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Post by Chris on Jul 1, 2012 1:39:04 GMT -5
Cleopatra was use to following orders, she'd been a Knight, after all, that had been a majority of her life. She wasn't following orders from Lancelot and Guinevere, she was volunteering to help them in their quest to find Arthur. But she still had a hard time actually following them. She had never liked nor disliked either of them, before they betrayed Arthur. But since they had done that, Cleo hated them. As far as she was concerned, they were selfish, and didn't care that who they hurt to get what they wanted. The fact that they had all but literally pushed King Arthur off the throne made Cleo hate them even more. But. . . Cleo wasn't stupid. She wouldn't stand a chance if Gareth kept up at the rate he was going, and she knew that the only way to find King Arthur, and to survive Gareth's reign, she needed to team up with whoever was left and willing to fight. Finding King Arthur and returning him to the throne was the best thing for everyone that had once called Camelot home. So, Cleo found herself trudging into The Forest Of Dangerous Things behind Lancelot and Guinevere.
She stayed fairly close to them, a few feet behind. She may not respect them, but Cleo had promised them her loyalty until they found King Arthur. And Cleo never broke her word, no matter what she had to do to keep it. By promising them her loyalty, she also promised to have their backs. so she was careful to look out for anything that might be a danger to them or the others there. Even though there wasn't anything she could see at the moment, Cleo still pulled her sword out of the sheath, just in case.
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Post by Chris on Jul 1, 2012 2:39:04 GMT -5
Ambrosia had always loved nature, it was her home and she did everything she could to care for the forest she lived in. But. . . the Forest Of Dangerous Things was something different. It was dark, and Ambrosia felt a shiver creep up her spine as she followed the others into the Forest. She'd never came here, she'd always stayed just within the range of the other Forest, and had never intended on coming to this Forest. . . but she didn't have a choice. She wanted to do what she could to help get Gareth off the throne, and the only way to do that was to help find King Arthur. She watched as Lancelot and Guinevere ventured into the Forest Of Dangerous Things, disappearing from view. That was a bit creepy, actually. Ambrosia glanced at the others, wondering if any of them would take Lance up on his offer and leave now, while they could. Ambrosia wouldn't, of course, because she wanted to help. She glanced up towards the tree where Hawk and the Merlin were perched. Something about the Merlin felt a little off, it wasn't quite like the Merlins that Ambrosia had seen before, but she couldn't figure out what was different about this one.
Ambrosia crossed her arms over her chest, and walked forward, a few feet behind Cleo, and she purposely stayed away from Magnus. She didn't dislike the wizard, he just. . . made her uncomfortable. She glanced over her shoulder, to try to see who else had followed as well. She hoped that not too many people backed out, the smaller the group, the harder it would be on them. The higher the numbers, the better chance they had of finding King Arthur, and getting out of the Forest Of Dangerous Things alive.
Looking forward again, Ambrosia began scanning the area, not sure what to expect here. She'd only heard rumors of what the Forest held, and the rumors had been a bit vague. At least Hawk would be flying overhead, she thought, that might give them an advantage if he saw something from up there and gave them a warning before it was on them.
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Post by Chris on Jul 1, 2012 3:55:38 GMT -5
"Turn back? Me? Never!" Wes said, grinning after he heard Lance's offer. "We haven't even gotten to the fun stuff yet!" he added, looking at Freddy.
"I'm not sure I'd call it fun," Freddy replied, looking wearily at the edge of the Forest Of Dangerous Things. He hadn't even stepped foot inside it yet, and he already got a bad vibe from it. As if the name alone didn't do that. But, Freddy knew that Lancelot and Guinevere needed all the help that they could get, and Freddy was always willing to help anyone that needed it. And they had a good cause, and one that Freddy believed in. Sure, he knew that they were responsible for King Arthur no longer being King. . . but Freddy also didn't know their side of the story, and Freddy wasn't the type to place blame on people. They were trying to fix things, and that was all that mattered to him.
"Well, it's better than just standing around, waiting on Gareth, isn't it?" Wes asked, then shrugged and headed off into the Forest. Wes quickly looked around, for anything that caught his eye as being an immediate threat. At the moment, he saw nothing, but that didn't mean he would let his guard down. Far from it, actually. It only made Wes much more on alert. It wasn't the first time that Wes had been in the Forest Of Dangerous Things. . . but he'd never been to this part before. Once,, when he'd been a little boy, he'd wandered into it. Only for a couple of moments, but enough to give him an idea of to expect on their journey.
Freddy followed Wes into the Forest, only hesitating a few seconds before officially crossing the edge of the Forest. As soon as he stepped inside the Forest, it felt as if he had entered a completely different world, one that he wasn't familiar with in the slightest, but knew was full of . . . well, dangerous things. Freddy sighed, he hoped that they didn't run into anything that was fast that they had to outrun, or water . . . water would be bad. The Giant could lift things that a dozen humans couldn't even budge. . . but he couldn't swim. And needless to say, he sank like a stone if he got in water.
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Post by Chris on Jul 1, 2012 6:34:12 GMT -5
Stephan gave a shrug of his shoulders when Snow asked if it wasn't that he didn't like small talk, but that he just didn't do it. "Same thing, almost, isn't it?" he replied, keeping his tone neutral. Snow went on to say that her long lost sister use to play in the forest for fun, and that caused Stephan to raise an eyebrow curiously at her. She was acting dismissive of it, but Stephan thought that she was trying a little too hard to be like that. That made him curious, but before he could comment on it, he heard someone talking.
The someone, he quickly realized, was Walter. Stephan stayed quiet, listening to what he had to say, and then had to struggle to keep the frown from reaching his face. Normally, Stephan would try to warn Lancelot and Guinevere about it. . . but he wouldn't have a chance, he realized with a sickening feeling. Not this time. He normally met up with Cleo and told her what he knew, but he didn't know where the camp was, and he didn't have time to try to track them down and tell them before it was too late. But. . . Stephan decided that he could join the group that Henry would be leading. Maybe he could try to figure out some way of warning Lancelot and Guinevere's group. It was the only thing he could do. He glanced over at Henry, wondering if he'd really volunteered, or if Walter had done the volunteering for him.
Stephan's eyes flickered towards Gideon, he suspected that Gideon would just love to hear this. He was probably jumping at the chance to join the search party for them.
Gideon, meanwhile, was indeed extremely interested in Walter's announcement. He listened carefully until Walter had finished, and was already making plans to be ready at the first light the next morning. No way was he missing joining the hunting party. Gideon wanted to do his part to help catch the traitors and Guinevere and Lancelot, and hopefully, eventually, help to bring magic to its compete and utter demise.
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