Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
Two Weeks After the King's Departure
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It had already been a few weeks since the King left for Londinium, it did not take him much time to ready his personal forces, a heavy cavalry a thousand strong rode away to war that day. Camelot had been mercifully silent and peaceful as always but the court politics had been raging. Merlin, on his side, had been making the necessary preparations and gathered the materials needed to make his ritual work. The ritual's purpose rather than directly act against the Veil which protects the Saxons from divination is more about actually keeping control of the energy released by Rhongomyniad and directing it elsewhere.
The ritual was hardly anything particularly difficult for the Court Magus but due to its conservativeness, it was more like a small eternal candle that burned away at a glacier, it would eventually succeed in melting it but after much time; more accurately several months which Merlin could not afford. Thus he decided to take a gamble and loosen up some of the restrictions imposed on the Divine Construct by the ritual. The result was... magnificent.
In the Channel, the sea that separates Britain and Gaul, an event beyond mortal comprehension would see itself being achieved. From Merlin's Tower in Camelot, a great golden light would pierce the heavens and cross hundreds of kilometres in a few mere instants, it seemed as if the energy itself knew its target and nothing would stop it from reaching it. The golden light would form a grand line across the sky, so bright it was enough to light up the land from Camelot to the entirety of Kentia as if the sun had risen early. The King looking up at the bright sky had much to question Merlin about once he returns.
A few seconds later, the Veil gives away, waves of golden fire light up the artificial bounded field as it is burned away, it lasts for an hour which is a testament of its strength. As the last wave spreads out, a great explosion would tear away at reality itself. The Queen, from her chambers' window, had seen the whole spectacle earlier but it couldn't compare to this one where a light over the horizon to the south-east appears, it was bright enough that any who would look at it directly would be blinded for life and unfortunately, many suffered that fate that night. The Queen was fortunate enough to have turned her eyes away as soon as she felt pain and her eyes reddening. A powerful tremor would be experienced that night all over Britain, nay, all over Europe before it dissipated.
The sea would be agitated for many days after and that was it, fortunately, the tear happened high in the sky rather than over the sea or it would have caused the sea waves to become strong enough to swallow the land
Four Months After The King's Departure
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At dawn, the Great Host of Britain is quietly filing out of Londinium, despite the eery silence of the men, their heavy footsteps marching could be heard and it brought a rather dreadful feeling of impending doom. The host counts sixty thousand men which is impressive but faced by what Duke Emeryrd had described it was lacking. One can only hope the quality of their troops and the strategies and tactics would see them as the victor in this war. The King had been hoping that he could gather the host in Londinium in only three months but alas, it couldn't be.
The most impressive sight is still the King's Enforcers, they were all fully-armoured on their stallions. He only brought one thousand of them but no one could really deny his contribution as the Enforcers' equipment and discipline surpassed by far any other units in the host and he could only bring so much of them, to deploy a thousand horses was quite a hefty sum even for the King. The King's Enforcers were split into three, two of them rode on the host's sides and the third at the head where the King is. He is fully armoured riding the famous Llamrei. The only Knight of the Round Table riding by his side is Ser Mordred, who had given the command of her men to a competent enough auxiliary commander.
The other Knights of the Round Table such as Ser Lamorak, Ser Bedivere, and the Lock Brothers attended to their men. Ser Percival stayed by his brother's side and did not raise a levy or command any auxiliary force. He thought that it was for the better. The Duke of Edinburgh brought a measly one thousand men, while they were well-equipped, it still brought mocking glances from other Lords. After all, he is a Duke, he could certainly afford more and he couldn't compare to that of the King's Enforcers and some Knights brought just as many men as him and well-equipped as well.
Duke Lot's contribution is the most notable, he brought fifteen thousand men. The man was large, he had a rather long face and long black hair, his closely-trimmed beard is beginning to grey. He may be getting old but he still had his vigour to him. The Duke's men had notably no equipment beyond what they picked up and no training, their morale is low. They were mere peasants that were drafted up, walked through the entire length of the Kingdom to fight in one of the southernmost duchies which they don't even care about. The only thing that kept them in line is the King's Enforcers who would kill any deserter or coward or maybe they won't even have to lift their swords against them as the other units would be all the more happy to kill them and loot them with a good justification should they be questioned.
The host would stop and take rest in Snodland, a bustling small town on the western shore of the Medway River which served as the border to the Duchy of Kentia. It is a natural barrier which could be used to the host's benefit if the Saxons attack or to the Saxons' benefit if they decided to attack. The King's first orders were to send in scouts across the river so that they could get insight as to the enemy's movements. Unfortunately, none of the scouts came back even while the King kept sending many over two weeks, enough that the men fearing for their lives no longer volunteer. The King calls the lords and knights to a council to discuss their next move. It is held in a great tent, a wooden table on which a hand-drawn map of the region is, it is the best one they could make with the local's insight into the general terrain and the powers of a few practitioners of Magecraft with Divination.
"We have sent scouts into Kentia's mainland but they did not return. We made contact safely with Maidstone, Walderslade, and Chatham but beyond those. Our scouts no longer return." The King explains, he wets his finger into a nearby red dye and draws several red lines showing the general directions the scout were ordered to take.
"Thus we can estimate the enemy line and their general position as to their numbers and how they are spread out... That remains unknown which make any attempt at a push into Kentia incredibly dangerous as our host could easily get blindsided due to a lack of information." The King warns about the danger of a direct attack. It seems he'll prefer taking a defensive position then. He wets his finger with a yellow dye and shows the enemy line or rather where he believes it might be. "The county of Sheppey may have held on against the Saxons due to how easy it is to defend against invaders."
"We're still unsure as to how they can catch all scouts without fail past that line so we should be careful. We'll take a defensive position. The host will be split into three armies of twenty thousand men. The first will go to Chatham, the second to Walderslade and the third to Maidstone." Arthur lays out his overall strategy. A few lords seem sceptical and wary, they would make the enemy's job even easier by splitting their forces, no? They already had the numerical advantage with their army numbering at the minimum eighty thousand men, which is twenty thousand more than their entire host.
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Similarly, the Lesser Host of Britain did not have many problems in gathering their forces. The Duke of Cornwall, Marth is quite proud of the host he is leading, the combined forces of his duchy, the duchy of Rivalen, the duchy of Benwick and the duchy of Ganis; numbering a total of twenty thousand men. It is quite a force and the biggest he had ever led but he was faced with a rather large issue.
Ser Bors' forces are the most noticeable one, not because it is so impressive but due to how small it actually was. It was merely a company of men, well-equipped, perhaps better than anyone in the entire host as it seemed some of them were veterans or sons of veterans who had fought against the Frank and survived, they were well-disciplined as well. It didn't stop the other lords from regularly mocking the Knight, he was after all the Prince of a Dukedom, he could afford a lot more. Ser Kay was not particularly faring any better with some lords, his men amounted to about less than half a company with some being ambitious young peasants and the others some veterans that were garrisoning his castle. Ser Galahad and Ser Lancelot had none of it, however, their forces were average and as expected from them. It invited no mocking nor admiration. Their fight would fight to the best of their abilities and that is enough. Ser Lancelot commands half of Benwick's forces which is around three thousand men.
At first, things went well as they gathered in Chichester, the host then followed the coast, where Duke Marth was confident enough that he allowed the host to rest and feast in Brighton for a week, the lords were rather pleased. He believed the King would have already caught the Saxons' main host's attention and that they would be just in time to start harassing them from behind where they wouldn't expect it. After that, the host would next stop in Robertsbridge, a small village that is on both shore sides of a small river. As usual, the scouts went ahead and they safely made contact with Stone, Tenterden, Cranbook, and Staplehurst. The later brings grim news, Headcorn's villagers had taken arms and tried to fight off the Saxons but they achieved nothing but getting themselves killed and their villages razed. Staplehurst was cowed into submission and they had delivered supplies to the Saxons in Ashford a few days ago.
This is where things start to get complicated. According to the accounts of the villagers of Staplehurst and the scouts, there is a great Saxon host, one hundred thousand strong that had gathered itself in Ashford. In the months prior, they had moved from Canterbury to Ashford and had been staying there the entire time until very recently, they're gearing up to go even deeper into the mainland presumably from the direction they're heading toward. How they would supply themselves is unknown, they may take from the villages and towns as they go. The Saxons are not yet aware of their presences but they will as soon as they get moving and their scouts are spread out over the lands. Duke Marth had already gathered a council.
"Sard!" Marth curses, it was rather unseemingly for a personage of his status but he hardly cared considering circumstances. "What is the King doing? I thought they were supposed to advance over to the North, not to the East! These damned cunts! Did they predict our arrival? They must have something on their side What is a host of twenty thousand men going to do against a host of a hundred thousand?! Nothing! We'll be slaughtered!"
The lords gathered were grim-faced at their future prospects in the following days. What was supposed to be an easy task had turned into a nightmare. They could escape but what face could they show to the King or even to their own people? If they run now, if they're not put to death by the King, their own people would kill them since when did Britons accept cowards as their lords, after all? But the future ahead is not much better either if they don't die by the King's hand or that of their people, then it'll be by the Saxons' hands.
"You have attributed conditions to villainy that simply result from stupidity." Ser Tristan comments in a calm tone that seems ever-accepting of everything, his eyes were closed as always, and his face is melancholic, not from the recent news, Ser Tristan is always in such a state but his comment cut sharp into Duke Marth who sends him a dark look.
"What?" Duke Marth asks but at the same time, it wasn't really a question either. Ser Tristan does not elaborate any further. He remains calm as he ponders, about what, no one knows. One of the lords, a Count under Duke Marth, snorts coldly.
"We have need of bowmen, Ser Tristan. Not of poets and bards." He mocks in a harsh tone. He couldn't offer much better of a solution yet he dares open his mouth to make comments to the Duke. It was rather insolent of Ser Tristan. The other Dukes; Ban and Bors the Elder, remains silent as they gauge everyone. They don't seem to be grim nor anxious but rather calm and confident.
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The situation is worsening for the Queen back in Camelot, rumours ran rampant, even as she showed early signs of pregnancy. In fact, they had worsened. The Queen now is more akin to a whore than to an actual Queen in Camelot's court, it did not yet spread or it was rather difficult for it to spread between the commoners who saw the Queen in a lot higher regard, especially, after the weeks-long marriage festivities a few years ago. But commoners hardly strolled in Camelot's great castle.
If there was any respect to the Queen among the nobility, it had been lost, even among the servants in the castle. The Queen, eventually, after a month had completely secluded herself in her private quarters. She seemed to be at her lowest point and had even expressed her desire to return to her father to her handmaidens who were the few ones to ever see her from now on.
In contrast, Lady Morgana's reputation had been rising in Camelot as she developed a public network of Magi among the nobility, Lady Lyonesse being a core member. It is one of the first steps to her great project which she made no effort in hiding. A great school of Magecraft. It was receiving positive interests among the nobility and merchants in the Pendragon Court, some had expressed their interest in investing in its construction. Lady Morgana, as it goes, has effectively the entire royal court wrapped around her finger and seemingly unintentionally. She was in a 'small' garden court which she often took her rest in, it didn't take long before everyone caught wind of it and had gathered there to get Lady Morgana's favour.
"My Lady. That is quite ambitious. I imagine there are some requirements for a school of magic's location?" A beer-bellied hearty merchant asks going by the name of Edwyn. He seemed to be rather popular and influential in Camelot, he often discussed with the King which is a great privilege. He would often claim that money could bring him anything, even the King. It was rather bold and rude but he could afford to say so, well, not in front of the King himself at the very least.
"Edwyn, my good man. Don't be too greedy. I hardly think Her Ladyship would deal with common-blooded personages like you when her project is still in its infancy stage. It would be better for you to reconsider, you have your hands all over the place in Camelot, after all. You are like a malign snake trying to swallow an elephant." Count Lorelei comments, he is rather old, well over his seventies and yet he is quite quick-witted and his eyes sharp. One of the few things people criticize him for is his bluntness which is often unappreciated but he is a favourite among the knights that often gathers in Camelot.
"Be careful, My Lord. Lest you cut yourself on that sharp tongue of yours." Edwyn smiles coldly as he looks to the other man. A nearby lady dressed in a luxurious dress, well over her thirties, rolls her eyes.
"Quite an entertaining show to see you bicker, I must admit, but mind where you are, both of you. You are before the King's sister, she is of royal blood and yet you're behaving in such a manner before her." She says in contempt, her gaze seeming as if she saw them no better than a pile of dogshit. This is a local baroness and unmarried, Lady Pryda, who spent more time in the King's court than managing her small barony, she has a luxurious manor in Camelot in which she hosts many gatherings between the local noble ladies. Lady Lyonesse was beside Lady Morgana wants to tear her ears out but she carefully kept her composure. Lady Morgana's awareness is beyond that of mere mortals, she could feel someone watching them from above. It is Guinevere, the Queen, she is standing over a small balcony in the upper levels of the Castle which is restricted to the Royal family.
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Merlin's Ingenuity
It had already been a few weeks since the King left for Londinium, it did not take him much time to ready his personal forces, a heavy cavalry a thousand strong rode away to war that day. Camelot had been mercifully silent and peaceful as always but the court politics had been raging. Merlin, on his side, had been making the necessary preparations and gathered the materials needed to make his ritual work. The ritual's purpose rather than directly act against the Veil which protects the Saxons from divination is more about actually keeping control of the energy released by Rhongomyniad and directing it elsewhere.
The ritual was hardly anything particularly difficult for the Court Magus but due to its conservativeness, it was more like a small eternal candle that burned away at a glacier, it would eventually succeed in melting it but after much time; more accurately several months which Merlin could not afford. Thus he decided to take a gamble and loosen up some of the restrictions imposed on the Divine Construct by the ritual. The result was... magnificent.
In the Channel, the sea that separates Britain and Gaul, an event beyond mortal comprehension would see itself being achieved. From Merlin's Tower in Camelot, a great golden light would pierce the heavens and cross hundreds of kilometres in a few mere instants, it seemed as if the energy itself knew its target and nothing would stop it from reaching it. The golden light would form a grand line across the sky, so bright it was enough to light up the land from Camelot to the entirety of Kentia as if the sun had risen early. The King looking up at the bright sky had much to question Merlin about once he returns.
A few seconds later, the Veil gives away, waves of golden fire light up the artificial bounded field as it is burned away, it lasts for an hour which is a testament of its strength. As the last wave spreads out, a great explosion would tear away at reality itself. The Queen, from her chambers' window, had seen the whole spectacle earlier but it couldn't compare to this one where a light over the horizon to the south-east appears, it was bright enough that any who would look at it directly would be blinded for life and unfortunately, many suffered that fate that night. The Queen was fortunate enough to have turned her eyes away as soon as she felt pain and her eyes reddening. A powerful tremor would be experienced that night all over Britain, nay, all over Europe before it dissipated.
The sea would be agitated for many days after and that was it, fortunately, the tear happened high in the sky rather than over the sea or it would have caused the sea waves to become strong enough to swallow the land
Four Months After The King's Departure
The Third Saxon Invasion of Britain
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At dawn, the Great Host of Britain is quietly filing out of Londinium, despite the eery silence of the men, their heavy footsteps marching could be heard and it brought a rather dreadful feeling of impending doom. The host counts sixty thousand men which is impressive but faced by what Duke Emeryrd had described it was lacking. One can only hope the quality of their troops and the strategies and tactics would see them as the victor in this war. The King had been hoping that he could gather the host in Londinium in only three months but alas, it couldn't be.
The most impressive sight is still the King's Enforcers, they were all fully-armoured on their stallions. He only brought one thousand of them but no one could really deny his contribution as the Enforcers' equipment and discipline surpassed by far any other units in the host and he could only bring so much of them, to deploy a thousand horses was quite a hefty sum even for the King. The King's Enforcers were split into three, two of them rode on the host's sides and the third at the head where the King is. He is fully armoured riding the famous Llamrei. The only Knight of the Round Table riding by his side is Ser Mordred, who had given the command of her men to a competent enough auxiliary commander.
The other Knights of the Round Table such as Ser Lamorak, Ser Bedivere, and the Lock Brothers attended to their men. Ser Percival stayed by his brother's side and did not raise a levy or command any auxiliary force. He thought that it was for the better. The Duke of Edinburgh brought a measly one thousand men, while they were well-equipped, it still brought mocking glances from other Lords. After all, he is a Duke, he could certainly afford more and he couldn't compare to that of the King's Enforcers and some Knights brought just as many men as him and well-equipped as well.
Duke Lot's contribution is the most notable, he brought fifteen thousand men. The man was large, he had a rather long face and long black hair, his closely-trimmed beard is beginning to grey. He may be getting old but he still had his vigour to him. The Duke's men had notably no equipment beyond what they picked up and no training, their morale is low. They were mere peasants that were drafted up, walked through the entire length of the Kingdom to fight in one of the southernmost duchies which they don't even care about. The only thing that kept them in line is the King's Enforcers who would kill any deserter or coward or maybe they won't even have to lift their swords against them as the other units would be all the more happy to kill them and loot them with a good justification should they be questioned.
The host would stop and take rest in Snodland, a bustling small town on the western shore of the Medway River which served as the border to the Duchy of Kentia. It is a natural barrier which could be used to the host's benefit if the Saxons attack or to the Saxons' benefit if they decided to attack. The King's first orders were to send in scouts across the river so that they could get insight as to the enemy's movements. Unfortunately, none of the scouts came back even while the King kept sending many over two weeks, enough that the men fearing for their lives no longer volunteer. The King calls the lords and knights to a council to discuss their next move. It is held in a great tent, a wooden table on which a hand-drawn map of the region is, it is the best one they could make with the local's insight into the general terrain and the powers of a few practitioners of Magecraft with Divination.
"We have sent scouts into Kentia's mainland but they did not return. We made contact safely with Maidstone, Walderslade, and Chatham but beyond those. Our scouts no longer return." The King explains, he wets his finger into a nearby red dye and draws several red lines showing the general directions the scout were ordered to take.
"Thus we can estimate the enemy line and their general position as to their numbers and how they are spread out... That remains unknown which make any attempt at a push into Kentia incredibly dangerous as our host could easily get blindsided due to a lack of information." The King warns about the danger of a direct attack. It seems he'll prefer taking a defensive position then. He wets his finger with a yellow dye and shows the enemy line or rather where he believes it might be. "The county of Sheppey may have held on against the Saxons due to how easy it is to defend against invaders."
"We're still unsure as to how they can catch all scouts without fail past that line so we should be careful. We'll take a defensive position. The host will be split into three armies of twenty thousand men. The first will go to Chatham, the second to Walderslade and the third to Maidstone." Arthur lays out his overall strategy. A few lords seem sceptical and wary, they would make the enemy's job even easier by splitting their forces, no? They already had the numerical advantage with their army numbering at the minimum eighty thousand men, which is twenty thousand more than their entire host.
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Similarly, the Lesser Host of Britain did not have many problems in gathering their forces. The Duke of Cornwall, Marth is quite proud of the host he is leading, the combined forces of his duchy, the duchy of Rivalen, the duchy of Benwick and the duchy of Ganis; numbering a total of twenty thousand men. It is quite a force and the biggest he had ever led but he was faced with a rather large issue.
Ser Bors' forces are the most noticeable one, not because it is so impressive but due to how small it actually was. It was merely a company of men, well-equipped, perhaps better than anyone in the entire host as it seemed some of them were veterans or sons of veterans who had fought against the Frank and survived, they were well-disciplined as well. It didn't stop the other lords from regularly mocking the Knight, he was after all the Prince of a Dukedom, he could afford a lot more. Ser Kay was not particularly faring any better with some lords, his men amounted to about less than half a company with some being ambitious young peasants and the others some veterans that were garrisoning his castle. Ser Galahad and Ser Lancelot had none of it, however, their forces were average and as expected from them. It invited no mocking nor admiration. Their fight would fight to the best of their abilities and that is enough. Ser Lancelot commands half of Benwick's forces which is around three thousand men.
At first, things went well as they gathered in Chichester, the host then followed the coast, where Duke Marth was confident enough that he allowed the host to rest and feast in Brighton for a week, the lords were rather pleased. He believed the King would have already caught the Saxons' main host's attention and that they would be just in time to start harassing them from behind where they wouldn't expect it. After that, the host would next stop in Robertsbridge, a small village that is on both shore sides of a small river. As usual, the scouts went ahead and they safely made contact with Stone, Tenterden, Cranbook, and Staplehurst. The later brings grim news, Headcorn's villagers had taken arms and tried to fight off the Saxons but they achieved nothing but getting themselves killed and their villages razed. Staplehurst was cowed into submission and they had delivered supplies to the Saxons in Ashford a few days ago.
"Sard!" Marth curses, it was rather unseemingly for a personage of his status but he hardly cared considering circumstances. "What is the King doing? I thought they were supposed to advance over to the North, not to the East! These damned cunts! Did they predict our arrival? They must have something on their side What is a host of twenty thousand men going to do against a host of a hundred thousand?! Nothing! We'll be slaughtered!"
The lords gathered were grim-faced at their future prospects in the following days. What was supposed to be an easy task had turned into a nightmare. They could escape but what face could they show to the King or even to their own people? If they run now, if they're not put to death by the King, their own people would kill them since when did Britons accept cowards as their lords, after all? But the future ahead is not much better either if they don't die by the King's hand or that of their people, then it'll be by the Saxons' hands.
"You have attributed conditions to villainy that simply result from stupidity." Ser Tristan comments in a calm tone that seems ever-accepting of everything, his eyes were closed as always, and his face is melancholic, not from the recent news, Ser Tristan is always in such a state but his comment cut sharp into Duke Marth who sends him a dark look.
"What?" Duke Marth asks but at the same time, it wasn't really a question either. Ser Tristan does not elaborate any further. He remains calm as he ponders, about what, no one knows. One of the lords, a Count under Duke Marth, snorts coldly.
"We have need of bowmen, Ser Tristan. Not of poets and bards." He mocks in a harsh tone. He couldn't offer much better of a solution yet he dares open his mouth to make comments to the Duke. It was rather insolent of Ser Tristan. The other Dukes; Ban and Bors the Elder, remains silent as they gauge everyone. They don't seem to be grim nor anxious but rather calm and confident.
The Pendragon Court
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The situation is worsening for the Queen back in Camelot, rumours ran rampant, even as she showed early signs of pregnancy. In fact, they had worsened. The Queen now is more akin to a whore than to an actual Queen in Camelot's court, it did not yet spread or it was rather difficult for it to spread between the commoners who saw the Queen in a lot higher regard, especially, after the weeks-long marriage festivities a few years ago. But commoners hardly strolled in Camelot's great castle.
If there was any respect to the Queen among the nobility, it had been lost, even among the servants in the castle. The Queen, eventually, after a month had completely secluded herself in her private quarters. She seemed to be at her lowest point and had even expressed her desire to return to her father to her handmaidens who were the few ones to ever see her from now on.
In contrast, Lady Morgana's reputation had been rising in Camelot as she developed a public network of Magi among the nobility, Lady Lyonesse being a core member. It is one of the first steps to her great project which she made no effort in hiding. A great school of Magecraft. It was receiving positive interests among the nobility and merchants in the Pendragon Court, some had expressed their interest in investing in its construction. Lady Morgana, as it goes, has effectively the entire royal court wrapped around her finger and seemingly unintentionally. She was in a 'small' garden court which she often took her rest in, it didn't take long before everyone caught wind of it and had gathered there to get Lady Morgana's favour.
"My Lady. That is quite ambitious. I imagine there are some requirements for a school of magic's location?" A beer-bellied hearty merchant asks going by the name of Edwyn. He seemed to be rather popular and influential in Camelot, he often discussed with the King which is a great privilege. He would often claim that money could bring him anything, even the King. It was rather bold and rude but he could afford to say so, well, not in front of the King himself at the very least.
"Edwyn, my good man. Don't be too greedy. I hardly think Her Ladyship would deal with common-blooded personages like you when her project is still in its infancy stage. It would be better for you to reconsider, you have your hands all over the place in Camelot, after all. You are like a malign snake trying to swallow an elephant." Count Lorelei comments, he is rather old, well over his seventies and yet he is quite quick-witted and his eyes sharp. One of the few things people criticize him for is his bluntness which is often unappreciated but he is a favourite among the knights that often gathers in Camelot.
"Be careful, My Lord. Lest you cut yourself on that sharp tongue of yours." Edwyn smiles coldly as he looks to the other man. A nearby lady dressed in a luxurious dress, well over her thirties, rolls her eyes.
"Quite an entertaining show to see you bicker, I must admit, but mind where you are, both of you. You are before the King's sister, she is of royal blood and yet you're behaving in such a manner before her." She says in contempt, her gaze seeming as if she saw them no better than a pile of dogshit. This is a local baroness and unmarried, Lady Pryda, who spent more time in the King's court than managing her small barony, she has a luxurious manor in Camelot in which she hosts many gatherings between the local noble ladies. Lady Lyonesse was beside Lady Morgana wants to tear her ears out but she carefully kept her composure. Lady Morgana's awareness is beyond that of mere mortals, she could feel someone watching them from above. It is Guinevere, the Queen, she is standing over a small balcony in the upper levels of the Castle which is restricted to the Royal family.
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