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Post by Alistair on Oct 4, 2010 23:59:00 GMT -5
::Alistair::
Alistair had not planned that far ahead when he started fighting back. Part of him had assumed that at some point, one of them would have to die. Mostly the saw Uther as the one he fought against; but he saw Arthur as the son who would become his father. Or he had saw him that way; he was here because she had told him other wise. "You assumed that I thought this would end one day." For it to end, Uther had to die and Arthur either had to prove Dora right or become his father . . . and then die.
"You can stand there and be upset because I kidnapped a few people and returned them unharmed?" He asked, knowing that if his father had gotten his hands on a druid then the 'unharmed' part would not be the same. They'd be dead. If evils were done to them, it was the end of the world but they over looked their own evils in favor of breakfast in bed?
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Post by Alistair on Oct 4, 2010 23:39:41 GMT -5
::alistair::
Alistair noticed the little brat did not look afraid and it annoyed him. He should have done something more dramatic, like brought Vaughn, or found out who Arthur's girl was and taken her along with him. Alistair did not wish to frighten some noble girl or princess, but he wanted to strike a little fear into the prince. It would be good for him. "I had not planned on it coming to this, but this will make a fine ending." Because after this, he was done attacking Camelot. he was going home; to Gwent. He was getting his woman, and fighting against a new much more subtle enemy. Her father.
"This time, we both know who the other really is." He said in effort to bring up their last meeting. The one that had served as the catalyst that pushed him over the edge. The king had hunted his people, killed his parents and was still ruining families; when the prince and him crossed paths in the woods it had been the straw that broke the levy. Alistair fully planned to ask him how is father was at some point.
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Post by Alistair on Oct 4, 2010 23:17:59 GMT -5
::Alistair::
Hearing the young prince about to enter, Alistair lifted the cross bow in his hands and aimed it at the entrance . . . .
A Few Hours Earlier
It was funny how if you walked around like you belonged how everyone assumed your did; and all you needed was a few simple knight like clothing. The tunic, for example, could be found on any close-line drying in the morning sun. It had been a few weeks since he had meet Isadora on the side of the road taken by Cenred's men, and then taken her home safe and sound. During that time she had put an idea in his head; and one that would not ago away any time soon. So in order to test his fate, he would attempt one last act as Alistair the druid who fought against Camelot.
He would put his faith in Dora's words, and see for him self.
Their were tents up everywhere and it was not hard to learn which one belonged to the young prince. He slipped into it and waited; and waited; and waited for him to show up. After what seemed like hours he heard him approach. Hearing the young prince about to enter, Alistair lifted the cross bow in his hands and aimed it at the entrance. He remained very still until the prince was inside the tent, "Now your highness, don't do anything rash." He warned as a greeting.
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Post by Alistair on Oct 2, 2010 20:52:54 GMT -5
I have a new favorite character on the show. It's Gwaine, the drunken knight. I would insert spoiler here, but I will spare the non-spoiler peeps; and just say that I hope he comes back again and again.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 29, 2010 12:52:47 GMT -5
You might think she was under used in the first ep, but in ep 3 she got allot of screen time and from the looks of it; ep four she will be getting more then just screen time: www.farfarawaysite.com/merlin/season3/promo/3004/promo1.htm
Bring we are seeing photos of Gwaine in later eps; I want to stay he will be sticking around. ALSO I think I found a spoiler pic of Lancelot from the last ep of S3:
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Post by Alistair on Sept 29, 2010 12:42:44 GMT -5
Congrats to everyone! Vaughn your such a prev. That quote out of context & coming from a thread with three guys is just prevy, even for you.
Congrats Princess . . . Isadora. 
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Post by Alistair on Sept 28, 2010 22:50:30 GMT -5
::Alistair::
Alistair walked in with Haldir and felt just as out of place as he always did in large crowds. While he had grown better since both Vaughn and Isadora had taken strong rolls in his life over a year ago, he still felt unsure in crowds. He sat down at the table the feary had picked out and noticed him looking around. "Your going to get us in a fight, my friend. Try to think of something else."
Alistair had come to see both Haldir and Maeve as friends, while he 'visited' their home realm. Maeve because of her unwavering faith in everyone and everything (how to hate that?), and Haldir because he wasn't. Haldir was more down to earth (ironic), and Alistair could relate to the man better.
He had not seen Haldir in a few weeks, as he had been with Isadora in the woods, until just the day before. When he returned her to Gwent; he found Haldir and Maeve waiting for him. . . And Marc.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 28, 2010 0:48:21 GMT -5
::Alistair::
"Because he is about to die." He told her, her a calm and deep voice for a man of 19. He looked right at her, and while most people might have wondered what prison he had just escaped from he was being honest. He had saw the man die in his dreams and saw this woman cry over his body. Alistair did not often have to deal with people, so he did was not aware that he was being to straight forward.
He had seem the man walking thought the town; and getting pulled into a darken ally. He would be injured, and left for dead as the men robbed him. If that was not enough, he knew that they would take notice of something he had one him. While he could not see what it was, they seemed more then willing to beat information out of the dying man about whatever it was.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 28, 2010 0:26:55 GMT -5
::Alistair::
Alistair looked away from Vaughn and at the people walking around, setting up for their big parties. He thought back to his meeting with the prince and his fist balled up, "The prince thinks he is better then everyone else. My plan is to embarrass him, and the royals in such a way that they can't hide it." The party would be perfect for that. With so many eyes from other lands here, they would be unable to hide what he would do.
"I am going to ransom one of their own." he said, making up his plan as he went along. kidnapping would mean, they would look incompetent. It would cost them gold, pride, and would send them a message. Gold would pay for Vaughn's part in this, and the rest could go to the poor Druids who, the king was hunting. He had not come back to Camelot, with the goal in mind of doing something this dramatic; but fate had stepped in. It did not help that he was not getting sleep thanks tot he newest round of death dreams. "I am not sure which one yet."
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Post by Alistair on Sept 27, 2010 23:56:17 GMT -5
::Alistair::
Alistair was not a coward, and he dismounted his horse, grabbed his bow and took a few steps closer to the idiot king. He then pulled an arrow from it's holder and took aim. "Drop your sword, or your son will officially become king of this kingdom." His voice was deep, calm and deadly serious. He was not joking, he would shoot the king if he had to. In the leg, or thigh or somewhere to make sure he could not run away!
He watched the king closely, waiting for some sign of a fight or flight reaction. He was not going to chase him down, he would just shoot him and let him go down tired. "Now, drop your sword, and give Vaughn your armor, and tunic."
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Post by Alistair on Sept 25, 2010 20:30:39 GMT -5
Alistair was watching the fight with interest, and noticed when something turned the tables for Anton. Magic. Alistair could not use magic, for he lacked the training and the will to learn; but he knew it when he saw it. As a seer, he was bound by that magic however and it was apart of him like his hand was apart of him.
When Anton looked up Alistair, he finally spoke. "You don't want to Camelot, Unless you want to loose you head." He told her, "We are not magic friendly." He was pretending to be Arthur, so he was speaking as if he was Arthur. Alistair put his dagger up, but did not move closer to the man. He did not trust him with a blade open.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 22, 2010 23:47:14 GMT -5
OH, she is really about to kill him now. *refers to most recent post* She will be out for blood. Maeve will need to heal him again.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 22, 2010 22:15:53 GMT -5
Hey now, Princess, I at lest said in my post that Alistair was taking her deeper into the nothingness of Camelot. Not home. Your being kidnapped again, FYI, he is just not telling you. ((Actually, it's because he has not thought of it yet but he will)). He will take her home eventually, but since he can't tell where he is going anyway we can just get lost!
Thanks Maeve; You should add Mabon there.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 22, 2010 21:45:40 GMT -5
::Alistair::
She was right to put up her guard, for he could be someone evil. While he was young, at 19 he was tall and strong. Having reached his full height, and working for a living had made him appear to be a warrior. Alistair was not an expert fighting, at lest not with a sword but the two daggers he carried were sharp. He was learning to fight with them since they were lighter, easier to carry and he could move faster with them. Striking blows and bring down his attacker more readily then with a large, long, and heavy sword.
"Where is he?" Alistair asked, reliving he knew it was a male. He knew from his dreams at lest. He knew he had to warn her but he did not know if he should help her. He'd seen her face however, when her 'friend' died. He wasn't sure if he could not help; but he was no man's hero.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 22, 2010 21:35:56 GMT -5
::Alistair::
Alistair felt a head on his head and he opened his eyes. Maeve. He looked up at her for a long moment, wondering how everything came to be. He had seen her over ten years ago, and she still looked like she had then. He knew she had said she would not age, but knowing it and seeing it were two very different things. He only recalled spots of details about everything since he got shot but he seemed to recall her telling him he was in her world.
He just looked up at her, silently watching her trying to figure out why she had gone so far to help him. Why save him? Why risk everything to bring him here? What goal would this serve her? He knew some people in this world (or the other world) did things just to be nice but as he thought only moments ago; knowing and seeing were two very different things. He slowly lifted his hand to rest it on his chest, as if trying to see if it was all there, or at lest rub the spot where it ached.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 22, 2010 18:44:00 GMT -5
 (Click To Enlarge)
I am not sure if this is official (even with the watermark at the bottom) but it was fun to see. Caerleon is even on there in the upper left corner, which I assume is the same as Isadora's Gwent (which in my posts I said it was south west of Camelot, and this map makes it North East! Ha!). Cenred, and Mercia is on here as well (I think we have an OC Princess from there?)
After finding this I googled around, and found some other versions of the same map, so it makes me think it's official. But who knows. (Map with images)
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Post by Alistair on Sept 21, 2010 0:46:14 GMT -5
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Alistair had so many questions and so little breath to ask them with. Feary realm? He turned his head to look out the window again for a moment before closing his eyes. His head hurt, and his chest hurt, and he wasn't sure that they were connected. He drifted off to sleep for some time. When he awakened again his head was clearer, butt he pain was sharper.
Even so, it was easier to handle. While before his head had felt like everything was happening underwater, very slow, not everything was sharper thanks to the pain. He closed his eyes but he was awake. He just worked on breathing evenly. Thought about Her. With that thought his eyes flew open, and he was more aware of the 'feary realm'. He wanted to stand up, and move his legs but nothing would work. He could move them, but the pain would stop him before he got an inch. For now it seemed, he was stuck here. Not that the view was not breath taking (no pun meant) but he was not used to being in a bed, much less not being able to get out of one.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 20, 2010 23:25:36 GMT -5
::Alistair::
He was safe here? Where the hell was here? "Here?" He questioned, finding that was an important question. He had seen many places over his travels but none like this. Everything looked too different. Cleaner, and . . . he lacked the words to explain this place, even in his head. He had only see a bit of it, from the large window on the other side but the part he had seen was enough to tell him, he wasn't in Camelot anymore.
He felt very winded, and felt like he had to work for each breath he took. His chest hurt like a bitch and he was rather surprised to be alive. He thought of the Princess, and knew that while he was dieing he had seen her. Wanted to see her again. That stupid vow he made her father was going to be broken as soon as he got his hands on her. This was stupid, he loved her and he was going to go find her. . . . When he caught his breath.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 20, 2010 19:54:07 GMT -5
::Alistair::
He opened his eyes and noticed that it was brighter then the thought hell would be. It took a few moments for him to realize he was not dead. Part of him thought he recalled the Princess being there but the air held no scent of her. Her perfume was something a man never forgot. He was looking around for a moment before someone forced feed him something cool and wet. He chocked it down and it cause his chest to move.
Pain shoot thought him and he blacked out for a few more hours. When he awoke up, later he felt weak but knew he was alive. But where was he? Looking around to see what little he could, he noticed the place was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The architecture alone was something you had to stare at for hours. Where was he?! He looked on the other side him of, seeking out some sign of where--- "Maeve?" He asked upon seeing her, though the one word was enough to wind him.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 18, 2010 22:49:29 GMT -5
::Alistair::
At some point, be began to feel a few things again and hear words that he did not know the meaning of. He felt a hand on his, but as locked in his dreams as he was he could not tell much other then it was smaller then his. There was only one who he wanted at this point, and he had some mindless hope that it was her; and he felt was anger at her as well. Why was she on this battle field?! "Princess, leave this place!" he muttered, very softly for he lacked the strength for more.
He gripped the hand in his, in a death grip, countering his words. As much as he wanted her safe, and any child she might be caring of his safe with her; no man wanted to die alone. He could feel things, moving and turning in his chest and he gripped the hand harder even while he knew she should not. "Princess" He muttered, before more darkness came for him.
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