life. And now it seemed Uther knew not how to live without his hatred. Vindictive man.
"Was it not you who taught us to stamp out those who oppose us father?" she countered as he tried to pre-empt her next words. She used the word 'us' very deliberately too. She had been raised alongside Arthur had she not? Had Uther not instilled in them both, unconciously or not, the same values? Whether he wanted to admit it or not, she was part of this family now, though she despised them for it.
"And the hipocricy I speak of is not the killing of innocent," Morgana added before her face turned hard; cold. "You profess your hatred of magic to anyone within earshot and constantly speak of its supposed evils, yet you would take it up like a sword before you if it served your purposes. You condemn others for using it to heal those they care about, yet would force the closest thing you have to friend to commit treason because you are selfish!" She paused for a moment to smirk. "Oh yes. I know of the means through which my life was saved. Gaius didnt deserve that."
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Post by mysery on Mar 29, 2011 7:34:25 GMT -5
Even though he stood taller than her, Arthur didn't intimidate Morgana one little bit with his crossed arms, huffy attitude and vehement denials. He was about as intimidating as a fluffy catterpillar in her eyes. Correction; a fluffy rat. There was nothing cute or attractive about Arthur at all. Not one little thing. Especially not when he couldnt keep that stupid smile off his stupid face! "Gentlemen also fill out there armor, something else you dont do," she countered the prince with a smirk, turning away from him and towards the bed. Twelve years old and she already had him pegged.
That look on his face for a few moments had been worth it though. If he'd gotten anymore horrified, his face looked like it was going to forever be stuck that way. Wouldn't that be a treat! King Uther would have made him explain and he'd have had to admit he was teasing her. One thing she liked about the King. He was protective of her. Even Arthur could rarely get away with stirring her up in his presence. Morgana felt herself smile as she relished those thoughts.
"If you're not going to be of any use here with my hair, you could go and fetch me some supper," the very young lady said out loud, knowing Arthur would protest. He was a prat wasnt he? So full of himself. She doubted he'd even ever set foot in the kitchens before. Stupid prince.
She was trying her very hardest to forget the fact she had no eyebrows. Part of her thought she was succeeding too.
Setting: Camelot Castle, Morgana's Chambers
Tiimeline: Many years earlier, Morgana is about twelve years old
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
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Post by mysery on Mar 29, 2011 7:05:47 GMT -5
Morgana smiled when Arthur nodded to her words. It wasn't easy being Crown Prince of Camelot, she knew from the strain and decisions she had seen Arthur deal with over the last few years. He took his role very seriously, even if some didnt think so from his outward appearance. And he also took his role as a friend seriously. He wouldn't be there in Ealdor, teaching peasants to fight for their freedom if he didnt. She was glad she could bring him some measure of comfort during this turmoil.
"And Ealdor has done right ridding themselves of the scum," Morgana replied emphatically. She didnt often cruse, but Kanen and his vile band of thugs deserved the title. They had hurt Hunith, Merlin's mother, killed a man in cold blood, and attacked a village for its harvest time and again. No excuse existed for these crimes. At least, none in her mind. Perhaps she was too decicive, perhaps not. Either way, Kanen had been run through and Ealdor was free. That was all that matter now. "We would rather die fighting than to see our families slaughtered and our homes destroyed," the lady said, her words strong. She spoke not just for Ealdor, but Camelot as well. Morgana would pick up a sword and fight to the death anyone who tried to hurt Arthur. Just as the women here had for their lives and families. She didnt miss the fact Arthur was holding back on her, but pushing the Prince, Morgana had learned, never ended the way you wanted it to. Best to let him tell his story in his own time.
When he smiled, honestly smile again, Morgana felt better for him even as he spoke. "So does this mean you have learned that I am not to be trifled with?" she teased, her own grin answering his smile. But her question about the wind seemed to have troubled him even more. So it had been what was bothering him. She had suspected as much. What had been exchanged in the small house, she did not know, but it had clearly affected Arthur deeply.
She considered how to reply to his question for a moment before opening her mouth. "If it was out of the ordinary, it could not have come at a better time," she replied honestly. Morgana had felt a brief moment of sadness and panic when she had realised the bandits were gaining the upper hand. Even with the women added to their numbers, the thugs had still been slowly beating them back. Magic or not,that wind had aided their victory and she could not honestly fault whoever it had been that had conjured it. Her thoughts on magic and it's ambiguity had only been srengthened of late, what with Mordred's appearance and eventual escape from Camelot, and everything else.
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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 Mar 29, 2011 6:44:31 GMT -5
Morgana hesitated for but a moment, and that was more a moment to realise the young woman had spoken, before she approached her and took the seat she offered. A very small part of Morgana still worried over magic, but it was quickly stamped out by her curiosity. Never had she met a person who could show it to her without fear of repercussions. A million questions ran through her mind as she listened to the woman talk and finally give her name. She herself had wondered about magic.
"Please no," she said hurriedly, shaking her head. "There is no need to apologise. I am the Lad-" Morgana cut herself off as she considered her name. She didnt want to be held above these people. These innocent people who had helped her. "I am Morgana," she finished finally. She didnt need that title here. "It's nice to meet you Catalina," the dark haired young woman added, smiling. A new friend, or at least she hoped so, was a good start but Morgana had to hold herself in check to not bombard this young woman with questions about her magic.
So, she started off small. "How long have you been doing magic?" she asked softly, glancing at where the herb had sprouted up. If herbs could be grown, could crops? Could magic be used to enhance farming and prevent poverty amongst the people? If so, how could Uther honestly say it was evil.
The only person she had discussed anything to do with magic with had been Merlin, yet even he seemed unknowledgable in most regards. That was why she was here; to gain some kind of insight into her gifts and hopefully learn to control them. It was too dangerous for her to remain in Camelot when she could kill somebody by accident with a stray thought. Morgana feared this and herself for what she was becoming.
She did need help.
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Setting: The Druid Camp
Tag: Catalina Regalis
Timeline: During 'The Nightmare Begins
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Post by mysery on Mar 29, 2011 6:34:02 GMT -5
 "As much as seeing Arthur in agony would please me, the anguish and pain on Uther's face upon hearing of his death would please me more," Morgana replied, a cold smirk on her face as she swirled the liquid in her goblet. She let out a calculated laugh as Cenred looked at her disapprovingly and questions if she agree'd or not. "By all means, torment him. But dont drag it out. One thing I've learnt is that when you poke the bear, be prepared to finish it off or it's your head instead," she countered, giving him a pointed look.
"Arthur is stubborn on a good day and bloody minded on a bad," the dark haired female mused. She knew Arthur perhaps better than anyone, even his own father. She grinned when Cenred relented. She'd prefer it be done now, but it seemed Cenred too has his stubborn streak. Men. If anything, Morgana trusted Cenred even less than he must trust her. She knew Morgause was the only person in the world she could wholly trust now.
"No I did not," Morgana conceeded. "But its a nicer alternative to sitting here and glaring at one another, don't you think?" she chuckled and raised an eyebrow as Cenred pointed out her hesitation to drink. "Forgive me for not believing you, but I had to learn that lesson the hard way," she replied as she lowered the goblet from her lips, clearly not meaning a word. That statement brought up memories of Merlin and his deception. So concerned he'd seemed even as he poisoned her. She'd looked at him in horror and he'd just remained silent as she choked on her breath. Her trust in him had been shattered that day.
At least with Cenred, she conceeded, there was no pretense. They knew they hated one another and they made no secret of it. Simplicity, how refreshing it was. "If you drooled over her any more you were going to start a puddle growing."
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Setting: Cenred's Castle
Tag: Cenred
Timeline: The Castle of Fyrien
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Post by mysery on Mar 29, 2011 6:13:57 GMT -5
Morgana allowed Yassia to speak and she nodded. She would conceed that sometimes offering help wasnt in a kingdoms best interests, but that help could be given in such a variety of ways that Morgana did not really see that as an excuse. Uther had not needed to march into Escetia and de-throne Cenred to help Ealdor. Just sending a few men in plain clothes with Arthur would have sufficed. But no. They had instead been forced to travel there under Uther's nose and battle with what few people Ealdor had. The former King hadn't been happy about that but Morgana hadn't cared. She still didn't. They had helped when Uther refused to. "It is a tricky situation," Morgana conceeded finally as they walked with respect to Yassia's situation.
"Then you should again advise the scouts on the best course of action regarding those you wish to approach," Morgana continued, looking across at Yassia as the strolled side by side. "You know them best and thus can inform them of the right places to make inquiries," she added, a smile on her face. If anything, these tasks would help keep Yassia busy, and her mind somewhat off her Uncle while Morgana deciphered what to do with the pair of them should her plan not work.
The Queen could see Yassia's mind working. She hadnt believed the girl would swear fealty to her immediately, hence her careful wording on the subject, and she expected some hesitation, hence these tasks for her. Morgana had other things to consider and couldn't waste time on a young woman with nothing to do. So, she would give her something.
When the ex-princess was finished speaking, Morgana took in a breath and released it as a sigh. "Very well then. If that is all you can give than I must accept that," she countered with a smile and an almost shrug of her shoulders. "Thank you for taking it under advisement though," Morgana added as they turned a corner. She knew the scouts were set up in chambers just ahead so it seemed their journey was coming to an end for the moment. "We are almost here."
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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 Mar 29, 2011 5:58:15 GMT -5
 Morgana's concious mind returned to her in a slow haze as her eyes opened; details flittering about inside her skull, trying to fit themselves together into a puzzle that was so far making very little sense to the young woman. For one thing, she had a blistering headache. Like someone had taken to her head with a candlestick and had been none too gentle about it. If Arthur had done something to her, she was going to lock him in the armory. Again. On the heels of that thought was pain as she tried to recall where Arthur was supposed to be this time of day. Training with the knights? Perhaps...
Glancing up from her seat and finally taking stock of her surroundings, Morgana suddenly realised something was very, very wrong. Those men by the doors wore colours she didn't recognise. Black and red.... a red tree.... They weren't Camelot's colours. Yet as she examined the room, she recognised it. Uther's throne and meeting chamber. Unconciously, her hands gripped the armrests beneath them and her eyes darted around.
Had Camelot fallen to an attack? And if so, why the hell couldn't she remember it?
Another thing then came to Morgana's attention as she shifted her head. Her head felt heavy, like their was a weight upon it. Remarkable wasnt it how a persons mind would only allow them to digest certain things at a time rather than overload the senses... Perhaps if her mind wasnt so cautious she'd have realised she wore a crown the moment her eyes had opened. Still as a statue she sat, letting these revelations sink in.
Where was Arthur? And Uther? And Gwen? Swallowing, Morgana stood from what she realised in horror was the throne, and swept towards the doors. She had to find somebody who could tell her what was going on...
"Your majesty?" Morgana's heart froze in her chest when one of the guards spoke up. They were clearly addressing her. What did she say? Oh god she couldnt think! Turning hesitantly, she prayed her face remained schooled and she called on every lesson she'd ever recieved and focused on the guard. She didnt recognise him. Where were Camelot's guards, the faces she had grown up seeing? Another wave of panic swept over her.
"Yes?" she replied, keeping her gaze and voice steady.
"Are you alright?"
Was she that transparent? Majesty.... Queen.... crown.... oh god! They thought she was Queen? Summoning up what she could of her nerve, she looked the man in the eye. She had to keep up whatever pretense they had going for now until she could get her bearings.
"I am fine. I will be returning to my chambers now," Morgana said head held high. That was it. Bluff. It might keep her alive for now. "Make sure I am not disturbed," she added a moment later. The man inclined his head in acknowledgement before Morgana got out of the throne room as quickly as she could. Her feet took her swiftly to her chambers where she entered and shut the door behind her. Making sure to lock it, she lent against the wood and pulled the crown from her head.
Queen Ygraine's crown.
She hadn't seen this since she was a child.
Lost as she was in her thoughts and her mind as it tried to piece everything together, Morgana failed to notice she wasn't in fact alone in her chambers.
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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 Mar 28, 2011 19:37:01 GMT -5
 Morgana kept her eyes closed for the longest time, a small part of her fearing the look on Arthur's face and his reaction once she finished speaking. She didnt think Arthur was cruel. For all her needling, he was a good man for the most part. But Morgana had been hurt and was feeling lowly at this moment. Against her better judgement, she couldnt help worrying about how the Prince thought of her now. What made it worse was that, looking back on it, Morgana wasnt sure if she had done anything to bring this on herself. She thought she had been perfectly civil to the new Knights, but on more than one occassion she had been known to come across as abrasive. Had she done something to offend him?
As such were the troubled thoughts of an embarrassed young woman. She couldn't help it and Morgana somewhat wished she could hide away for a good deal of time right now. Would Bowen own up to it if he was called out? Or would he charm his way out of it like he had everything else?
Feeling Arhur leave his seat on her bed, Morgana realised she had been holding her breath, waiting to see what he would do. For now it seemed he was merely pacing. Arthur only did that when he was mad or thinking. Which was it now? The smashing of the vase snapped her eyes open and she jumped, startled at the shattering of the glass. Her eyes immediately glanced at the mess, then at Arthur, who was pacing once more. Anger it was then, she concluded as he cursed. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the fallen flowers before she looked away from them once more. In hindsight, she should have known Arthur would have gotten mad over this slight towards her. He, as Prince, a Knight and man, held honour in high regard and, maliciously or not, Bowen had called hers into question.
Needing to do something, Morgana slid from the bed and padded over, barefoot, to her brother. He was once more pacing, but she didnt care. She stepped right into his path and wrapped her arms around him. Perhaps it was for his comfort, perhaps it was for hers. Who knew and who cared.
She wanted a hug.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: Mid Series 1
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Post by mysery on Mar 28, 2011 6:11:30 GMT -5
 Guinevère really was a gift and Morgana often gave her thanks for having such a friend. She didnt care if the other nobles mistreated their servants or thought they were lowly and beneath them. Gwen was her friend and that was all that mattered to Morgana. If it was within her power, Morgana would do anything for Gwen. The lady was quiet for a few minutes, just contently sitting while Gwen continued brushing her hair. This was an almost daily ritual for them and it helped her feel at peace after one of her nightmares.
She smiled as Gwen spoke about Sir Leon. They crossed paths every now and then, and he was kind, she had noticed, to everyone. For a knight, he had the temperament of a normal man and from what she had seen, tried to never mistreat anyone. So it wasnt hard to imagine Guinevère and Leon growing up around one another. "I am glad you and Leon can still see one another," Morgana replied, picking softly at the flower in her hand.
"Hmm I should like to meet him," Morgana mused, a sly smile playing upon her lips. Well this was as good an opportunity as any to help Guinevère and Merlin cross paths. She'd have to keep a watchful eye on them, as she teased Arthur of course. If Gwen was interested in Merlin, Morgana couldn't be happier for her friend.... provided he was a good man. He had saved Arthur's life, but she would not tolerate anybody mistreating Gwen.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Guinevère
Timeline: During 'Valiant'
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Post by mysery on Mar 27, 2011 23:21:35 GMT -5
She knew the moment the words had left her lips that Arthur would latch onto them and want to know the whole story. And she'd have little choice but to tell him if she didnt want the entirety of the castle to appear looking for them. Morgana felt the bed incline just a little as Arthur took a seat upon it but she stoutly kept her eyes down and looking at the sheets below her. It had been years since she'd cried like this. Since she'd been so upset by what someone had said about her, but she had honestly like Sir Bowen. And not like she had Knight Valiant that time. He had been alright, but a part of her hadnt liked him from the beginning. And he'd tried to kill Arthur, the sneaky bastard. She'd been glad when Arthur had run him through.
Morgana was brought forth from her turmoltuous thoughts when Arthur took her chin and made her look at him. So much for avoiding that little task. He once again asked what had happened and Morgana sighed. She might as well tell him. Glancing at her vanity once more, she gestured to the vase of flowers with her hand. "Sir Bowen gave them to me," she explained, her eyes tearing up a little. She hated herself even more for not being able to look at them without crying all over again. A sniffle worked its way out of her before she steeled herself and pushed on. She needed to get it all out before she broke down.
"He was nice to me, charming and sweet. He won you over," Morgana explained, her voice hurried lest tears decide to interfere."I..I liked him Arthur. From the start. He seemed like everything a knight should be. He gave me those yesterday and I thought Id go down and watch the training today so I gave Gwen the day off but when I got down there he was talking to Lord Nigen and I didnt want to interrupt so I waited outside the tent. I heard him talking to Nigen..and they were talking about me...About how they didnt think it was a woman's place to stand beside the King and Prince...."
Morgana trailed off for a moment to catch her breath before she pushed on. "Bowen told him about how he was going to charm me and prove that I was nothing more than a common wh-hore, out for all I could get. How easy it would be to bed me for the price of some scraps. They laughed Arthur. They laughed at me..." she said, looking at her brother and imploring him not to do the same before she tilted her head back to rest against the headboard of the bed.
"I feel like such a fool," escaped her lips in a whisper as she closed her eyes a few tears slipped down her cheeks.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: Mid Series 1
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Sir Bowen Drachnea Twenty Two -- Camelot Knight -- Soon to be Deceased -- NPC -- James Franco As all Knights are expected to be, Bowen Drachnea was born the third son of Lord Harold Drachnea and was, quite literally, the middle child. As such, he was rather forgotten when it came time to take stock of the family. His older brother, Daine, was heir apparant and brought up to be their father's image and excelled in politics. Nathaniel, the youngest brother, was the creative one, with a perchant for creating weaponry. That didnt leave much for Bowen in the middle, so he carved out his piece with those weapons and grew quite skilled.
In his twenty-second year he travelled to Camelot with the Lord Nigen, and the sons of Lord DeLayne, all four of them, in the hopes of being accepted into the Knights of the kingdom. Bowen had vowed he would not leave the city until he had accomplished this, but there was no need, as he charmed nearly everyone he met and proved himself quite skilled and worthy. He was knighted a few days later.
Bowen however was not really the smooth talker everyone percieved him to be. Behind closed doors, he has quite a vindictive personality and doesnt think much of women in general. By all means he is charming when he needs to be, but actually holds a rather low opinion of women in general, often referring to them in demeaning terms when with other men.
He was offended by the Lady Morgana's status and reverence when he came to Camelot and was thus inspired to prove to everyone that she was no better than the common whore's in the lower town and bragged about this plan to Lord Nigen, who hadn't been knighted. Unbeknownst to the Knight, Lady Morgana was actually quite enamoured with him and overheard this conversation.
Now her distress has been discovered by Prince Arthur, as well as the reason for it, and Sir Bowen had better watch his back for if there is one thing the Prince will not tolerate, it is the degredation of his beloved adoptive sister...
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Post by mysery on Mar 27, 2011 12:14:29 GMT -5
Morgana knew she had to be at the feast tonight. King Uther expected it of her. But for the life of her, she couldn't bring herself to get off her bed and dress for it. She knew he would be there and, while he had no idea she had heard him, to look the snake in the face would bring about one of two things. Either she'd stab him with a dinner knife or start crying again. Neither were particularly positive looking at that moment. All she wanted was to curl up and go to sleep, to forget.
Were the heavens laughing at her? Surely they must be, because at that very moment, her chamber doors opened and in waltzed Arthur. Of all the people... She had seen Bowen charm even Arthur in the past few days. Seemed he was slipperier than a snake. Hastily she wiped her eyes and turned her head away, but it was too late. His footsteps faltered. He'd seen her crying. Damn. Could she play it off as something else? Unlikely. A downfall to having even an adoptive brother. The bastards learned what made you tick. Arthur had to know it wasnt something petty to upset her like this.
Morgana considered, for a moment, just brushing it off but Arthur was a stubborn as her and she didnt want to fight him right now. When he asked what happened, she had to consider what to say. In no way would she lie, Bowen didnt deserve such, but she knew she'd come across a fool. It was embarrassing enough for her to know it let alone Arthur. "I feel like I've been played for a fool," was out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Thank you feelings. Wiping her eyes once more, her hands settled in her lap where she looked at them. She couldnt even look Arthur in the eye.
Then her thoughts turned to horror. What if he laughed at her? She liked to think she had a thick skin when it came to barbs, one had to with Arthur around, but would he laugh at her? She prayed not. She couldnt take any more right now.
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: Mid Series 1
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Post by mysery on Mar 27, 2011 12:02:00 GMT -5
Algain had suggested walking around the Druid camp while she recovered. To also keep her occupied while he tended to other matters. Strangely enough, Morgana felt..... oddly at home in the camp. She had tasted true terror when those sekets had surrounded her while her vision darkened last nigh. Fear for her life had gripped her and, if not for Algain, she knew she would have perished. So she owed him a debt of gratitude, yet this felt deeper. Like a part of her had found a place here among these Druids.
Uther had spent most of her life in Camelot preaching about the Druids and their desire to see him fall, yet Morgana saw none of this treachery around her. They were peaceful. Stoking a fire, weaving fabric, cleaning boots. How could something so peaceful be bad? And they had saved her life. Even they had to know her identity, yet they risked themselves to help her. Those weren't the actions of an evil people. She had spoken, briefly, with Algain about her burgeoning powers and their meaning, and she had spent some time with Mordred while she rested.
It was good to see the boy again after so long and to know that he was doing well. The fear she had felt for him during those days in Camelot had put her at odds with the King, perhaps the most opposing she had ever been with her guardian, but one look at his smile and she felt it had all been worth it. Silently she had thanked Gwen, Merlin and Arthur all over again for helping her get him beyond Uther's reach.
Without realising it, Morgana had wandered right over to someone and was only broken from her thoughts when said person cast what she assumed to be a spell and a herb sprouted from the ground. Her eyes widened momentarily in surprise, but then she concluded, why shouldnt they use magic? They had gifts, and Uther wasnt standing over their shoulder with a watchful eye. It was different here. A good different.
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Setting: The Druid Camp
Tag: Catalina Regalis
Timeline: During 'The Nightmare Begins
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Post by mysery on Mar 27, 2011 10:30:43 GMT -5
Humiliation. Utter and sheer humiliation wasn't something Morgana was accustomed to feeling. As a Lady, and, more notably though not exactly, the Lady of Camelot, Morgana was rarely somebody anyone went out of their way to humiliate or embarrass in any fashion. But it was a part of life and seemed to be something that not even she could avoid. Thus Morgana found herself sitting on her bed, crying, her legs curved up under her with the skirt of her dress splayed about and she was wringing her hands in the fabric like a nervous child.
She was neither a child, nor was she nervous. Morgana was upset and she absolutely hated it. Hated herself for feeling it, and hated just feeling it in general. So what, pray tell, had the lady so upset?
It had started a few days ago. A band of men had come to Camelot from the outer edges of the kingdom, all the noblemen's sons of course, to try their hand at becoming one of the Knights of Camelot. Morgana often went down with Gwen to see some of the training and testing Arthur put them through, and this time had been no exception.
There she had met the now knighted Sir Bowen. He'd been charming, kind, noble. Everything one would think a knight to be. Morgana had liked him from the start. Now she felt like a fool. Glancing at her vanity, Morgana felt more tears well up. Those flowers had been from Sir Bowen. Now they mocked her. Just like he had...
Down to the training ground she'd gone, sneakily, to watch, where she'd overheard Sir Bowen talking with Lord Nigan, one who hadnt suceeded in being knighted. Too.... soft was how Arthur had put it. What she'd overheard had had the Lady running back to her room, barely keeping from crying all the way.
She really was a fool for believing he could be what she thought...
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Setting: Camelot Castle
Tag: Arthur Pendragon
Timeline: Mid Series 1
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Post by mysery on Mar 26, 2011 23:56:54 GMT -5
Again photoshop has been stealing all my attention and after finding screencaps of the deleted scenes and such online I couldnt help myself. I give you... Morgana!! (Again)
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Post by mysery on Mar 26, 2011 22:01:11 GMT -5
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Post by mysery on Mar 25, 2011 22:00:08 GMT -5
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Im so glad that myself and my Morgana have fit right in here and everyone has been so great! Haha, as Arthur mentioned, the dreaded curse has been broken and shall remain that way!! Yay!! Im loving my threads with everyone and thank you so much for making me feel so welcome!! You are all awesomesauce!
