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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on May 12, 2014 16:28:10 GMT -5
Mithian's here for the party! 
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Oct 26, 2013 14:16:55 GMT -5
Hiiiii Recently I haven't been posting much but I'd love to get some new threads going! I don't mind who I write with as long as I'm writing!!!  Send me a PM or reply to the thread if you're interested and we'll see what we can get going!
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Sept 12, 2013 5:01:16 GMT -5
What if after the death of Arthur, Mithian's father Rodor also dies? Mithian is now ruler of Nemeth but wishes more than anything to escape the city and deal with her grief on her own. On a chance release from court, Mithian takes a ride into the woods, only to stumble up on a familiar face. It seems Mithian is not the only one dealing with grief. ~~~ It still felt strange to her, when she woke in the morning and remembered ... Remembered that she was no longer princess but Queen ... Remembered she was no longer daughter but orphan. Her father had only died a month previous but the pain, the grief, the incomprehensibility of it all still made her cold, still brought tears to her eyes.
She couldn't handle it any more. And praying her father wasn't watching - she ran. She escaped the city just after dawn. Needing somewhere to breath, somewhere to cope with her grief on her own. To just be away from it all, if only for a little time. Nemeth would care for itself, she reasoned.
The golds and yellows of Autumn flashed past in a whirlwind as she rode harder and faster through the forest. She tricked herself into believing that the wind would blow her worries away. That if she rode fast enough, she could leave her grief behind.
The Autumn colours were far to bright, she thought, as she came to an abrupt halt at the Eastern border of Camelot. She remembered it was not just her kingdom suffering the loss of a King.
Arthur, her friend, the brave one, the strong one - was now gone.
"Why do people die?" Mithian had once asked her father.
Rodor had not replied for some time before he said,"I don't think they really die. For as long as we hold on to their memory, they are alive in us."
Mithian rode slower now, her gaze trailing over the trees and up at the sky until she rode into a small clearing and there, in the center, sitting on a small rock, was someone Mithian had really not expected to see.
"Merlin?" ~~~ Tags: After - Diamons of the Day Part 2 (5x13) Merlin/Princess Mithian Camelot/Nemeth/Woods What If |
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Sept 12, 2013 4:22:39 GMT -5
Beyond the clear glass castle windows, Mithian could begin to see the beginnings of a new day, her second in Camelot. Across the room, Morgana had fallen asleep, slumped against the table. As much as she wanted to hate the woman, to fear her, to despise her, Mithian couldn't but worry for her.
So many people spoke of how Morgana had once been beautiful, strong and a being of light within Camelot's walls. What could have gone so wrong? The woman Mithian saw before her now - even without the affects of the aging spell, was not beautiful, strong nor light. In fact it seemed as if Morgana had no light in her at all. Mithian thought the light had gone out of her eyes. It seemed now that nothing remained in her heart except ice ...
But Mithian's mother and her father - even though it hurt to think of her father and what Odin might be doing to him - had always taught her to not immediately see the worst in people. Although, it was proving difficult for her now. Why did Morgana do the things she did? Why would she slaughter the people of Nemeth just to get to Mithian and her father? And in turn, to Arthur? Why would Morgana - why would anyone wish harm against Arthur?
Power. And the want for power. Her father had said this was the downfall of all men.
Mithian shifted in her bed, watching Morgana, trying to see if there was something - anything - to show her that Morgana was more of the person people used to talk about and not the person who she saw now, ready to manipulate people and use their loved ones against them.
Perhaps it was the way Morgana had curled herself in her chair, maybe it was the way she seemed so frail but there was something almost childlike about Morgana, now Mithian looked closer.
Mithian wondered if there was something, if anything, she could do to help Morgana.
Then she remembered how Morgana had attacked her city, had manipulated her into lying to Arthur and was now holding her father's life over her head so that she would betray her friends.
Mithian looked away.
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Early Morning
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Jul 22, 2013 3:51:36 GMT -5
Mithian made her horse go faster as the procession wound its way up the hill into Graecia. When she reached the head, she came and fell into step beside her father who was surveying the surrounding countryside with pleasure. Mithian reminisced briefly of the previous day when she and her father had gone out on a ride together. She may be young but she had almost beaten him. Almost.
Now they were riding north to the Kingdom of Graecia for a formal visit with that kingdom's royalty. Mithian knew how it went, they arrived, they ate, they exchanged polite conversation and they went home again. Nothing exciting or interesting ever happened in these places.
Soon the city was in sight and the procession slowed as they made the final ascent to the castle.
“Mithian,” her father said, as they were riding through the gates, “I know you usually find these things terribly dull and end up playing with the stable hands, but this time, I've got a little surprise for you.”
Mithian sat up in her saddle, excited to know what this surprise was.
“There is also a young princess in this kingdom, she is called Polyxena and I'm sure you'll be pleased to meet her.”
They rode through the gates and into the citadel to be greeted by a fanfare of trumpets.
And there, on the steps was a young princess – Mithian wondered what she was like.
Setting: Graecia
Time of Day: Midday
Timeline: Before we meet Mithian in the show - she is young.
Tag:Princess Mithian & Princess Polyxena.
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Jul 21, 2013 13:07:20 GMT -5
The courtyard around her was buzzing with life as Mithian looked around, watching Arthur and Guinevère's subjects going about their daily lives â the farmers, the guards, the knights - so many people. She wondered how full their lives must be, and how different their lives must be to her own. Lives not ruled by the court and meetings with various dignitaries. Life not spent, endlessly wondering if what she was saying was the right thing to say. Casting these uncomfortable thoughts to the back of her mind, she looked up and spotted Guinevère coming through the citadel gates. Something about how the queen walked and interacted with the guard with her, made Mithian feel a dreadful longing. Longing to be at such an ease with one's people. Guinevère was laughing and then she looked towards Mithian, who abruptly looked away and started adjusting her horse's bridal. It was not the done thing to stare.
She heard Guinevère approach and turned to greet her with a slight curtsey.
âAre you alright?âWere Guinevère's words and they caught Mithian off-guard slightly.
A moment later she cursed herself for how this must seem. She had arrived alone, with no messenger sent ahead, with no guards and after last time she had ridden into Camelot ⦠Suddenly the racing ride through the forest seemed silly and unreasonable. Anything could have happened ⦠suddenly her father's cautions seemed entirely understandable.
âNo, no,â she hastened to respond, âI mean yes, I am fine my lady.â She acknowledged Guinevère with a short bow of her head.
âI left my guard at the border and rode alone through your kingdom. I enjoy to ride alone.â
You're rushing Mithian, she told herself. Calm, composed, breathe â¦
âI wished to see Arthur,â she said, âis he here?â
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Jul 21, 2013 11:27:41 GMT -5
Mithian felt his touch and at first found it odd and a little strange but then found it similar to the touches and embraces her father bestowed upon her - comforting. She allowed herself to relax. The situation was difficult, both of them feeling the guilt. Her mouth curled into what could be called a smile - and tentative at that.
"I feel you and I will find it difficult to agree on this matter sire." She hoped Arthur might see at least some humour in this situation, even though in reality it was far from humorous, it was dreadfully serious. But somehow, here in this small room with just her and Arthur, matters of state and the future of their kingdom's relationships seemed so far away. This was just her and Arthur, trying to settle this internal battle and the weighing up of whom should bear the guilt.
She heard him speak of the fact he felt undeserving of her friendship and in a rush spoke out.
“Never Arthur. Never. It was our friendship that Morgana and Odin used against us, for had we not been friends how could they have ever relied on you to give me sanctuary? To let me heal? To help me find my father? You have displayed your friendship, your honour and your courage more than I could ever have expected of you. You have my friendship Arthur, and are more than deserving of it.”
Then he spoke of the guilt of his father's death and a warm rush of affection for him flowed through her. She reached out and placed hr other hand on his shoulder.
“Arthur …” was all she could manage. For it had not been Arthur's fault Uther had died, how could it have been? It had been Odin's swordsman who delivered the blow, and a strange sorcerer who had cast the final curse. Arthur was not at fault for the sheer reason he had enemies – enemies he had done nothing to provoke!
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Jul 9, 2013 2:10:22 GMT -5
OH MY GOODNESS. Thank you so much, those are amazing - just what I wanted!!! thanks for all the help and everything as well!!!! xxx THANK YOU!
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Jul 8, 2013 13:55:52 GMT -5
The morning sun was bright and refreshing to Mithian as she rode on her horse down the great road to Camelot. He father had been uneasy for her to make this journey in light of recent events but she had been persistent. Arthur deserved her thanks.
Her thoughts turned to the last time she had ridden this road; in the dead of night; with Morgana on her back. This time she appreciated the ride much more - in the sun and with the birds singing.
She had left her guard at the border to Camelot and taken the last part of the journey by herself - delighting in the opportunity to ride fast and free - forgetting for the briefest of times that this was not how the so called proper princess should act. And yet, who would mind? There was no one to see and no one to hear as she urged her horse on faster.
She reached the edge of the woodland and pulled the reigns of her horse in - her breath catching in her throat and her skin still tingling from the way the wind had raced past her. She adjusted her hair and looked up towards the great towering city of Camelot. It was so much bigger than Nemeth and even from here she could hear the sound of the people in the streets. So much life. Not so long ago her own city of Nemeth had been quiet and devoid of this life after Morgana and Odin's attack. But that was behind them now and Nemeth, whilst still not at its former strength, was still flourishing.
Riding slower now, Mithian joined the main road up to the gates of Camelot. People passed her carrying baskets vegetables or driving carts or leading horses. Most averted their gaze in respect as she passed, knowing she was royalty. Mithian knew she would never get used to this respect the people felt they needed to bestow on her. She wished she could reign and still be close to her people. Not some faceless monarch whom no one ever saw. She knew Arthur ruled at one with his people and Mithian wished one day, if and when she came to the throne of Nemeth that she could rule like Arthur.
She passed through the lower town, her horse's hooves clipping the cobbles until she reached the gates to the citadel. Upon recognising her, one of the guards rushed off to alert Arthur that she had arrived whilst the other led her horse through the gates and into the courtyard, where she dismounted.
Setting: Camelot (Initially the Castle)
Time of Day: Late Morning
Timeline: After Another's Sorrow
Characters: Queen Guinevère Pendragon and Princess Mithian
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Jul 7, 2013 16:06:22 GMT -5
"I ... " Mithian's voice stuck in her throat and it took her a moment to clear it. "I should have done something sire. I should have done something more to warn you."
She wanted to run right now, to escape this growing feeling in her chest only amplified by the sorrowful look in Arthur's eyes and his words of comfort, telling her it was not her fault.
But it was.
She thought for a moment on what Arthur had said. That Morgana and Odin were his enemies and they had used her to get to Arthur. Used her love against her.
Oh how twisted the world was.
Eventually she spoke again, mastering her emotions and blinking the tears away - reminding herself how a proper princess would act.
"Thank you," were her first words, a sidestep away from what she had done. A move which let Arthur think she had accepted his forgiveness which in reality she never could. Then she let her guard drop slightly and showed him her sympathy.
"You do not deserve their hatred Arthur. You are a good and kind man and a just king."
Pausing for a moment longer she then rallied herself, knowing she had to say it.
"You are a better person than me. I saw how you fought; never for youself - always for others. I do not deserve your sympathy, let alone your friendship."
There, she had done it. Maybe she could now depart Camelot in peace - her and Arthur understanding one another, because she did not deserve his friendship anymore. Even in what could have been his last moments she had stood back, afraid. What sort of friendship could be formed when one was too afraid to protect the other?
No, this way was better, departing Camelot on none but official terms and putting to bed this guilt and all other feelings she may feel or once have felt for Arthur.
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Jul 7, 2013 14:59:40 GMT -5
When Mithian had been young, her mother had told her many things about love. However, she had never managed to quite express it properly, leaving the conversation with a sigh and the words, "you'll understand yourself one day." Mithian had understood, eventually, when she met Arthur, what it felt like to be in love. But Arthur had not been in love with her. Simply, undeniably, that was the truth.
She had enjoyed those brief days with him; the feeling of mutual understanding, the feeling of comfort and ease of which she so very rarely felt with others. And, whilst she wasn't sure if her feelings had completely added up to love and the situation of their meeting was under the context of anything but love - she had felt safe, comfortable and happy with Arthur. Yet, where was that feeling now?
He spoke and she had not realised him to be so close to her. She flinched ever so slightly and then regretted it as she heard his ask for forgiveness. He felt it was his fault - and he eyes suddenly felt wet as she realised that she couldn't bear that. For him to feel the guilt of something that had been of her doing. Or at least, Morgana's doing, she had just done nothing to prevent it.
Raising her eyes, she met his gaze and saw the sincerity within it. Now was the time to admit her feelings. No more lies.
"You shall not have my forgiveness sire because you do not need it," she said, her voice straining ever so slightly.
"It was my fault."
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Jul 7, 2013 14:27:10 GMT -5
Ordeal? Ordeal? Truth be told it had been difficult for Mithian but something in Arthur's eyes told her he felt guilty. Why should he be feeling guilty? The blame was on her. She should be asking if he was recovered.
"Your concern is welcome sire but not necessary," she thanked him, turning away slightly and trying not to show him her true feelings.
Guilt was always the hardest feeling to dispel, it hung around like a sour taste in your mouth and still beat at your back after so long.
She was glad he mentioned her father, for at least, that broke the moment of guilt for her. Her father's life had been at stake. She had had a reason for her actions.
And yet still the feeling that she could have done something.
The previous days had not been easy - Morgana was a cruel and wicked person and Mithian shivered slightly as she remembered what her feeble attempts to warn Arthur had resulted in ... Merlin had almost died.
And the final thing she couldn't forget was the look in Arthur's eyes when he realised that she had betrayed him. She could never forget that look and how he now managed to talk to her in such a gentle and concerned manner was a mystery to her.
He's just being kind. She reasoned with herself. He's just being how he is because its proper in court. She contented herself with the thought that in a few days she and her father could leave and she could pretend to forget about this situation. Try and leave this guilt behind.
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Jul 4, 2013 11:30:22 GMT -5
Most people named it Mithian's forte to act well under pressure and to relieve the pressure of others, however, right in this moment as she came face to face with Arthur, she couldn't think of a word to say.
"Sire," she acknowledged, casting her eyes down, not feeling like she could look him in the eyes - not after what she had done.
"Of course, I wanted to speak with you myself." A lie. Just another one to add to the pile she had told Arthur over at past few days. But this one was more in the name of etiquette rather than in some evil twisted plot carved out by Morgana. It was not the done thing to deny a king something - even if Arthur was not your typical king. Perhaps that was what she liked about him, he didn't care about what people thought, just did what was right. She wished she could do the same in her own kingdom.
And not just in matters of law - in the case of marriage also. Once, she had been ready to marry Arthur in the name of securing the future for her kingdom and even though she had been ready to accept, to do what was expected of her, Arthur had shown her something - that marrying for love was so much more. She knew her father wanted her to marry but somehow, it didn't seem right. What a fickle thing love was, she thought wryly as she stood back to let Arthur enter. Then she summoned her thoughts and readied herself. She had an apology to make.
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Jul 4, 2013 7:13:24 GMT -5
Mithian stood, looking out of her window over the city at the fading daylight. Somehow, it felt surreal to be back in the castle, after everything that had happened recently, she hadn't expected to ever be welcome in Camelot again - not after everything she had done. She wondered why Arthur had let her and her father stay here, they didn't deserve it. She felt she deserved imprisonment, deserved punishment, deserved something for what she had done. She had betrayed Arthur, betrayed Camelot, betrayed herself.
The servants had brought her food she had changed, smiled, thanked, all the while feeling like some empty being - hiding inside herself until the time came to face what she had done. And it wasn't just personal, she knew her friendship with Arthur must be broken now and it went so much farther beyond that. Who knew what damage this would do to the relationship between the kingdoms? She was a princess, she was supposed to act with honour and she was a representative of her kingdom - and all she had done was to go behind Arthur's back, to betray him, to put him in danger. He may say that he had forgiven her but she knew he couldn't possibly mean it and anyway, she couldn't forgive herself.
Yes she had acted to protect her father but there must have been something else she could do, rather than hiding like a coward and leading Arthur to what could have been his death.
She didn't know how she would face him, she almost dreaded the time when she knew they would have to talk - what could she possibly say to mend this wrong?
Almost as if acting upon her thoughts she heard a knock at the door. It must be Arthur. She turned from the window, gathered herself and her thoughts and then bade him enter.
Setting: Castle of Camelot
Time of Day: Afternoon
Timeline: After Another's Sorrow
Tag: King Arthur Pendragon
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Jun 30, 2013 1:52:31 GMT -5
Yeah sure, I'd love to role play with princess polyxena - we can be princess friends!
(TO EVERYONE) I'll get back to you all with more definite ideas in a couple of days just got some mega plane flights and jet lag ahead *groan but after that i'll be ready to get started!!!
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Jun 29, 2013 5:01:33 GMT -5
oooh and if i could have a new avatar/icon that would be gret, maybe the one i've got but a better size (square) and then brighter and more vibrant maybe? sorry for so many requests - i'm just excited 
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Jun 28, 2013 17:21:09 GMT -5
I've got a couple of ideas that I could run with different people but it depends who wants to!! flick me a message if you're keen
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Post by 441knightsofcamelot on Jun 26, 2013 5:32:53 GMT -5
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.:Name of Character:. Princess Mithian of Nemeth
.:Nick Name:. Mithian
.:Age:. 28
.:Race:. From Nemeth
.:Status:. Royalty
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Average height with long dark wavy hair. Dark eyes and a smooth, princess-like visage.
.:Height:. 5ft 9"
.:Portrayed by:. Janet Montgomery
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Mithian is a fair, gentle, caring woman. She is a kind and thoughtful person who will do anything to save others from embarrassment or awkward situation. She's as well mannered and dutiful as any lady of the court when she wants to be and yet she is not afraid to abandon the court ways and relishes in a spot of hunting and the thrill of the catch. With an easy-going and funny personality she is sociable and ready for any guest. The life of court can sometimes become dull for her however and she often needs and afternoon of hunting to blow the cobwebs away and get her heart racing. Sometimes however, her more timid side is seen and sometimes, when a situations escapes her she can be lost as for the way ahead.
.:Strengths:. Accepting, understanding, bright and fiery.
.:Weaknesses:. Can sometimes be domineering. When in fear she may not make the right decision. Her fiery personality can sometimes lead her astray.
.:Magic Abilities:. None
.:Special Skills:. Hunting - especially crossbow.
.:Accents:. English
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Nemeth
.:Family:. Rodor (father) Helena (mother - deceased)
.:Occupation:. Princess
.:Current Location of Residence:. Palace of Nemeth
.:History:. Mithian was born in Nemeth, the only child of King Rodor and Queen Helena. Her mother passed away whilst Mithian was still young and without the presence of her mother, Mithian often felt lonely or forgotten in the court. With her father as her role model, Mithian grew up to love hunting and became quite accomplished at sword fighting. As a young princess she knew all the grandeur of court life and yet longed often to venture into the woods around the palace or to go out horse riding.
As she grew older, Mithian began to understand her duty to her father and her kingdom. When the subject was brought up, her marriage to unite the kingdoms, Mithian understood her father's reason and went gladly to the kingdom of Camelot to meet the young king Arthur her husband to be. However, in Camelot, Mithian discovered that Arthur's heart belonged to another and so she graciously left the king, understanding that he could only marry for love and wishing that she could do the same. At the time of the attack on Nemeth by Odin, Mithian was forced to betray Arthur and lead him into a trap. Even though she fought her best to alert Merlin that all was not well, she was still made to lead Arthur to his possible death before an earthquake saved them. She now prepares for the day when she knows she will become queen of Nemeth.
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From a Mother to Her Daughter Setting: The Palace of Nemeth Time of Day: Midday Timeline: When Mithian is a young girl. The whole kingdom knew what was happening. Except Mithian. People bustled to and fro from her mother's chambers, potions bubbled and aromas of different spices wafted down the palace hall way to where Mithian sat, playing with her toy wooden horse. Mithian didn't understand, no one was telling her anything. Too young. But she didn't like the way they whispered. She didn't like how they spoke in worried voices as they looked over her mother. Something was wrong.
Then everyone moved fasted, their voices grew in panic. A maid came and took Mithian's hand and led her to her mother's chambers. Her mother didn't look right, Mithian's young mind registered. She was all pale and still, not like the sunny face Mithian knew. When her mother took hold of Mithian's hand, her hand was cold and it shook slightly.
"You be good won't you?"
Mithian didn't understand.
"I'm always good mother."
Mithian's mother smiled.
"Of course you are. Just remember, remember I'lll always be proud of you. Remember not to be ashamed of who you are sweetheart."
Mithian frowned slightly. She didn't understand when her mother meant.
"Remember ... remember me."
The voices grew louder again. People stepped forward and moved Mithian away. Mithian didn't understand.
Then somebody said, "The Queen is dead."
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