La Vie d'Arturia (Fate Series)
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[X] Tell her.
[X] Morgan.
Sisters bonding at its finest.
[X] Morgan.
Sisters bonding at its finest.
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- He/Him
Neutral or Chaotic Neutral. Depending on which point of view you look at her from.
[X] Tell her.
[X] Gawain
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
[X] Tell her.
[X] Gawain
[X] Gawain
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
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- USG Ishimura
[X] Don't tell her.
Just to be different.
[X] Lot
Lets hear more about those Saxons.
Just to be different.
[X] Lot
Lets hear more about those Saxons.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Roll was a sliding scale. 1 was Pellinore dies. 5 was Vortigern dies. 2 and 4 were the respective character loses. 3 was a draw.
...
Sorry...
Diomedea
A piece of the continent
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Roll was a sliding scale. 1 was Pellinore dies. 5 was Vortigern dies. 2 and 4 were the respective character loses. 3 was a draw.
...
Sorry...
Hadou, you don't need to apologize, you silly Bunny. Schemes falling through means little to a schemer, since all it means is they get to craft a new scheme.
There are plenty of places for chaos to erupt from. Also, we are kinda noticeably a girl at this point, so there is lots of conflict potential there.
Since Vortigern died at the hands of the False King ( ) Pellinore, what themes would have been the focus if our uncle had won the fight ?
) Pellinore, what themes would have been the focus if our uncle had won the fight ?
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BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Nuhuhuh~ No cheating.Since Vortigern died at the hands of the False King
[X] Tell her.
[X] Morgan.
[X] Morgan.
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- she/her
[X] Don't tell her.
I thought everyone was in favor of keeping the sword and not drawing attention. Remind me again, who was the legendary figure behind the theft of Excalibur?
[X] Gawain
I thought everyone was in favor of keeping the sword and not drawing attention. Remind me again, who was the legendary figure behind the theft of Excalibur?
[X] Gawain
Diomedea
A piece of the continent
- Location
- The interblag
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Ah, but we no longer are the opposing "King," but merely the
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
I am reminded why I don't try to predict my players.
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Because stealing the sword is a helluva lot less effort for major gain than it would take to subvert a mostly useless pawn. Arturia's claim to the throne could only be proven by drawing the sword, and that test has now lost its legitimacy.
On the other hand, with Arturia giving up the claim on the throne, she could be co-opted instead of fought. She's useful for that if nothing else.
[X] Tell her.
[X] Morgan.
[X] Morgan.
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
Vote Tally : La Vie d'Arturia (Fate Series) | Page 2 | Sufficient Velocity
##### NetTally 1.1.23
[X] Tell her.
No. of Votes: 15
[X] Morgan.
No. of Votes: 8
[X] Gawain
No. of Votes: 4
[X] None, retire early.
No. of Votes: 2
[X] Don't tell her.
No. of Votes: 2
[X] Pellinore
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Merlin
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Lot
No. of Votes: 1
Total No. of Voters: 17
##### NetTally 1.1.23
[X] Tell her.
No. of Votes: 15
[X] Morgan.
No. of Votes: 8
[X] Gawain
No. of Votes: 4
[X] None, retire early.
No. of Votes: 2
[X] Don't tell her.
No. of Votes: 2
[X] Pellinore
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Merlin
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Lot
No. of Votes: 1
Total No. of Voters: 17
4. To Say Goodbye
BlackHadou
Bunny-Sensei
It was only after a long breath that Arturia's brain began to parse what Morgan had asked. Where had she gotten the sword in the glade? Well, that was…
Well, a question she wasn't sure she was comfortable answering.
Yet she couldn't lie, could she? Morgan would likely work it out nearly immediately, after all. Arturia had never been particularly good at lying. She let out a small sigh, before nodding, as if to reassure herself.
"I tried to pull Caliburn." She finally stated. "Brother Kay needed a sword, and, well, no one was using Caliburn, so I tried to pull it out."
"It didn't work?" Morgan mused. She sounded almost surprised. Arturia decided that maybe, just maybe, it would be better not to correct Morgan. She didn't want all the suffering of the day to have been for nothing.
There was plenty of suffering yet in King Pellinore's future, but he seemed to be the best man for the job. Arturia had no idea how to feel about Vortigern. The man made her feel cold just by looking at him.
"A passing knight lent me his sword." Arturia continued. "Well… less lent and more..."
"Bequeathed." Morgan filled in the blanks herself. "The previous owner isn't alive. No one would lend a sword with the writing of the faeries upon it out." She let out a small sigh. "Well, it's not as glorious a tale as I had thought it would be, but not every tale has a glorious beginning, after all."
"Glorious beginning?" Arturia asked, feeling curious. Morgan nodded.
"You'll do great things." She concluded. "Good or ill, I know not." It was as if the honey had gone away. Morgan's interest had waned ever so slightly.
"Do you… know what it says?" She asked curiously. Morgan paused, thinking for a long moment.
"I'd have to look again." She noted. "But from what I recall from when Sir Ector held it, it said "Glory" on one side and "Cast Away" on the other. The Faerie language is rather complex, though. That would only be a rough translation." She paused, before giving Arturia a sly smile. "Though I suppose your smart enough to keep the fact I can read that to yourself, aren't you?"
"You're an enchanter?"
"Hardly. Merlin is the only true sorcerer in the land." She admitted. "I am a child compared to his learnedness." Arturia felt a shiver down her spine as she heard that. There was something rather ugly in Morgan's voice as she declared that.
Yet before she could say anything, Morgan just showed her a smile, before offering her a small goblet.
"Some wine?" She asked.
"Father says-"
"Oh, your father won't mind. I'll keep a eye on you. It's just one cup." Morgan teased. Arturia stared at it for a long moment, before taking the goblet and sipping from it.
Her back tingled. It was bitter. Her face scrunched up and Morgan's voice lit up in laughter.
"Well, I was expecting several reactions, but not that." She admitted. "I guess it is your first time." Arturia threw her best glare at the older woman, but Morgan merely laughed harder. "Oh, it has been a long time since I've seen that look. You are a darling, little Arturia."
Yet the woman's lips twisted into a small, sincere smile, as she watched Arturia attempt to finish the goblet.
"Too bitter?"
"Yes."
"Then don't finish it." Arturia flinched, looking up at Morgan.
"Father..."
"I know." Morgan stated. "But wine is to be savoured, not forced down. Try again in a few years. I guarantee you'll like it more then." Arturia put the goblet down without complaint. Her back and neck still shivered at the lingering taste. Morgan looked back to where King Pellinore stood, chatting with a few lords.
"Do you think the north will be sacrificed?" Arturia asked, staring at the slow fall of Morgan's face. The woman shook her head.
"There will be no sacrifice." She declared bluntly. "We will fight to the very last. If the north falls, then it will be because we are all dead."
"… That's too sad..." Arturia muttered.
"Perhaps it is, but it's not like we can change it." Morgan declared. "We are to the wall. Our home is in peril. If we won't fight, then who will?"
Who will, indeed.
Arturia felt her heart fall. That should have been her, not Pellinore, making the hard decision to try and save the North or leave it to its fate. Was there even a right decision he could make?
"You wanted King Pellinore over Vortigern..." Arturia noted. "Why?" Morgan froze, her gaze slowly falling to the curious youth beside her.
"I suppose your father hasn't told you of the man." She finally muttered. "Vortigern is… well..." Morgan paused for a long moment, pondering. "Perhaps the best way to put it is he is too close to the situation at hand to be trustworthy as King."
"Huh?"
"That is all you need to know, little Arturia." Morgan declared. "Now tell me, surely there is some young man who has taken your interest?"
"No."
It was blunt, straight to the point. It was a statement of fact and no more. Arturia didn't feel anything saying it, either.
"Ah, well, it'll happen eventually."
"Maybe, but not now."
That was all that needed to be said. Arturia did not wish to pursue that line of thought any further. She cast her gaze about, thinking, until it finally fell on her brother and father.
"Thank you for the company, Lady Morgan."
"It was my pleasure. Stay safe."
With that, Arturia darted away.
Even so, she felt that maybe, she understood just how those who suffered in the north felt a little more.
Yet as she approached the scene of the father and son, it occurred to her that it wasn't a pleasant discussion.
"It's foolishness, that's what it is, Kay. Wait for the King's decree!"
"If we wait that long it could be too late! You're the one always saying a knight has to protect the weak!"
"There is a difference between protect the weak and valiant stupidity Kay. Without assurances of reinforcements anything that happens in the north is merely delaying the inevitable. You are one man."
"One man can make the difference though!"
"Um..."
Arturia shivered as both men's gazes fell on her, full of emotion. Kay took one more look at his father, before the words tumbled out of his mouth.
"I'm going. If the kingdom is too craven to help those in need, so be it. I am not."
Ector looked only sad and resigned as his son stormed away.
"I'm sorry. I hope you didn't hear too much, Arturia." He whispered. Arturia shook her head.
"Just the end." She admitted. "Brother Kay is leaving?"
"Yes." Ector nodded to the table. "Sit, sit. There's no need to stand, dear."
"Then Kay isn't going home with us?"
"I don't think he was ever going to." Ector admitted. "If it wasn't going to be gallivanting up north, it would have been entering the new kings service. My son is destined for greater things then mere service in the Forest Sauvage."
"… I'll miss him."
It was a solemn admission. Ector could only nod his agreement.
"So will I." He answered. "King Pellinore has ordered a full mustering of forces. I will be returning to the manor tomorrow. Numbers and stock need to be taken."
"Then aid is going north?" Arturia asked. Ector shook his head.
"I don't know."
"Huh?"
To Arturia, the idea was unthinkable. If forces were being mustered, for what purpose could it be but marching north?
"There have already been two claims of illegitimacy." Ector mused. "It could easily be for the purposes of defending the throne and quelling rebellion. King Lot has his work cut out for him."
The conversation died down on that note, until the two decided to retire. The thoughts on Arturia's mind were simply too heavy.
Why, in a time where a new king had been crowned, were people already clamouring to dethrone him?
"Power, simply." Had been Ector's answer. "Some think Vortigern was cheated through sorcery. Other's think that they deserve the throne through some ancient claim of blood. Other's still just want the Saxon's to win, and serve a higher master."
For Arturia, it was just too much.
It was late at night, when the creaking of floorboards woke Arturia up. Her hand went out, finding the Sword of the Glade in moments, but the door to her room never opened.
Letting out a small sigh, she began moving towards the door, opening it softly. The wood under her feet was rough and worn, but without shoes, she made no noise.
It took only a few minutes to find the source of the noise, catching him in the main room of the inn. His arm was still bound in a sling, but his saddlebags were packed, and he looked entirely determined to go.
"So this is it, Brother Kay?"
Arturia had to ask, even if she knew he wouldn't be dissuaded. Kay didn't slow as he packed food for the trail, nibbling on a small loaf of bread as he did so.
"It is."
Arturia could only walk forward and settle beside him, watching him work like old times.
"Then your going to be a knight."
"Some knight, huh?" Kay noted dryly. "Broken arm and all."
"It won't hinder your swordsmanship." Arturia answered. Kay paused for a brief moment, glancing at the hand and a half sword that was the replacement for the one he'd snapped the previous day.
"No. No it won't." He finally answered. "Sorry. I know father is disappointed, but this is what I've trained for. If I have the power to help, then I can't stay here craven and consolidating the power of some old man. If the lords and ladies have time to plot against the throne, then they are wasting time that should be spent saving our borders."
He was most certainly sincere, if nothing else, and Arturia could appreciate that.
"I think father is proud." She finally answered. "He just doesn't know how to say it." Kay nodded, smiling bitterly.
"He's not the only one."
That was true. Father and son rarely could find the words to articulate their feelings towards the other. It was it's own, small tragedy.
"Will you be travelling with King Lot?"
"No." Kay answered. "I'm going on ahead. King Lot is going to stay a few days to try and convince our new King Pellinore. I'll be taking Gawain and lady Morgan ahead."
His packing complete, Kay stood up, smiling sadly as he ruffled Arturia's hair.
"Guess this is see ya later, Arturia." He noted dryly, as he began walking to the door. Arturia's mouth fell dry.
Indeed, it could be… Perhaps it should be, yet…
She glanced down at the weapon in her hands…
What good is power if you won't use it?
[ ] "Farewell, Kay." Stay with Sir Ector.
[ ] "Wait. Take this." Lend Kay the Sword of the Glade. Stay with Sir Ector.
[ ] "… Brother, wait." Leave with Sir Kay.
Well, a question she wasn't sure she was comfortable answering.
Yet she couldn't lie, could she? Morgan would likely work it out nearly immediately, after all. Arturia had never been particularly good at lying. She let out a small sigh, before nodding, as if to reassure herself.
"I tried to pull Caliburn." She finally stated. "Brother Kay needed a sword, and, well, no one was using Caliburn, so I tried to pull it out."
"It didn't work?" Morgan mused. She sounded almost surprised. Arturia decided that maybe, just maybe, it would be better not to correct Morgan. She didn't want all the suffering of the day to have been for nothing.
There was plenty of suffering yet in King Pellinore's future, but he seemed to be the best man for the job. Arturia had no idea how to feel about Vortigern. The man made her feel cold just by looking at him.
"A passing knight lent me his sword." Arturia continued. "Well… less lent and more..."
"Bequeathed." Morgan filled in the blanks herself. "The previous owner isn't alive. No one would lend a sword with the writing of the faeries upon it out." She let out a small sigh. "Well, it's not as glorious a tale as I had thought it would be, but not every tale has a glorious beginning, after all."
"Glorious beginning?" Arturia asked, feeling curious. Morgan nodded.
"You'll do great things." She concluded. "Good or ill, I know not." It was as if the honey had gone away. Morgan's interest had waned ever so slightly.
"Do you… know what it says?" She asked curiously. Morgan paused, thinking for a long moment.
"I'd have to look again." She noted. "But from what I recall from when Sir Ector held it, it said "Glory" on one side and "Cast Away" on the other. The Faerie language is rather complex, though. That would only be a rough translation." She paused, before giving Arturia a sly smile. "Though I suppose your smart enough to keep the fact I can read that to yourself, aren't you?"
"You're an enchanter?"
"Hardly. Merlin is the only true sorcerer in the land." She admitted. "I am a child compared to his learnedness." Arturia felt a shiver down her spine as she heard that. There was something rather ugly in Morgan's voice as she declared that.
Yet before she could say anything, Morgan just showed her a smile, before offering her a small goblet.
"Some wine?" She asked.
"Father says-"
"Oh, your father won't mind. I'll keep a eye on you. It's just one cup." Morgan teased. Arturia stared at it for a long moment, before taking the goblet and sipping from it.
Her back tingled. It was bitter. Her face scrunched up and Morgan's voice lit up in laughter.
"Well, I was expecting several reactions, but not that." She admitted. "I guess it is your first time." Arturia threw her best glare at the older woman, but Morgan merely laughed harder. "Oh, it has been a long time since I've seen that look. You are a darling, little Arturia."
Yet the woman's lips twisted into a small, sincere smile, as she watched Arturia attempt to finish the goblet.
"Too bitter?"
"Yes."
"Then don't finish it." Arturia flinched, looking up at Morgan.
"Father..."
"I know." Morgan stated. "But wine is to be savoured, not forced down. Try again in a few years. I guarantee you'll like it more then." Arturia put the goblet down without complaint. Her back and neck still shivered at the lingering taste. Morgan looked back to where King Pellinore stood, chatting with a few lords.
"Do you think the north will be sacrificed?" Arturia asked, staring at the slow fall of Morgan's face. The woman shook her head.
"There will be no sacrifice." She declared bluntly. "We will fight to the very last. If the north falls, then it will be because we are all dead."
"… That's too sad..." Arturia muttered.
"Perhaps it is, but it's not like we can change it." Morgan declared. "We are to the wall. Our home is in peril. If we won't fight, then who will?"
Who will, indeed.
Arturia felt her heart fall. That should have been her, not Pellinore, making the hard decision to try and save the North or leave it to its fate. Was there even a right decision he could make?
"You wanted King Pellinore over Vortigern..." Arturia noted. "Why?" Morgan froze, her gaze slowly falling to the curious youth beside her.
"I suppose your father hasn't told you of the man." She finally muttered. "Vortigern is… well..." Morgan paused for a long moment, pondering. "Perhaps the best way to put it is he is too close to the situation at hand to be trustworthy as King."
"Huh?"
"That is all you need to know, little Arturia." Morgan declared. "Now tell me, surely there is some young man who has taken your interest?"
"No."
It was blunt, straight to the point. It was a statement of fact and no more. Arturia didn't feel anything saying it, either.
"Ah, well, it'll happen eventually."
"Maybe, but not now."
That was all that needed to be said. Arturia did not wish to pursue that line of thought any further. She cast her gaze about, thinking, until it finally fell on her brother and father.
"Thank you for the company, Lady Morgan."
"It was my pleasure. Stay safe."
With that, Arturia darted away.
Even so, she felt that maybe, she understood just how those who suffered in the north felt a little more.
Yet as she approached the scene of the father and son, it occurred to her that it wasn't a pleasant discussion.
"It's foolishness, that's what it is, Kay. Wait for the King's decree!"
"If we wait that long it could be too late! You're the one always saying a knight has to protect the weak!"
"There is a difference between protect the weak and valiant stupidity Kay. Without assurances of reinforcements anything that happens in the north is merely delaying the inevitable. You are one man."
"One man can make the difference though!"
"Um..."
Arturia shivered as both men's gazes fell on her, full of emotion. Kay took one more look at his father, before the words tumbled out of his mouth.
"I'm going. If the kingdom is too craven to help those in need, so be it. I am not."
Ector looked only sad and resigned as his son stormed away.
"I'm sorry. I hope you didn't hear too much, Arturia." He whispered. Arturia shook her head.
"Just the end." She admitted. "Brother Kay is leaving?"
"Yes." Ector nodded to the table. "Sit, sit. There's no need to stand, dear."
"Then Kay isn't going home with us?"
"I don't think he was ever going to." Ector admitted. "If it wasn't going to be gallivanting up north, it would have been entering the new kings service. My son is destined for greater things then mere service in the Forest Sauvage."
"… I'll miss him."
It was a solemn admission. Ector could only nod his agreement.
"So will I." He answered. "King Pellinore has ordered a full mustering of forces. I will be returning to the manor tomorrow. Numbers and stock need to be taken."
"Then aid is going north?" Arturia asked. Ector shook his head.
"I don't know."
"Huh?"
To Arturia, the idea was unthinkable. If forces were being mustered, for what purpose could it be but marching north?
"There have already been two claims of illegitimacy." Ector mused. "It could easily be for the purposes of defending the throne and quelling rebellion. King Lot has his work cut out for him."
The conversation died down on that note, until the two decided to retire. The thoughts on Arturia's mind were simply too heavy.
Why, in a time where a new king had been crowned, were people already clamouring to dethrone him?
"Power, simply." Had been Ector's answer. "Some think Vortigern was cheated through sorcery. Other's think that they deserve the throne through some ancient claim of blood. Other's still just want the Saxon's to win, and serve a higher master."
For Arturia, it was just too much.
*****
It was late at night, when the creaking of floorboards woke Arturia up. Her hand went out, finding the Sword of the Glade in moments, but the door to her room never opened.
Letting out a small sigh, she began moving towards the door, opening it softly. The wood under her feet was rough and worn, but without shoes, she made no noise.
It took only a few minutes to find the source of the noise, catching him in the main room of the inn. His arm was still bound in a sling, but his saddlebags were packed, and he looked entirely determined to go.
"So this is it, Brother Kay?"
Arturia had to ask, even if she knew he wouldn't be dissuaded. Kay didn't slow as he packed food for the trail, nibbling on a small loaf of bread as he did so.
"It is."
Arturia could only walk forward and settle beside him, watching him work like old times.
"Then your going to be a knight."
"Some knight, huh?" Kay noted dryly. "Broken arm and all."
"It won't hinder your swordsmanship." Arturia answered. Kay paused for a brief moment, glancing at the hand and a half sword that was the replacement for the one he'd snapped the previous day.
"No. No it won't." He finally answered. "Sorry. I know father is disappointed, but this is what I've trained for. If I have the power to help, then I can't stay here craven and consolidating the power of some old man. If the lords and ladies have time to plot against the throne, then they are wasting time that should be spent saving our borders."
He was most certainly sincere, if nothing else, and Arturia could appreciate that.
"I think father is proud." She finally answered. "He just doesn't know how to say it." Kay nodded, smiling bitterly.
"He's not the only one."
That was true. Father and son rarely could find the words to articulate their feelings towards the other. It was it's own, small tragedy.
"Will you be travelling with King Lot?"
"No." Kay answered. "I'm going on ahead. King Lot is going to stay a few days to try and convince our new King Pellinore. I'll be taking Gawain and lady Morgan ahead."
His packing complete, Kay stood up, smiling sadly as he ruffled Arturia's hair.
"Guess this is see ya later, Arturia." He noted dryly, as he began walking to the door. Arturia's mouth fell dry.
Indeed, it could be… Perhaps it should be, yet…
She glanced down at the weapon in her hands…
What good is power if you won't use it?
[ ] "Farewell, Kay." Stay with Sir Ector.
[ ] "Wait. Take this." Lend Kay the Sword of the Glade. Stay with Sir Ector.
[ ] "… Brother, wait." Leave with Sir Kay.