Fantasy Rebirth of Camelot[Temporarily Open]

[Misuteeku]

Bentonvelt could only raise his eye at Galahad's words referring to an 'alchemist,' or more specifically a wizard in terms of Merlin. It made him truly laugh, but he stifled it enough for most if not everyone didn't hear it. He was a false alchemist, a regular person who cursed himself to have the powers of one, that didn't have the potential to be a legit alchemist. However the only thing that made up for it was his talent for it. If he didn't have any of that he would of died already due to making an alchemy mistake.

Another word that Galahad said also made him stifle another laugh. The so called 'last resort' was a Philosopher Stone that they wanted him to created. So that was his main purpose of being here this entire time. It was quite ironic since he didn't know how to create the Philosopher Stone. The future was sure full of laughs, as a small grin grew on his face. Though when he got back from this war, he was so going to poison the entire village for revealing his prowess as an alchemist.

Now while he wasn't going to speak up for the long time, he had to ponder about the invasion. While it wasn't in his interest to defend the fort he was probably going to, since it would maybe ensure his chance of survival. However his thoughts floated towards Frankenstein. His appearance was awfully interesting looking dead, and all but the last name Frankenstein... She had heard rumors about Frankenstein, and they were awfully exciting.

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Lucia Saeva​

Zeref had fully enjoyed the attention he received from the woman with child. His tail never slowed down for a second as he took pride in being called a good boy. Lucia had watchedthe entire interaction go down and she snorted once he sat down by her side. "Wow, who would've thought that the almighty guardian of the forest would act like a little puppy just to get his head scratched," she out a light chuckle while Zeref pretended to ignore her. He let out a series of small barks, whatever he said caused Lucia to stop laughing immediately and she stuck her tongue out at him, "You really need to let that go Zeref, I'm older now and that thing doesn't bother me." Zeref turned to her with a look that screamed 'Oh, really now?'

Her attention turned towards Alexandria and she slightly bowed her head once more, "It's a pleasure for me as well." It would seem that everyone was in attendance at the moment and Lucia was amazed in the differences among the humans. They all radiated strong auras but some seemed to be tinged with darkness that represented some sort of instability. She was still unsure of her role in all of this was quite relieved when Galahad asked if there were any questions before he continued on.

Lucia sat there in contemplation for a few seconds before receiving an encouraging nudge from Zeref. Her right hand slowly rose up and she waited until Galahad looked in her direction before she spoke. "I just have one question Sir, I realized that everyone gathered here has a level of skill, reputation, or strength. I feel like the odd man out since I'm not completely sure of why I asked to be apart of such a large operation. I am quite grateful for the invitation and mean no disrespect with my question."

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[Cheesemick]

Sir Bran smiled at Princesses Lillian "They say chivalry is dead, I feel as if that truth is strong here" Just then Sir David came rushing into the room. Sir Bran's eyes lit up with joy as he had always admired him when he was a page and squire, he reconsidered leaving as he wanted to see how this would play now, now more interested then ever in the new knights of the round table.

Sir Bran couldn't help but laugh a little when Sir Galahad mentioned he sensed him a mile away. He forgave him for tearing up the note, he realized it didn't matter in the whole gran scheme of things weather he read it or not. Sir Galahad went on to explain his plains for who would be in power after he had accomplished his goals "Sir Galahad I have no quarry with you being the Viceroy, or with serving Princesses Lillian if she where to become Queen, this is more then sufficient to be able to once again call myself a knight. However I can not be a knight of the people or a symbol of hope. Sir Gawain always has fought for the land, nature, and mother earth. He taught me that the world is scared and worth fighting for more then any person or people. If I where to fight it would have to be for the earth not the people. All I can be and ever be, is a symbol of hope for the land, as the raven master of the raven tower. I will always serve the crown once it is restored, I swore a oath. Till that time comes and there is a ruler once again I will take my place on this table as a knight for your cause" Sir Bran keeled before Sir Galahad for a moment, after he sat down at the table, on the 10th seat.

After he had sat down the man with the bread spoke up against him again. He once again quietly listened to all his had to say before responding, Sir Bran did respected his elders."You are right, that arrow showed none of my skill. It only showed that I have no power to protect anyone here. I am sure death is following me very closely, but till that day comes where I am at deaths door, I am going to do everything I can to have the time of my life" He said looking straight at the man not flinching at all, he was dead serious that he going find and have as much enjoyment out of any situation he found himself in. "I am sure we are going to get along swimmingly" Sir Bran had every intention to show this man as well everyone else in this room all the fun in the world, or die trying.

His attention turned to the strange woman claiming to be man, now he thought that was someone to knew how to have some fun. He also noticed the girl with strange ears talking to her companion, he was extremely interested in who this person was. He found it odd that she would ask Sir Galahad why she was here. Sir Bran knew Sir Galahad was a great judge of character and that she must of been here for a reason, he always started to wonder and was extremely curious on the answer. He was completely distracted while Sir Galahad was announcing who was the other people at the table.


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[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce nodded, saying, "Chivalry will never die. As long as there are good women, there will be good men dedicated to defending them." He then saw David enter, smiling as he then turned to the curious woman who claimed to be a man, squinting as he shrugged and listened to Galahad, saying, "Indeed. We must prepare for the traitors to arrive. He will meet the end at our blades."

He had already taken his seat when Galahad introduced his advisors, getting up to bow as he said, "It is a pleasure to meet all of you. I am Sir Bryce Fletcher, at your humble service." He sat back down, smiling as he listened to their banter.

After a while, he heard a small knock on the door, a guard opening it to find Adalie, who ran towards Bryce, who had already stood up. He embraced her, spinning her around as he said, "Adalie! How did you get passed the guards?" It was a rhetorical question, really. She put them to sleep with song and snuck by just to see Bryce. The two were madly in love, as everyone could see. She smiled, Bryce caressing her face as she said in her beautiful French accent, "I missed you so much, mon amour. I never want to leave you." They embraced again, Bryce sitting down as he placed her on his lap.
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[Iskandar]

Galahad and Alexandria​

"Indeed, Taliesin." Alexandria replied to Taliesin instead of Galahad. She spoke to him with a much more casual tone and was a little less formal than her father, "For those unable to fight, they will leave through a secret tunnel with a small contingent of guards. Sadly the tunnel leads out into to wild Scots territory. Thus the need for guards." Alexandria paused a moment, trying her best to word the next part carefully without being too blunt, "As for the combatants and soldiers that stay here... If the walls are breached, there is to be no retreat. This fort is out last bastion. If it falls, then it means we have failed. We will either die in a blaze of glory, or be taken prisoner by Mordred." The Knight flashed a grin, "That is only if we fail though."

"Alexandria is correct." Galahad nodded with closed eyes, "The Civilians and non-combatants will be escorted out of here. We, and the many other knights and soldiers here will have to drive Mordred's army off today if we have any thought of retaking Camelot. This battle determines Briton's fate."

"Ah, though some non-combatants like the Alchemist or any volunteers will be staying here to help in any possible way." Alexandria said, making sure that Galahad did not forget this point, "So some civilians will still remain, but a majority of them will not. The less deaths of innocents, the better."

"Yes, Lucia?" Alexandria asked in relation to the girl raising her hand to be called on. It was cute to see her well behaved like that. It was also quite obvious that Galahad had let Alexandria taken the reins of the conversation, "Ah. Hm. I suppose only Galahad has the real answer for summoning you here. He handpicked you all to be here, I just helped and recommended some people like Sir David and Sir Bryce."

Galahad gently smiled towards Lucia, "No disrespect taken. I would also be very confused as to why I was called if I was in your position." He brought his hands together and clasped them, "I specifically called you here because you have very valuable skills. You are a changeling after all, and while many of you are persecuted, I see the value in you. Not only as a tool, but as a person. Sure, you can change form and be an excellent spy, but as a person, you might be the most optimistic one here, well besides Richard. We need someone like that. Plus you balance out Cromwell quite well." Galahad joked as if to ease any tension in Lucia.

"Shove it, Old Man." Cromwell growled a bit towards Galahad, well knowing that he was much older than the aforementioned knight. Richard merely swung side to side while humming some tune, he acted very much like a carefree child.

"Ah. A commendable reason, Sir Bran. I see Gawain taught you well. As long as your cause is just and has merit, I am fine with it." Galahad raised his hand, indicating that there was no need to bow. Galahad was not worthy of such a thing, and was well known for disliking when other bowed before him.

"Knight of the Earth, eh? Quite the Knight." Alexandria mumbled to herself. So far it everyone was turning out to be an interesting individual.

Alexandria and Galahad looked at Bryce and his wife, Adalie, with gaped mouths. The two could not believe that she put the guards to sleep, and that the two would participate in such a way during an extremely serious time. Cromwell of course scowled with disappointment. Richard clapped and looked at awe of the two. Frankenstein looked at the two with dead, uncaring eyes. Casonova was somewhat interested, but soon went on with his ways of constantly observing.

"Ahem. Bryce, please have your wife leave for the moment. She is not apart of this Round Table, and I would prefer everything here stays private." Galahad said, looking at Bryce and Adalie with serious eyes. Alexandria simply nodded in agreement.

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[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce was about to kiss Adalie when Galahad saI'd she should leave, coughing a little and saying, "Oh! My apologies! I'm sorry, love. We can speak afterwards, yes?" She nodded, doing a curtsy as she left. Bryce stood up, saying, "I really must apologize. We've just been very anxious about getting married this autumn. I can assure you it will not happen again, Sir Galahad." He stood up and bowed before sitting down again.
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[Shadow Alpha]

Lucia Saeva
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Lucia nodded her head as Galahad eased her worries but she became slightly more embarrassed from the praises. Another wave of red swept over her face, "T-thank you for your kind words Sir, I believe that I have a better grasp on my position and why I was called." The words seemed to spill out of her mouth as she began to lightly kick her legs underneath the table. She would never admit it but, receiving compliments boosted her confidence and made her feel more prepared to help out.

Lucia was still confused on how she would balance out the grumpy looking old man. Cromwell appeared to be somewhat intimidating and she felt that he reminded her of someone that she never wanted to encounter again. She looked away and tilted her head in Alexandria's direction when she heard her mumble something, "Knight of the Earth? Ah is he secretly an elemental being like me Alexandria?"

Lucia looked up at her with nothing but innocence, times like this made Zeref realize why he had chosen to look after the girl and why people often called her naïve and childlike. He had hoped that being 22 years old would have helped the girl out but he had started to lose faith. Lucia was the equivalent of a child whenever she had any human interactions, it was hard to imagine that the girl was of noble blood. Zeref just shook his head and sighed as he waited to see what kind of response Lucia would get, this wouldn't be the first time that girl ended up getting hurt by mocking response.​

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[_Exodus_]

“I suggest we get the party started. Mordred’s forces are converging on our location as we speak,” David says.
He stands in the doorway, wanting to leave. He didn’t want to talk anymore for it was uneventful, full of what ifs.

He looks around the table at all his companions. He would have to get to know them better. Seeing as how he would work closely with them all, David remmbered their names and faces.

 

[The Silent Z]

It was rather surprising to see Galahad take a back seat to Alexandria while fielding the archers question. Perhaps it was intentional or maybe she was a go-getter type? None the less she answered and had Taliesin's full attention as she spoke in answer of his questions. Allowing a nod of approval to show in keeping up toward her words spoken aloud to him. A nice assurance if a expected one. "Free to run is better then trapped and surrounded. I'm glad to know your people have higher chances while we fight, even they have minds lingering on in drift toward us fighting the forces of Mordred." He nodded in stated reply to the womanly knight. "Still preferable. The majority of those defenless and untrained flee for safety even with unclaimed by kings guard territory as their passage. While few of them remain here to assist. Not perfect or ideal, but better then nothing." Taliesin spoke accepting the plan and taking what good news he could for now.

"In all fairness and respect of knowledge about this mordred. Do you truly believe he'd take prisoners rather then kill all in his path? What purpose would they serve other then a dimming flicker of hope to those civilians still out there? The main force destroyed, no army to contend. They'd be useless even for information about hideaways and hidden strongholds of any even exist or pulled from thin air." He inquired rather curious by this possibility. Even now after his own experiences and years to ponder and discover the whys of it all. He was still baffled by this notion. If no purpose was served then perhaps sick enjoyment of others misery as the superior reign on, then why bother in the end? It made little sense to his mind of vengeance filled hatred and justice. He couldn't understand that sort of tactic he was too scarred by his own life's tale to see it.

"I suppose it too late, no, too early to say. It matters little now. If the will of this table of knights is for a battle to dictate our future, turn from mind any thoughts of flee then and I'll follow it through. My Bow is yours and Sword Arm ready to fight to the end or to my death." Taliesin spoke putting to rest his thoughts of why and wanting to know what was beyond matter at this point. It was too early and not important right now either way. He then followed his eyes trail toward Sir Bran and shook his head once more though more so in disbelief and thinking his words had been taken too far in one direction. Rather then cold disagreement with the lads words.

Taliesin had certain habits of manner that diswayed many from his point of view or simple side to converse and share words. He'd become a distant, cold and strongly opinionated sounding man with plenty of life filled into 29 years. But he wasn't truly uncaring just strong of words and socially not the greatest of company. Seeing how far the young knight changed from one extreme to another was not exactly his intent

Meanwhile the knight of earth title seemed curious. But he tried to focus more so in responding to Sir Bran. "My words seemed to have guided you quickly down a single path... Instead of the stop and observe, smell flowers or listen to that around you meaning in which I meant it. Your young, your quick to act, your a knight but still fresh of experience, correct? Hope my observations are close to target. Early impressions are not my strong suit whether they be my own or that of others. Just relax and steady yourself, action and arrows won't fill your day or capture the light you seek for yourself. Life isn't a stage, it's a reality of your situation. Realize the difference is all I mean. Don't let legends and tales fuel your drive, just live youthful knight, then tell of your story not live another's." Taliesin spoke trying to sound more kind and fair then his voice and manner usually portray. "But sure, if you can tolerate me then I'm sure we will get along.... swimmingly?" Taliesin replied unaware of this knights aim to show the fun side of this world to him and everyone else present or die trying.

Meanwhile this Sir Bryce and Adalie were most unique to everyone else present. Quite in love and the showing of it. It wasn't too shocking when Galahad responded as he did though how one voice put to sleep guards was interesting. May prove useful in a unorthodox sort of way.

While Princess Lillian was quiet for the time being. Lucia and Alexandria were talking and in a way was interesting. The interactions between two distinctive races and how these two were so open and cute with one another......He couldn't say the books told of similar meetings in history or tales.... had they?

"The tale of Merlin is curious for me. I don't truly know of any person here, the legend of Galahad spreads like others of this table before us. Perhaps others have tales known as well and I'm blinded to my cause, to my sought peace of mind and sleep. But one day I'd like to know what has happened to the great sorcerer I've heard so much about. Meanwhile his successor for this battle might prove worth while. I know nothing personally of her... or... errmm.... him?" Taliesin added just for note and future point of interest for him. Though he was obviously confused by this alchemist and their identity.

Then his eyes fell upon Sir David.... A knight before this tables reforming yet while he was last to arrive he was also the first wanting to leave and get underway. Knights were truly a new experience up close.... Taliesin wasn't sure if this was normal for true knights or if this was a personal difference to it. Only time would tell and for now it seemed either time for personal preparation or more telling of what plans seem in place for the knights and guards to use in countering of the invaders and their defense of this stronghold known as Camboglanna.

Less it was merely a defend at all costs tactic in which case would prove surprising to him.

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[Cheesemick]

Sir Bran listened quietly to Sir Galahad talk of strategies, almost boring him to death. Afterwords he listened to him reply to the odd girl with odd ears, she was something called a Changeling, sounds like fun. He then spoke of Sir Bran's merit and cause, which he didn't mind listening to happily. Sir Bran realized why the woman had to leave, but she could of stayed, she wouldn't of done any harm.

Sir Bran nodded to the odd girl talking, she seemed pretty nervous to him. He though about of a way to cheer up later.

Sir David then spoke up and Sir Bran heavily agreed with him. "I agree with Sir David, we should get this party started, I never liked Mordred" He got up shortly after Sir David walking beside him.

Sir Bran wasn't really paying attention to what the guy with the bread was saying, until he mention him, then he listened to him. "I am grateful that would care so much for a strangers well being and way of life. I am sure you have a lot of wisdom, sadly I can not relax as well as act steady. If I hesitate for a moment, how am I going to live to seize the day and moment? You have nothing to worry about, I shall never let legends full my own, mine will be far greater then them. I am very sorry, I still don't know you're name, or half of the people at this table" He said looking out to everyone "Perpahs before we leave we should all introduce ourselves." Sir Bran walked back to the table and bowed before everyone "I am Sir Bran Black Arrow Bendigeidfran, son of Lord Thomas Hibbert Bendigeidfran, I am at all of you're service"

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[Iskandar]

Galahad and Alexandria
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"Good, and thank you. You will have plenty of time to... do whatever. Later though." Galahad cleared his throat and offered Bryce a nod. Galahad wasn't a fan of what just happened, and may have to reprimand Byrce if it did occur again, though it was unlikely the knight would go back on his word.

Galahad merely chuckled at the young changeling as she kicked her legs underneath the table. She looked like, and even acted like a bashful child, which was refreshing in someways to the grizzled knight. Images and moments like that keep veterans like him going, "You are welcome, Miss Lucia. Though try to keep the blushing to a minimum. You look like bright apple at the moment."

Alexandria was practically foaming at the mouth when she saw Lucia acting as she was, and was about to snatch her out of her seat before the changeling's voice broke her trance-like state, "Ah. No. I do not believe he has an elemental powers like you. I called him that because that is what he fights for." Alexandria looked over at Taliesin and whispered to Lucia, "Him. He is the Knight of Vengeance." She leaned back and spoke in her regular voice once more, "You'd be... The Knight of Change...?" the knight nodded to herself at the sound of the title.

"Mordred is a man of pride. He loves to sate his ego. If he was not the Knight of Treachery, he would be the Knight of Pride. He will take any high ranking people as prisoner and torture them. He'll show them off like his property before executing them to the whole kingdom, denouncing the rebellion and showing his authority." Galahad offered this answer to Taliesin's skepticism about Mordred taking prisoners.

"Merlin disappeared a few weeks before Camelot fell. We suspect he lives, as the bastard is quite resourceful." Alexandria spoke of Merlin, almost as if he was a playful child rather than a wise wizard, "Be wary too. He has involvement in every little thing that happens in the world... Plus he likes to pull pranks and is an all around arse." Galahad merely nodded in agreement with Alexandria, as if to confirm that Merlin had an awful personality that betrayed his image as a wise wizard.

Galahad stood up and offered a short bow, "I suppose the meeting is over then. Feel free to wander around. Lillian, Taliesin I would prefer if you two could maybe aid and train any volunteers. Those that use a bow of course. The rest of you can check defenses, help in training or simply meet the soldiers." Galahad paused for a moment before remembering his last part, "Ah. You'll all have rooms in the Dragon's Breath Hallway. You won't miss it, has a bunch of paintings of dragons."

"Richard, Casonova, Cromwell and Frankenstein. Please stay behind." Alexandria ordered before looking at the rest, "Anyone else is free to stay."

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[Shadow Alpha]

Lucia Saeva​

Hearing Galahad's comment on her resembling a tomato only made her condition a lot worse, "I will do my best to keep it at bay." Lucia had kept her eyes focused on Alexandria at the time and she was too embarrassed to meet Sir Galahad's gaze. His way of teasing reminded her of how her family often teased her, especially her father. Being the Saeva clan leader never affected her father's playful antics when it came to his youngest.

Lucia took in a deep breath hoping the air would somehow affect her face and became slightly more confused than before. "The Knight of Vengeance...', Lucia's eyes looked at Taliesin, drawing power from vengeance would only result in more pain. That was a lesson life taught her during the time she had rekindled the bond with her own race. Seeing Galahad bow and ending the meeting, Lucia had rose up from her seat and stretched her arms out. Sitting around and talking had been pretty boring for Lucia and Zeref.

Seeing as how Lucia's name hadn't been called to remain behind, she decided that she could probably go out and reinforce the perimeter. "Thank you for explaining it to me Alexandria. Come on Zeref, now is a good time for our own personal mission." She gave a small wave and a before hopping on Zeref's back. The green and white wolf huffed slightly before leaping out of the window. Lucia had not considered how strange her exit would be since they were quite high up and the jump would have been gravely injured or potentially died. Their landing was soft and soundless as Zeref walked around the building. Whenever they noticed a weak spot, Lucia would use her ability to strengthen that part of the wall. The stone beneath her hand would glow a bright green before taking on the strong properties of steel. This level of manipulation wouldn't put any strain on her body since she had resorted to using small bursts.

After they had finished their patrol, a loud rumbling noise had surprised both of them. Zeref snickered and let out a questioning howl, "Yeah, I guess that it has been awhlie since we've eaten. But I also realized that we're in unknown territory and have no idea of where they keep their food." Zeref gave Lucia pointed look and flicked his ears, she had forgotten about their strong sense of smell. She hopped down and held her nose high in the air, Lucia figured that she would follow the smell of something delicious while Zeref trailed behind her. In his mind, it was like watching one of his own pups hunt for the first time and he felt an immense surge of pride.​

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[Misuteeku]

Bentonvelt was just listening in to the current conversation. It was great that she would be going with the non-combatant people to somewhere safe. He wasn't interested in fighting one bit- He groaned when he heard the word 'alchemist' out of the original Knight Of The Round Table. Great, so now what was he suppose to do? His combat experience was the same as a villager except he had alchemy at his disposal. At most he would be able to either delay, or block the enemies from coming to him.

Then there was a mention of him at his identity that he frowned upon. It was time like these when he debated whether or not he was a guy or a girl. Sure she was previously a guy, but did it still count as being a guy? He never really did embrace his gender as a male, but he didn't embrace his status as a girl either. It was either alchemy, or medicine to him.

He tuned out the part when they compared him to Merlin. Well it wasn't really comparing it was more like 'replacing' Merlin. It made him frown in how wrong they were associating him with Merlin. From what he had heard he was a really great magus from birth gifted with many powers of magic. Though it was strange for Merlin since he was Arthur's best friend. Once the meeting was dismissed Bentonvelt got up, and walked into the hallway, looking into some place that he might set up his base of operations.

 

[The Silent Z]

"I hope your plans are sufficient and minds focused then..... A stronghold won't protect those in a hurry to die. Nor save a strategy when war is waged." Taliesin spoke simply aloud as Sir David and Sir Bran seemed in a hurry to get down to business with the incoming soldiers marching for Camboglanna. "Only buys time..." Taliesin spoke in ending of any response he may have for those knights and wanting to end the meeting now and rush to posts. Personally it was rather hiding of the fall back strategies and timing of each step or phase rather of attacks of the approaching invaders as only arrows would be of use until the invaders breached the walls. Whether catapults, oil and fire tricks on the outer edge of the walls before the gates to keep ladders from giving climb to willing men amongst the enemy. But odds against them, chances of survival tactics or no would tell soon enough, if the leaders had everything set and if the knights could win this battle, then so be the manner of how it's prepared and told.

"Life shouldn't be thrown away so easily. Whether I know you or care plays little to the tune of life is life. Not a toy to replace and can be. We fight on the same side, so perhaps care derives from it, your young and it shouldn't be wasted either." He responded to the younger, chipper knight. Pondering the words of confusing sort about being unable to relax and steady at the same time, it made him wonder how much experience he had with a bow. Wasn't he a archer? "I believe your missing the point Sir Bran. Seizing the day, legend of your own will surpass others? You've lost before you've even begun. A swelled head is a clouded one, ego gets you nowhere amongst the land you seek. Only leads to your end one way or another. But what can I know as a common born? I've only lived to see it. An Archer relies on both, less your aim fails to reach your target. A difference between hesitation and keeping control, striking with precision not quickness is more important. Otherwise turn rash." Taliesin shook his head and just sat for a moment in observation as Sir Bran introduced himself and from where he hails. "If names are required then have mine for what it's worth. I'm Taliesin Von'Rossum , The fragment remaining of Lauren's Spring.... Already have you my bow."

He spoke plainly like a man who's lost a light to see through shadow as his path was set before him. Either by choice or fate or simple vengeance the call was not his to truly make as many would oppose him whether he spoke of his path in such a way or not. Taliesin meanwhile noticed Alexandria look toward him with a whisper to Lucia along with her own eyes looking to him as well, much to the mans wonder of why or what was said. Then turning toward Galahad as the grizzled knight answered his questions...

"The pathetic existence of man seeking his own tail to please his eye. Little comes from it, easier to kill and leave it dead... not provide slim chance for plans to fail and grand show of power belittled." Taliesin spoke in short reply. It was an answer that he couldn't stand nor accept with any form of approval, but it was truth spoken and that much he'd accept. Word of Mordred was likely to lean toward ill sort rather then more accepting news. Meanwhile he looked toward Alexandria as she spoke of the wizard, Merlin .... "Perhaps a bastard.... But he's got experience and knowledge, we couldn't match nor the power to match what he could offer to us. Least chance of his survival could tip the balance later, should he care to bother in aiding us."

Taliesin added without disagreeing about the type of man he was, but simply offering a view of use the man or wizard could offer them. Meanwhile he turned his attention back toward Galahad and his directions and ending the meeting as he directed Lillian and Taliesin, himself to train the volunteers in archery before the invaders arrive.

"Of course, I'll head over to the grounds and check your lot of archers-to-be..... If luck shows your faith then maybe we'd have a few naturals to lend skill before their first battle." He spoke looking to both Galahad and Alexandria then to his fellow archery trainer in Princess Lillian before eying each other knight and ally present. Nodding an 'Okay' to the location of their quarters in the stronghold of Camboglanna

Now standing up from his chair and giving a final nod to all, before walking away from the table and heading for the door, then outward on his way for the training grounds and to the target practice area, where hay stuffed brown sacks on posts were standing and waiting for a series of arrows to strike them.

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[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce soon got up, bidding farewell to everyone as he decided to go out in patrol. He mounted up, bringing his squire along as they went to look for any wrongs to be righted.

As they were riding, Bryce heard the rhythmic thunder of hooves, and before he knew where it was coming from, a knight in dark armor knocked him off of his horse, Bryce's shield barely protecting him from this knight's lance. Bryce got up, shooing his squire away as he got up himself. He looked at this man who dismounted him, saying, "Who are you, knight in black? Why have you dismounted me?" The knight stayed on his horse, saying, "This is but a warning, Sir Bryce. Do not fight Mordred. It is futile. Flee Briton and never return." Bryce frowned, saying, "I will not flee, knight. I must defend Camelot and it's heir. 'Tis my duty as a knight." The dark knight frowned under his helmet, saying, "Then so be it! Face your destiny." He then rose away, leaving Bryce and his squire, Bryce left wondering who the knight was and who he fought for.

 

[Iskandar]

Alexandria ​

"I have a sneaking suspicion Merlin won't show up and help. He prefers to watch rather than help. He'd only help Arthur, and even that is a stretch. He has the mind of an infant." Galahad said coldly in relation to Merlin before cheering up once more, "Thank you. They'll need all the help they can get. Most of the have the basics and even some more advanced stuff, but more training and advice never hurts."

A few minutes had passed, and Alexandria waited till everyone either left the meeting room, or decided to stay after. First Lucia and her wolf left followed by the Alchemist, Taliesin and the Sir Bryce, "I take it you have no need of me either, Galahad?" Alexandria asked as Galahad had dismissed everyone from the meeting. It seemed like a rather abrupt ending, but it was clear that some more than others were not fond of listening and strategizing. Perhaps Galahad did not have the patience, or knowledge to add anything else to the conversation, but seemed unlikely of him.

Galahad's trance in a train of thought was broken by Alexandria's words, and he replied lazily, "Hm? Ah. Yes. You are free to go. I must convene with our four guests." He offered a small nod to Alexandria, who returned with one of her own before briskly exiting the room, "Ah, please close the door on your way out." Alexandria turned back for a minute before offering another nod and closing the two doors.

"I'm curious to see what you cook up, Galahad." Alexandria muttered to herself as a grin appeared on her face. She walked casually down the hallway, arms raised and hands behind her head. She displayed a very different demeanor than the one that she showed in the meeting room. Alexandria would wander the halls for a bit, waiting for Galahad to reveal whatever he was working on with the other four men. To distract herself a bit, she decided to go and see how Taliesin and possibly Lillian were doing with the recruits they were asked to advise and train.

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[BloodThunder27]

During the meeting, Lillian was mainly silent. The fact that her Father and his Knights were all wiped out with Galahad being the sole survivor weighed heavily on her mind. Not to mention her Mother and Brother were both not accounted for. As much as she didn't want to admit it, in her heart she had the feeling that they were dead and that their corpses were being kept somewhere in Camelot. To her knowledge, none of her Father's Knights had survived. However Lillian was aware that there were traitors against her Father. She just needed to find out who they were and once she does, have them captured, then hold them prisoner, then, once she ascends to the throne, execute them for betraying their king, their people, their comrades. Throughout the entire meeting, from when she arrived at the fort to Galahad's speeches to everyone speaking one after another, these thoughts continued to weigh on the pregnant crown princess' mind. No doubt all this was stressing her out. But if it was stressing her, it must be stressing out her baby as well. Every so often, her unborn son kicked, so she kept her belly cradled the whole time as she listened.

Once the meeting was over, the new knights all went to go do their own tasks, Lillian went to the top of the fort, on the roof. While cradling her swollen belly, she enjoyed the breeze that blew against her cloak and her dress. As the child kicked, she looked down. "Rest easy, my child. There is still time until you come into this world...Rest for your Mother. Don't make her life more difficult then it already is." She said in a soothing tone.

Within minutes, her child stopped kicking. She patted her belly where the baby last kicked before looking back at the view, contemplating on who betrayed her Father, as she desired justice. Then there was the matter of retrieving the pieces of Excalibur...If that was even possible...

 

[The Silent Z]

Taliesin Von'Rossum

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Taliesin had taken thought over Galahad's words concerning Merlin. A infant of man? A unlikely source of aid whilst King Arthur's head lay buried alongside his body or perhaps stuck on a pike somewhere on the grounds. It was through this revelation that made him secondly view his opinions about the legends of the round table, if one such as Galahad held such views of the renowned wizard then some truth must be there, yes?

The knight knew best out of those present. Meanwhile Taliesin had since left but thoughts remained... War wasn't quite as full of potential outcomes as he once convinced himself. The wizard Merlin: A man likely thinking of himself instead of the fallen friends he might of had and the many lives at stake during this siege of Mordred.

However as the thoughts slowly left his mind and his eyes settled on turnout of archers to-be as they stood before him and the targets ahead of them. Some know basics and others even more advanced stuff? The thought crossed his mind as his eyes gazed upon each man and even a woman volunteer. You must be pulling my leg? Taliesin pondered some more before straightening his posture and sharply turning his gaze from them and toward the surroundings as he walked around them with slow strides.

"Stances ready, bows pulled, arrows grasped from its quiver with light touch." He spoke with plain and commanding tone. Watching each follow his orders and he shaking his head as the man observed each man and woman.

Standing next to the far right fellow, he shook his head took out his hand and placed a finger atop the mans bow. "Relax your arms, don't tense up. Steady but calm, feet apart." Taliesin instructed while using his foot to tap and direct the man and hands to get his arms relaxed.

Then moved toward the next and sighed with tap toward the heavier mans gut, while shaking his head at noticing the mans cheeks puffed out with clenched shut lips. "Breathe you fool.... release your gut and just take position. Your not here to impress any ladies, by your gods man.... Take position, will you!" He spoke and did the same as before with his hand and foot.

Next was the woman who seemed rather prepared. She must be the almost advanced archery expert, Galahad mentioned He thought and somewhat smiled with a nod of approval. "Good. You lads take note of her, the woman has form." Taliesin praised in his own way and moved toward the next man..... or boy? The lad barely my looked past twelve. "When was your first shave, boy? Or notice of a woman?" He asked as the boy confusingly returned with a blank look in his eyes. 'Sir?.... I don't understand.'

Taliesin exhaled and shook his head at the young lad. "Age boy! What is your age?" He added quickly though he had to admit this boy had posture. Maybe a natural with basics? He approved but questioned the cause for allowing such a young lad to volunteer. '16.... Sir.' The boy gulped and Taliesin nodded.

"Fine. Fine. Damn Wars..... " He spoke with a mutter and then just looked at him with nod and tap of his hand upon the boys shoulder. "Good posture. Keep your eyes ready and arms relaxed, don't hesitate when the shot comes. Remember the men opposing you will not return such kindness." He advised and moved toward the next. Continuing with each volunteer and doing the same as before, correcting imperfections and using his hand and a tap of his boot to reposition each one to meet his perfectionist and specific form standards.

Watching each volunteer stand at the ready as Taliesin instructed to hold, testing each man and woman's grip, strength of fingers and ability to maintain form as the pressure to hold mounts. Not allowing a single error or release to happen not even a shrug when a itch came.

"Eye that target, picture a face looking back at you. Hold your damn grip!!" He began to speak before a shout came after noticing the two volunteers he first started with had began getting sweat soaked brows and fingertips. "Don't release until I say! A volley doesn't start at your say fools! Fight that grip and hold!....." He started to say with a command in his voice.

"It's timing.... Mastering your hold, setting your eyes dead on your target. Start with large and easy, don't risk missing cause your mind says impress. Hinder them, make them bleed and slow them down. Do not allow them to cross the line! Picture those targets as men seeking to cross that line." He continued aiming to quicken their progress by painting a picture as the hours passed and time neared for the sound of marching men and galloping strides of horses rode for Camboglana.

Walking around them all and coming back to the where he started looking down the line at each volunteer and then glanced at the targets. "Fire!!!" He shouted watching the various results of each arrow firing across the grounds and flying past, hitting and other bouncing off. "Decent...... But don't think! It will only make it harder. Just relax, steady yourselves, remain calm and breath.... By your gods don't forget to breath! Murray! Damn you I've spoken once already about this, now focus! You want to live tonight, yes? See your families and speak of your growth as archers? Then focus! Those invaders seek no mercy. Prisoners will not live free or with glory. Take them down! Keep them from pawing at our gates with ladders of climbing swords and giant logs used to batter the gates. Now arrows set! Pull back and relax, steady those hands and calm your mind into clarity of vision and focus! Now... Correct your stance you downward half! Aim! Hold! Remember to hold and breath...... We don't strike quickly until you've mastered the basics of battle. Hold and ease your arms while keeping form. Now.... Fire!!!"

Watching the next round of results Taliesin sighed again, seeing improvements and the volunteers taking steps in the right direction but he still feared the results were not good enough. Not for a battle to be waged upon these very doorsteps in a matter possible hours. Taking his bow, quickly pulling for a arrow and setting up his shot while dying each volunteer as he stepped before one. "Better! You show promise with time. But we have little to offer you..... I'm not going to sugarcoat bloodbath, you show courage and you'll need every last drop remaining within you, once this fight starts. It will shake you to your core. Sweat will roll from your heads like rain and you will feel your throats hesitate in those necks. You see life! But don't see them as life.... only see your targets! Now pay attention and maybe you'll see I'm not just talking loud!"

The Archer spoke and quickly began firing off one arrow after another as his steps continued down the line. Passing each volunteer and firing his arrows quickly as he set them up for each target to feel as they struck precisely between the would be eyes and center of each chest. Coupling his shots as he backed stepped and repeated the process keeping quick, flowing movement and never allowing his eyes to loose focus.

"Now again! Waste no movement, flow like a stream and keep form. Feet, posture, arrows, aim and repeat!" Taliesin spoke and kept repeating those words one after another as he intended to quicken their bows and repeatedly grabbing arrows to aim and fire. Ensuring and instructing them to focus and move without eyes leaving thy targets. Testing them with each round as he started to almost approve and nod with a smile as each round they all seemed to improve, they seemed grow a little with each shot and show more promise.

Taliesin would be asked to advise volunteers before battle and so the Archer intended but did as much as one could with such little time. He meant to prepare them for more then just understanding how to use a bow and fire each arrow. He intended to prepare them for the coming battle and struggles, the pressure they will face when the true dangers come and time around them quickens

"Good. Better I'd say. Keep at it and don't lose heart, keep your heads and know every feeling, every mistake is natural but can be overcome and shall! Now again! I expect you at your finest! Show me your fight! I'll not have lives thrown away here. Instead I better see lives fighting! Your no Warriors of legend.... Your better! Because you have so much more to fight for! They shall not see your fear, they will only see your arrows! Keep them at bay and fight as one flowing stream.... Never ending and always meeting your destination! I'm here to see you learn and take advice. I intend to prepare your eyes, hearts and minds for hell... not target practice. Cover your fellow man and woman, don't break form and don't stop moving those arms and releasing those arrows. Your quivers run empty? Then fall back and reform archers! Volley, reform, aim and fire again. We need you to live and your families shall see as many of you alive as I can possibly ensure with my own bow. I'll stand with you til the end. But your not leaving here until you show me your fight!" Taliesin spoke using a form of knowledge sharing, harsh truths and repeated practice as well as his own form of motivation to inspire them. Hoping his methods would prove useful and most importantly effective in the end.

He could tell they were not knights, soldiers, war veterans.... They were commoners like him, farmers, hunters maybe, merchants and servants. Blacksmiths. Who knew for certain except for that each volunteer had more then a nobleman could ever have or dream of having when it came for what they would be fighting for, Taliesin meanwhile knew. Perhaps he was wrong but to him, commoners had much more to fight for then experienced soldiers and knights, nobles and legends. They had to work harder just to have chance to survive, they would need to dig down deep and pull from depths they weren't aware of yet. Just to have a chance to survive. Taliesin figured the least he could do was offer everything he could muster to help them.

(Wow... This one got away from me. Wasn't intending to write a post this length. *_*)

 

[Cheesemick]

Sir Galahad announced the meeting was over, finally. He couldn't wait to get outside, even though he had only been in here for short time. He did hear the Merlin was still alive, some good news at least, the raven master was surely dead and Sir Bran didn't know anyone else who could help him control his magic. "If you need me Sir Galahad just call".

He then saw the changeling jump out the window, looks like I'm not the only one using magic here, he thought to himself. Perhaps their was someone who could help him with his magic, that was under his nose.

He finally knew Taliesin's name, how interesting he called himself a common born. He talked about himself being a common born as if Sir Bran was smarter because he was a knight, the thought never crossed his mind. Clearly Taliesin was older then him, to Sir Bran that meant he was smarter. He also talked bout how striking with precision was more important then quickness, now Sir Bran understood. Sir Bran naturally got precision from his magic so he always trained his speed, as to Sir Bran what good is precision when you're dead. There was clearly a disconnect here, as Sir Bran was always fighting one on one duels or challenging bandits one on one. While Sir Bran was getting more of a 'street fighting' kind of battle style from Taliesin. Its was clear to him now that they where brought up in completely different circumstances, with completely different archery techniques. He then decided to leave.

The next to leave was Sir Bryce. Then Bran decided to also leave, he thought to maybe try find the changeling to see if she could help him with his own magic. He imminently found Taliesin training men, no rest for the wicked, he decided to stay and watch while, maybe learn something. He sure did know how to shout really loud, despite that though he was not bad at teaching the men. he decided to approach him. "You're pretty good with that bow Lord Taliesin" He assumed he was a Lord since he still didn't know where he came from. "You also not bad at teaching, you ever thought about being a private tutor for nobles? Or perhaps that is what you did before this war happened. Maybe when this is all over you could be the royal trainer for the men in Camelot".

Iskandar
Shadow Alpha
The Silent Z
Rusty of Shackleford

 

[Misuteeku]

Bentonvelt laughed manically as he finally set up his 'Research Lab.' It wasn't one of the best labs he's made, but it was usable at least. Heading over to his brewing stand. An accomplishment like this deserved some tea. Going over to the brewing stand he started to boil some water while thinking on what would happen during this war they 'forced' him to partake in. There was an abundant amount of experiments he could do during the war. He'd never experimented on a pregnant woman before since the villagers stopped her from doing so, he didn't not know why they stopped him, and that strange girl with a strange wolf.

Those two seemed rather odd in terms of human standards. Though he didn't experiment on animals the wolf would be the first one to be his test subject as for the girl. Bentonvelt was just going to experiment all over her since she was a strange specimen. He could tell whether or not what was human, or not even if it was just changeling.... well most of the time.

 

[Iskandar]

Alexandria​

Alexandria took a deep breath and walked up besides Lillian, offering her a small smile and nod, "Quite the windy and cloudy day today. Storm is brewing. Wouldn't be surprised if we had to fight in the rain and mud." The Knight huffed slightly as she put her hands behind her back and looked down towards Taliesin and his training of the volunteer's. Her right eyebrow quirked up as she continued to watch Taliesin train the volunteers, and couldn't help but grin and shake her head, "A fine teacher, that one. Commanding and strict, yet he is caring. I believe he wishes for the best of those men and women."

Alexandria turned her head towards Lillian, "So, Princess. What is bothering ya? You have been rather quiet, and you seem lost in thought." A gust of strong wind blew through the fort, and was followed by a bright flash of light and then a crack from the heavens themself. It was obviously just a thunderstorm, but the more pious and religious people may see it as a sign from God. Alexandria merely fixed her disheveled hair and waited for Lillian to reply. The Knight pursed her lips and looked back down at the training, now Sir Bran was there, attempting to make contact with the taciturn Taliesin.

Meanwhile...

"There army is most likely twice as big, but probably not as well trained. Mordred didn't gather much military support when betraying Arthur." Cromwell said, pointing at the rough map that Galahad provided, "Our scouts believe they will arrive by noon on the morrow, but we can't verify if these claims are true."

"Why?" Galahad said, eyebrow raised.

"All of our scouts have differing reports and timeframes for their arrival." Casanova said with a thick Italian accent, "I do not believe we have a spy, but some sort of... What do you people call it? Sorcery...? Yes, that. I believe that is at work."

"Possibly Merlin?" Richard said as he swung his legs, he was rather short, child size even.

"I do not think so. I believe some other magus would the cause, but they'd have to be as powerful as Merlin." Galahad's face contorted with confusion as he thought. He knew of no other mage as talented as Merlin, drawing him to believe that it was a Mage from the Invader's forces.

"The defenses are as shored up as possible, and with the men as ready as they can be. It will be a hard battle, but I believe we can do it. Have you heard from him at all?" Cromwell said, his tone and demeanor sounded much more cheery that earlier. Perhaps because he was talking about strategy and not having to deal with kids and young ones... well other than Richard.

"No, but he assures me that he can gather the necessary manpower to aid us. We'd have to hold out till the day after tomorrow for his arrival." Galahad replied, frowning and shaking his head, "I believe God may have mercy on us though."

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The Silent Z

 

[The Silent Z]

A glimpse into the volunteers future it seemed the way Taliesin remained observant and at their sides with focused gaze as they continued the training regimen. Watching one arrow after another strike the targets with various degrees of accuracy and skill, but the improvement and consistency hadnt been lost on the training Archer. A curved arm over and across his midsection and elbow resting upon it laying arm with a raised hand to stroke his small beard in observation and thought had become the form Taliesin took quietly.

Noticing the storm settle in and a flash of lightening take place amid the sky. Meanwhile a famialir voice caught his ear upon approach... Bran? A complimentary opening remark followed by a almost uneasy title... 'Lord' Taliesin. It took restraint from showing his unease at being called that word. A inner shaking off such a title had surely taken place while on the outside Taliesin gave nod and greeted in turn, while watching the men and women practice on. "Yes. Thank you, Sir Bran." The man spoke with honest thanks but tone still rather focused and monotone for now. But it seemed 'Lord' wouldn't be the most uneasy mention of the moment. He almost broke into a chuckle but kept form still, deciding there was no need to take a well intended remark and use it for a foundation to lash out and laugh upon its hearing. "Just trying to give them a chance. But my thanks." He nodded once more and turned his eye to Sir Bran with a sigh and the taking of a breath. Perhaps it was best to inform the young knight of his own personal role in life and how lord would be unnatural for someone of his stake in life. Not to mention working with nobles or for the nobles as private tutor was a very touchy subject and idea for him.

He was still after mixed on the idea working for and trusting nobles. While a lean toward one side over the other was not only fair but expected for someone like Taliesin. "I shall clarify for you Sir Bran, I'm no lordling. I'm a commoner, one of those the lords and nobles look down at and turn up their noses upon notice of one. I'm just Taliesin. Simple. Short. Nothing of note for titles and land." He spoke fairly but clearly in turn. "In truth? Tutoring nobles as their private trainer would not.... Suit me." He spoke showing a level of self restraint in his pause and letting it be at 'suit me' before taking a moment to observe the volunteers closely and amuse himself over the idea about training nobles or gaining a official role within Camelot shall the rebellion succeed. "Further truth? I didn't train nobles or even people in general how to fight or hold a bow and fire a arrow. I dedicated my life to serving justice and bringing vengeance upon those who wronged and took advantage of my people before murdering them all 'cept me and burned Lauren's spring to the ground. I've hunted more professionally you might say, lot of travel across lands and many fights." He spoke giving a telling motion of his two forward fingers and outlined his scars upon his upper face and side of his forehead. "Nobles and their men, Sir Bran..... They'd proven even a child wasn't free of their fun." Taliesin spoke slowly moving his hand back down into a fold with the other.

"I'm not sure what future I have. Life after vengeance and war don't come often to my mind, maybe aiding future commoners or men by accepting such a role in Camelot should all this succeed and I'm not executed for my.... hunts or views. Maybe.... maybe I'd consider the offer should it be given." Taliesin spoke

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[Cheesemick]

Taliesin didn't seem like he was to interested in talking, maybe now wasn't a good time. He was about to go till Taliesin turned to him starting to give him a bit insight on his views. He made it very clearly stated to Sir Bran he wasn't any sort of nobility, he seemed to think very ill of nobles as well. "I've never really though down on commoners. Now their certainly are those that are born more distinguished then others" For this Sir Bran had to think no further then himself, being a 'chosen one' "But aren't we all in some way? distinguished from one another, I see no reason for that to be a reason why we can't get along. For here we are, standing on equal ground brothers in arms"

He then spoke of being more of a vengeful person then a teaching one "Perhaps you could be a guard, or even guard captain in Camelot, helping others with their own vengeance. I'm not sure why you would be executed, after this war I'm sure you'll be praised as one of the most noble of people. People would be more then happy to have you helping them in one way or another. All I'm trying to say is, I've got you back no what you choose and If I were a commoner that wouldn't change" With that Sir Bran gave him a wink from under his mask and walked away.

As he walked away he could see Alexandria and Lillian watching them, he waved up to them with a slight smile.

He moved on to put his bow in his room grabbing his fiddle. He practiced playing a slow tune singing a bit not knowing the next time he could practice. "There are some who are born distinguished" Thinking back on his moment with Taliesin maybe he could write a small tune "There are some who are born in praise" He kept playing a quite tune "But me I was always the last to choose" He took a walk around the fort,singing quietly to himself "A blot in the castle's gaze" He supposed the only thing left to do was to walk around and wait, till maybe a mealtime? Or they where called to fight. Maybe try to find the changeling or that odd woman calling herself a man, bumping into anyone really was sure to turn out fun.

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Iskandar
BloodThunder27
Misuteeku
Shadow Alpha
_Exodus_
Rusty of Shackleford

 

[BloodThunder27]

Lillian's train of thought was disrupted when she was approached by Alexandria, Galahad's Daughter and one of the new Knights. With an incoming storm, which they now knew for a fact, she was grateful to be an archer, however, participating in battle was still a risk. One that she wasn't willing to take. The only time she would take up arms was if the walls were breached. Otherwise, she'd have to stay back and help the wounded in the meantime, which was the only thing she was good for right now. Going into battle while with child was a very hazardous decision, one that even Galahad knew that she would not make. When she commented on Taliesin, Lillian didn't have much to say. He may be a good archer, but will he surpass her? Next, Alexandria commented on how she has been really quiet, to which the Princess responded. "I have a lot on my mind, Lady Alexandria. With my Kingdom and my Family ripped from me to the growing unborn child in my belly, I don't even know where to start."

Cradling her belly once more, Lillian looked down, gently caressing it. This time, the unborn child did not kick or fidget, thankfully. "There is...One thing. I was told that my Father's Sword was shattered in battle. Surely its remains have been scattered across the land. I need someone to retrieve them for me." She turned to make eye contract with the Knight. "I'd do it myself, but my condition does not allow for such a task. And there is one personal request I have, particularly for you, Lady Alexandria." Lillian looked down at her belly as she made her statement.
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[Shadow Alpha]

Lucia Saeva​

Lucia had finally found was smelled like a kitchen and thanked the ancient spirits for allowing her to find it. The chefs all looked at her with a questioning eye causing Lucia to blush under heir gaze, "Ah I-I was wondering if it is okay for me to eat now since I don't have a task to do now?" After she was finished speaking 2 young women with aprons seemed to be possessed as they dashed out to gather her in a tight hug. They gushed over Lucia and snuggled her between them as if she were a plush doll.

Zeref just shook his head and dove into the bowl of food that one of the workers had placed beside him. It was a type of stew full of different meats and vegetables that would provide the soldiers with stamina and strength. Lucia, on the other hand, had been placed on the counter where they were cooking. She somehow ended being hand fed while they offered her different types of sweets, Lucia was content so she didn't see any need to stop them. Zeref had pulled away from his meal as he smelled someone heading in this direction and let out a low alert howl. Once the figure had come closer, Lucia had recognized him as Sir Bran. "Hello Sir Bran, are you looking for something or someone?"​

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