Feng Lengshun
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[X] Do nothing.
La Vie d'Arturia (Fate Series)
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....What?
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Best reasoning I've seen all day.
[X] Lend the Sword of the Glade to Vortigern.
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Boo, why vote to do nothing when other options are given? That is the most boring path.
Even if he keeps the sword, the King will remember who gave it to him. Or he could lose anyway and she'll just snag it back while he's getting treated.
Even if he keeps the sword, the King will remember who gave it to him. Or he could lose anyway and she'll just snag it back while he's getting treated.
Or he will remember who gave it to him, say "fuck it, I'm the king." and keep the sword for himself.
In addition, even if he gives it back to us, it will put us in the spotlight. I'm not sure that we want this kind of attention right now.
If only write-in was an option.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
If your gonna write in, it better be a damn good one, or I will be a sad Bunny.
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People will see her give the sword, he can't just sweep it under the rug and not acknowledge that. He will owe her something, even if he keeps the sword, and that will be important down the line.
What's wrong with getting attention at this point? Arturia makes no claim to the crown, she's only a squire showing favor to her future King. Or in a more human sense, getting revenge on Pellinore for hurting Kay.
We already let Kay use it. Arturia gave up being King, she has no claim to the sword beyond her desire to own it- and if she's going to chose to do nothing with it for fear of losing it, perhaps that proves she doesn't truly own it.
Oh, never-mind then.
But wanting to keep the sword is selfish, and I for once want Arturia to do something for herself.
Even if it only means that she gets to keep her kick-ass sword instead of deciding who gets to be king. This is Arturia's story, not Britain's.
I don't really think that vengeance is a very good motive here, Pellinore didn't show any hostility (and the harm he has done to Kay is probably accidental).
Getting attention basically locks Arturia to a certain route related to those kings. I think that not doing anything like that will allow us to both get more information about the era/Arturia's relatives and then make a more informed decision about what we want to do.
We will have both the freedom to choose and the force to enforce this decision (I.E. the sword. Of course, assuming that it's really Excalibur).
It's Excalibur, not Caliburn. Caliburn is the sword of the king; Excalibur is the sword of whoever it has been given to, provided they are worthy to wield a holy weapon.
On top of that, if this is Excalibur, it was a gift from the Lady of the Lake to Arturia. We don't want to risk it being stolen. She would not take that well.
[X] Do nothing.
None of this king bullshit.
None of this king bullshit.
Fantabulous
You know it.
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[X] Do nothing.
Disregard politics, acquire sword beams.
Disregard politics, acquire sword beams.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Vote Tally : La Vie d'Arturia (Fate Series) | Sufficient Velocity
##### NetTally 1.1.23
[X] Do nothing.
No. of Votes: 14
[X] Lend the Sword of the Glade to Vortigern.
No. of Votes: 5
[x] Lend the Sword of the Glade to Pellinore.
No. of Votes: 1
Total No. of Voters: 20
##### NetTally 1.1.23
[X] Do nothing.
No. of Votes: 14
[X] Lend the Sword of the Glade to Vortigern.
No. of Votes: 5
[x] Lend the Sword of the Glade to Pellinore.
No. of Votes: 1
Total No. of Voters: 20
Vote closed. Please, one person roll a D5.
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BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
...
Thank you, Maker.
That... huh...
Interesting enough for the moment.
Thank you, Maker.
That... huh...
Interesting enough for the moment.
3. To Be King
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
'What right do I have to interfere? I refused the sword.'
That was the thought that sealed it, in the mind of young Arturia. Even if she wanted to hand the Sword of the Glade to one of them, in the vain hope that it would influence the outcome and that she would see it returned to her, what right did she have to do so?
The two knights were returning to the battlefield, some pieces of armour gleaming with newness in contrast to the dust that covered the vast majority of their forms. Blood still stained them, from small injuries in the joints of their armour. Pellinore seemed to have a lamed leg, for he was walking with a slight limp, yet Vortigern's shield was held close to his chest.
Both sides were certainly worse for wear and giving their all. One of them would be king by the end of the day.
"Is King Pellinore going to lose?" Gawain asked curiously. Arturia shrugged.
"I don't know." She admitted.
"Begin!"
There was no salute or bow or anything. The two men immediately tore into each other, swords swinging in a shimmering flurry of steel. The sound of clashing metal, sword on sword, sword on shield, shield on shield, it was like a rumbling roar of a dragon.
High, low, mid, left, right. There was little restraint in any of their movements. It was as if the storm of vengeance had descended upon the battlefield. Yet with every blow, Vortigern seemed a little surer, and Pellinore a little weaker.
Yes.
Arturia had come to the conclusion that Pellinore was probably going to die. The odds were simply stacked heavily against him. Yet even a wounded beast still fought back viciously. Despite clearly being the one on the losing end, Pellinore was not appreciably less sure of himself then Vortigern.
Then she heard it. The most terrible sound.
The sound of metal tearing.
Arturia was somewhat surprised as to who it was coming from, though.
"Wow!"
Pellinore and Vortigern had struck as one, blocking with their shields even as they struck with their swords, yet only Pellinore's shield had held firm. The shield of Vortigern screeched as Pellinore's blade tore right through it.
Arturia felt her breath hold. Had Pellinore won?
"Hold!"
Both knights took two steps back, holding still as a squire rushed out onto the field to examine Vortigern's shield arm. It was as if everyone had collectively stopped breathing.
Yet the squire raised an arm and shook his head.
No blood had been drawn.
For such an important duel, having an attack like that fail must have been quite disheartening for Pellinore.
"That didn't work?" Gawain asked in disbelief. "But his shield broke!"
"There is no blood." Arturia answered.
"Begin!"
The moment Vortigern had resettled his shield strap, the two began fighting once more. There was no more mercy. Pellinore was clearly on the defence. It was only the better shape of his shield that was keeping him ahead.
But that would not last, Arturia knew in her heart.
"Tense, isn't it?"
Arturia almost jumped as Kay settled in beside her, looking rather grim.
"Yes. Pellinore will not win." She answered back. Her heart said that victory was now impossible for Pellinore.
"He might win." Kay muttered. "Pellinore's luck has pulled through in worse."
In truth, Arturia couldn't see that happening. It was as if her fears were confirmed when, with a thunderous strike, Pellinore was forced back three feet, planting his right leg even as his left buckled. His mobility was lost.
"Luck shouldn't matter." Gawain declared.
"Oh? Then you want Vortigern to win?" Kay asked. Gawain shook his head.
"Not really, but..."
"Then do not curse luck. One day she will save you, and it won't do to spit in her face." Kay chided, his eyes returning to the battle.
Arturia blinked. Was Kay trying to reassure himself, or chide Gawain?
Then it happened, a loud shriek of smashing metal. Gawain let out a shout of shock. Arturia wasn't entirely sure her own hadn't joined his.
Pellinore and Vortigern's swords had struck. Vortigern's hadn't survived. Pellinore's had.
Arturia could only stare at the sight of Pellinore's sword deep inside Vortigern's shoulder. Pellinore himself looked positively shocked at the outcome, stepping back one, then two steps, staring stupidly. His helm had fallen to the ground for a better view.
Vortigern himself merely stood stock still for what felt like the longest time, before falling backwards. Even ignoring the wound in his shoulder, his sword arm had several gashes in it from where the shards of his blade had bit into it.
"Third blood! Winner, Sir Pellinore!"
The announcement was completely redundant.
"I don't believe it." Kay finally whispered. "That was..."
"Luck?" Arturia tried to supply, although to her, Vortigern's blade hadn't looked that worse for wear, had it?
"Well, either that or the most amazingly shoddy smithmanship I've ever seen, for multiple faults to develop without the blade breaking." Kay answered. His voice was biting at the very idea, as if it caused him disgust.
"I don't get it?" Gawain spoke up. "Why did King Vortigern's sword break?"
"Because it wasn't made very well." It was all Arturia could really tell him. The alternative was either the will of god, or sorcery, and she was disinclined to believe either. Not without proof.
But then, father had not wished Vortigern to win, hadn't he?
This was oddly convenient for him.
Yes, that was the conclusion Arturia came to on the matter, yet what, exactly, could she say for the moment. Kay just let out a relieved sigh.
"Well, all we need to do is see him crowned and we will be back to the Forest Suavage." He mused.
The Forest Suavage, the lands ruled and safeguarded by Sir Ector. In truth, it wasn't really a kingdom, so Sir Ector had no title of kingship. It was more lent land, a fiefdom and nothing more. No one really wanted to own the Forest Suavage, though. Uther had laid claim when he was alive, but with him now gone…
"..."
Gawain just looked listless.
"Disappointed, kid?" Kay asked. Gawain gave a nod.
"It didn't end like it should have." He answered, as they watched Vortigern be helped back to his feet and dragged away, no doubt to a medical tent. The brother of the previous king would be afforded every miracle of medicine that could be provided, after all.
"It rarely does in the real world." Kay told Gawain bluntly.
"Brother Kay, there's no need for such harsh words."
Gawain looked a little crushed.
"I'll show you." He finally whispered, even as Arturia and Kay's names were called out. "He cheated. I'm sure of it."
Arturia wasn't sure what to say, yet King Lot and his wife were rapidly sweeping past, collecting Gawain with them with hurried words, as they strode down the stands.
"Father."
Kay's voice seemed a little bitter.
"Kay. Arturia. It is time we retire."
"We aren't going to see the ceremony?" Arturia asked in confusion. Ector shook his head.
"Merlin has asked that you attend at the Glade for the drawing of the sword." Ector stated dryly. "He sounds confident that it will be drawn now. I don't see what could have changed. Pellinore failed to draw the blade yesterday."
"Well, we mustn't keep the old fogey waiting." Kay noted. Arturia just followed at a sedate pace.
Why the sorcerer Merlin sought her, she didn't know.
The glade that bore the Sword of Selection was rather full, Arturia decided. She could barely see the sword, buried halfway into the stone, through the dignitaries and knights who had not been too injured to attend.
Pellinore himself looked worse for wear, his arms covered in cloth that hid injuries. His mantle did little to make him more regal, and, in truth, he simply looked worn and old.
"He never wanted this." Ector muttered to himself. Arturia gave her father a quick glance.
"But he won, did he not? Why not simply surrender if he had no desire to rule?" She asked. Ector gave her a long look.
"Because the alternative is something he thought worse." He finally answered. "Don't look away, Arturia. This is our future, whether we want it or not."
Merlin raised a hand from beside the Sword of Selection, and all fell silent. Arturia could see young Gawain only a few feet from Pellinore, standing with his parents. They had quite a prestigious spot, so close to the happenings before them.
"Whomsoever taketh this sword shall be rightfully king, born of Britain."
Arturia had heard those words before.
"Are ye', Sir Pellinore, ready to steel thy heart and take up thy blade?"
"Yes."
Even if it was obvious that Pellinore did not really wish to do this. He seemed resigned, almost expecting to fail.
Yet Arturia remembered what she had done earlier that day.
"It's my fault."
It came out as a whisper. She had condemned Pellinore to become king through inaction. By not drawing the sword, but by touching it…
Pellinore would succeed this time, through no fault of his own.
"Yes."
Ector's voice was kind, yet it cut through to Arturia's heart.
"Our choices affect everyone else, for better or worse, dear." Ector stated. "This is one that you will have to live with. It is too late to take it back."
It was as if the world stood still. The crowd was chattering. Questions of what would happen, would Pellinore succeed, some whispers that he was an old fraud and jester, yet Arturia felt only pain.
"That one, is guilt."
Pellinore's hand touched the hilt, soon joined by his other hand, and he heaved.
The clearing was filled with light, as if the Once and Future King herself had, in fact, drawn forth the blade. It cared not that it's new owner was an imposter, for it had already felt the loving touch of its master just once.
"I crown you King Pellinore, Once and Future King of all England."
The light had cleared. The glade was silent in awe. Pellinore himself seemed shocked, his gaze falling on Merlin.
"What sorcery is this?"
The first words from his throat were what sounded like condemnation, but Merlin was passive.
"The blade selects those most worthy. The one who draws it, thus, is the one who is most worthy at any one time." He answered.
Arturia wanted to call him a bald faced liar, but then, perhaps there had been more then one enchantment keeping the blade in the stone.
Yet before King Pellinore could continue his tirade, Merlin had stepped down, sweeping his hand to the man.
"Sirs and Ladies, I present to you King Pellinore, King of England." He declared.
"All hail King Pellinore!"
"All hail King Pellinore!"
Arturia didn't know where the cries came from, but one by one, the gathered kings began to kneel. Arturia soon found herself joining them, kneeling beside her father.
The old days had come to an end. It was the beginning of a new age.
*****
The rest of the day had passed in a blur for Arturia. It was now supper time. She felt horribly out of place amongst the nobility that had gathered for the first feast of King Pellinore, yet father had insisted that she be present. Kay did not look particularly happy, either.
The food was delicious, but the time for eating had now passed, and Arturia was left to her own devices, in clothes that were entirely too boyish for such an occasion. If she did not serve under Kay, she could have been comfortable in bed right now. As it was, all that was strictly required of her was that she hold onto Kay's 'sword'.
She felt so horribly out of place.
"If you keep glancing so furtively, child, then you will attract unwanted attention."
Arturia almost jumped out of her skin, yet it was only Lady Morgan.
"M'lady." Arturia did her best to curtsy, yet the lady waved it away.
"Please, no child of Sir Ector need bow to me." Her words sounded most honeylike. "You seemed lonely."
"… I am." Arturia admitted. "This feast ill suits me."
"You and me both, then." Morgan noted. "It is… somewhat sickening, to see my husband fall over himself, but aid is so direly needed in the north."
"The Saxon Horde?"
"Indeed. They've made significant gains in the last month. Without more aid, I'm afraid we will lose Lothian to them within the year." She seemed somewhat distressed, yet that odd feeling of honeyed words remained.
Arturia nodded nonetheless.
"There may yet be a rallying cry." She noted. Morgan seemed to agree, for she nodded as well.
"Indeed." She paused a moment. "Tell me, where did you obtain that sword?"
Arturia almost flinched, yet restrained herself.
[ ] Tell her.
[ ] Don't tell her.
[ ] Lie; the sword 'is' Kay's, after all.
-
You would like to talk to one person before the night is out. Who?
[ ] Kay
[ ] Pellinore
[ ] Merlin
[ ] Gawain
[ ] Lot
[ ] Other (Write in, though the character may not be present).
[ ] None, retire early.
That was the thought that sealed it, in the mind of young Arturia. Even if she wanted to hand the Sword of the Glade to one of them, in the vain hope that it would influence the outcome and that she would see it returned to her, what right did she have to do so?
The two knights were returning to the battlefield, some pieces of armour gleaming with newness in contrast to the dust that covered the vast majority of their forms. Blood still stained them, from small injuries in the joints of their armour. Pellinore seemed to have a lamed leg, for he was walking with a slight limp, yet Vortigern's shield was held close to his chest.
Both sides were certainly worse for wear and giving their all. One of them would be king by the end of the day.
"Is King Pellinore going to lose?" Gawain asked curiously. Arturia shrugged.
"I don't know." She admitted.
"Begin!"
There was no salute or bow or anything. The two men immediately tore into each other, swords swinging in a shimmering flurry of steel. The sound of clashing metal, sword on sword, sword on shield, shield on shield, it was like a rumbling roar of a dragon.
High, low, mid, left, right. There was little restraint in any of their movements. It was as if the storm of vengeance had descended upon the battlefield. Yet with every blow, Vortigern seemed a little surer, and Pellinore a little weaker.
Yes.
Arturia had come to the conclusion that Pellinore was probably going to die. The odds were simply stacked heavily against him. Yet even a wounded beast still fought back viciously. Despite clearly being the one on the losing end, Pellinore was not appreciably less sure of himself then Vortigern.
Then she heard it. The most terrible sound.
The sound of metal tearing.
Arturia was somewhat surprised as to who it was coming from, though.
"Wow!"
Pellinore and Vortigern had struck as one, blocking with their shields even as they struck with their swords, yet only Pellinore's shield had held firm. The shield of Vortigern screeched as Pellinore's blade tore right through it.
Arturia felt her breath hold. Had Pellinore won?
"Hold!"
Both knights took two steps back, holding still as a squire rushed out onto the field to examine Vortigern's shield arm. It was as if everyone had collectively stopped breathing.
Yet the squire raised an arm and shook his head.
No blood had been drawn.
For such an important duel, having an attack like that fail must have been quite disheartening for Pellinore.
"That didn't work?" Gawain asked in disbelief. "But his shield broke!"
"There is no blood." Arturia answered.
"Begin!"
The moment Vortigern had resettled his shield strap, the two began fighting once more. There was no more mercy. Pellinore was clearly on the defence. It was only the better shape of his shield that was keeping him ahead.
But that would not last, Arturia knew in her heart.
"Tense, isn't it?"
Arturia almost jumped as Kay settled in beside her, looking rather grim.
"Yes. Pellinore will not win." She answered back. Her heart said that victory was now impossible for Pellinore.
"He might win." Kay muttered. "Pellinore's luck has pulled through in worse."
In truth, Arturia couldn't see that happening. It was as if her fears were confirmed when, with a thunderous strike, Pellinore was forced back three feet, planting his right leg even as his left buckled. His mobility was lost.
"Luck shouldn't matter." Gawain declared.
"Oh? Then you want Vortigern to win?" Kay asked. Gawain shook his head.
"Not really, but..."
"Then do not curse luck. One day she will save you, and it won't do to spit in her face." Kay chided, his eyes returning to the battle.
Arturia blinked. Was Kay trying to reassure himself, or chide Gawain?
Then it happened, a loud shriek of smashing metal. Gawain let out a shout of shock. Arturia wasn't entirely sure her own hadn't joined his.
Pellinore and Vortigern's swords had struck. Vortigern's hadn't survived. Pellinore's had.
Arturia could only stare at the sight of Pellinore's sword deep inside Vortigern's shoulder. Pellinore himself looked positively shocked at the outcome, stepping back one, then two steps, staring stupidly. His helm had fallen to the ground for a better view.
Vortigern himself merely stood stock still for what felt like the longest time, before falling backwards. Even ignoring the wound in his shoulder, his sword arm had several gashes in it from where the shards of his blade had bit into it.
"Third blood! Winner, Sir Pellinore!"
The announcement was completely redundant.
"I don't believe it." Kay finally whispered. "That was..."
"Luck?" Arturia tried to supply, although to her, Vortigern's blade hadn't looked that worse for wear, had it?
"Well, either that or the most amazingly shoddy smithmanship I've ever seen, for multiple faults to develop without the blade breaking." Kay answered. His voice was biting at the very idea, as if it caused him disgust.
"I don't get it?" Gawain spoke up. "Why did King Vortigern's sword break?"
"Because it wasn't made very well." It was all Arturia could really tell him. The alternative was either the will of god, or sorcery, and she was disinclined to believe either. Not without proof.
But then, father had not wished Vortigern to win, hadn't he?
This was oddly convenient for him.
Yes, that was the conclusion Arturia came to on the matter, yet what, exactly, could she say for the moment. Kay just let out a relieved sigh.
"Well, all we need to do is see him crowned and we will be back to the Forest Suavage." He mused.
The Forest Suavage, the lands ruled and safeguarded by Sir Ector. In truth, it wasn't really a kingdom, so Sir Ector had no title of kingship. It was more lent land, a fiefdom and nothing more. No one really wanted to own the Forest Suavage, though. Uther had laid claim when he was alive, but with him now gone…
"..."
Gawain just looked listless.
"Disappointed, kid?" Kay asked. Gawain gave a nod.
"It didn't end like it should have." He answered, as they watched Vortigern be helped back to his feet and dragged away, no doubt to a medical tent. The brother of the previous king would be afforded every miracle of medicine that could be provided, after all.
"It rarely does in the real world." Kay told Gawain bluntly.
"Brother Kay, there's no need for such harsh words."
Gawain looked a little crushed.
"I'll show you." He finally whispered, even as Arturia and Kay's names were called out. "He cheated. I'm sure of it."
Arturia wasn't sure what to say, yet King Lot and his wife were rapidly sweeping past, collecting Gawain with them with hurried words, as they strode down the stands.
"Father."
Kay's voice seemed a little bitter.
"Kay. Arturia. It is time we retire."
"We aren't going to see the ceremony?" Arturia asked in confusion. Ector shook his head.
"Merlin has asked that you attend at the Glade for the drawing of the sword." Ector stated dryly. "He sounds confident that it will be drawn now. I don't see what could have changed. Pellinore failed to draw the blade yesterday."
"Well, we mustn't keep the old fogey waiting." Kay noted. Arturia just followed at a sedate pace.
Why the sorcerer Merlin sought her, she didn't know.
*****
The glade that bore the Sword of Selection was rather full, Arturia decided. She could barely see the sword, buried halfway into the stone, through the dignitaries and knights who had not been too injured to attend.
Pellinore himself looked worse for wear, his arms covered in cloth that hid injuries. His mantle did little to make him more regal, and, in truth, he simply looked worn and old.
"He never wanted this." Ector muttered to himself. Arturia gave her father a quick glance.
"But he won, did he not? Why not simply surrender if he had no desire to rule?" She asked. Ector gave her a long look.
"Because the alternative is something he thought worse." He finally answered. "Don't look away, Arturia. This is our future, whether we want it or not."
Merlin raised a hand from beside the Sword of Selection, and all fell silent. Arturia could see young Gawain only a few feet from Pellinore, standing with his parents. They had quite a prestigious spot, so close to the happenings before them.
"Whomsoever taketh this sword shall be rightfully king, born of Britain."
Arturia had heard those words before.
"Are ye', Sir Pellinore, ready to steel thy heart and take up thy blade?"
"Yes."
Even if it was obvious that Pellinore did not really wish to do this. He seemed resigned, almost expecting to fail.
Yet Arturia remembered what she had done earlier that day.
"It's my fault."
It came out as a whisper. She had condemned Pellinore to become king through inaction. By not drawing the sword, but by touching it…
Pellinore would succeed this time, through no fault of his own.
"Yes."
Ector's voice was kind, yet it cut through to Arturia's heart.
"Our choices affect everyone else, for better or worse, dear." Ector stated. "This is one that you will have to live with. It is too late to take it back."
It was as if the world stood still. The crowd was chattering. Questions of what would happen, would Pellinore succeed, some whispers that he was an old fraud and jester, yet Arturia felt only pain.
"That one, is guilt."
Pellinore's hand touched the hilt, soon joined by his other hand, and he heaved.
The clearing was filled with light, as if the Once and Future King herself had, in fact, drawn forth the blade. It cared not that it's new owner was an imposter, for it had already felt the loving touch of its master just once.
"I crown you King Pellinore, Once and Future King of all England."
The light had cleared. The glade was silent in awe. Pellinore himself seemed shocked, his gaze falling on Merlin.
"What sorcery is this?"
The first words from his throat were what sounded like condemnation, but Merlin was passive.
"The blade selects those most worthy. The one who draws it, thus, is the one who is most worthy at any one time." He answered.
Arturia wanted to call him a bald faced liar, but then, perhaps there had been more then one enchantment keeping the blade in the stone.
Yet before King Pellinore could continue his tirade, Merlin had stepped down, sweeping his hand to the man.
"Sirs and Ladies, I present to you King Pellinore, King of England." He declared.
"All hail King Pellinore!"
"All hail King Pellinore!"
Arturia didn't know where the cries came from, but one by one, the gathered kings began to kneel. Arturia soon found herself joining them, kneeling beside her father.
The old days had come to an end. It was the beginning of a new age.
*****
The rest of the day had passed in a blur for Arturia. It was now supper time. She felt horribly out of place amongst the nobility that had gathered for the first feast of King Pellinore, yet father had insisted that she be present. Kay did not look particularly happy, either.
The food was delicious, but the time for eating had now passed, and Arturia was left to her own devices, in clothes that were entirely too boyish for such an occasion. If she did not serve under Kay, she could have been comfortable in bed right now. As it was, all that was strictly required of her was that she hold onto Kay's 'sword'.
She felt so horribly out of place.
"If you keep glancing so furtively, child, then you will attract unwanted attention."
Arturia almost jumped out of her skin, yet it was only Lady Morgan.
"M'lady." Arturia did her best to curtsy, yet the lady waved it away.
"Please, no child of Sir Ector need bow to me." Her words sounded most honeylike. "You seemed lonely."
"… I am." Arturia admitted. "This feast ill suits me."
"You and me both, then." Morgan noted. "It is… somewhat sickening, to see my husband fall over himself, but aid is so direly needed in the north."
"The Saxon Horde?"
"Indeed. They've made significant gains in the last month. Without more aid, I'm afraid we will lose Lothian to them within the year." She seemed somewhat distressed, yet that odd feeling of honeyed words remained.
Arturia nodded nonetheless.
"There may yet be a rallying cry." She noted. Morgan seemed to agree, for she nodded as well.
"Indeed." She paused a moment. "Tell me, where did you obtain that sword?"
Arturia almost flinched, yet restrained herself.
[ ] Tell her.
[ ] Don't tell her.
[ ] Lie; the sword 'is' Kay's, after all.
-
You would like to talk to one person before the night is out. Who?
[ ] Kay
[ ] Pellinore
[ ] Merlin
[ ] Gawain
[ ] Lot
[ ] Other (Write in, though the character may not be present).
[ ] None, retire early.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
She has the "Ownership of Britain" or whatever it's called, yes.
Every option I give has something behind it.