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Post by Alistair on Sept 18, 2010 22:39:58 GMT -5
::Alistair::
Alistair stared at her as she stared at him. He debated still on walking away from knew that unless he stopped it the dreams would only get worse and worse. He watched her for a long moment before he noticed she was alone. Where was the other? She was not the one who died in his dream, it was the male.
Not quite sure how to began such a conversation, and only half sure he even wanted to he gave a nod of his head in greeting before speaking up. "Are you traveling alone?" He wondered if he should have started from hello, but he had not thought of that before hand. "I thought there was another." He knew there was. Maybe she had not meet the man yet, or he was her husband and was at their home?
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Post by Alistair on Sept 17, 2010 18:29:25 GMT -5
I found out Arthur gets turned into the donkey in ep 3 thanks to the goblin!
Also in an upcoming up 'Tom the miner' comes back in one of the first few eps.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 17, 2010 18:19:05 GMT -5
::Alistair::
The fight had been brutal. Alistair had been trying to make his way back to Gwent for months. Every time he completed one task another was laid in his path and he was unable to go back. Camelot had been attacked by a witch, then the ward of the king was taken, and to add to the kingdom's troubles a dragon the attacked the castle. Alistair would have been content to sit back and watch the city the king loved so much burn had then king not become predictable and sent all his knights to find his ward.
Like in his dream, every farm and home was turned upside down while the knights looked for her. Any druid found was dealt with according to the laws of the land. Which meant the family's that had not left needed to get escorted out, or moved deeper into safe ground. Camps and villages needed to give up their farms and learn to live off the land in hiding. Alistair, and a few other supporters, seemed to get the job of helping them and fighting to slow down any knights on their trails.
That was what this battle had been. He'd known for a while that he might die in this, but he'd hoped to be able to change it. He did not fight with swords, but daggers, allowing him to move in quicker and with less force to bring down the attacker. He could also get around armor easier.
He had just fallen an knight, and turned to take on the next one. Before he could turn all the way however, an arrow had stuck him. It was not how one would think everything would happen. Nothing went quickly numb, and nor did he fall down instantly dead. Pain shot thought him, and he heard the sickening crack sounds as the arrow hit with enough force to break though one of his ribs. He fell to his knees, and began to see black spots in his eyes before he fell over to the ground.
He was not the best fighter in the world, but he was quick and he was smart. Neither would save him now. He knew in this moment, he was dead. He would never be able to get back to Gwent, never be able to break his promise to her father and seek her out. As he lay there on the ground, hearing the sounds of battle fade he could almost see her face above him, then everything went dark. Not the haunting darkness of death, there would be no peace for the seer. Visions took over, and he was locked in a another vision so horrific that it made what could be his last moment worse then any hell about to come. He did not even feel someone moving or lifting him. He was locked in his sleep unable to awaken.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 16, 2010 0:40:52 GMT -5
 There are four people who are a part of Alistair's life. Even then none of them are constantly there. That is Vaughn, the little devil on his shoulder who gets him into more trouble then he can handle at times but is always there to laugh at him when he fails. Then there is Maeve, whom he has only meet a few times,but see's her as a strong ally in life. Thought with time, she could become more then a strong ally, she could become a close friend. Coming along next to her is Mae, a child whom he has meet a few times. During the Camelot's king search for his missing ward, Mae would become separated from her father. On his return to the mortal world, Alistair finds her on her own. Until he finds the missing Rilan, Alistair has taken Mae up. The Princess of Gwent. Having kidnapped her once, he has come to not only see her as a friend but a lover, and his everything. When he was mortally injured, and Maeve took him out of this world, he has gone a full year with out seeing her or knowing if she might be carrying his child. Upon his return; she will be the first one he wishes to see.          |
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Post by Alistair on Sept 15, 2010 23:05:06 GMT -5
::Alistair::
Location: What would one day be a major city in France
The city here was large and busy and put the 19 year old man out of sorts. He was not used to so many people, but he had been hired to help protect a merchant who traveled this way to sell good so he had little choice but to come into the city. The job was over now, and Alistair was walking the market to see if there were any sights he had to see before leaving. Mostly he would stop and exchange the coins he had for some foods, or clothing that he would need.
He had not slept well over the past few nights as the current vision he was having was growing stronger. There was a young man in the dream, who died by the hands of something he still could not see. Something dark and magical. There was a women there, crying over him.
Just as she was crossing his mind, he caught right of someone who did not look as if they quite fit in. His froze wile staring at her for a long moment. It was the girl from the dream. He almost walked away, as he was still trying to come to terms with his gift but he knew he could not. Moving slowly, he walked closer deciding to test the waters.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 14, 2010 22:18:44 GMT -5
Alistair heard him asking about near by places but was not truly hearing him. He was used to being out in the woods, and knew the sounds of someone approaching. It would turn out he was right, as for seemingly no reason the traveler was attacked.
Alistair stood where he was, not drawing a weapon as he watch the fight play out. He was trying to decide if he should help or not. For all he knew this was something that had been building up. "I take it he is not a friend." He commented, while watching the men fight it out. He drew a dagger out of his boot and watched him. He would let the man handle it, and if it looked as if he might loose he would step in then.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 14, 2010 22:12:32 GMT -5
::alistair::
"Do you hear that, Vaughn. He is going to have us executed for treason against a king we never swore loyalty too." Alistair spoke sounding more like Vaughn for a moment, rather then him self. His was the man who's men had killed his mother. His father. Alistair thought about killing the man were he stood but knew that would not help the druids, and besides she would hear of this.
He wanted his actions to carry more then the word murder in them. He wanted them to speak to both druids and Camelotians. "Your royal high-and-mightly-ness; I am Alistair the Druid. I'm already hunted from just being who I was born as. You can not kill me twice, though your welcome to try." He was damned if he did, and damned if he didn't. . . .
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Post by Alistair on Sept 14, 2010 22:06:32 GMT -5
::Alistair::
"Nothing for sure yet." He spoke angrily, not liking this place anymore. it was almost ironic how his first meeting with anyone in this place was the prince, and that it ended how it had. It was as if the fates were demanding he take action. So he would. He would do as they stars seemed to want him to do.
It was iconic that the young prince had told him so much before being outed. He would use the information ageist him. "Something soon." With all the other kingdoms where watching, he wanted Camelot as embarrassed as he had been. Tomorrow. He would do whatever he had planned to do tomorrow. "How well are you known here?" He asked.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 14, 2010 10:16:47 GMT -5
::alistair::
Give him a reason? Alistair heard the others coming, and he stood again. Taking a few steps back to give him self room to fight if this came to one. For some unexplainable reason, he knew that there was something amiss with this. His dreams were cretin, however the time frame they happened in were not. He usually could guess and know within a day when they would happen. "I will not. Doubt me if you like. It's not my life that ends when my 'friends' leave me."
If these men were from his dream then it meant it was happening faster, and it would not be dusk when it happened; but dawn. Soon they would encounter the witch who would kill just the one who stood here while the others abonnoned him to save their own lives. He was not going to convince the man of anything.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 13, 2010 21:01:09 GMT -5
::alistair::
Alistair knew the man was mocking him. Alistair just gave a shrug of his shoulders, as if he could care less and then sat back down by his small fire. He watched the man, not only because the man was armed and dangerous; not from any give a damn of the man's life. If this stranger did not heed his words, he would die.
Alistair had done his part, he had for warned him. For druids, that was more then enough. They did not often warn other non druids about things like this. Alistair only did so, because he felt he was betraying his gifts to not at lest warn the ones in his dreams.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 12, 2010 1:57:11 GMT -5
Dude, that guy in the 5th photo down, has some build to him. Do you know he is? Either in the show or the actor's name in real life? He looks like I might have seen him before but I can't place the face.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 10, 2010 22:29:59 GMT -5
::Alistair::
This far south from the kingdoms fighting to rid the world of magic, Alistair had not reason to hid what he was. Still, it was no easy for him to admit to his dreams. In the Druid world he was known as a Drabarno; or a seer. "Sometimes I know thing." He replied.
Alistair was not known for talking but nor did he plan to not warn the man. He looked up at the sky, judging the time before looking back at the man. "Tomorrow. When the sky starts to darker, you will be with a a few others. They will leave you. You will be killed." He told him VERY matter a factlly. He had been warned, he could do with it as he wished. Alistair's job was done. He was not here to play hero.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 10, 2010 22:20:02 GMT -5
::alistair::
Alistair did notice that Vaughn did not reply to his questions. Alistair was the type of man who thought things though. Who plotted and planned and played the game. Not who blindly lived for the moment. If he was hired for a job, especially like the ones he was hired to do on the mainlands, then he would plan it out.
He needed to know the answers to his questions, but he also knew he needed to take a moment and step back to think things out and explain things to Vaughn or he would get nothing out of him. "The prince seemed to enjoy mocking others. Making them look fools. I want to return the favor." He looked down at Vaughn, waiting for him to understand.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 10, 2010 21:41:08 GMT -5
::Alistair::
Alistair watched the man exit the maze and knew right away, it was the man in his dreams. He would die, either hours or a whole day from now, he would die. So it made the man's first words come out as a rather odd statement. Was he a druid to? He wore metal, which meant he might not be, unless it stolen.
"I could say the same for you." He replied, watching the man who was at lest five or more years younger then him. He wondered why the man was so dressed in metals when traveling this far into nothingness. Then again, he was fighting before he died in the dream, so maybe he expected trouble.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 10, 2010 21:21:21 GMT -5
It's tomorrow! I found some clips on-line, and it looked funny. Arthur was mocking Merlin in them both.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 10, 2010 21:04:13 GMT -5
Only druid encampments, but Alistair was not about to betray the location of them to a stranger. He gave a light shrug, in reply before replying. "What type of supplies do you need?" He might know of a non-Druid farm, or a smaller town that could trade with him. Most did not take coins unless they planned a trip into the city, or taxes were coming up.
As a man of the road, however, Alistair did not know when taxes were due or anything about them other then they beggared a man. How like a king, rich beyond his dreams, and still demand money from his starving underlings. Alistair began to feel the hairs on his neck stand, and knew they were being watch. Casually he turned so his back was against a tree, facing the city. He knew no one was coming up that way, and he did not want anyone seeking up behind him.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 10, 2010 20:58:59 GMT -5
::Alistair::
Alistair was in a rare mood of pure anger. It was not often that he came to displays of angry, as he was a very still and quite man. However, in these moments, he was displaying all the classic signs of rage and hurt pride.
He had avoided Camelot for how long, and then with in HOURS of his return the young, ass of a prince decided he would what?! TOY with him? My name is Leon! HA! Alistair entered the town, trying to think. He was not a people person, but he needed to see what sort of place this was. How best to insult the royal family. Return the favor!
That was when he saw Vaughn. Walking over to his, Alistair came to rest rather close. "Why are you here? Are you known in this area?" He needed to know how best to use Vaughn in his plans. Vaughn was his only 'friend'.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 10, 2010 20:49:59 GMT -5
::Alistair::
The dreams were becoming more clear. Whoever the man was in these dreams' was about die with in the next day. Alistair often had these dreams, and often could not stop them. he vaguely recalled his mother telling him once, that the more he knew someone, or the more their destines were intertwined the more he would see about them.
Alistair had not made friends in his travels. Currently, he was near the south water edge of the massive island which he was born on. There taking up the miles near the sea was the Labyrinth of Gedref. Alistair was not far from it, having just come from that area. He was rather glad he had found his way out, as he had been in there for a few hours. That place was madding, but safe if you wanted to hide.
Not that he was hiding. Alistair just liked the challenge. He sat down by his fire, and finished his meal he and caught in the sea (on one side of the maze). He felt the tiny hairs on his neck stand, and the slight sounds of metal bending, and rubbing together. . . . He was about to be attacked. Grabbing his two daggers, Alistair turned to face whoever was trying to come up behind him.
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Post by Alistair on Sept 8, 2010 21:13:42 GMT -5
Alistair wondered why Anton would revile his plans, but he also knew not everyone was plotting evil things so they had nothing to hide. He wondered how one wondered here but accident, but perhaps Camelot was only on the x list for Druids like himself, rather then every day honest folk.
"I think you might find it a bit hesitant with strangers about now." He warned the man, not wanting someone else to get blamed for his crimes. "The king was just kidnapped not long ago, and the knights seem to be out for blood."
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Post by Alistair on Sept 8, 2010 16:22:21 GMT -5
She kissed him and then pulled away. That was good enough for him? He took a step back from her and gave her a dramatic bow, one with a bit to much sarcasm, and lacking the respect that should go alone with the gesture but a bow none the less. He then walked bast her, so he was behind one of the buildings and reached over to pull her with him. "This is how you say goodbye to man, Princess."
This kiss was deep, slightly forceful and because he was loathe to let her go, his grip was tight and strong. He knew this was the last moment, the last kiss, the last touch. There would be no more any of.
After a long moment he pulled away. "Go." He said, knowing if she did not walk away right now that he would drag her into the woods. Never let her go. "Find the first knight on patrol that you can and run to them. They will make sure you're safe." He was not sure why, but his chest ached at the thought of her running from her, and never seeing her again. He gently tucked a few strands behind her ear before, forcing or growling out his next words. "Go!"
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