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Post by lucan on May 30, 2011 12:54:06 GMT -5
“I know exactly what she’s like” Lucan said, still watching the old servant tuttle about, “Always see her barking orders at some poor girl”. He turned back to Idris and grinned, “at least you’re not always in the firing line though”.
He gave her a look when she asked if he wanted to tell on her, “Sorry – I shouldn’t pry” he apologised, “and I’ll let you know now – im not a snitch”. He would tell anyone exactly what he thought of them if needs be, he didn’t have to go running to anyone else and gossip about them. He’d told Yvain many times that he was an idiot. Of course Yvain was the type of person who didn’t care what anyone thought about him.
“Do your parents reside in Camelot? Or have they just left you to your own devices?”
Ah yes. A conversation that he hadn’t had in a loooooooooong time. Not since he first came to Camelot for that matter. Lucan didn’t really see much of his family these days. His father, Duke Corneous, was caught up in his own affairs and Elaine? Well she probably couldn’t care less whether he lived or died. It saddened Luc to think that once upon a time she adored him. Elaine had been more like a mother to him than his own had.
“I came here when I was 18” he told her, “my father taught me how to use a sword as soon as I was capable enough to hold one”. Yes. To die in battle was an honour in itself. That’s what had been drummed into him as well as raising him to be loyal and respectful. Lucan had always stood by these things.
He bit his lip, “My mother died suddenly when I was four”. He could vaguely remember Amice – then again he was only young when she passed. “My father married my stepmother a year later – then three years later my brother Griff was born”.
Ah yes, Griflet – he was 18 himself now. Lucan hadn’t seen him for ages either. The pair were not particularly close, but then again they didn’t have that sibling rivalry either. Lucan would be surprised if his father named Griff heir to the estate rather than him. After having so many near death experiences, Lucan found he didn’t really care what his father did anymore. Yes they had a good relationship than they had done when he was younger, but it wasn’t as good as it should be.
“So yes… after that they just left me to my own devices” he smiled sadly at Idris.
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Post by lucan on May 30, 2011 11:45:07 GMT -5
The next thing Lucan knew some batty servant had cut into the conversation. Lucan rolled his eyes as the woman thrust the goblets into Idris’ hands and then apologised to Lucan for her actions.
"Really! that will do!"he told the old servant woman wryly, “Lord Hoel had a bit too much to drink and knocked into her”. That would hopefully make the woman think twice. “New or not, I don’t think it’s necessary to blame her for this” Lucan retorted to the woman’s words. Being a new servant made no difference to him. It wasn’t as though it affected the job badly.
Watching the servant storm off to scold two other servants, he turned back to Idris, “wow…now she seems like a piece of work” he smirked.
“The kitchens are right down past the knights quarters yeah? I’ll walk with you that far?”
Lucan nodded, “very well”
“Don’t worry, these goblets are empty.”
“I highly doubt you could soak me anymore than you have done already” he gave her a knowing look and they started off walking. “So…a newbie – you must be loving the job so far”, he said this with slight muse. “Do your parents work here too?”
Usually when positions for servants came up then another family member, who was old enough and capable to take on such jobs would fill the posts.
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Post by lucan on May 30, 2011 11:01:36 GMT -5
She certainly had a sense of humour to her. He’d never seen a servant joking before. Then again they were not permitted to do so, especially with nobility. Lucan had just realised that even though he usually treated servants with respect, he’d never actually had a proper conversation with one. Not one like this anyway – once again the division of ranks was one that kept either worlds apart.
She looked unimpressed when he handed the cloth back to her. “I suggest you just throw that one away” he muttered so that only she could hear, “I highly doubt anyone will miss a cloth”. The there was subject of the name. “Just call me Luc” he nodded. “Idris, my name is Idris.” He heard her say as he turned to leave her.
“The pleasure’s all yours!” he called and grinned at her again as he danced around the nobles and out of the hall.
Right. Time to heard back to his room and find another change of clothes. He quickly started off, heading in the direction where the Knights Quarters were. He could hear footsteps quickening behind him, Lucan turned to see Idris catching up with him. "I don’t run after men very often,” she started
“Should I feel privileged?” he smirked
“But I still feel really bad about making you look like you’ve just dunked yourself in a dye barrel, there must be something I can do to make it up to you?”
Lucan shook his head again at this. “It’s fine, really”. Bless her. She really must feel bad if she followed him out of the hall. “If I ever think of anything – then I’ll let you know, but for now? Well…I guess it wouldn’t be bad if we considered this the start of a friendship”.
Yvain would’ve keeled over at those words. He was the type of guy to treat servants how they should be used for. Cooking, cleaning – etc. Lucan stuck by the code. Even when it came down to women in particular.
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Post by lucan on May 30, 2011 10:03:24 GMT -5
“It’s fine, honestly, it was my fault my aim was a little off.”
He laughed lightly at her comment and continued to soak up the wine that was dripping from his cape. He looked to her and grinned, “Let’s be thankful it wasn’t a sword”. He wasn’t so nifty with a crossbow but when it came down to it, he had to be. A little spilt wine wasnt a big thing anyway - he'd had worse things happen. Like being crushed. He raised an eyebrow at the tutting servant that has passed the girl. Obviously Yvain wasnt the only one who was displeased with her actions.
He frowned at her next question, “Can I get you a new cloak my Lord?”. My lord?" well...he hadn't heard that term in a long time.
Lucan shook his head, “It’s alright, and I’ll most likely have to change all of my clothes anyway” he winked allowing her to see that the wine was not only on his cape but also all over his shirt and trousers.
“And please, don’t call me that – makes me feel old” he chuckled and handed her the cloth. “I think this belongs to you……” He decided to leave that sentence hanging, as he had no idea of the girl’s name.
“Anyway I’d better go and change, Arthur or the even the King would have a fit of they saw me in this state” he smiled, “anyway, thanks for the soaking, even if it was unexpected”.
With one last grin he turned and danced, to the music, his way around the nobles who were still dancing.
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Post by lucan on May 30, 2011 9:08:46 GMT -5
SPLASH!
Lucan barely had time to jump up as one of the dancing nobles bumped into the servant and sent the tray of wine spilling all over him and the table. He quickly got up as Yvain muttered something about good wine being spilled and began to wring out his soaked cape. Good job it was red.
“I’m so sorry! Here let me help you.” the poor serving girl, who looked just as shocked as he did at the moment, began top mop up the mess that was now dripping from the table and onto the floor. Yvain seemed to be paddling in it and was too far-gone to care to move.
“It’s alright, no harm done”. Besides there had been worse things that had been spilt on his cape before. He looked over to where the drunken noble who had crashed into the girl was being lead away by his merry friends. “It doesn’t surprise me that Lord Hoel is having the time of his life – he always manages to either tread on someone’s feet or knock into someone”
Lucan only knew what Lord Hoel was like. For a start he loved a good drink, and would never miss an invitation such as this.
Another servant began to fuss over him but he waved them off. “Really, im fine – I would like to take that cloth from you though” he chuckled and took the crimson stained cloth from the servant and began to wipe himself down. It looked like he’d need a new change of clothes to say the least.
“Silly girl” he turned to where Yvain was glaring at the servant who’d dropped the tray, “Look at the man! He’s soaked!”
“Sir Yvain – remember your place!” Lucan glared at his friend, “it was not her fault – now go outside and sober up!”
Yvain muttered something else about how Luc wasn’t his mother and left him and the girl to their own devices. Luc turned back to the girl. “Im sorry about him, unfortunately he’s had a little too much as well”.
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Post by lucan on May 30, 2011 7:30:38 GMT -5
The Knighting ceremony for the newest recruit - a young man called Sir Gareth, had gone well, and now everyone was getting merry at the celebratory feast after. Lucan was sat with Sir Yvain and Sir Lionel who were already challenging to drink one another under the table. Luc had already stated that he wasn’t going to be part of that!
The Hall was bustling with knights and courtiers alike, dancing and generally involved in deep conversation.
“Don’t you just love opportunities like this to have fun?” Yvain slurred
“Mhmmm” Lucan took no notice, wincing slightly as Yvain gave him a hard slap on the back
“You need a girl mate” Yvain smirked
Luc rolled his eyes, “and you need another drink – you’re not gonna get anywhere if this contest is happening”. He looked over to Lionel who was already downing another cup of mead.
Lucan looked around the hall, trying to find a servant with a full tray. Finally! He spotted one and gestured for her to approach. He’d seen this one around the castle a few times, and serving at various feasts. Blonde, young and pretty. He could now feel Yvain’s eyes boring into his back. Luc turned. “No”.
“What?”
“I know what you’re thinking and the answer is no”
Yvain pretended to look mentally wounded, “do you think she’d like me then?”
“In your current state? No” Luc grinned and turned as the girl approached them. If Yvain had his way and was in a more sober state he’d be attempting to flirt with her by now. Servant or not. thankfully he was far to engrossed in tracing the outline of the Pendragon crest on his cape, to even notice the girl standing there.
“Thanks” Lucan smiled gratefully at her, as he took two goblets and handed one to Yvain.
Tagged: Idris Timeline: One Year Gap (between s2 and s3) Setting: Nightime - Starts in the Great Hall and moves variously around the castle Notes: This is such a bad post - apologies! [/color] |
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Post by lucan on May 30, 2011 6:50:31 GMT -5
SHE WAS GOING TO EAT HIM ALIVE! He really hadn’t needed to state who she was. He knew perfectly well who she was! "Yes, I am." Oh well that just made everything dandy! "And you are? I don't think we've met before."
Lucan gulped slightly, breathe. Just breathe. He had to admit Camila was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Or in his case, a mere glance. He fiddled with his cape, she must think him such an idiot – not being able to talk to her properly let alone look at her. No, he was now just going to go for it. Screw Yvain and what he said. Camila would probably run for the hills before Lucan did himself!
Finally he plucked up the courage and looked at her, with a shy smile. “Lucan…”FORGOT THE SIR!!! His mind screamed at him “I mean…Sir Lucan” he corrected himself, “although people call me Luc for short”. STOP RAMBLING YOU IDIOT!
Lucan looked down at her hand resting beside her, hesitating for a moment before taking it and placing a kiss on the top. Smooth Luc…real smooth…
After telling his conscience to shut the hell up, he looked back down at his cape. “Sorry I…” he paused, “Im not very good…at this” he may as well tell her she was in for a light and boring, if not non existent, conversation with him – if it was conversation that she was looking for that was!
Shut up! She’s a gorgeous girl and you’re sat here thinking about what Yvain said about her being a man eater. She’s not jumped on you! For once just be yourself!.
He was, but it was his shy self, and not Sir Lucan who found it easy to crack jokes every time awkward moments like this happened. Perfect timing.
He turned back to her, managing to give her a cheeky smile to lighten the mood. He now felt it impossible to not look at her anymore, she was just stunning. Why on earth she’d chosen to talk to him was beyond his own imagination. He could even see Yvain’s jaw burning a hole through the floor. Obviously his friend had been expecting him to either faint or have run by now. But no – something was keeping Lucan from doing that.
“You’ve probably heard this all before, but you are looking very beautiful tonight my lady”. Immediately Lucan felt a little embarrassed and looked back down at his cape again.
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Post by lucan on May 26, 2011 4:43:08 GMT -5
It felt as though they’d been locked up for years. The hours passing by in a dreary haze of confusion, torment and betrayal. The one question was playing on everyone’s lips. How could she? How could she of all people turn against those who she was closest too – including the man who had raised her? The cell itself was crammed. There wasn’t anywhere to hardly move. Lucan had kept himself huddled in one corner, away from everyone else who was sitting on the floor with just the silence for company.
They’d come and taken Sir Leon and other friends to be killed unless they pledged their allegiance to Morgana. Luc knew that no one would, and then day he would bow down to her would be the day he was pushed into his resting place six feet under. They hadn’t killed the knights. Morgana had ordered that innocent townspeople were to be slaughtered instead. For once he was glad to be in the cell, he couldn’t deal with watching what his friends had to. They’d been returned to their cells – lord only knew what Morgana would do to them next, but it wouldn’t be pretty.
He scratched the back of his neck and leant his head back against the wall. He hoped that Arthur was somewhere trying to figure how to break them all out. It wouldn’t surprise him – Arthur wasn’t only a prince who needed his kingdom back in his own hands, but a friend who would need all the help he could get in achieving this.
The door to the cell opened and in walked two of the guards. Vacant, expressionless and soulless were just a few of the words that Lucan could come up with to sum them up. He rolled his eyes as they headed over to him, ignoring the protests of the others. They couldn’t escape, even if they wanted to. Their paths were blocked by a group standing outside the cell. They wanted him, of course they did. Someone always seemed to want his blood one way or another.
“Hello boys” Lucan grinned up at them, “Looking for me?”
They said nothing. This was expected.
“Where are you taking him!” He heard Sir Yvain ask. Of course he was met with no reply, “Luc!” he called as he and the others watched on, eyes wide.
“See you on the other side guys!” Luc called back, trying to keep their spirits as high as possible, they needed it at a time like this – even if it wouldn’t be accepted. The guards practically dragged him through the hallways and then into the throne room. It was barely recognisable.
“I must say interior design isn’t really your forte” Lucan looked around the room and wrinkled his nose, his eyes then coming to rest on the woman who was there before him.
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Timeline: S3 – The Coming of Arthur II
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Post by lucan on May 22, 2011 11:12:14 GMT -5
At least Arthur trusted him. In his words Lucan knew that the prince was only trying to protect him and the others from the wrath of Catrina. "And I know this is difficult. Everything is very delicate right now though. It is best not to do anything to provoke her."
“Define the word 'provoking'” Lucan grinned, “Does this mean that I can’t remove that poker from her?”.
It looked as though that Arthur was contemplating the idea of Luc being his spy. It would come at a price but would gain more advantages for Arthur right now rather than anymore disadvantages. Lucan was more than prepared to let his head roll for it, hence why he’d suggested it in the first place. "I fear it is putting you at a great risk,"
“Im a knight – I take risks everyday of my life, this is no different a situation to all the others that I’ve dealt with”. To him it wasn’t anyway. "But it's better than you saying something to her," Arthur was now finishing. At least he agreed. Lucan smiled and gave a small bow of his head. “We’d best get to work then”.
Arthur was now talking about how he didn’t want the others losing their positions either. Lucan was about to open his mouth when he spotted some guards just about to walk past. Waiting until they’d moved on and out of the square he turned back to Arthur and lowered his voice, “If I wasn’t certain then you wouldn’t be standing here having this conversation. We all know what Catrina is capable of – well…now we do, but it’s times like this when rank and positions don’t tend to cross your mind. Well, not in mine anyway – I’ve barely anything lose” except his life perhaps but he’d cross that bridge should he ever come to it.
With the deal sealed, Lucan then moved on. “We will need a certain day, place and time to meet – if im seen sneaking around so many times then questions will be raised. We need somewhere where no one will bother us.” He was starting to like this whole idea of being an Undercover Knight. “The others cannot know about what is going on but I shall tell them what you have told me”. At least they would have faith that Arthur was still trying his best to find a way around the situation.
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Post by lucan on May 22, 2011 10:49:08 GMT -5
Lucan chuckled at Arthur’s reply. Finally he could breathe again. “Someone’s watching over you I think” he gave his typical Lucan smirk and made himself comfortable in the chair next to Arthur’s bed. “Quite a few of the guys had their doubts when we carried you back – said that it would be too late…” this had made Lucan even more angry when their opinions were voiced to him. “I told them differently”
On Arthur’s comment about the candle blowing, Lucan looked up from where he was staring aimlessly at his lap, and frowned. “It doesn’t?” he asked, and then shook his head. “I know im not the most typical knight, and im pretty sure that when I blew that flame out that most of the people in the courtyard thought the same – but I do know where my place is” he told Arthur, "But I do appreciate it," came Arthur’s reply. “Im glad” Lucan nodded, “Really – if you had died then like I said in the forest, I would have never forgiven myself for it”
On the subject of the mystery girl? Well now that made Lucan laugh, “Is she now” he looked to the door just incase she came back at the wrong moment, “and I hope that was all she did – a man in your condition doesn’t need to be killed anymore than he already has been – or in this case, nearly has been”. Lucan had seen Morgana’s handmaiden before, now that Arthur had confirmed who she was. Gwen? Was that her name? Even so he hadn’t ever spoken to her. He noted a look on Arthur’s face though and wrinkled his nose.
“aaaaaand there it is...” he gave a knowing look to his friend, “The crazy smitten googly eyes”. Obviously the girl had said something that had made Arthur smile.
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Post by lucan on May 18, 2011 14:54:34 GMT -5
Lucan’s thoughts of the past year had slowly taken over his mind whilst everyone else partied around him. He swirled the red liquid around in his cup and ran a hand through his hair. He was usually the type to get up and have a laugh with his friends, but now he just felt tired.
A voice jolted him from his thoughts and he looked up, eyes meeting with a woman’s. A WOMAN!!! And it was Lady Camila – the girl that Yvain had spoken of earlier. Oh no – what if Yvain was right and she was a man eater??!! Luc knew he wouldn't survive being able to look at her let alone striking up a conversation. And she wanted to sit next to him? Him? Him of all people! Lucan couldn’t be sure if this was a blessing or torture.
Lucan shuffled over slightly, “Oh, err…yes”, even her gracefully elegance and beauty were enough to knock him stone cold dead to the ground. And thankfully he wasn’t hyperventilating yet. He looked across the room and saw Yvain give him the thumbs up on noticing the pair. Lucan wanted to send another gesture his way, but it was too inappropriate to do so in the presence of royalty and the court.
“You’re…. you’re Lady Camila?” he managed to allow the words to stumble freely out, he didn’t look at her, he couldn’t – he was so shy he even amazed himself sometimes. Nothing-unusual there then.
He could feel his chest aching slightly, unsure as to whether it was his heart just banging away out of fear or anticipation. It felt as though the wall had crushed him again (one experience that hadn’t been pleasant and that he wouldn’t be repeating again – oh well, he’d done it out of duty of course). He slowly looked over at her, his eyes meeting hers again and on that, he broke the gaze.
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Post by lucan on May 16, 2011 14:57:52 GMT -5
The return of Lady Morgana itself was cause for celebration – the fact that she was alive and well sparked the end of a yearlong search for the King’s beloved ward.
Lucan was currently trying to drink as much of the night away as he could. Many of his friends were already chatting away to the available female courtiers and the young knight was now left to fend for himself. He studied the ever disappearing contents of his goblet – they weren’t even halfway through the evening yet and already he was considering getting an early night. To top it all off, he was on an early morning patrol.
“You look incredibly jovial” Sir Yvain sat down next to him and studied the turnout, “lot of people here eh?”
“Lady Morgana is well loved by everyone – it’s only natural that they should come and celebrate her return, besides – aren’t you happy that she’s safe and well?” Luc frowned
At this Yvain shrugged and then gave a small smirk, “Ah look, the Lady Camila is on the prowl for her next victim already – pretty little thing isn’t she?”
Lucan glanced to where Yvain was looking and then looked back into his cup with a ‘hmmm’. He wasn’t that interested in girl spotting with his friend this evening. “Indeed”
“You should go and say hi” Yvain slapped him on the back, “You need a woman, she wants victims, match made in heaven”
“Im sure she’s not that bad” Lucan snorted
“You’d be incredibly lucky if she even noticed you, let alone came over to talk to you – has every man at court wrapped around her little finger that one” Yvain smirked still watching the lady in question, “anyway, I’ll leave you to drown your sorrows – cheer up Luc, it might never happen”
“In my world it most likely wont” Lucan snorted. Both he and Yvain knew that he couldn’t even talk to a woman. He watched his friend head over to talk to a few other knights. A servant handed him another drink, which he took gratefully and continued to scan the hall. It was defiantly going to be a long evening!
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Post by lucan on May 15, 2011 14:03:43 GMT -5
“I shall strive to do but I must admit that may be a rather difficult task seeing as how you do not seem comfortable in my presence.”
These words had caught him off guard. He was being waaaaaaaaaaaaay too obvious so it seemed. He hesitated for a second, wondering how to put it in a way that wouldn’t offend. “I…er…well, im not exactly a ladies man” he said as bluntly as possible.
He knew that she was watching his every movement like a hawk. What was it with women and staring? He was only allowed to do that at feasts and such! They would be out of reach but at least he could still admire the view. He wished that he were more relaxed. He had no idea why he was like this – personally he blamed his childhood in that aspect, had his mother still been around then perhaps she could have given him guidance.
“I thank you for your warning Lucan but trouble seems to have a way of following me no matter how I watch my back.”
He frowned at this, “What kind of trouble?” he asked slowly, “because if that man has been following you then tell me and I’ll make sure he knows whom he is dealing with”
Her next question was yet another thing that she’d noticed. Faint! Of course he was faint! He was talking! To a girl! He’d never got this far before without fainting so this was an achievement in his book! “Im fine, it’s a hot day” he stated, chain mail wasn’t the most comfortable garment in this heat. It was a human oven. Now she was asking why he wasn’t looking at her! Oh dear, here came the foot in mouth disease again. “I, well – erm…not really” he mumbled, “Not that I think you’re ugly because you’re not!” he quickly added, hoping that she wasn’t offended by his words, “you’re quite pretty to be honest”.
He gave himself a mental kick. Well-done Luc, a nice way to kick off an awkward conversation. “It’s fine – really…im just an ass”, he told her as they walked a little way some more – turning down a side street. He had to patrol these too, just incase there was any magic going on out of the sight of others. Thankfully there was no one down this street, all except for Lucan himself…AND A GIRL!
Ok, breathe – this wasn’t torture, but for Lucan it was a little awkward, given the fact that this was the most he’d actually spoken to a girl in his whole life.
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Post by lucan on May 13, 2011 13:08:15 GMT -5
Lucan rushed through the hallways. Arthur was alive. He lived! Thank god for that! As soon as he’d blown out his candle in the courtyard, people had begun to notice and mutter. Lucan knew why though – they thought him disrespectful to have done such as thing when the prince wasn’t even dead yet. Lucan knew the truth though.
He skidded through the doors to the prince’s chambers and almost tripped over his cloak in the process. “Arthur” he sighed with relief on seeing the prince fully conscious. “Thank god, we thought we’d lost you”.
Realising he still had the candle in his hand he looked at it, shook his head quickly and then tossed it over his shoulder. “Bloody thing” he muttered, “of all the things in the world that we could pay respect to you with and all we’re told to do is light a candle – makes you feel appreciated eh?” He smirked, “Is it too cliché to ask how you’re feeling?”
Luc took the vacant seat next to Arthur’s bed. “Merlin came and told me you were awake, I think I annoyed a few people by blowing out my candle” then something hit him, he’d seen someone leaving Arthur’s chambers as he’d sprinted down the hallway, “and im sure I saw a servant girl leaving as I arrived here – you don’t hang about do you” he joked, knowing that Arthur wouldn’t take offence. The pair of them could insult one another for hours on the training field and still be like brothers. That was what Lucan liked about Arthur’s attitude. He could take a joke and act like any other man, and not be turning his nose up at them.
“So come on then” he sat back and made himself comfortable, “who was she and what was she doing in here?”
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Post by lucan on May 10, 2011 14:32:02 GMT -5
A candle! A candle of all things! What use was a candle to ease the pain of such a devastating experience! All he wanted to do to this sodding candle right now was snap it in half with anger.
They’d ridden back quickly to Camelot and carried Arthur to his chambers so as he could be treated. It wasn’t looking good and it seemed as though he was growing weaker by the hour.
Lucan had gone to visit him during one evening, coming face to face with Gauis. He smiled weakly. “How is he?” he asked. The physician was still pottering about. Lucan only hoped he had something else up his sleeve that would make Arthur magically jump up well again. Gauis said nothing, but instead gave him a look that told him all that he needed to know.
He was dying – slowly but surely. Lucan gave Gauis a small nod so as he knew that they were on the same line of thinking.
His heart had sunk even further when he was told that a vigil would be held in the courtyard. “A candle!” he grumbled, “What use is a candle when the prince is dying! I couldn’t give a rats tail if it’s meant to be symbolic – it’s not exactly helping Arthur is it?!”
At first Lucan had refused to take part, but then had come to realise that should he not be present, then it would make people think he wasn’t upset at all.
Now he was stood out in a darkened courtyard with just the candlelight for comfort – or not. Lucan was still kicking himself about it all. He should’ve been there; he should’ve protected Arthur.
He dreaded to think what was to happen now. With the prince gone, no heir and a broken hearted king; the future of Camelot wasn’t exactly looking like a fresh meadow. It pained Luc to think that Arthur wouldn’t be there to guide them, to make sardonic comments about who was fighting like a girl in training, or to push him into a girl just so as he could talk to her (well just Lucan anyway). Everything was lost. Everyone was lost. The Kingdom was at a loss.
He then saw Merlin scurrying down the steps and heading over to where he was. He looked rushed and as though he had something important to tell. Oh no, this looked like bad news.
“Merlin?” he frowned, “What is it? What’s happened? Is Arthur…”
He was cut off as Merlin took him aside and told him of what had happened.
Lucan looked down at his candle and then up at the Prince’s window. He pouted his lips together, and blew out the flame.
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Post by lucan on May 8, 2011 12:35:16 GMT -5
Never seen Morgana? Of course! He wouldn’t have ever seen Morgana before because he’d only just come to the castle himself! Lucan began to describe her.
“Tall, Slim, dark hair and the eyes of daggers that can kill just by looking at you” he sighed, “She never used to be so…” so what? Murderous? Vicious? Uncontrollable?
“Evil” he finished. That was the only word that could sum her up right now. Lucan couldn’t even remember the image of Morgana now. She seemed to be quite vague in his mind, which was surprising as it had only been a mere few hours since he’d last set eyes on her.
Sir? He was a knight too? It wouldn’t have surprised Lucan if Arthur had knighted the new additions to the party in the dungeons earlier. He knew that he would’ve done the same if it meant showing loyalty and fighting for Camelot. These men seemed to have all of the criteria.
“Well then Sir Percival, Camelot is lucky to have you and the others on board – right now we need all the finest men we can get”. He told him.
It was true; Lucan didn’t even want to see how many townspeople were left. Morgana had slaughtered quite a few when she’d arranged a line of Knights in the courtyard for some target practice – instead, turning on the people. Sir Leon had been one of them to take the stand when that had all unfolded. Lucan hadn’t yet spoken with him; there had been no time to. He was the second in command so therefore he’d be with Arthur or off with another group hunting for any signs of Morgana.
“It was good to actually take a swipe at them – immortal or not, I’ve been wanting to break free from that dungeon and do something way above my duty for days. A bit hard when you have a lunatic and her army of immortals watching your every move behind bars – not that there was anywhere tomove, there were quite a few of us crammed into the same cell”.
He turned to him, “Come on, follow me – you’ll soon find your way around here, it’s a bit of a maze at first”. He didn’t know how he was keeping in good spirits at this dull time, but he needed to look on the bright side. They’d won back Camelot.
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Post by lucan on May 8, 2011 11:07:13 GMT -5
It had all been very bleak for a time or two. Lucan had spent most of his time locked away in the dudgeons with his friends – curtsey of the newly crowned Queen Morgana of Camelot. He’d always held onto some hope that Arthur would know what to do, and hadn’t been surprised when he’d turned up at the castle with a small group of helpers in tow to win back his kingdom. Lucan had only been too glad to start fighting again. Morgana and Morgause’s men were impossible to beat. Immortal infact.
Lucan didn’t recognise any of the faces that had come along with Arthur. Only one who was Gwaine? Lucan didn’t protest at any of these men coming along. They were on Arthur’s side and had his trust. Therefore they had Lucan’s trust too. The knight knew that Arthur knew what he was doing.
Now that Camelot had been won back, Lucan knew that these men were going to be there to stay.
The knight now found himself walking the corridors – they were searching for Morgana incase she was still in the castle or grounds. She’d managed to bring part of the great hall crashing down apparently. Lucan hadn’t seen it yet but knew that there would be people working to clear the rubble and find her, should she be there dead or alive. It hurt to think that once upon a time he’d bowed down to her – everyone had. The first lady of Camelot. The loving ward. Now things were different. That year she’d been missing had certainly changed her for the worst. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. The shock was still sinking in for everyone. He couldn’t imagine what was going on in Arthur’s mind at the moment.
He searched a few empty rooms and sighed. If they didn’t find her amongst the rubble in the great hall then he had no idea what was to happen regarding Morgana then.
As he headed down another hallway he saw at the end someone. He vaguely recognised the man. He’d been the tall guy in the sleeveless chain mail that’d fought in the dungeons with them earlier. He was strong and determined – a very skilled fighter from what Luc had managed to observe when he wasn’t on the verge of being killed by one of Morgana’s men. Lucan didn’t know his name, but if the description of ‘brotherhood’ was anything to go by, then he should rightfully introduce himself and offer any help if needed.
“No sign of Morgana then” Luc began as he neared him. “Need any help?”
He then extended his hand so as his newly found friend could shake it. “Im Sir Lucan by the way – I saw you fighting earlier, you’ve got some strength on you I must say” he grinned.
Tagged: Percival Timeline: A few hours after the S3 finale ending Setting: Starts off in The Hallways (but will most likely move around the castle |
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Post by lucan on May 8, 2011 10:57:26 GMT -5
Lucan looked to Merlin as they walked back to where they’d tied up the horses. Lionel and the others were carrying Arthur. Merlin told Lucan all about how the Prince had swung for the beast giving it a mortal blow, but was stuck but it when doing so.
“I knew it!” Lucan cursed to himself; “I should’ve gone in there with you! We all knew what the beast was capable of!”
He was beating himself up inside. He wasn’t going to say it in front of the others but Arthur had been foolish to go in there alone with Merlin in the first place. If the whole group had gone they would’ve stood more of a chance! He looked over his shoulder where the others were walking as quickly as they could. “How is he doing?” he asked. Stupid question really – how the hell did he think he was doing! He wasn’t lying down on the job and counting daisies for crying out loud! He had been mortally wounded! Well that was what the questing beast was supposed to give. Lucan hoped that the myth was wrong.
“Still breathing, but it’s not looking good Luc, the wound looks incredibly deep, and what did the court physician say about…” Lionel, ever the optimist, began.
“Don’t!” Lucan held up his hand at the thought. “Just don’t – we need to stay positive, for Arthur’s sake. And that means picking up the pace and getting him back to Camelot rather than dawdling and checking out the view”
“He’s really heavy Luc” Lionel cut in
“Then just as well we’re near the horses then isn’t it” Lucan said, teeth gritted. “Care to sit down for a rest after Sir Lionel?”
Lionel said nothing, just as Lucan had suspected. “I didn’t think so” Lucan told him, slight anger present in his tone.
They managed to load Arthur over a horse. Merlin would ride on the same one with him to keep an eye on him. It was then that silence fell over the group for the first time since the hunt, as they mounted their horses, ready for ride back.
“Come on Arthur – don’t die on us now” Lucan told himself over and over in his mind.
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Post by lucan on May 6, 2011 12:45:04 GMT -5
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Post by lucan on May 4, 2011 14:10:16 GMT -5
Arthur must’ve heard him call himself weak, because now he was saying that by being out here he was anything but that. He snorted when Arthur mentioned that Merlin was an exception. “If I didn’t know you any better I’d say that you secretly like him and his company”. Merlin wasn’t that bad, well from what he’d seen of him anyway. Usually he was trailing along after Arthur and being shouted at for most of the time, Lucan hadn’t actually spoken to him – not even as they were out now.
He shook his head at Arthur’s suggestion. “It will be a waste of time and you know it. I’ll end up doing something stupid like falling over my cloak or not saying anything at all – really, im fine as I am – with or without a woman” he chuckled. “Besides, there are very few women at court who want me – they’re all after you” he gave the prince a knowing look. This was true. Given that Arthur was a prince and did come with a lot of advantages then lots of women rallied around him. Lucan was glad about this as it gave him the chance just to sit and stare at them, without actually having to make any conversation.
Now they were going to play follow the leader – the trail was becoming clearer than before, and with the noises that were being heard, Lucan knew it was around there somewhere. He still couldn’t get over that Arthur was going to take one route with Merlin – surely it would be wiser to go with a group?
“Him?! Arthur, im sorry but he can’t even pick up a sword let alone wield one! How on earth can he protect you? How can he help you protect yourself?” Lucan asked. He didn’t like this plan at all. Arthur and everyone here knew that Merlin wasn’t a knight, nor was he able to defend himself in combat. Well, it seemed that way. He nodded at Arthur’s words, “Im serious – agreement or not” he stated, “good luck”.
With a small smile he headed off in the direction that the first group had gone to. They almost managed to kill him as he stumbled on through the forest, thinking that he could’ve been the questing beast. Thankfully Lucan had managed to avoid Sir Lionel’s blow. “What do you think you’re doing!” he hissed
“Sorry Luc, we thought you were the beast”
“Do I LOOK like the beast?!” he replied with annoyance in his tone. If Lionel’s aim was any better then he would’ve been dead by now.
Lionel smirked and they carried on. “Arthur wants us to take this route – it leads to the opposite end of where the cave is – that way if it’s already exited before Arthur and Merlin can find it, then we’ll find it a lot more easily.” Lucan explained.
“Great” Lionel mused, “Merlin?! He took…”
Lucan stopped him, “I already raised my concerns but if Arthur knows what he’s doing, then I trust his judgement”
“I just hope he knows what he’s doing” Lionel sighed.
The group carried on, Lucan leading them in the direction that Arthur had instructed them to head. So far there was no sign of the beast or Arthur and Merlin. If that thing was in the cave then…
A loud screeching sound interrupted his thoughts. He held up his hand and the group stopped. Stuck to the spot. They looked around, swords at the ready. The screech had sounded as clear as day. It also sounded painful in Lucan’s mind, and it came from the direction of…
Oh no…the cave!
“Come on!” he called and set off in the direction of the cave. “Arthur!” he yelled as they grew nearer, “Arthur!”.
They hadn’t seen the questing beast leave so that made him worry even more. If it were still in there then Arthur and Merlin would most likely be too. Hopefully not dead.
Lucan then heard a voice from inside the cave, shouting for help. Swearing that it belonged to Merlin, he and the others immediately headed on inside. There he was met with the scene that he’d feared the most.
The Prince lying motionless on the ground.
“Get him up now!” he yelled on seeing the blood that was now seeping out of the wound he’d just spotted.
Never mind whether the beast was dead or not, they had to get him back to Camelot, and fast.
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