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Post by Shawn on May 20, 2012 23:41:25 GMT -5
OOC-Come on where's the Numfar love? In case you guys didn't recognize that's from the tv show Angel aka the best show about a vampire detective ever Name: Sir Walter Lannister Nickname: Very few people call him Walt Appearance: Age: 45 Race: Human Allegiance: King Gareth Occupation: Knight Weapon: Sword Strengths: Walter is an exceptional liar and manipulator, he knows what he wants and will do anything to get it. He's a skilled swordsmen and has plenty of battle experience. He also is one of the richest men in Camelot. Weaknesses: Most who know his name know he's not to be trusted, he's paranoid, arrogant and short tempered. He has almost no self control and tends to ruin his own schemes with his impatience. Goals: To get more power and to stay one of Gareth's closest knights, to see Arthur take his last breath and see his son become just as powerful as he, himself is. Fears: He fears failure and losing power, the two things he values above all are money and power and he would do whatever he could to make sure he doesn't lose them. He fears what would happen if Arthur did come back and he also has issues with heights. Short Bio: Walter was spoiled by his mother from the day he was born and so he grew up to be a man who expects to get what he wants. His family has had a long tradition of knights and Walter eventually sat at the Round Table with Arthur. But Walter hated Arthur and all his rules, he was taking the fun out of being a knight so when he found out about the Queen's affair he made sure everyone knew and when the kingdom found out Arthur couldn't even control his wife and planted the doubts about whether he could rule a kingdom. He picked Gareth to be his puppet, the man was an idiot and easy to control and Walter loves playing puppet master. Other: He has a son who is also a knight but Walker considers his son to be a failure, his own failure.
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Post by Shawn on May 21, 2012 0:18:43 GMT -5
Name: Sir Henry Lannister Nickname: Just goes by Henry Appearance: Age: 25 Race: Human Allegiance: King Gareth Occupation: Knight Weapon: Sword Strengths: Henry is nothing like his father, brave, noble, and always trying to do the right thing. He's good with a sword, not really great but he's young and never gives up. Weaknesses: Henry is almost always conflicted between doing what he knows he's supposed to do and what he feels is the right thing. He usually ends up doing the right thing but he hates seeing that look of disappointment in his father eyes. He's beginning to think he's wrong about what's right and that just makes him more confused. Goals: He wants more that anything to make his father proud, to be a good knight and to protect his home, Camelot, from anything that might threaten her. Fears: Being a disappointment, what people think of him, and that maybe he's fighting for the wrong king, though he can barely admit that last one to himself. He's also a bit afraid of anything non-human, he's heard tales of horrible beasts from his father and they don't sound like anything he want's to face alone. Short Bio: Henry is the only son to Sir Walter, his mother died in child birth so he is only one who will be able to carry on the family name. He's always tried to make his father proud and always failed to do so. His father is hero and he want's to be a knight as brave and strong as his dad. He was raised believing that Arthur was an awful king, too soft always trying to make peace and help the weak. Henry believes that following the orders of the king is the right thing, while he may not understand them, Gareth is king for a reason and Henry has faith that the king knows what's best for the kingdom.
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Post by Shawn on May 21, 2012 1:09:04 GMT -5
I swear I was playing to do this before you brought Bo into this it just made me think to use Dyson lol Name: Bartholomew Dyson Nickname: Hawk Appearance: Age: 32 Race: Fey/Shifter Allegiance: King Arthur Occupation: What like work? Yeah no, he doesn't do that. Weapon: Likes to fight as a Bear Strengths: Technically like most of his bread of shifter he can take the shape of any normal animal but mostly he uses a hawk, deer or a bear. He's good in a fight and at stealing. Weaknesses: Hawk prefers animals over people, and it really shows. He prefers not to have to deal too much with people and he's usually a bit rude. He's not good with weapons, he likes his fights up close and personal. Other than his main shifts, a hawk and bear he can't maintain other animal forms for very long. Sometimes when he's in an animal form, usually the Hawk he'll forgot who he is and sometimes it's taken him days to shift back. Goals: To protect the forests around Camelot, get rid of Gareth and to hopefully never again have to socialize with humans. Fears: That Gareth really could get ride of magic and all non-humans, forgetting who he is and he has an almost instinctive fear of fire that he guesses if from his animal side. Short Bio: Hawk's parents died when he was very young and as a child he would shift into a Hawk and hide in another hawks nest to be fed and to feel like he had a family. It was the first shift he learned how to do and the one he feels most connected to. Sometimes he forgets he's not a hawk and he fears he might get stuck one day. He's spent his whole life in the forest and he loves it there and he'll stop anyone who tries to destroy what he loves.
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Post by Shawn on May 21, 2012 3:37:48 GMT -5
Name: Lancelot du Lac Nickname: Lance Appearance: Age: 28 Race: Mostly Human with a quarter Were Lion but he can only change in times of great emotional distress, and only Arthur and Guinevere know about it. Allegiance: Lancelot has swore his loyalty to one king, the true king, Arthur and he will serve no other king. Occupation: Former Knight, Currently leading a Rebel army to over through the King. Weapon: Sword Strengths: Physically he's pretty strong, good with a sword and can keep a level head in battle. Weaknesses: Lance can be a little cocky, not as much as he was a while ago but he certainly more than the normal amount of self esteem. He can't refuse a challenge and he can occasionally be impulsive. His biggest weakness is his heart, he'll do anything for someone he loves, and there's no one he loves more than Guinevere. Goals: To stop Gareth and put the rightful king back on the throne, to have a family and watch his own children grow up in Camelot. Fears: That his actions will lead to the end of Camelot and magic, that Arthur will never forgive him and he fears being separate from the woman he loves, by death or even by a few miles. Short Bio: While he does come from a noble family, his family had blown the fortune they had long ago. He grew up poor and they only thing he ever wanted to be was a knight. His family always felt the need to keep quit about his grandfather, a Were Lion who was sort of the families black sheep, while they may not have had money at least there bloodline had been pure nobility with the one exception. A stricter king might have used this fact to keep Lancelot from becoming a knight, but not Arthur. He became Arthur's most trusted knight, watching over the castle and kingdom while the king was away. While the king was away he also found himself falling for the Queen. At first he tried to fight it but he couldn't and when word got out and with everything that happened he feels really bad. It was bad enough that he'd betrayed his king but to do so to his very best friend was almost too much for him to live with. But death would be a cowards way out, and Arthur was no executioner. He plans to do the honorable thing, set things right, lower his head and offer his sincerest apologies for hurting his friend. He isn't sorry for love he has for Guinevere though.
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Post by Shawn on May 23, 2012 20:36:51 GMT -5
Name: Arthur Pendragon Nickname: Some still call him King but he just prefers Arthur. Appearance: Age: 36 Race: Human/Fey Allegiance: Currently neutral, he just wants to be left alone. Occupation: Formerly the King Weapon: Sword Strengths: He's smart, good with a sword and great leader. While he was king he was well liked by his people, sure there were a few he weren't happy with the changes he made but you can't please everyone. Arthur was fair and honorable man and most people were glad to be ruled by someone who always put there best interests first. Weaknesses: His biggest weakness is his state of mind, he sees himself as a failure, he destroyed Camelot by being a foolish king. He feels he never really knew what kind of people he ruled, that no one can ever be trusted and that he never should have pulled that sword. He realizes that he lost the best thing that had ever entered his life, his wife. He's lost the woman he loved to his best friend, lost his crown and kingdom and worst of all the man who was like a father to him, his mentor Merlin, was killed by a trusted knight with Excaliber. Arthur is depressed, he trusts no one, he spends his days drinking and avoiding social interactions. Goals: To live out the rest of his days in peace, to be able to put the events of his rule behind him and one day be happy again. Fears: That Gareth will succeed in his goals, that it was all his fault and even though he thought he was a descent king at the time he now fears it was him who ruined Camelot, that he tried to change things too fast. He never feared death before, he thought he would spend eternity in the Elysian fields with all the other great hero's and warriors but now he realizes he was delusional. He fears what sort of punishment he might face in the afterlife for his choices in this one. Not so Short Bio: Born in secret Arthur was the bastard son of Uther and Nymph. He grew up not knowing he was the son of the king, but had a happy childhood living with the Fey people. His mothers home was tucked away in the woods and every now and then he would head into town to buy supplies. He was 16 when King Uther died, and Uthers only male heir had been slain in battle just months before. Arthur had been on his way to the market when he saw a line of people trying to pull a sword from a stone. A test issued by the king's most trusted adviser, Merlin, to find the next king. Arthur thought it was silly but a strange old man convinced him to give it a try. To everyone's surprise he pull Uthers sword, Clarent, from the stone. Arthur became king, he drove the Saxon's from Britain, fighting in the front lines with his men and earning the respect of the army. While fighting the Saxons he came across a Lady in a Lake who gave him a sword that would ensure him victory in battle, that sword was Excaliber. After the war with the Saxons, King Arthur brought peace across Britain. He created the Knights of the Round table, to protect the people, to use there might for right. Before knights were less than noble, using there strength and titles to get what they wanted rather than to protect the people. He was guided by Merlin who eventually told him Uther had been his father, who made sure Arthur grew to become the kind of king he was foretold to be. His marriage to Genevieve had been suggested by Merlin, a way to ensure peace between his people and hers and reluctantly agreed. At the time he had interest in romance or marriage but from the moment he saw the Queen he was madly in love with her. He realizes now he was a terrible husband, he was just too focused on the kingdom, traveling here and there trying to ensure peace and solve problems. He left his most trusted knight, his closest friend Sir Lancelot du Lac. When word of their affair reached him he was crushed, he had never felt an anger so pure or grief so crippling. He was crushed, the two people who mattered most to him had betrayed him, he couldn't stand to be in the same room as them. He just wanted them to leave Camelot, but the people wanted blood. They thought their king was too soft, he need to make an example of them, the people wanted a good old fashioned burning at the stake. It was the official punishment for such treachery but Arthur found it barbaric. He refused to give an order that would cause two people he had loved to burn alive. He hadn't known about the other treachery in his court, a handful of knights and nobles conspiring against him to bring things back to how they used to be. Where the nobles could take what they wanted, to live above the laws. Sir Walter and Sir Gareth, both former Knights or the Round Table, turned the people against Arthur and started a revolt the day Arthur announced that he had pardoned Lance and Gwen of any crimes. His rule was overthrown, Gareth became king and took Excalibur from him in battle. Gareth used the sword to kill Merlin and win the battle. Arthur retreated into the forests, he had lost those who mattered most to him, lost his sacred sword, and the way his people had cried for blood sickened him. He wants nothing to do with Camelot or politics, Other: He still has Clarent, the sword from the stone, but it is old and hangs above his fireplaace. He has retreated to his childhood home, and since his mother is long dead he resides there alone, the way he likes it.
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Post by Shawn on May 23, 2012 21:29:07 GMT -5
Name: Shamus Connor O'Riley Nickname: He prefers Shamus Appearance: Age: 342 Race: Fey-Leprechaun Allegiance: If a war breaks out this leprechaun is getting his ass into hiding, but he hangs out with Arthur and isn't gonna be giving luck o' the Irish to Gareth that's for sure. Occupation: If drinking can count as job... Weapon: Weapons? Why? To figth? No no no, this leprechaun doesn't do battle, he tends to teleport away when things get hairy. He will hit you with his shillelagh and he's pretty strong for a wee folk. Strengths: He's naturally got loads of luck, he can teleport when he needs to get away and he can turn anything into gold. Weaknesses: He's only about 3feet tall, and is certainly no warrior, he's a coward and almost always drunk. Goals: To never sober up, to never lose his stash of gold and to beat Arthur out of his funk. Fears: Oh just about everything, large animals with teeth and claws, reptiles, rodents both large and small, combat and conflict, fire, drowning, heights, and several other things. Short Bio: Eh, maybe I'll do this later but it's not really that important. Other: Shamus loves flirting with woman, drinking, knocking sense into people, drinking and swearing. He has a thick Irish accent and he has a magic flask that is always full of whiskey no matter how much ya drink.
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Post by Shawn on May 23, 2012 22:07:30 GMT -5
okay for real the starter will be up Thursday
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Post by Shawn on May 24, 2012 21:45:14 GMT -5
Gareth sat on his thrown, a glass of wine in his had and an almost sinister grin upon his face. It was no where near his first glass of the day, and he was beginning to feel the alcohol kick in. The spies Sir Walter had sent into the forest that surrounded his kingdom, Camelot, had reported that they'd heard rumors of rebellion. That Lancelot and Guinevere were assembling an army of freaks from the forest to stop him. As if he was going to let that happen, he'd put out a reward for both of them, almost as much as the one for Arthur and there were several assassins from all over Europe who had come and promised to bring him heads on pikes but so far no one had brought him a damn thing. He was getting severely irritated, he'd sent for Sir Walter what felt like hours ago and he'd yet to see the man. He finished the wine in his glass before throwing the glass at the wall nearly hitting a servant.
“Where is Sir Walter Lannister? Did I not already ask once to see him and yet he is not here.” The king shouted at the wide eyed servant. “Are you going to stand there like an idiot or are you going to do something about this?” He asked wondering why all his servants were so incompetent.
“No need to through a tantrum, Gareth, I am here now.” Walter said calmly as he entered the thrown room. He glanced at the servants who were in the room and gestured to the door. “You are all dismissed for the time being, go and clean something, this castle is looking rather filthy.” He added, waiting for them to leave before he continued his conversation with Gareth.
Gareth jumped up from his throne and drew his sword. “Do not speak to me like that.” He threatened pointing his sword at Walter. “I am the king and you will show me respect.” He demanded, spit flew from his mouth as he shouted the last word.
Walter drew his sword and with one move disarmed Gareth and pointed his own blade at the Kings throat before quickly putting it back in it's sheath. “Do not forget who put you on that throne, Your Highness, I can be a very dangerous man to have as an enemy. It would be wise for you to remember that.” Walter said, calmly as he picked up the kings sword and handed it to him. “I believe you have a party tonight, the people will expect you to be there.” Walter suggested. “I plan on assembling a small hunting party to go after the traitors and to track down Arthur. I will bring his head back on a pike and have his body dragged about threw town by his own horse.” He then turned his back and left, he had a party to get too.
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Post by Shawn on May 24, 2012 22:34:27 GMT -5
Lancelot du Lac had spent the morning training various beings from forest for both hand to hand combat and swordplay. It was a bit tiring but he liked a hard days work and it was good to keep this mission hands on, it was too important not to. He heard the cry of red tailed hawk that flew past him before changing into a man and landing with his feet hitting the ground.
“Hawk.” Lancelot said with a nod as his new friend now stood beside him.
“Sir, we found a few of Gareth's spies near the camp, we managed to kill one of them but the other one escaped, it won't be long before they know of our plans and send a group to stop us. I'd suggest we move the camp soon.” Hawk said analyzing the situation. They wouldn't have too much time left to attack, once Gareth knew he'd be able to call in armies from his allies and without Arthur they had no allies from other nations.
“Any word on where King Arthur might be?” Lance asked, hoping they'd finally catch a lead.
“None, Sir. Somewhere in the Forest of Dangerous Things. Somewhere where even our best fliers fear to go, and those who do have not returned.” Hawk said, thinking of the fellow shifters they had lost.
“They we must move our party north, into the Forest. Most in our party can handle it and perhaps we can convert a few dragons to our side.” Lance said with a hopeful smile. He'd need to talk to Gwen about it when they returned to camp but for now he'd continue to gather some food. They could not hunt in these forests, it was protected by a Goddess who had helped keep there location secret as long as the swore not to harm he creatures. There were plenty of fruits and vegetables that grew in these woods so they had agreed.
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Post by marie on May 24, 2012 23:22:23 GMT -5
Rapunzel was ushered away from the breakfast table and into the dressing room with the family seamstress, to fit a dress that Lord Dimitri ordered for her to wear. She had no idea she was a princess for most of her life, infact she was completely new to the whole thing. “What is this for?” she asked the seemstress, even if you was suppose to talk down to them, she hadn’t been able to do it. She thought it was mean and didn’t think that it didn’t make a very good impression. Then she heard the woman start to say something when she heard foot steps that sounded similar to her own.
“Rapunzel, this is for a party and we must attend. We has Dragonmirs most keep her heads in good name to the king. It’s bad enough that we have Dragon in our name. Must not keep the party waiting, must be off to get ready.” Snow said, then she turned on her heels ordering another seemstress to follow her to fit her dress. She was going to be wearing black today, so it had to be perfect and go well with her hair.
Fallen wasn’t use to being pampered, she could have done all what the woman was doing, except she would be pretty bad at it. She was use to being good enough to pass as a peasant but as a princess, she would be failing miserable to pass. What if she messed up, or tripped. But when everything was done, she went with a strap that wrapped around her neck and the line just roll around her breast teasingly but not slutty. And in the middle had the family creast. It was a pale color and went wonderfully with her skin as for her hair, it laid down only being a few strands of her hair back with an elegant expensive jewel pin. She expect that she shouldn’t lose it, then she slipped on matching heels. She probably would lose them if she had to randomly start running.
Snow ended up in a black dressed that revealed the sides of her breats in the middle but not to much, she was also bring a jacket since she always seemed to get cold easily. Her hair played against it’s curls and glanced towards her door before slipping them on.
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Post by marie on May 24, 2012 23:23:28 GMT -5
Lord Dimitri was already dressed in presentable woredrob for the party as he soon lead his two daughters to the location of the party. Of course, they took their cab and driver with them. It was pretty unholy for them to walk and he new that Rapunzel wouldn’t mind. Given where she grew up, he really hoped that he didn’t find her so he could change it. But of coruse, her sister found her. Sometimes he would take created for it, mentally so it could make him feel better. He would be there shortly to take the spotlight in his mind.
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Post by marie on May 24, 2012 23:23:58 GMT -5
Lilia was awake before it was really expect her to be awake and yes, she was in her elf form. She was walking around in her underground town. She really took it personal when it came to leaving the sun and going into the ground. They needed, sun too and it was really hard for newbies to get down her for the first time and pretty risky if you go through the wrong hole. It would probably be funny for her, but she often checked the entire underground town searching to see if Arthur was found here. It was rather troublesome. She already overheard being in the town that the new king was having some sort of party. She figured anyone in the town that wasn’t there had better been sick or something.
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Post by Chris on May 25, 2012 1:13:58 GMT -5
Guinevere tilted her head back, looking up at the sky just as a red tailed hawk flew overhead. Hawk, she guessed. That seemed to be one of his favorite shapes to take. Maybe he'd found out something about Arthur, Guinevere hoped. She was anxious to find him. She had a feeling that King Gareth was closing in on them. Or rather, his spies, anyway. And their time to find Arthur, and somehow convince him take back the throne, was running out. A pang of guilt hit Gwen at the thought. She hated having to ask something like that of Arthur, after everything she'd put him through. But Camelot needed him. And she wanted to fix the damage she'd done.
"Think he's found anything out about King Arthur?" Ambrosia asked. The two of them had spent most of the morning gathering food for the camp, and Guinevere had been happy to have the company, since Lance had spent the morning training others to fight. Occasionally, Guinevere sat in on a few of his lessons, but she hadn't felt like it that morning. Besides, the food supply had been getting low anyway.
"That's what I was just wondering. I hope so, anyway," Gwen answered. "Would you mind to take these back to camp?" Guinevere asked, handing the two baskets of various fruits and vegetables that she'd gathered to Ambrosia.
"Of course not. Let me know what you find out," Ambrosia said. She took the two baskets Guinevere handed her, balancing them with her own, and then headed in the direction of the camp.
Guinevere, meanwhile, turned and headed in the other direction, towards where Hawk had disappeared to, and where she knew Lance had his training at. A few moments later, she spotted both Hawk and Lance. "Lance, Hawk," she said as she walked up. Giving a quick smile to Lance, and a nod of her head towards Hawk. "Any news on Arthur's whereabouts?" she asked the two.
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Post by Chris on May 25, 2012 6:35:19 GMT -5
Cleopatra St. Raven pulled her cloak tighter around her, the hood casting a shadow over her face and making it hard for anyone to figure out who she was, as she made her way through the town. Cleo occasionally snuck into town to try to keep an eye on Gareth -she refused to call him King- and try to find out what he was up. She had to be careful, of course. She didn't want to get caught, but she was willing to risk it if it meant possibly finding out something good. And to make sure that he hadn't found King Arthur yet.
There weren't many people Cleo could talk to still in the limits of Camelot, since most of the magical ones had been ran off. Except, however, for one very stubborn wizard. He still lived in Camelot, but his house was location at the very end of Camelot, near the woods were Cleo had been forced to retreat to. Making her way through the city, she heard a few rumors being murmured among people. But had no idea if they were true or not.
When she finally reached Magnus' place, her last stop before returning to the underground city an Elf named Lilia had told her about and been kind enough to let her live there since King Arthur had left, she walked up and knocked on the door. As expected, her first knock went answered. The second one was louder, and the third one was followed by Cleo's usual threat of shifting into her Griffin form and burning it down. Finally Magnus opened the door, looking annoyed. As usual.
"What do you want?" Magnus asked, tone bored and irritated.
Cleo knew that while Magnus really wasn't concerned with a lot of things, he wasn't as wanting to be left alone as he pretended to be. After all, he'd set protection spells around his house to keep normal humans and Gareth's Knights out, but had allowed certain magical beings access. He wouldn't have done that if he truly wanted to be left alone. "Hello to you too, Magnus," Cleo said, ignoring the attitude Magnus gave her. "Any news on what Gareth is up to? Or where King Arthur might be?" she asked.
Magnus sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the door frame. "And I would bother to listen before. . .?" he asked.
Cleo raised an eyebrow at him. "Are we going to play this game everytime? I'm kind of in a hurry," she said.
Magnus gave an annoyed sigh, stared at her for ten seconds, then gave in. "Nothing on King Arthur. As for Gareth," Magnus snarled his nose up on the name, as if the man's name gave him a bad taste in his mouth just saying it. "He's throwing some kind of party tonight. And. . . I heard he sent some spies to the camp," Magnus said. He avoided saying Lancelot and Guinevere's names, since he tried to avoid being in associated with anyone. But in truth, Magnus was rooting for those two to find King Arthur first.
Cleo nodded her head. "Thanks," she said. Without waiting on a good-bye, Magnus disappeared back into his house and shut the door. Shaking her head, Cleo turned and headed off. Even though she wasn't a fan of Lancelot and Guinevere because of what they had done to King Arthur, she had decided to help them after receiving the letter they'd sent out, via ravens, asking for help finding King Arthur. But only because Cleo wanted to find the King and put him back on his rightful throne. She'd have to try to warn them about the spies, if they hadn't found them out already. She suspected the spies had probably been found by now, but it wouldn't hurt to warn them and make sure.
Disappearing into the forest, Cleo found one of the entrances to the Underground city, the one that Lilia had told her was a safe one to use. Once inside the safety of the ground, Cleo pushed her hood off and made her way quickly through the city. It wasn't long before she spotted Lilia. "Hello, Lilia. Did I miss anything?" she asked as she apporached the Elf.
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Post by Shawn on May 27, 2012 1:24:34 GMT -5
Lord Henry Lannister paced back and forth throughout the throne room, he had been in charge of making sure everything was perfect for the event tonight. He was supposed to make sure everything was perfect, no really the type of work one usually gave tonight but his father insisted on giving him jobs like these to make sure he didn't go about embarrassing the Lannister name. He wasn't actually sure how doing what was honorable, like trying to stop Sir Simon from killing that pheasant for sneezing near him embarrassed the family name but his father said it had and now he was stuck doing what he liked to call idiot work. But Henry trusted his judgment and some of what he said made sense, knights shouldn't fight amongst themselves, it was rude for him to act as if he could give a knight over ten years his elder an order.
So Henry made sure everything was absolutely perfect. He checked the food, the decorations, made sure the guards were in place and everything in sight was clean. The party had yet to even start and he was tired but if he messed up his idiot work he'd never hear the end of it. So he'd spent his day making sure every single thing would be perfect, even though it wasn't the kind of tasks he'd dreamed of doing when he became a knight but he would serve the king in anyway he was told. When his work was finally done he was more than ready for the party and a few glasses of wine wouldn't hurt either. As the guest finally started to arrive he started to wonder if that poor dead pheasant was right, wasn't it a bit sick to have such a huge feast while most of the people starved? For the wealth and noble to live like gluttons while most of the kingdom withered and children cried from hunger. He then started to worry that the king had already had too much wine and would miss his own party. How could they celebrate the rule of a new king without the king there? He watched as guest started to arrive and he hoped he would be able to do something right for once, he didn't think his father could find anything worse for him to do if he failed at this. Then of course the thought of mucking out stables occurred to him.
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