Fantasy Rebirth of Camelot[Temporarily Open]

[Cheesemick]

Sir Bran's face lit up like a small child on Christmas day as soon as he heard the changelings voice "Its you!" He ran over to her and shook her hand furiously "You're so cool! Can I ask you some questions?" He said with a glint in his eyes. "What kind of magic do you have? Can you breath fire? Can you jump over the moon? Can you hear everything from miles away? Do you eat people? What does your companions fur feel like? Can you turn into a raven like me? Can you turn into any animal? Where you do you come from? Are there more people like you? Whats your name?" The whole time Sir Bran had that same giddy look, like he was a fanboy meeting his idol. Anything that seems fun or dangerous hes all in.

Shadow Alpha

 

[Iskandar]

Alexandria ​

Alexandria cracked a smile, turned to Lillian and offered her some advice, "Focus on that child in you. I understand that you have lost much, but do not let vengeance consume you. Focus on that child of yours, offer it all your compassion. Let it distract you from your want to avenge your father and kingdom." She paused, "I fear you may bring down everyone and everything if you focused on vengeance. A lady with child is quite the deadly foe." The Knight chuckled lightly before turning back towards the field that lay beyond the walls of Camboglanna. Luckily the Fort was on a hill, which made it almost impossible for a surprise attack, and the visibility was usually well enough that the human eye could see for miles. Today was a dark and gloomy day filled with now thundering storms and bright, momentary flashes of lightening.

"Oh? It is indeed true that Excalibur was shattered. It would not surprise me if a majority of them are in Mordred's possession, but I believe Galahad has been searching for any other pieces. I believe he has found a few." Alexandria said, positioning her hands from behind her back to the hilt of her sword, her tone a tad more serious, "Of course, m'lady. Whatever you need. You are the last vestige of the Royal Family, so you hold absolute authority. Well... Galahad may contest that in this time of crisis." She paused, gulping slowly and blinking a few times after a flash of lightening illuminated the area, "Hmm... Anyway, what do you need?"

The area around Camboglanna was still empty, and there were still no signs of Mordred and his army. Another bolt of lightening struck, this time relatively close to the fort. It was extremely bright, almost blinding. The area it struck was soon caught on fire, and as the people's eyes readjusted from the extraordinary lightening bolt the loud booming of thunder erupted. He was here. Mordred and his army had arrived. Mysteriously and suddenly, the King of Treachery... had arrived. His army surrounded the fort, and they all seemed to thirst for blood, but were held back by Mordred and his generals.

"Oh Galahad. Dear Galahad. Friend of mine. Where do you hide?" Mordred shouted, his voice as booming as the thunder, "COME OUT YOU PATHETIC OLD MAN. COME OUT SO I CAN CLAIM YOUR HEAD AND PUT IT ON A PIKE FOR EVERYONE TO SEE."

Cheesemick BloodThunder27 Shadow Alpha _Exodus_ The Silent Z Rusty of Shackleford Misuteeku

 

[The Silent Z]

There was a youth about Sir Bran that seemed innocent and joyful. He was of higher birth or least title then Taliesin ever was and commoners generally were given. It was almost refreshing to see and hear how he spoke on life and commoners. Surely telling of his youth but overall a greater outlook then nobles Taliesin had met or dealt with in his past. Listening to him talk and keeping mindful of his volunteering archers to be, he looked between the two sides and gazed so often toward the targets giving a 'hmm' as the man stroked his beard. "A mindset not often encountered..." he started to speak giving pause to observe and narrow his brow. "Viktor, I said keep form! Don't look a fool with lazy feet." He sharply reminded and turned back toward Bran. "Perhaps not all nobles are the same. But fewer would accept such a view in my experience, If more thought that way we would have less tyrants and elitists who help themselves to any and everything in sight." The man followed up after a brief turn of focus toward the volunteers. "None the less... We'll see how nobles and commoners fair under a single banner here. As long as a common enemy is about to strike we might just change minds... or least keep more folks alive." He nodded simply and agreed in some way that he'll stick around and see this alliance through.

"Oh? Nobles must really be forgiving folks and less about their own hides then. Usually a man like me has a bounty on their head and angered nobles seeking their necks." He spoke with a small laugh that was more of hearty chuckle then anything. "But... I suppose maybe even nobles can see their own kind need a brought to justice. Maybe. Guard? Guard Captain? I don't know. It's all too far ahead and I like to live in the moment when I can... When this battle ends and if this war turns to our favor and victory, then I'll give thought and ponder a role in this new Camelot. Til then I'm a man to fight and either die or live... Rewards and possibilities beyond that is far more then I can offer a mere glimpse at much less decide now." Taliesin spoke as the man younger, youthful knight seemed ready to move on. But the Archer hadn't overlooked his intentions even if they were not what he had expected when he 'in a way' signed up for this war and joined the now seen rebellion of knights and royal guards and misfits like himself. He gave a nod to the young Bran and watched him walk away and move on toward his next stop before the battle.

Meanwhile and with some passing time......... Taliesin continued to train these archers starting to inform them of how to account for different and challenging conditions like weather and the which way the wind may blow. All the while gazing up at those flashes of lighting, loud booms and cracks of thunder in that darkened sky above as the gloom of it all seemed telling of this day. A great battle atop this hill at this very stronghold called Camboglanna was about to wage and lives, cries and splatter of blood would paint the land and fill the air in loud, determined and even in some cases frightened manner. The Archer couldn't help but think about those youthful kids about to play war and live it with actual permanent stakes. A young boy barely a whisker upon his face joining this battle and acting brave, yet Taliesin could tell his inner fear he would try to mask as time nears.

A woman upon the battlefield wasn't common yet that wasn't why he gave thought to the girl, no, a full grown woman who signed up. Old ignorant thoughts weren't fueling his mind only worry and concern, how would she react to this battle? Could she handle the taking of a life? Was she ready to accept her fate should it mean death? A deeper gaze into the realities of war and what it brought crosses his mind. A single man determined to fight, kill and live until his last was only one man deciding his own fate. But war decided much more then that, battles determined far more then his own accepted fate.... Even if they lived today would they still tomorrow? If this battle was won, how many more lives would be effected? Small villages like his own, like the commoners who stood with him and took place under his tutelage had themselves a small village where they likely came from and had families and friends living now or vacating as they spoke or already had.

Yet time was moving pass like a continuous flow of air and breath. Thoughts of his would have to leave his mind and depart, sounds of marching feet and cracking thunder filled his ears as loud voice carried. A quick change of expression crossed his face and turned to a still more serious look. "Gather your arrows, move toward the forward and right battlements!! Two rows, spaces but tight.... Stick to form and keep strong! Tall behind short, no fear only arrows! Show them only arrows and your far from reach gaze!" He directed and quickly spoke with hands motioned in directing the host of volunteers. While his eyes looked up toward the sky and his thoughts began to clear and focus upon the situation and time at hand.

Simply watching the flashes of light and reflect from his eyes as his trainees followed his command and hustled toward the battlements. Truthfully paying so much focus on the volunteers left him without time for his pre-battle ritual and preparation yet that would be fine. A higher importance on his mind were the archers under his watch and the approaching men setting their sights on Camboglanna and Galahad as the voice called out. Bringing a rush to his feet as Taliesin quickly headed toward the forward battlements with his bow and quiver of arrows in tow following behind the others and taking position at the center position of the section while still near his volunteers who were off to his right.

His eyes staring a seeming hole into the mass of soldiers and invaders, looking into that sea of men and mentally preparing himself quickly while going over different tactical possibilities in his head and eying different points with rushed sweeping gaze.

 

[Misuteeku]

Bentonvelt was so happy, so accomplished that he when he made his base of operations that she kept on stirring the tea up until now. It was until the lighting struck that snapped her out of his thoughts that he dropped the tea onto the floor. It was lukewarm as it splashed from underneath his cloak. Bentonvelt frowned as she looked down at the tea cup. The clouds weren't gathered, nor darkened when he was outside. "So they're here," With a sigh Bentonvelt went over, and collected unfinished experiments that were in flasks. It would be such a terrible waste to leave information that he might of gathered from the experiments. Slowly he filled up a satchel with his experiments.

She exited out of the room, and started to walk down the halls of the castle. It was going to be bustling with soldiers soon so he might as well hurry, and get to somewhere safe. Removing the glove as he walked down the halls he quickly stuffed it into his bag. It was obviously not for Galahad, or the others it was just for his own protection. Granted he hadn't used alchemy to fight with, but she had an idea on what to do. His gaze darted around the hall as he wanted to spot any advantageous spots he could use to save his own skin. It was only main because of his ability, that he thought like this.

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Lucia Saeva​

The girl's arm shook fiercely from Sir Bran's over enthusiastic greeting. Her vision seemed to blur slightly and she heard Zeref let out a low warning growl. He was not pleased with the rough treatment that Lucia was getting and made it quite clear. The usual light shade of red graced her face as she focused on all of the questions that Sir Bran had fired off.

"Umm I-I have an affinity for earth so I don't have the ability to breathe fire. I'm pretty light on my feet and agile so I can jump quite high but nowhere near the moon, but then again I've never jumped with the intention of jumping over the moon." Lucia paused in her rambling as she began to ponder the idea of jumping over the moon, it sounded like a fun adventure for her to attempt. She shook her head and counted off the remaining questions on her fingers. "My hearing is quite good but I'm not sure of the exact distance that I can hear up to, it's almost as good as Zeref's I believe. I'm not able to turn into a raven but I can take on canine form, I still don't eat humans though. We changelings only have 2 forms, a completely human appearance and the animal that imprints on our souls. I'm from a forest that is kind of close by yet unknown to humans where the rest of my tribe lives. Oh! My name's Lucia Saeva of the Saeva clan and Zeref's fur is the softest thing I've felt but I'm not sure if he'll let you touch him. Anymore questions Sir Bran or would you like to eat?" Lucia let out a long breath after she had finished her interrogation and hoped that it was the end of it.
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[Cheesemick]

Sir Bran still holding Lucia hands with both of his like a blanket quietly listened to her answers. She seemed even cooler then he though, he was more excited then ever to learn about the rest of his comrades. "Woah no way! You can turn into a canine, I can turn into a raven. Maybe I'm a long lost member of your tribe. Do all your tribe members get their own Zeref? Do your people guard a tower?" Maybe the raven master was also a member of Lucia tribe all along as well, he was clearly overthinking this. He was the chosen of the Bran the king to be the guardian of the raven tower, not a changeling.

She asked him if he wanted to eat anything, he finally let go of his grip, he looked over to the meaty strew "Oh, sure, if they have anything that doesn't have animals in it" He manged to get a carrot he could bite on "Its a long story. My mentor Sir Gawain he never eat animals. He always said their lives where more important then his, that he didn't deserve their flesh. He once made a promise with a lord while he was in the lords castle, he promised to give the lord everyone he obtained while he was staying there and the lord would give him all animals he caught to feast on. He didn't up hold that deal, even since then he said he didn't deserve to eat animals. He was less then the animals and land itself, he said. So we never eat animals, it just sorta grew on me. Haven't eaten animals ever since I was with him" He looked a little sad as he talked about his mentor with high praise, as he talked about him he was wondering where he could be. The fact he wasn't here really meant he was with the other side, Sir Bran still didn't want to believe that.

He rambled so much he didn't realize everyone around the fort was running around like crazy, he turned to look outside "Something wrong, we should head outside" He gave her formal bow "It was nice meeting you Lady Lucia" He quickly ran off to put his fiddle back grabbing his bow running outside.

Shadow Alpha
Iskandar

 

[BloodThunder27]

When Alexandria said to not allow vengeance to consume her and to focus on her unborn child, Lillian just looked down at her belly, full with child. While she did believe in placing her child ahead of everything else, she did think that doing so would make more sense once the child is born. Before, she did have to worry about both herself and the child. If she wasn't an archer, chances were she would be hiding in a Sanctuary and waiting for Galahad to crush the King of Treachery and his Army. While cradling her belly, she sighed, still wondering what to do. But once Alexandria spoke of her fears of what were to happen if Lillian focused on revenge, she frowned. As if her hormones would spiral out of control, but yes, a woman with child was not a foe to take lightly. Hopefully Mordred knew that. If not, she may be able to take him by surprise. Now she was wondering if he knew she was with child. If so, she'd be in more danger then she is now. "You're right, I should focus on my son. Luckily I'm proficient with a bow. My enemies will fall before they will obtain the chance to take my child from me...Let alone take my head."

Next, they moved on to what Lillian was going to ask Alexandria. "Its not something I'd ask anyone." She shifted her cloak before turning to full face the young knight.

Lillian then grabbed Alexandria's wrist to place her hand on the belly. "Not only do I want to place you in the new Queen's Guard once I ascend to the throne, but I want you to be the Godmother to my son."

In response, the child kicked against Alexandria's hand. "If anything happens to me, I want you to protect him at all costs."

Next, lightning would strike and it wasn't long until the fort was surrounded by the enemy. Hearing Mordred's voice made her blood boil. "We will have to finish this discussion later. It seems that the King of Treachery requires my undivided attention." She growled before looking downwards. "Go find your Father, I will go help Taliesin rally the Archers."
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[The Silent Z]

Taliesin had been standing in the center of the forward battlements near the volunteer archers and just watching the enemy. Eyes staring hole through the storms shadowed lands with a thought on a small list of topics, the archers both volunteer and guards- Followed by the tactics portion of it all. Doing his best not to think on the non battle-able men, women and children down below somewhere. Trying not to think about those volunteers who'd see their first battle up close and take part. Doing his best just to look ahead and not back, see to those archers and ensure as many survive as possible. Meanwhile his eyes eventually would turn from the enemy and search for those guards, see where other archers with more experience may hold up.

Taking notes of how many soldiers and knights had responded so far to this claimed-Kings call. "Just focus on the front. If they reach our walls on other sections, I'll say or another voice will. Don't lose focus on the front, they are your main priority and you are the force who shall keep them at bay!" Taliesin spoke aloud to the archers. "If rain falls then account for it. But quickly. Don't lose sight of them, not a single invader! Not a single sword or even a cat shall pass! Ladders, catapults will happen. Don't lose focus of those men! Fire will happen. But don't lose focus of those men! Stone and walls will break, get battered and crumble at your feet, at your front and at your backs. But don't lose focus! The longer you focus, the more you hit, the more you kill, the longer we last and the greater your chances.... Greater our chances! "

Taliesin continued before going silent once more. Pondering how many would join them on the forward battlements and how this would play this eve.

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[Iskandar]

Alexandria ​

Alexandria was taken aback once Lillian grabbed her wrist and placed the knight's hand on her swollen stomach. She audibly gulped and listened with anticipation at what Lillian would request of her. Upon hearing Lillian's words, Alexandria remained quiet and motionless. Her throat and mouth were dry and her tongue stuck forcefully to the roof of her mouth. After a few seconds to regain her composure and train of thought, Alexandria offered Lillian a smile and nod, "Of course. I'll accept both of those re-" Before she could finish her sentence, Mordred had cut her off with his shouting for Galahad and his head.

"Yes. That would probably be best." Alexandria offered Lillian a nod before turning away from Mordred and his massive army. She began to quickly walk away before she stopped and turned back towards Lillian, "Don't do anything too rash, alright? We need you to survive this battle..." She'd offer another nod before disappearing.

Galahad and his advisors were already on their way towards the battlements when Alexandria met up with them. They were flanked by a dozen guards, and walked briskly down the halls which filled with soldiers and civilians, both getting to where they needed to go, "How many men does Mordred seem to have?"

"I'm not sure, but it looked like it was close to fifteen thousand... They also have trebuchets and siege engines." Alexandria said this with a bleak tone and let out a heavy sigh.

"Only fifteen thousand. How many do we have?" Cromwell asked, almost offended by how small of an army Mordred had.

"Around five thousand. Maybe a bit more than that." Alexandria informed Cromwell.

"We can definitely make that work." Cromwell said with a large grin as the party exited the inner warmth and safety of the building. Rain pelted them as the storm seemed to only get worse. It would appear that the rain would not stop for a while, possibly even days. Galahad and his group made their way up to the battlements where Taliesin and the archers stood. Many men now stood on the battlements, and it would appear most of the rebel forces were ready for a fight.

"Mordred. How far you have fallen." Galahad shouted towards Mordred, his voice somehow thundering over the heavy rain.

"Shut up, old man. Submit and call me your king, and I may let a few of you live." Mordred shouted back with an evil grin plastered on his face. He looked like a madman that had been bent into the human form of wickedness. His face contorted into sickening and disgusting expressions.

"I will never submit to a traitor like you." Galahad retorted, "You killed the king. Your own father. Why?!"

"Because he was a fool, and a bitch. He was not fit to rule Camelot any longer. Camelot was to be mine, and if it meant killing him, then I would gladly do it a hundred more times." Mordred began to cackle widely, his army joining in on his manacle laughter.

"How far you have fallen. You were once a bright boy. A man who made his father proud. Now you are pathetic... Lowe-" Galahad spoke with a frown, and his eyes filled with sadness at the sight of what a decrepit man Mordred became. He was cut off by Richard, who practically shoved his way in front of Galahad, drawing his sword and pointing it at Mordred.

"You are trash! Scum... WONDERFUL! The thought of battling you and your army get's my blood boiling! I will defeat you, King of Treachery, I hope you can make this a battle worth fighting!" Richard shouted, a wild glint was in his eye. For a child, he looked almost a deranged as he stared off at Mordred. The young boy thirsted for battle, and it was the sole thing he craved in life. As long as he got to be on a battle field, and see death surround him, Richard was happy.

Richard sheathed his sword and began to walk off, down towards where the bulk of the army had gathered. Cromwell soon followed down to discuss something with the young boy. Galahad merely stood their speechless before turning towards Taliesin, "Have the archers release three volleys. Once Mordred and his army get closer, fire until you are out of arrows. We must defend this fort at all costs." Galahad offered a nod before leaving the battlements and towards Richard, Alexandria was in tow.

For the time being, it appeared as though both sides had time till the battle began...

_Exodus_ The Silent Z BloodThunder27 Cheesemick Shadow Alpha Rusty of Shackleford Misuteeku

(Will probably edit in the morning. Currently 3AM. Plus wanted the new people to be able to post before the battle)

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Bryce soon rushed back to Camelot, asking around for Galahad before finding Alexandria, kneeling before her as he said, "M'lady! I was attacked on my patrol by a knight in black. I no not of he serves Mordred or himself, but he told me that I should flee or face my destiny. I just thought I should tell you this." He bowed, leaving for his chambers as he sat down, his fiancee soon coming in, massaging his shoulders as she sang softly, Bryce slowly drifting off as she smiled and kissed his head.
Iskandar

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Lucia Saeva​

At the sound of eerie lightning that had seemingly come out of nowhere, Zeref and Lucia had made eye contact for a second before rushing outside. The duo sped through the corridors as their sensitive ears were bombarded with the shouts of men ready to do battle. Lucia had arrived beside the others with a serious look on her face that didn't seem to quite match her appearance. She surveyed the area and took a few things into account before giving Zeref a slight nod.

The large emerald wolf let out a haunting howl as it had begun to emit a green aura. Lucia took in a deep breath before her body was covered in a similar glow and placed both of her hands on the ground. To those around her, she may have appeared to being praying when she was actually pinpointing the enemy's exact location through the earth. Once she was sure of that, she let out a wide grin before jamming her hands into the earth causing it to rumble, "Everyone, you may want to steady yourself for a moment." Mordred's army was soon surrounded on their sides and rear by what appeared to be deep trenches. This tactic would only allow them to move forward and would give them less space to maneuver around the archers' arrows. Satisfied with the deep gouges she created in the Earth, Lucia fell back onto her butt after that exertion. "It is much easier to make the land give way than build it up but it is still tiring. Thank you for your help in stabilizing my power Zeref."

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[Iskandar]

Alexandria​

Both Alexandria and Galahad listened to Bryce but did not respond, as they didn't find any reason to and the fact that he left the two for the inner sanctum of the fortress. This caused both Galahad and Alexandria to lose any respect for the man, but had far more pressing issues to deal with. Richard was practically seething to get out onto the battlefield and destroy Mordred, though he was having some troubles mounting his horse.

"Uhhh. Can anyone help me...?" Richard said as he tried to pull himself up onto his horse, which seemed larger than any other horse causing Richard to seem smaller than he really was. After a few more attempts the boy managed to get atop his horse and offered a laugh, "Nothing the King can't overcome!" He paused and pointed at Galahad, "Now open these gates so me and these brave men can go out and do battle with the enemy!"

Galahad merely sighed before hearing Lucia shout for everyone to steady themselves. The ground shook, and Lucia had managed to surround Mordred's army with deep trenches. The girl was exhausted and fell back onto her butt. Alexandria rushed over to the girl and offered her a hand, "Here. Good jo-"

As soon as Alexandria was about to compliment Lucia for her work, Mordred's voice thundered through the air, "HAHAHAHAHAHA. You think this will do anything? Pathetic." With a wave of his hand, a hooded man stepped forward. It was obvious he was grinning, though it looked disgusting as his teeth were yellow and rotting. He looked at the trenches before stomping his left foot. The earth from the trenches soon reappeared, causing them to be no more.

"Well... Uh. At least you tried." Alexandria said with an awkward chuckle before looking over to Galahad.

"Charge." Mordred said rather quietly, his men now moving towards the fort. First it was a slow walk, then increased to a jog and finally into a full sprint. Thousands of enemy men who swore their loyalty to Mordred were now charging the fort.

"Taliesin. As soon as they are in range, fire those three volleys. Tell me when you have done so." Galahad said before turning his attention to Richard who was joined by Cromwell, "Once the three volleys are done, I want you and the army, excluding the archers, to exit the fort and meet Mordred's army head on. Cromwell I want you up there with Taliesin to observe the battle and make any necessary changes."

Mordred's men continued to advance, now within range of the archers under Taliesin's command. The King meanwhile sat upon his horse, watching his men run off to their death.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Lilliana was able to reach Taliesin only just in time. Hopefully with her on the battlefield despite her condition would boost morale for her fellow Archers. With the storm raging in, the outcome of this battle was just too unpredictable. Normally, she would be hiding in some safe haven in the mountains, but going there would take too long and being with child made her an easy target for both bandits and Mordred's men. If the Bandits got her first, no doubt Mordred would pay them handsomely for her capture. Not to mention what could the King of Treachery do to her rather then just outright killing her. Then there were the horrors that would haunt her nightmares when it came to the thought of her baby and sole remaining heir to the throne, being raised by him. However, she wasn't going to allow that to happen. Readying her bow, Lillian joined some of the more skilled archers up on the battlements.

Watching as the enemy marched up the hill and then charging at the fort, Lillian feared that the battle stress could send her into premature labor. Giving birth during battle wasn't exactly ideal, not to mention how unsanitary a battlefield can be. She soon pulled herself together and got ready to join the battle.
The Silent Z Iskandar

 

[Cheesemick]

Sir Bran hear'ed the thunder of lighting and the clanking of metal armour as soon he rushed outside, he knew the war had started. "Haha! Finally some action, time to see what the new knights of the round table are truly capable of" He couldn't of been more excited.

He quickly rushed up to the battlements with the other archers. Spotting Taliesin he ran across the battlements to him, firing at will over the shoulders of the other men. Hitting the armpit of one solider as well as piercing the neck of another he finally reached Taliesin "Haha! I got two!" He shouted over the sound of lighting and war.

Suddenly the ground shook as Lucia created deep trenches around Mordred forces "Merlin's beard! That's impressive!" He saw Sir Galahad was going to ride out to fight Mordred's force and couldn't resist facing them head on "Gotta run, good luck Taliesin, Ill be sure to gain more glory facing them head on" He saluted him running off to Sir Galahad.

When he met up with the other knights he saw Richard failing to get on a horse, he laughed. He helped him slightly to get on his horse "How about a speech Richard? This is going to be your moment that will be sang in songs for centuries!" He said with a grin on his face looking straight at him. Sir Bran quickly got on his horse moving towards Sir Galahad "I'm going to ride out with you. For honour and glory!"

The Silent Z
Iskandar

 

[The Silent Z]

The eve of battle was now thrust upon them and now mere seconds waited in the wings. The storm brewed over head and rain fell soaking the fields, wetting the armor of each man, woman and horse that stood on the lands about Camboglanna... The hill top growing slicker then before as dirt turned to mud, traction to keep footing was a bit more challenging then without such a storm thunderously sounding above. Near bolts of light, almost the start of fires before even the first arrow struck.

Galahad and Mordred shouting over the rain and thunder to one another as they spoke each sides point of view. Meanwhile Taliesin took heed of Galahads orders and prepared the archers, eying with notice to the arriving princess of this fort. Rather stunned she'd risk her child, much more was the idea of sending the ground forces so soon after the volleys of three. The Archer of Vengeance had taken pause to this idea, given thought as to why risk men when it wasn't time? It was obvious enough the numbers advantage the invaders had with their side.

But the stronghold offered fortification, the hilltop position offered further advantage for their archers and ground forces. They'd have to brisk these walls before even reaching the forces of the round table... And by then who knows how many would fall to arrows and whatever else they could manage. Was this seriously overlooked? Taliesin gave thought and shook his head in disapproval of the plan. More so when the loud, youthful Richard shouted back at Mordred and was so ready to fight he barely managed to place himself atop the horse.

Surely they wouldn't listen to the kid? He furthered pondered hoping the advantages they had within Camboglanna and atop this hill would not be wasted. Especially with such numbers as their own.

Unfortunately it was so...... Taliesin shook his head with heavy sigh, feigning a grunt and accepting nod of understanding the orders. Meanwhile keeping ever watchful over the field and seeing Mordreds invaders approach after a earth splitting spell of some kind and then a repairing spell of counter by Mordred himself? Curious. Anyway he was about to signal for th first volley when he heard Sir Bran speak aloud. Running up the battlements, appearing with the archers and firing the two shots of successful measure and speaking up with a joy about him.

Taliesin sighed once more and wiped his face clean of rain, doubling as a cover to hide his roll of the eyes and expression that told of 'really? Am I living this moment?' A questioning look, a raised then lowered brow as he pondered so. "Glory, huh?! You and Richard show youth, Bran. You two certainly have it running strong. But good luck!" He spoke giving a nod and sincere of his wishing of good luck. However it wasn't hard to notice his different style at seeing a war. A battle that would likely see a horizon before it was through and many lives lost before then. It seemed to the grizzled Taliesin that Richard and Bran saw this a game, somehow romanticized war and saw their own respective glories to raise them up and make them legends. A fact Bran mentioned already when he spoke of becoming greater then all previous heroes or something along those lines atleast.

It was a statement that was not favored by Taliesin, it spoke to him differently then how the younger man may have seen or intended. Richard too was similar, no? Taliesin wasn't here for glory, didn't fight for the rewards and romance of war and all that it offered should you survive it. He was simply here for the obvious threat Mordred posed and how futile a single coup d'etat attempt would be by himself.

However upon Bran joining Richard and the ground forces, Taliesin took his bow and signaled the first volley to be fired. Watching the arrows flew through the air and down upon the approaching forces with as expected varied results, seeing men fall to the grounds and off horses as another volley was sent while Taliesin quickly fired off a number arrows from his quiver leading to the deaths of five invaders, each getting struck at the necks and weak points of the armor.

Next was the third volley and Taliesin continued to fire one arrow after another alongside the archers. Seeing men fall from their horses as he led quietly for the time being seeing little need for volume when silence was he needed for now. Least until he saw reason to speak up.

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