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Post by Alistair on Aug 1, 2010 23:10:08 GMT -5
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Post by Alistair on Jul 30, 2010 22:35:59 GMT -5
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Alistair was standing there watching the boy, not moving around a whole lot. Most people fidgeted or moved or found things to do, but Alistair had learned the more still you were the more you could hear, and see. He found it increasing odd that the boy would ask about his memories of this place.
Why did he want to know? Alistair gave a small shrug, before growing still once again. "It was peaceful in my village. Until the king's war started and he killed allot of innocent people." He spoke with no emotion in his voice. "I left shortly after it started. How old are you, boy?" He asked, not because he cared but because he was trying to off set the boy. Alistair felt off center with the question of memories and he wanted to return the favor.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 30, 2010 22:24:57 GMT -5
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Alistair shot Vaughn an annoyed glance when he spoke about nice colors. Alistair hated the feel of the heavy armor on him. He liked the lighter feel of nothing. Just a sword in his hands. It let him move freely, silent and quicker. Granted it got him more injuries, but it he had never lost a fight when his life was on the line.
Besides, he was a hunter and tracker more then a knight like Vaughn. Vaughn was a fighter, using steal to win his wars. Alistair was the one to play the game, and attempt to win.
"Shut up." He told him, before looking around. Vaughn was a very bad influence over Alistair but in this case he wanted that influence. He wanted to get in. "They are not going to just let us walk in." He looked up above them. "How's you climbing skills?" He asked with a grin.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 30, 2010 22:04:22 GMT -5
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Alistair watched as Mae smiled brightly at the idea of having the day free to be a kid. He wondered if Mae had ever really had a day just to play before. He wasn't going to make a big deal of it around the kid. "Thanks you, Thank you, Thank you!!" she told the princess and then got up to run over to the other kids who were playing on the other side of the small clearing.
He did not look at the spoiled little princess for a long time. He would let her get some of the food in her mouth before he started ruining her day. Then again, why should he wait. She wanted to behead little girl, he could ruin her day.
Getting up he walked over the house and got the large bucket. Mae's job was to bring in water for everyone. She made three or four trips to the river daily, so everyone could have water and she could do the water, and then there was bath water for everyone. He wasn't sure if the princess would make it one trip, much less the day.
"Princess," He said once he was close enough to her, "Lets see if you can keep up with the little druid girl." and with that he shoved the bucket in her lap, not caring if he knocked her plate over or if she was done or not.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 30, 2010 11:35:23 GMT -5
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Alistair turned his head to stare at her very slowly. Other then that he was very still, and very angry. Had she'd been a men he'd have killed her for the word spoken. Honestly, in this moment he feared he still might. His hands nearly shook with the effort it took to not reach over and smack her. He thought about grabbing her arm and violently dragging her to the woods so he say the words he wanted her to hear, but he was afraid that if he was alone with her that he would do her harm..
Standing slow, he stood there above her for a moment and thought about smacking her then but walked away before he gave into the impulse. He did not go far as he did not trust her but he had to walk away. He called her all sorts of harsh names in his head while standing there with his back to her. He almost hoped she try to run away right now. Give him a reason to but his hands on her soft little neck and shake her.
After a few long moments he turned and started back for the fire, "Mae, my guest have volunteered to do all your chores today so you can play." He told the child, while giving the princess and angry glare, "and tomorrow as well." He no longer cared what she might learn from this, in this moment he hoped her hands were blistered and body bruised by the end of the day.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 30, 2010 6:42:14 GMT -5
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The battle scene looks AWESOME, I can't wait. I did have a question about it, is Arthur turning into an donkey and is Gwen petting him?
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Post by Alistair on Jul 30, 2010 6:39:15 GMT -5
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Post by Alistair on Jul 30, 2010 6:35:59 GMT -5
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Alistair looked over to stare at her for a moment after she spoke before looking back down at the fish he was consuming and shaking his head. He was not against large cities, but he did think that kings had to much power for one man. The same went for princesses. They were to busy running other people's lives to worry about learning real skills.
He had looked up when Mae laughed and knew that duo wasn't a good one. He glanced over to Mae's father who only gave a worried shrug. Mae was impressionable and the princess was trouble in a dress. Alistair leaned closer to the princess and made sure to speak where no one else could hear, "You should remember her face, you might attend her beheading one day." he paused to let that sink in before speaking again, lower "You might have already attended her mother's."
He did not know the details of Mae's mother's death, only that she had been killed by the king for being a druid who practiced magic. He did not care at the moment that he was putting images in her head, nor being cruel. He just wanted to make sure she was aware of the this world. Maybe that was what he should do with her. Make her live the life of a druid. Let her see how they live in fear everyday. He grinned to himself at the thought of her fetching water from the river, and wearing clothing rough on her skin, and cleaning her own room. Yes, that would what he would do with her.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 29, 2010 22:32:16 GMT -5
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Oh hell. She was up to something. Alistair did not trust that smile on her face, what sort of hostage smiled at their captors? The kind plotting something! Alistair looked slightly uncomfortable with her sitting next to him but only because he thought she was about to try to get him naked and run again.
One of the girls, who were no older then 14 came up to them with a plate, 'Hello,' the girl greeted. Alistair spoke up before the princess could. "Go to your Papa, Mae." He jerked his head in the direction he wanted her to go. Mae shot him a look before looking back at the princess and then walking away. Mae sat on the other side of the fire, staring at the princess. Alistair did not blame her for staring. The princess stood out, her skin was pure white and clean even with the dirt on it. She was also beautiful and held a grace about her that enhanced it.
Alistair leaned forward to get two plates with a fish on it, and then leaned back, holding one of them out to her. "What skills do you have?" He asked the princess, trying to find out that she was able to do around here.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 29, 2010 22:11:25 GMT -5
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Alistair walked slowly up to the castle wall and paused looking around casually. He was once again wearing the armor of Gwent, from yet another knocked out knight. It had been a bit harder this time, for Gwent had was more armed knights around them Camelot. Then again, when he broke into the Camelot's castle there had been a rather large event going on and people thought he belonged.
He was waiting there for a old child 'friend' to catch up with him. He wasn't sure if this man was his friend but they did allot of things together. Alistair knew however that should something happen, Vaughn would not be coming over the hill in shining armor.
Today he had one goal. It wasn't even a goal that was noble. When Alistair spent time with Vaughn he tented to let himself be talked into doing less then moral things. Today, that less then moral things was to sneak in to 'her' bedroom. Maybe even kidnap her again. Alistair however thought he could perhaps try to find out some information needed. Camelot was under attack, and he wanted to know how he could help . . . . . the other side. Let Uther fall.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 29, 2010 18:48:50 GMT -5
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Alistair came out of the tent and paused before running into her. He inched up so he was right behind her and leaned down to speak in her hear; and as he thought she might get all noble and pull away, he put his hands on her arms to insure she did not go far until he was ready to let her.
"There is one thing, Princess, that I needed to make clear." His voice was low and gravelly rough as she spoke softly in her ear, "You see the kids there. They do not know your here against your will. You'd be wise to make sure they don't find out. The adults know better then to speak of this. If they tell the wrong person, it could get them killed."
"Asked me who's life I am more willing to gamble with."
The answer was of course, neither if their lives. He needed to make sure she believed it however. If the kids meet some passer by and got excited about knowing a 'real princess' and words got back to the castle . . . . They'd not last long.
He let her go after the warning and then walked around her to go the the fire. He only made it a few steps before turning around and looking at her. Waiting for her to join him of course, as he did not trust her to stay here while he went to eat.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 29, 2010 16:34:45 GMT -5
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What was he doing to do with her all day for days on end? He watched her for a moment, as she brushed her hair with her finger and somehow managed to look overly regal in his over used tent. Who was this princess? He wondered. She was nothing like every princess he had known before (not that he knew any, but he was sure if he did they would not be like her).
Being he did not know what he planned to do with her yet, he could not answer her. He also wasn't going to admit to know knowing what to do. It would give her to much freedom to do nothing and he had learned that if you gave her a inch, she'd run a mile and a half while you try to get you shirt off you head. . . . No. Not giving her freedoms.
Next time he kidnapped royalty, he was making a better plan. One the included tieing them up faster, and dealing with them less. He nodded his head toward the opening of the tent, "Your breakfast awaits, Princess." He again used princess as her name, "After that we will see what non-trouble inducing fun we can find for you." Because that was what she was. Princess of Trouble.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 29, 2010 0:38:42 GMT -5
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Alistair sat there by the dying fire until the was nothing but ash and daylight was filling the small clearing. With the dawn light shining down one would be able to see that the clearing held a small house build out of wood and mud as well as a few tents all around it. Druids lived in the house but the openly welcomed other druids to camp there. No one spoke of this place or the other ones like it so the king would not find them.
He knew he was risking allot bringing her here but he had not planned it out that much. Besides, she did not know where they were and he doubted she'd be able to find it again. It was hard to find when you knew what you were looking for, much less when you did not.
The father and eldest son of one of the families entered the clearing and waved at him, holding up about six large fish they had caught in the river. Alistair returned the wave and told them he would make the fire for them to cook the fish over. After a short conversation they offered to let him and his guest join them. They did not want to tell the younger children that the girl was a hostage however. Alistair gave them a grin and agreed to request that she not tell the kids who she was.
With that said he entered the tent and noticed rather quickly that her arm was free. The cord was still tired to the pole but not to her. His lips thinned in disapproval but he said nothing on it since she had not tried to run away this time. "Princess." He called in greeting using that as she name and not her real name, "Time to face the day."
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Post by Alistair on Jul 27, 2010 14:57:53 GMT -5
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He was relived when she said nothing. It gave him a reason to say nothing as well. He wondered what she was thinking but he was smart enough (and not brave enough) to keep hips lips sealed and not voice the question. He just laid back and let the comfortable silence fill the tent and his mind wonder over the plans for the next few days.
He had not meant to fall sleep but as the moments turned to hours he drifted. The dream came then. He could see her face, the emotions playing over it. He could hear the men and their laughter. "No." He muttered, as one grabbed her and then the details blurred and twisted. It was sounds that he heard more then saw in imagines. Grabs, laughs . . . . . Screams . . . . water
Jerking awake he saw up breathing harder then he had even when he had carried her. Bringing her here might be what got her killed. Her death would be on his head if he failed her. What haunted him was how his vision ended in the same place every time. Did she die then? Or did he save her?
Getting up he went out side and sat alone by the dieing fire. Dawn was here so he had enough light to see by. The nomads must be in bed or hunting. He was glad. He thought better when he was alone.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 27, 2010 1:16:08 GMT -5
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Why had he picked her? He thought over it a moment in his head before picking his words. "Your close to the young prince. I wanted his attention. Taking you from inside the castle, someone close to him. It would make sure I had it. Had I only took the king's ward they would hide it from the other kings. I wanted this something they could not hide. Embarrass them." Besides, this was only the beginning of his plans. He would not kill them or harm them, but he wasn't going to sit by while more innocent druids were killed.
He did not care if she told them why he picked her, let them know his plan so they were more aware of the embarrassment. He would not share anything with her that he did not want the royal family knowing. Besides, once the prince learned it was him he was sure that the prince would make the connections anyway.
He wished she would go to sleep. This setting felt to personal. He was used to being alone, and suddenly here he was having a conversation with a beautiful princess in a tent under the stars. He debated on telling her to shut up again or not.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 27, 2010 0:17:04 GMT -5
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At her words, he gave a slight chuckle. No, he had not just decided today would be a swell day for kidnapping her but there had not been more then a day's planning into this. He had happened to meet the young prince in the woods and not known who he was. Over the course of the next few days he made a plan. One simple enough to only need him to pull it off, but looked bigger then it was.
She was a smart one one, his princess. Even after the hell he was putting her though she fought back, yelled at him and gave as good as she got. If he did not watch him self, he might start having fun around her. Isadora. It fit her. Sounded overly rich and noble. You did not meet farmer waives named Isadora. It rolled off the lips.
When she asked his name, he paused. Looking back up at the tent above him he remained silent. The prince already knew his name, so it did not matter if she knew it but for some reason he hesitated. "Alistair." Alistair the druid nomad. He wondered what she would tell them of him when he returned her to her father.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 26, 2010 23:40:12 GMT -5
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He thought over her words for a moment. "Might." Was all he said for the moment. He wondered if he should warn her not to panic if he 'spoke' in his sleep. Sometimes his visions were so clear that he would cry out. Very unmanly his uncle had called it. He decided not to, he could tell the event in his dreams of her were growing closer. He knew he might only get a hour here, or an hour there of sleep. The closer it got, the more detailed the death dreams got.
And for this, he was hunted and called evil. He got up on his knees and pulled out a few shirts, balled them up into a pillow like shape and then pulled out a blanket. He tossed it at her, making sure not to aim at her head before laying back on the ground.
She'd have to climb over him to escape out the door, and he was sure he'd notice THAT. He stared up at the tent for a few moments before turning his head to look at her. "Princess," he called to her, using the word princess as her name, "What's your given name?" He had not bothered to learn it. Only that the 'Princess of Gwent' was closest to the young Prince of Camelot, and that she would be the better target then the others.
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Post by Alistair on Jul 26, 2010 22:03:29 GMT -5
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"Who says I can." He looked over at her. Some men might have boated how powerful they were but Alistair didn't like to brag. He rather people under estimate him, so he had the advantage when he needed it. "Your just safer with me, rather then alone."
He was good, and he knew he was but nor was he going to sit here and talk endlessly about his skills. They were what they were. He had built them up over years of being alone and living in woods like these. You got good, or you died young.
He didn't say anything else. It was an odd feeling having a woman in his tent. One he wasn't sure how to feel about. Good thing she would not be here long. Things were easier when he only had to keep up with him self. "dawn will be here soon. You should rest some more."
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Post by Alistair on Jul 26, 2010 12:04:58 GMT -5
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When she only bit into the bunny and did not answer his he lips tilled into a slight smile and he gave a short deep chuckle. Yes, bloodthirsty indeed. The grin faded fast however, as this wasn't a joking atmospheric they had build and he knew better then to let his guard down around her. He'd learned that once and wasn't the type to repeat his mistakes.
"I don't care if you believe me, Princess, as long as you obey me." He told her not bothering to explain why the woods were dangerous. Wild animals were not the most dangerous thing in the woods. Between the rebel druids out there, and nomad men who might decide a night spent in a tent with her was worth more then her random; man was quickly becoming the more dangerous woodland creature.
"There are some rules that you will follow while my guest here, break them and you will be left tired to the pole with no freedom, and spend the next few days in boredom hell." He warned her, and wondered if she would think it was an idal threat. He had been promising her hut her and so far had not. However he could do this, leaving her bound to a pole would not hurt her. "The rules are simple, these people are not your servants. They are not here to serve you, do not expect nor ask them to." That was rule one, "If you leave this tent, for any reason I will be by your side." Now for rule three . . . . which he had not made up yet. "So far that is all."
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Post by Alistair on Jul 26, 2010 3:28:09 GMT -5
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His lips twitched slightly as if he might have smiled at her words. "Probably." he admitted, his deep voice holding a thin hint of humor; "I seemed to recall your fondness for bunnies. I didn't want you to enjoy it to much." He teased her, if she had compared him to a bunny, then she might like sinking her teeth into that one. His little princess was a blood thirty one at times.
He sat there, not looking at her while she ate. He didn't speak until she was mostly done. "They know your my hostage." He told her gesturing to the men out side before looking over at her. "They do not agree with my actions but nor will they help you escape. Druids are hunted, and so to live we must make our homes in the scary parts of the woods. I am not asking you. I am telling you. Do. Not. Try. To. Escape. There is a hundred different things out there who would love princess for breakfast."
He would let her finish her meal before giving her the rules. He was still trying to think of good ones. He knew the rules he wanted her to obey but after she escape attempt, and his growing unease of his visions he knew he needed more. How to phrase them and make them sound final was what he was working on.
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