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Post by Catalina Regalis on Mar 21, 2011 12:54:36 GMT -5
 We're all someone's daughter, we're all someone's son
Dealing with soldiers was never a pretty thing and while they were druids who had magic at their beck n call, they were peaceful and didn’t wish to shed the blood of others. Why couldn’t Uther’s men just leave them alone? They did nothing to disturb him and yet the guards still came, seeking to further estrange magic from his Kingdom but such a feat truly was not possible. Uther wished to rid himself of magic completely but magic was all around whether he liked it or not and it would outlive both him and his reign. Catalina’s warning was taken in stride, no one panicked though there was definitely a feel of fear in tension in the air. Her fear for her sister was palpable given that she had been in Camelot. What had alerted these men to their whereabouts? Had they followed her sister or had they been on their trail? It was hard to say and wondering on such things would not get the camp packed up any sooner. Her heart beat quickly as she ran over to a small tent that her sister shared with her husband and infant son. With Samara gone, Catalina took it upon herself to care for her nephew since the infant’s father was busy helping pack things up.
She took the infant in her arms and tried to soothe him as he began to cry, not appreciating being woken from his nap. She hushed the infant and wrapped him in a blanket securely before heading back outside. At this point the blonde haired druidess noticed someone who was not of her people, a stranger in their midst. She immediately tensed up for this stranger was near her Uncle and she was very protective of the old man. Not that it was actually necessary since Aldriv was more than capable of handling himself but the fear of someone seeking to kill their leader, her uncle was enough to make her want to cast a spell to incapacitate the stranger until they found out what he wanted. She had moved closer in time to hear him saying about how the Knights weren’t far behind. Wait… Knights?! She had seen men dressed in armor with swords that would be used to murder them all, she had thought them to be simple soldiers not Knights. Her heart sunk low as she kissed her nephew on the forehead, his deep blue eyes staring at her curiously, wondering what she was so upset about even at his young age.
If Aldriv was surprised by Alistair’s appearance, he didn’t show it. He took what Alistair said with a nod and looked to Catalina for a moment, his eyes betraying the fear he seemed to feel for his other niece, as her whereabouts were still unknown. It took a lot for her Uncle to feel fear, he was the sort that accepted things as they were and taught others to do the same but not when it came to family. Seeing him in such silent torment about broke her heart and she figured that at this point, she had to do something to help her people. She had to do it before her Uncle decided to do it himself. “I’ll hold them off for as long as I can while you get everyone to safety Uncle.” It was dangerous and while she was gifted with magic, there was no telling how long it would be before she was captured or killed but she had to take that risk, aside from her Uncle she was the most gifted and Aldriv was crucial to her people. He wished to argue, she could see that on his face but he figured there was no arguing with her when she had her mind made up. So much like her mother…
Walking over to her Uncle, she handed her nephew over to him with a final kiss on the baby’s forehead. Upon closer inspection of Alistair, the young druidess was convinced that she had seen him before though she wasn’t quite sure that she could remember from where. He had come to warn the druids of the approaching Knights so that had to mean he was on their side. He seemed the warrior sort, which meant that he would hopefully be able to help her with the Knights while the other druids were able to find a new place to hide from those who pursued them. “Will you please help me hold them off?” She didn’t bother to ask for his name because that wasn’t really what was important at that moment; introductions could be saved for later. Had it not been for the rather urgent situation, there’s a chance that Catalina might have recognized Alistair as someone she had known but right now her mind was racing. “Just long enough for them to get away and then we can withdraw.” She would not kill anyone, she refused to shed blood but she could hardly expect the same out of someone else.
“Be safe Catalina,” her Uncle said before turning to help their people finish their quick packing and their move. There was another reason Catalina had chosen to stay behind as well, she couldn’t leave without her sister, she wouldn’t. Samara was another part of the girl and she couldn’t lose her as well. Whether Alistair had agreed to help her or not, Catalina sprinted into the forest in the direction that her people had traveled since Alistair had mentioned the Knights picking up on their tracks. Her mind was racing with the various spells that she knew, protection spells as well as offensive spells. She would need everything she had to survive this and hopefully Alistair was handy with a sword because when it came to physical combat, Catalina was all but useless. One thing was for certain though, Cat wouldn't go down without a fight.
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Post by Catalina Regalis on Mar 21, 2011 1:45:15 GMT -5
 Keep talking but it makes no sense Running running, she always seemed to be running and there were times she didn't even know what she was running from. Not that this was the case of course. She knew why she was running now, to escape a bunch of guards that had accused her of stealing as well as using magic. It wasn't as it seemed but try telling that to a bunch of bored guards that seemed to have nothing better to do than chase off a druidess. She hadn't done anything wrong and yet they pursued her. It was ridiculous, yet another reason she could choose to hate Uther but she didn't, she didn't hate anyone but that didn't mean she liked these persistent bastards who were on her tail. She shouldn't run really, they were simply doing their job but given that one the sentence for using magic within the realms of Camelot was death, getting caught was not a chance she could take.
Her heart raced as she ran, her red cloak billowing behind her like a blood red cloud. She hadn't stolen anything, that went against her creed, so to speak. It was not her fault that she had come across a merchant that had sought to take more than she was willing to give simply because she hadn't had enough money to pay for the supplies that she had been after. She had refused and when he refused to release his grip on her arm, she was forced to use magic, burning his hand so that he released her. She didn't like using such magic, especially to harm others but she had seen no other choice. Of course they didn't blame the merchant for assaulting an innocent young woman, no they turned on her because she had used magic.
So she ran, they yipped at her heels like a bunch of rabid terriers, intent on catching her and taking her to Uther to be tried and killed. She wouldn't give them chance. She was smart, she knew the forest well and the moment her foot touched the soil of the forest, she was within her element. She was a druidess which meant that she was a force to be reckoned and these men didn't know what they were getting into. That being said, perhaps they sensed a soft soul because despite being able to kill them with her magic, she didn't have it in her to do such a thing and she couldn't kill them all at once. She wasn't that powerful...yet.
She knew where her encampment was but she also knew that she couldn't led the guards to where they were, not even for her own safety. If it had just been these guards, it wouldn't make much of a difference but there would be more if these men didn't return and she wouldn't have her people being searched for because of her. No, she had to handle this herself and she would. "ásencan." She said as she looked back, her eyes shimmering gold before the spell took affect on the closest guard to her who had only just grasped the end of her cloak. It happened in an instant, he was chasing her and than suddenly it was as though the ground were quick-sand that he couldn't escape. She could have killed him, allowed the earth to swallow him up but that would be a cruel way to die. So she willed the magic to stop, leaving him stuck in the earth while his fellow guards continued the chase.
She was getting tired now... She needed to find a place to rest to regain her strength.
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Post by Catalina Regalis on Mar 20, 2011 21:37:13 GMT -5
 Never been so many and we've never been so aloneThere had been so much on her mind as she sat there waiting for Arthur to awaken. Would she be sentenced to death for what she had done to the young Prince? A sleeping spell wasn’t really anything too bad but his hair… It would fade over time but the fact that it was bright pink was really hard not to notice. She was almost positive that she had even heard her normally very strict and humorless Uncle chuckle at the sight of the unconscious Prince. He had even made a remark that made her cheeks burn terribly. “No wonder you are still single,” he teased her. She wanted to let him know that it had been an accident but there was no need to explain that, Aldriv knew full well that she wouldn’t do something like that on purpose. It had been a product of her panic as well as her muddled mind that had caused these things to happen. Still…it was rather amusing to see the proud Prince Arthur with pink hair. Oh what a strop he would throw when he awoke, Aldriv was glad he wouldn’t be present when it happened.
Bastian had been taken care of as well, his memory of the whole ordeal had been completely erased and he was set on the path of a merchant. It was something only her Uncle could have accomplished, taking a terrible man and helping him find a new path that didn’t involve murder or pain. It was what they truly believed in, peaceful ways of resorting situations. It was one reason why Catalina had been so very hesitant to do something that would end the life of another. Her Uncle would have understood, she knew that but could she live with that on her conscious? She could barely live with this on her conscious and he had only just put Arthur to sleep.
The son of a murderer who was responsible for the deaths of so many innocents. How could Arthur live with such a legacy? She wanted to ask and perhaps she would but for now she would hardly approach such a heavy topic, not when he was going to be angry as it was. Her minor wounds had been tended to and she had changed into a fresh dress, still wearing her trademark red cloak as a way of him knowing that it was her. Perhaps there was a danger in allowing him to come here. The druids were feared by the King for their power, his paranoia allowed him to believe that they were gathering against him and perhaps there were some that had. Uther had many enemies that he had created himself and it would be foolish to believe that there was some that wouldn’t wish to destroy the tyrant, watch him suffer as he had made others suffer as well. Even still, despite all that, Catalina and her people bore no ill will towards Arthur, he had never done anything wrong to them. He had heard that she was of magic; she had seen the look on his face when Bastian had ordered her to attack Arthur with his magic and yet he had fought still. That had to mean that there was some tolerance there, there just had to be.
It had been at least seven hours from the time that Arthur had been put to sleep to the time he finally seemed to rouse from his magical slumber. She hadn’t noticed at first, her attention on the small bowl that she held on her lap, filled to the brim with still water. She had cast a spell not long before Arthur woke up that allowed her to see what was going on in Camelot at that moment. Given her concentration was unbroken, she was able to keep the image playing out and the image she got was not exactly a good one. Uther was worried for his son who had not yet returned and was ordering his guards to scour the forests for his son. It was only a matter of time before they found the encampment and what would they do when they found the Prince there? As if Uther didn’t have enough reason to want to kill the druids, ‘kidnapping’ his son would cause no end of trouble for her people. She couldn’t allow that to happen, Arthur really needed to wake up and get back to Camelot though would he remember what happened? Would he have her executed?
Movement caught her attention and her concentration was broken, Uther’s unhappy face disappeared from the surface and her mirror to the inside world was lost for now. Setting the water bowl aside for the time being, she put her attention fully on the groggy Prince who didn’t seem to have the faintest idea where he was. Not a surprise since the last thing he remembered, if anything at all, was him fighting some big ugly brute named Bastian to protect her. It was amusing; he had come across to her as less obnoxious when he was fast asleep. Again, she didn’t know the Prince personally…well she hadn’t before this moment so she was merely going on the things she had seen through her scrying as well as what she heard from others. He was a prat, through and through. Arrogant as only a Prince of the realm could be with an ego so large that it was amazing his head fit through the doorways. Perhaps it was unfair to judge based on what others would say. He had come to her rescue after all, she needed to show some gratitude for what he had done for he had surely saved her life. Still, the sight of his pink hair caused her to giggle before regaining her composure. How long till he noticed?
His attempt at demanding answers failed rather humorously, it was like kitten trying to sound like a lion, it just didn’t work but it was almost adorable just the same. “Please calm down, you’ll just make the grogginess worse.” Her voice was soft but stern. She didn’t normally order people around but she knew her magic rather well and knew that his abrupt movements weren’t going to help at all, if anything it would only give him a rather nasty migraine. She was hesitant in explaining just where he was because she figured he really wouldn’t like the answer but who was she to lie to him? It wasn’t because he was a Prince, he could have been a pauper and she still would have felt bad for lying. So far so good at not noticing his pink hair, that was good at least. She opened her mouth to speak, to explain things when she heard the sound of more giggling. Two little girls had poked their heads into the tent and were pointing at Arthur’s head. Biting her lip, Catalina got to her feet and shooed the girls out, chastising them fondly before closing the tent. “You are safe, that’s where you are.” Still hesitant in answering that question but she didn’t wish to anger him. “You are in a druid encampment but we mean you no harm. After my spell kind of missed its target….” She bit her lip, admitting her failure was not easy. “We didn’t wish to leave you out there on your own, so we brought you here until you woke up.”
Perhaps she should have waited until he was more awake but there wasn’t too much time before the soldiers reached them. The search had to be called off and the only way they could do that was if Arthur returned home. “I know this is probably the last thing you wish to hear and I won’t blame you if you’re angry but thank you for defending me, even if I am a druidess, thank you.” That probably wouldn’t go well but it had to be said just the same. “For what it’s worth, I’m Catalina.” Oh and by the way, you have pink hair and you look like an arrogant clueless pink toadstool. Oh yeah, that would go down well.
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Post by Catalina Regalis on Mar 20, 2011 20:38:38 GMT -5
 It’s all about power and taking controlIt wasn't often that Catalina argued with her Uncle when it came to where the druids settled next but she had a bad feeling about being in Cenred. She heard terrible things about the cruel ruler of this realm but her Uncle would not listen to her. Aldriv knew his niece's penchant for over-thinking things and while he enjoyed her imput he wouldn't allow himself to be swayed. Besides, there was a reason he had chosen to bring their people here at this particular time. Samara and Catalina both knew why as well, he made this trip every year at the time time. It was the anniversary of her mother and father's deaths at the hand of The Great Purge. Both had been burned so there had been no bodies to bury, the final resting place to visit but Aldriv chose the next best thing, the place where Catalina had been born.
It was just outside of Ealdor, a small clearing in the middle of the forest. It was a beautiful sentiment, honoring her parents in such a way. So sad, knowing that she had only known her parents for a year before they had met their demise. She had no memories of either of them. She didn't know if she had her mother's smile, never knew the sound of her father's laugh. She was told these things of course but it wasn't the same. It didn't help her know them. Touching her amulet that hung around her neck, she sighed and followed behind her sister and brother-in-law, she happily carried her little nephew in her arms though he got heavy after a while, especially when he squirmed around.
It didn't take them long to reach the clearing where they began to set up their camp. Looking around at the quiet place, Catalina sighed as she lay her nephew in the cradle his father had made for him. He had fallen asleep not long after they had reached the clearing and she was thankful for that as well, she had started losing feeling in her arms. She wasn't sure how she felt being here, she figured her Uncle felt closer to the memory of her parents but she had no memory of them so what was she told hold onto? A false hope that somehow something would magically make her feel closer to them? She couldn't do that. It was too sad. Too pathetic even.
Supplies were needed as they had started to run out. A trip to Ealdor. Catalina volunteered rather quickly, earning a somewhat disapproving look from her Uncle. She knew why as well, he wished her to remain so that they could have a moment of silence for her parents but she just wanted to get away for a while. She didn't want that silent moment because it was another way of acknowledging that she would never know them. Saddling up her horse, she bid her Uncle and sister farewell and headed towards the small town of Ealdor. She had been there before, had even made some friends there as well but that was years ago.
Cat enjoyed the ride, galloping her horse Cobalt through the forest towards the small town. She couldn't help but have a bad feeling but she figured it was part of her feeling towards being here in the first place. Her red cloak billowed behind her as she rode. No one would know that she was a druidess, they would merely see a young woman who was picking up supplies for a journey. Sure, there was some risk in traveling alone but Catalina needed to be alone.
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Post by Catalina Regalis on Mar 20, 2011 19:22:22 GMT -5
 She was there. In the crowd. A large crowd that was filled with whispers that she couldn't quite hear. It was confusing for Catalina as she tried to get through the crowd, her red hood up to cover her hair from the snow that fell from the sky. She felt so cold on the inside, felt as though she was was frozen from within and nothing would ever warm her up. She was numb and she didn't know why. The whispers that had surrounded her as she pushed her way through the crowd changed into near-deafening roars that surely rose above the norm. Despite her discomfort and fear, she could stop her steps, it was as though she was not in control of herself, she had to get to whatever the crowd surrounded. She had to see it.
Her heart seemed to quicken with each step, the heat of flames licking at her skin yet they were nowhere to be seen. What was going on here? Her fear tripled as she finally made it through the crowd. She then saw what awaited her and it nearly caused her to fall to her knees. It was a pyre meant to burn those with magic. No! She wouldn't burn! She had done nothing wrong! She wanted to run, tried to will her legs to do as she commanded but they ignored her and continued walking towards the pyre that had not yet been set alight. Uther stood there, watching her as she walked forward, a look of hatred and disgust crossed his face. He hated her, hated what she was. How could he? She had never hurt a soul.
She wanted to beg, to plead for her life but no words passed from her lips as she continued her death march. "You have been accused of using magic. You are a danger to the realm and are hereby sentenced to death by burning." That was it, no trial, no way of declaring her innocence. She wouldn't lie because she did practice magic but she hadn't done anything wrong, she hadn't! "No!" She screamed as the fire was lit, beckoning her to it, demanding that she accept her fate as it was. It was her destiny to burn... As her mother and father had.
"NO!" She screamed again, jerking herself awake in absolute terror. It had been a nightmare, nothing more. Tears sprang from her eyes as she lay there on her pallet, her heart racing now. The stars still hung in the sky above her as did the lunar sphere above her. Her heart was still racing as it had been in her dream and for a few faint moments, she could still almost feel the flames against her skin. How horrible it would be, burned to death because you were born with a gift that couldn't be understood. It was not a prophetic dream, Catalina knew that, it was because of her fear of suffering the same fate as her parents that led her to have such terrible nightmares.
Figuring that she could hardly fall asleep again, she pushed herself up from her pallet and looked around at the sleeping camp that she was with. It was her home and yet it wasn't, she had no home because of Uther. They continued to move to keep from being caught unawares and thus had no resting place for longer than a few days at best. It was a sad sort of life but Catalina was used to it really, she would rather move with her kin and continue to survive than seek to settle down and be burned for being a druidess. Not something that she wanted to happen to anyone much less herself. Grabbing her cloak, she raised the hood and wandered off from her camp, not too far of course but far enough that she could have some privacy. In her left hand she held a small wooden bowl.
Finding a small stream not far from her encampment, Catalina bent down to scoop up some water before taking a seat on a stump not far from the creak. It was a serene moment for her, she enjoyed the solace of being on her own. A tear fell into the bowl and she had to take a moment to compose herself before she cast the simple spell. "Scéawere." Her eyes hazed with gold before the surface of the water flickered before she saw what she wanted to see, her nightmare playing out for her. She was often told by her Uncle that she could learn from their dreams and she had to face her fear but it was still hard to see even now. [/size] -----------------------------------
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Post by Catalina Regalis on Mar 20, 2011 17:54:47 GMT -5
Never been so many and we've never been so alone The bitter sound of battle could be heard from behind Catalina and Bastian as he sought to steal her away. She was aware of the Prince’s reputation as a fantastic swordsman but was he capable of handling two at once? Despite not having called out for help or even asking for someone to rescue her, she would feel terrible if the Prince lost his life in an attempt to rescue her. It would be her fault and nothing would change that. She shouldn’t have gone out on her own and she should have been able to defend herself. She had the training, she had been trained since she was a small child how to wield her magic and yet when she most needed it, it seemed to leave her. Had she no regard for those around her, assailants or not, she would have easily been able to dispatch them but Catalina hated confrontation and she froze when it came to a fight. She had been turned away from the fighting so she was unable to decipher what exactly was going on with Arthur and the two thugs he had been left with. The clash of swords was so loud though, almost made her head hurt. Still, her head hurting was better asked for than a slit throat, something that was definitely possible.
“I don’t want to kill you.” Bastian said as he continued to drag Catalina away. “You’re more profit to me alive girl.” Where was he taking her? Would he return for her people once he had her locked away? The thought of her nephew Ramos being hauled off in a cage was too much for her to bear. She couldn’t allow that fate to befall her family, she’d sooner die. Despite her hatred of all things violent, the need to protect her family and herself to a lesser extent took over and she decided that if it meant the death of this horrid man, than so be it. Only if it came to that point, she’d sooner knock him out and have her people flee, she couldn’t handle having blood on her hands. It would drive her insane. That was most likely one of Uther’s biggest problems… No! Not the time to contemplate Uther and his problems with magic, she had other problems to handle. Focus, she had to focus!
The smell of death hung in the air. Blood had been spilled in her precious forest, a terrible travesty if ever there was. The question was, who’s blood had been shed? Would Camelot mourn the loss of their Prince that night? Nothing cut sharper than such an image playing in her mind then, not even the blade that was held at her throat. She had begun to struggle at this point, feeling that it was all up to her and if she died, than at least she died fighting for her freedom. Her struggles were in vain though given her distinct lack of strength or surprise. All that it got her was the feel of flesh parting as he cut her, drawing blood and causing her to yelp in pain. He hadn’t cut deeply but it hurt just the same, a bead of blood training down her throat. “I said I didn’t want to kill you, didn’t say nuthin about not hurtin ya.” He growled as they neared where he had his cage waiting. It was large enough for at least ten people, perfect for a small group of traveling druids. The girl must not have been that powerful if she had done nothing to protect herself. Sure, he heard they were peaceful but still, he expected some fight out of her and this was all he got. Disappointing to say the least.
"Let her go!" Arthur’s voice? Turning around quickly, Bastian stared at the Prince with wide eyes, clearly surprised that it was Arthur who had survived and not his men. His brothers. Arthur had killed his two brothers. “Let her go? Is that all you can say?” Really original there Arthur. Clap clap. Still, despite Arthur being the better swordsman and most likely could kill Bastian in one fell swoop, he still had the advantage, he had the girl. His attention was on the blonde haired girl at this point, completely ignoring Arthur as he spoke to show that he had no intentions to comply with whatever he was saying. “Use your magic on him.” He demanded gruffly to her, she had to be useful for something! “If you kill him, than I will spare your people and just take you.” Oh yeah, that was totally a fair deal…not! She wasn’t stupid and she wouldn’t attack an innocent man who was trying to help her.
Turning her to face him was a mistake because she spit in his face to show him just what her answer happened to be. Instinct took over for Bastian and he slapped her hard across the face. Had he not cared for a profit, he would have run her through with his blade but no, he didn’t want to have to trek through the forest and meet up with druids who would defend themselves. Tossing her aside for the moment, Catalina fell to the ground, dizzy from the slap, blood slipping from the corner of her mouth. Bastian had done a foolish thing in his anger, he had lost his bargaining chip and chose to face off against the Prince with his dagger and sword in his hands. His arrogance showed, as did his rage for his fallen brothers as he rushed at the Prince. While Bastian was indeed a scoundrel, he was actually quite good with the sword and would prove to be someone who wouldn’t succumb to Arthur’s blades as easily as his brothers had.
A spell, she had to use a spell but what? She didn’t want to kill anyone, that wasn’t her nature despite what a horrible man Bastian was. He’d have killed her by now if it hadn’t been for his knowledge of her magic and yet still she couldn’t bring herself to hate him enough to want to kill him. Biting her lip, she took a moment to clear her mind and focus. Not easy due to the headache that was approaching. It was because of that impending headache what happened next… “Mamera .” She uttered softly, her eyes flashing gold as she directed the spell at the man who had attacked her. However, the fact that they were both moving along with her lack of aim due to her headache, she ended up missing Bastian completely and hitting Arthur instead.
If anyone had invented a swear word at that moment, it would have been Catalina. Her eyes widened as Arthur was hit and went down like a ton of bricks. It was a simple sleeping spell, nothing deadly since she didn’t like using deadly spells but it wasn’t good at all. Thankfully Bastian didn’t have time to run Arthur through with his sword before she aimed the same spell at him and got him. He too fell to the ground hard. This was just great, she had taken out the man that would have hurt her but she also knocked out Arthur as well. If he hadn’t been wanting to order her execution before, this certainly would do it. What could she say? “Thanks for rescuing me, sorry about the sleeping spell. It was an accident?” Oh yeah, that was great…cept it wouldn’t work!
Getting to her feet, Catalina rushed over to Arthur’s side and checked his pulse. He was alright, just sleeping…and snoring. Great, what was she going to do now? She couldn’t carry him back to her encampment but she couldn’t just leave him there either. Turning to Bastian, her eyes hardened and her jaw set. She didn’t wouldn’t let him to just get up and walk away, not with knowledge of where her people were. “Ymbseten.” Her eyes flashed and slowly vines grew forth out of the ground and began to wrap around Bastian, securing him to the ground should he awaken while Arthur was being tended to. Her Uncle would know what to do with him.
Sitting next to Arthur, the young druidess panicked slightly. “Come on…wake up!” She yelled, pushing on him a bit but he still slept. It wasn’t a deep sleep that could never be awakened or anything like that but he was out like a light. “Narf.” She whispered, trying another spell to wake him up but it didn’t work as she had hoped. There was a small flash of light and there slept Arthur…with pink hair. Oh boy…
After about twenty minutes of sitting there, her Uncle finally found her and Arthur as well as Bastian who was still out as well. Aldriv hugged his niece tightly before Arthur was gathered by the druids and taken back to their encampment. Aldriv stayed behind with Bastian to take care of his memories of the druids as well as his niece. Had the druid been a vengeful man, he would have killed Bastian for his intent on his niece but he wasn’t.
When Arthur finally awoke, he would find himself inside one of the main tents on a small pallet. The only person who would be there would be Catalina who was sitting with a small bowl on her lap, not really looking at Arthur just then.
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Post by Catalina Regalis on Mar 20, 2011 14:36:30 GMT -5
Never been so many and we've never been so alone Well this just figured didn’t it! What had started off as a beautiful morning filled with promise had now become a frightening ordeal that may very well end with her demise. So not how she wanted to go either… She had so much to live for and potential that she hadn’t reached yet, she knew she had a destiny in front of her and it wasn’t supposed to end here. It wasn’t! Truly, had it not been for the vagabonds that now surrounded her, she might have thrown a little tantrum then and there. Not that Catalina was subject to tantrums but there was just something so unjust about this. Amusing how she had already accepted this moment as one before her imminent death, talk about a pessimist. Well, more a realist really since it was quite early in the morning and none of her kin would know just where to look for her. Aside from her Uncle who always seemed to know just where she was at all times but that was due to his power in druidism. Perhaps he would save her…there was still time but considering how many there were, would he make it in time?
Why was it that when she needed her magic most, she couldn’t think of a single defensive spell that would get her out of this mess? Her pleading fell on uncaring ears as the man who went by Bastian continued to advance towards her. Her heart pounded in her chest and she took a few steps back every so often as he moved closer. Not that it put much distance between them nor would it delay what he wished to do to her either. Her basket filled with the herbs she had been gathering fell from her trembling hand. “I have nothing of value. Please leave me be.” She pleaded as the three closed in on her, the two behind her did not touch her but they would hardly allow her to get past them either. No weapons were produced but it was obvious that they were not needed to intimidate the young woman. The look of lust and malicious intent was all that was needed to strike an icy fear into her heart. “Now that’s a shame isn’t it lads. Nothing of value..” He laughed mockingly as he reached out and brushed her hair from her face. “I think we can manage with what we’ve got now.”
Catalina flinched away from his touch, which brought on another peel of laughter from him. Just his touch alone sent shivers of fear down her spine and she took another small step back. “You’s one of them druids, ain’t ya wench?” His voice was lowered, so it is doubtful that the approaching Prince was able to hear it. Her oceanic eyes widened, he knew the druids were here? Had they been hunting them for long? Bounty hunters? Magic catchers? She heard of those that caught those with magic and would enslave them, binding their magic somehow. She didn’t want to end up like that. Such a fate would surely be a fate worse than death. Though perhaps such tales of people like that were simple fable and nothing more. When she didn’t answer, he grabbed her chin harshly and snarled in her face. “I’m talking to you!” God, if his sword didn’t kill her, his breath surely would. What should she do? Lie and protect her people? She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by the sound of an unfamiliar voice firmly demanding for her to be let alone. She was pushed back a bit as Bastian turned to regard the Prince who did not look like a Prince at all. Well…this was fortuitous.
It was human nature really, the sight of the sword always made Catalina very nervous, even if it was being used to defend her. Unlike the uncouth vagabonds that had her surrounded, Catalina was well aware of the man who came to her rescue. Prince Arthur Pendragon, the Prince of Camelot and future King. How could anyone not know him? That being said, these men seemed foreign to her, perhaps bandits or bounty hunters for Mercia or something like that so their ignorance could be forgiven though the same could not be said for their behavior. Of all the people Catalina had figured might come to her aid, the Prince was definitely not one of them. She had barely any time to react before she was grabbed and a dagger was held to her throat. She remained as still as possible at this time, fearing to even breathe in case his hand slipped. Bastian was mocking Arthur now, enjoying the power he had over the druidess as well as her intended rescuer. Would he have chosen to continue this course of action if he knew who Arthur actually was and even more importantly, would Arthur had risked his life for a druidess like herself? Questions questions…
”I agree, you won’t say it again because dead men do not speak.” Still holding the dagger to her throat, he gestured for his two men to attack Arthur. He had his prize and wasn’t going to willingly relinquish his hold on her just yet. “Loot his body after you’ve killed him and than join up with us.” Both men looked to their leader with a nod before turning back to Arthur, both having their swords drawn. Two against one lone man, surely the odds were in their favor. With the orders given, Bastian started to drag Catalina back with him, dagger still in place. Why couldn’t she think of a spell? She had thought up at least two but they were both rather volatile and considering the situation she was in, there was no telling she’d be able to focus enough to get off the spell without hurting herself in the process. She’d just have to hope an opportunity came where she could use a spell. Of course, that being said, did she want to risk using magic in front of Prince Arthur? She didn’t wish to escape one sentence just to rush into another…
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Word Count; 1012
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Post by Catalina Regalis on Mar 20, 2011 12:27:59 GMT -5
Never been so many and we've never been so alone Sleep eluded the young druidess as she lay on her pallet in the early morning. Sleeping beneath the stars had always been a favorite pastime of hers, a freedom that those in their noble houses could never comprehend. Amusing how when she could not sleep, her mind went to deep thoughts regarding those in power and those with power. Her sister Samara would surely have laughed and told her younger sister that she thought too much and her Uncle would have let her too her contemplations without much commentary. Perhaps Samara was right though, maybe Catalina thought too much on subjects that she would hardly be able to change, not from a lack of trying of course but from a lack of opportunity.
The night sky had vanished and had been replaced with the sight of the sun rising over the horizon. It was a beautiful sunrise, bathing the sky with brilliant reds and oranges and chasing away the darkness. It was almost poetic.
Feeling that she had laid there awake for long enough, Catalina rose from her pallet and dressed herself for the day while others within the small encampment continued to rest. They would be leaving within the next few days, it was their way. Some druids remained where they were, making their home within the calm forests but her Uncle was too paranoid to remain in one place for too long. It was most likely the loss of his sister and brother-in-law that cited such a paranoia. It was understandable of course and he also wished to protect his people, his two nieces especially.
Brushing a strand of golden hair from her face, Catalina grabbed her red cloak that her sister had made for her and sighed. It seemed that her mind was forever on making healing poultices, mere precaution or the fear that the one time she chose not to make any that they would be greatly needed. Needless to say that it was sometimes quite annoying to overthink things but better to be safe than sorry. Gathering herbs would help put her overworking brain to rest she figured, so taking hold of a basket, she walked away from her encampment into the forest. She was at home in the forest, no matter where the forest was located. The advantage of this particular forest was that she could only just see the towers of the great Castle of Camelot in the distance. It was magnificent even at a distance. She could not help but be in awe of this.
Perhaps it was foolish of her to leave without letting someone know where she was going but really, she was an adult so she could take care of herself. Well, she figured she could anyway...
Usually the only threats the Druids came under was that of the guards sent by Uther. The Great Purge had been twenty years ago and yet those with magic were still persecuted and burned or drowned. It was horrible really. Sighing, Catalina did what she could to shake the rather morbid thoughts from her mind and focus on the task at hand, mostly the gathering of various herbs to make her poultices as well as practice her craft. The snap of a twig caught her attention but it was nothing to fear, a doe and it's fawn. Smiling, the golden-haired druidess approached them but before she got too far, they both ran off as though spooked.
Strange since animals rarely fled from her. "Hey there girly." She heard behind her, her heart racing as she turned to face the owner of the gruff voice laced with dark intent. He stood at the crest of a hill not too far from where she stood now, it had been his presence that had spooked the two deer and now he had his sights set on her. Run... that was her first reaction, to run! She would have done it as well had it not been for the two ruffians that cut off her exit. "Please don't.." She trailed off in a whisper, her blue eyes widened as she tried to think of a way out of this. Despite their obvious want to hurt her, she couldn't bring herself to want to kill them or hurt them really, she simply wished for an escape. "We'll take good care of ya lass, won't we gents?" The tall dark haired rogue said with a laugh as he made his way towards her.
Not good...so not good!
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Post by Catalina Regalis on Mar 20, 2011 2:32:15 GMT -5
 With the power to be powerful, believe we can make it betterIt felt good to be able to relax without the constant fear of being discovered. Catalina's small band of nomadic druids had chosen to take rest with an already established group of druids that resided within the forests near Camelot. There was safety in numbers, thus why her Uncle had chosen to remain with the others for the next few days, giving both their horses and their people time to rest. There was talk amongst the other druids, fear in the insistent persecution of those with the gift of magic or those who were simply accused because Uther was a paranoid old man who was haunted by painful memories. Hatred was not the druids' way, they pitied the King and wished peace for him but they wouldn't subject themselves to his madness.
How could one remain sane when they surrounded themselves with so much death and despair? It was so foreign to Catalina really. Brushing a strand of golden hair behind her ear, she concentrated on the poultice she was making rather than daydreaming about problems that were not her own. She had days like this where all she could think about where the troubles of those that were in power and how it could be made better. "What are you doing Cat?" She heard a voice behind her and turned to see her sister standing there with her infant son on her hip. "I am working on making some healing poultices, never know when we will need some." Catalina replied with a soft smile, gesturing to the gathered items on the table in front of her.
"Always doing something. Can't you just relax?" Her sister teased as she shifted her son Ramos to her other hip as he had begun to fuss. Shaking her head, Catalina couldn't help but laugh. "Nope, now go away so I can finish." Sticking her tongue out at Catalina, Samara laughed and walked off to find her husband and hand the baby off to him.
How happy Ramos and Giron made her sister, her own little family. It was something that Catalina found herself envying at times and then there were times she was glad that she didn't have to worry about having a child and husband to care for. Not that she was selfish of course because her mind was constantly on the safety of her people but she liked not having to worry about her own actions directly affecting others. Looking to the ground, Catalina spoke a few ancient words, casting a spell with the flicker of gold in her eyes and suddenly an herb grew that she needed for her poultice. Magic truly was a gift.
If only someone could show Uther that, show him that it was not to be feared but respected. Maybe then things would change for him. Not that anyone would be able to show him this, no one had enough influence with him to get past that thick skull of his. That being said, Catalina was merely going on what she had heard and seen of the hard-headed King, she had no personal experience that didn't stretch beyond losing both her parents to the Great Purge. It still hurt, despite not knowing them, it still hurt and it probably always would hurt. She could easily hate Uther and wish his death as others did but what would that prove? Answering death with even more death. That wouldn't end the cycle.
Touching the amulet around her neck fondly, Catalina got back to work, humming to herself as she did. Every so often she could be seen magically growing something that she needed with a spell but for the most part she worked quickly and quietly at her little table beneath a great oak.
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Word Count; 637
Lyrics; "You're The Voice" John Farhman
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Post by Catalina Regalis on Mar 20, 2011 1:50:06 GMT -5
We're all someone's daughter, we're all someone's son The calm before the storm. That was what this was she was almost certain of it. It was hard to explain as the young druidess sat at the base of the old fallen oak, her red cloak wrapped around her as protection from the cold air that hung in the early morning. The forest was speaking to her, begging her to listen but she couldn't quite understand. Her people had stopped to rest in the forest just outside of the grand city of Camelot and her sister and another had been sent to the city for provisions. Catalina had wished to go with her sister, both for the thrill of being allowed to walk into Camelot as though she belonged there as well as to be with her sister and help protect her should any trouble arise. There was always a risk when they came near Camelot because of King Uther Pendragon and his fierce hatred of all things magical.
"Worry not young one," a voice from behind her spoke. A soft smile touched her lips as she peered into the small bowl of water she had rested before her. It was their leader, her uncle Aldriv who had come to find how she was doing. He was more than just her uncle though, he was her mentor, her master in the arts of magic and someone she trusted completely and truly. "I always worry Uncle, you know that." She said with a smile as she welcomed him and offered him a seat next to her. She showed respect where it was due and he most definitely deserved a great deal of respect.
"I feel it as well child." She didn't need to bother to ask what he meant. He felt the unrest of the forest. "I cannot help but worry for Samara. Why could I not go?" She didn't wish to sound whiny, especially to him but it was hard not to show her disappointment at his decision. "I need you here amongst us, I cannot risk you going within the walls of the castle." That made sense of course, Samara was rarely using magic, it didn't interest her so it wouldn't be a temptation like it would be for Catalina. "I am sorry I questioned you." All she got in response was a simple nod and a gentle hand upon her shoulder. "It's not safe to be practicing magic right now."
It wasn't often that he heard such words from her Uncle, he often encouraged her to practice and work hard in her studies and her craft but perhaps he knew something she did not. "It is simple magic Uncle, I am trying to scry for Samara using this bowl of water. So far I've seen quick glimpses but it doesn't last." To prove her point, she turned and passed her hand over the water, uttering the spell under her breath. Her eyes flickered gold and Samara's face was seen on the surface of the water but as Catalina had said, it only lasted for a moment before it faded. "I can't hold on to it for some reason." She half-whined, setting her hands on her lap.
"No magic is ever simple Catalina. You are too distracted by things that may or may not come. You must relax and let the magic flow through you as it flows through us all. You are within your element." He gestured to the forest itself and smiled. "Clear your mind and try again." Always the sort to offer words of wisdom whether it was asked for or not, Catalina offered a somewhat weary smile and turned back to the small bowl of water. She uttered the words for the spell and smiled as her sister's face once again touched upon the surface of the water and this time it held. Well what did ya know...
The surface changed though, slipping from her sister's location to bigger worries, the storm was arriving in the form of a small scouting party of guards that were coming their way. "Uncle!" She called out, only just realizing that he had moved away from where she had been sitting. In her rush to get his attention, she knocked the bowl off the stump it had been resting on, the image now lost but the meaning was not. "Uncle we must move, soldiers are coming." Catalina was the sort to keep a calm head about these kinds of things but there was a lot of fuss in moving a whole encampment that had just settled and her sister was not with them either.
Aldriv didn't need to ask if she was sure, he simply spoke to the other druids. Whatever couldn't be quickly packed up was left behind. "Your sister will find us," her uncle spoke, already knowing where her mind dwelt. He was right... She had to focus on helping get her people moving before the guards arrived. To run was their first instinct, it was better than confrontation, that was for sure. Confrontation meant lives lost, blood spilt. All so unnecessary in the grand scheme of things.
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Post by Catalina Regalis on Mar 19, 2011 22:27:15 GMT -5
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Catalina Regalis
.:Nick Name:. Cat, Lina
.:Age:. 21
.:Race:. Druid
.:Status:. Nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Catalina is as gentle looking as her personality suggests. She has a willowy form that suggests a distinct lack of muscle as well as body fat. Despite the lack of strength, she makes up for it in speed and quick reflexes. She has soft pale skin that never seems to tan no matter how much sunlight she takes in though she never burns either. She has two druidic tattoos, one on each wrist. One thing that one may notice about her right away would be her bright blue-green eyes that are rather captivating and gentle. Her golden locks often rest beneath a red hood that her sister had made for her. She has one piece of jewely, an gold amulet that her mother had passed down to her.
.:Height:. 5’6
.:Portrayed by:. Amanda Seyfried
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. A lot of things can be said about Catalina, most of them being negative but let us start with the positives shall we. First off, Catalina is a very outgoing and friendly kind of girl that seems to enjoy making new friends. She’s the kind of girl that can walk up to just about anyone and strike up a conversation with them. Being that she was born into the nomadic life of a druid, Catalina has a restless nature that stems from her people. She is the sort that has trouble sitting still for very long. While Catalina has a very friendly disposition, this doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have a temper on him either; it just takes a lot to bring it out. When she does get angry though, Catalina isolates himself from the problem until she is able to cool down. Having a distinct dislike of confrontation, Catalina would rather run than fight any day. She’s a very laid back individual that doesn’t let a lot bother her, feeling that it’s best to live and let live.
Because of her laid back attitude as well as her dislike of confrontation, Catalina is an easy target for ruffians and rivals. Unable to find the strength to stand up for herself, she is easily pushed around. Her somewhat naïve nature also allows for her to be manipulated by others, something that she acknowledges but feels is unable to changed. A gentle soul if ever there was one, she’d prefer to allow harm to come to herself than someone else any day and she’d not the sort to wish ill on anyone. She believes that peace can be attained with the proper attitude regardless of what others may happen to think.
Catalina has a strong sense of right and wrong and won’t participate in anything that she deems as wrongdoing. She has her need for adventures every so often but normally she’s too afraid to take the first step towards an adventure.. Catalina is the kind of friend that can be counted on for just about anything, whether it’s a shoulder to cry on or just someone to vent to, she’s there. She is very loyal and can be trusted with any kind of secret cause people know that she can keep secrets really well.
She is a very family oriented type of girl, very close with her older sister. She’d do just about anything to keep her family safe and secure. Her thoughts on a family of her own someday are way off since she’s rather young for that but someday she might want that. Love in generally is a nice thought, more a dream than a reality for someone like her. Something else that she values greatly is knowledge and the power that comes from it. Unlike her elder sister, Catalina takes being a druid seriously and studies magic and spells very closely. She has an exceptional memory so she's able to remember spells rather well.
She knows of the great purge from personal experience for her mother and father were both put to death and thus it had a significant affect on Catalina. Still, despite that, she doesn't hate King Uther Pendragon for killing her parents but would rather choose to understand why he allows his fear and biased view to blind him. Hatred is something that is foreign to the young druid.
.:Strengths:.
- Fantastic memory
- Good handle on her magic
- Mixes poultices well
- Is calm in most situations
- Good at keeping secrets
- Trust-worthy
- Good with horses
- Knows a lot of ancient lore
- Tries to see the best in people
.:Weaknesses:.
- Is a pushover
- Easily manipulated by others
- Runs from confrontation rather than staying and dealing with it
- Is a terrible liar
- Afraid of cats
- Has truth issues regarding other people
- Sometimes lets her big mouth get her into trouble
- Gets very emotional at times
.:Magic Abilities:. Druid - Particularly handy with spells and making poultices for healing, doesn't know many dangerous spells because she fears them. Also she wears a gold amulet around her neck that protects her from mind altering magic and potions such as love spells or mind control.
.:Special Skills:. Is able to read and studies ancient languages and lore.
.:Accents:. Common English
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Just outside of Ealdor
.:Family:. Capris Regalis - Father - Druid - Killed in the Great Purge
Caldara Regalis - Mother - Druid - Killed in the Great Purge
Samara Regalis - Elder Sister - Druid - Twenty-eight years old
Aldriv Regalis - Uncle - Druid - Forty-nine years old
.:Occupation:. Nomad
.:Current Location of Residence:. Transient
.:History:.
Catalina's life is not exactly one that might interest most. She was not born to some lord nor did she share blood with royalty, she is just a simple druid as far as she's concerned. Her birth was a surprise really, Caldara had thought herself unable to bear anymore children due to complications with her first daughter Samara. Often referred to by her mother as a gift from magic, Catalina was born just outside of Ealdor. From then on, she was used to traveling with her parents due to them being nomadic druids. Sadly, Catalina would not grow to remember her mother and father for they lost their lives during the Great Purge. Catalina was never told how it happened, whether it was known or not to those that Catalina lived with, she couldn't be sure. She had only been a year old when it had happened and after that she was raised by her sister and the other druids. Still, even without her mother and father around, Catalina grew to be a stable and intelligent young woman with a thirst for knowledge and a love and wonder of magic. Learning from a young age, she began her studies with the other druids and began to learn spells and potions. It was a life that Catalina was comfortable in, the life of a druid scholar with a hope for peace and co-existence of those with magic and those without it. Magic was so wonderful, she didn't understand how anyone could hate it as much as Uther seemed to. As the years passed, Catalina continued to grow and they continued to move around, never staying in the same spot for very long before they moved. It was the life of a nomad and Catalina enjoyed it despite the desire to stay in one place for a while. She understood why they kept moving of course. A few times the druids would stop not too far from Camelot and Catalina would fall asleep looking at the turrets that seemed to reach to heaven. Very rarely did Catalina ever wish to be anything other than what she already was but there were times... What was it like within Camelot? To be a noblewoman with her many servants her her suitors that fight for her hand. To be a knight in the King's service or even a servant within the walls of the Castle, to have a stable home and a purpose in life. Surely that had to be wonderful. That was something that Catalina craved in her young life, a purpose in life and a way to use her magic for the good of others. Surely there was nothing wrong with that. Surely Uther couldn't see such a desire as evil, magic or no. Not that she would approach Uther as a druid, she didn't wish to lose her life because she used magic. |
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