~Emrys~

Two full moons had passed since Emrys had cleansed the water of the poison and someone had lifted the vengeful curse upon Albion. In those two months, Emrys, Arthur, Gaius, Gwen, Asa, and the citizens of Camelot had worked hard – painting and repairing the buildings, mending the roads to be fresh and carriage worthy, and planting not only vegetable gardens, but also fruit trees and flowerbeds. In that time, Emrys had started to teach Asa and Ailbhe how to hone their magic as well as educate the people of Camelot about magic. With all the work, he had advised Arthur, not only about magic but also about all things pertaining to the court.

And truth be told, he had hated being within the castle walls. Emrys had convinced Arthur to hold council outside as much as possible. They often had their private meetings wandering through the city or woods. However, there still wasn’t enough freedom and space for Emrys. Inside the castle, he was close to people, constantly brushing up to them and having to have idle discussions with them, and it left him unnerved and constantly on edge. He still didn’t know how to act or react around people, thus he retreated away from the city as much as possible. The warlock had spent his free hours and nights wandering through the forests as he sought solace of the woodlands.

In the last two weeks, Emrys had spent little time in the city. The warlock had become reclusive and shunned nearly all interaction with anyone – even Arthur. He had been seen for perhaps ten hours total within Camelot. Those few hours (the longest being when he had been forced to a two-hour dinner), Emrys was there, he had scarcely said a word - when he had spoken, his sentences had been short and he never instigated a conversation -, he had fidgeted, and he had looked in distress.

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~Ceri~

The sun had been up for hours and so had Ceri. She sat atop a small stool under her favorite oak tree, working steadily. Her eyes, as deep brown and warn as her late mother’s, were glued to the twirling fibers as they spun from loose roving to a fine strand of single ply wool yarn. The wool moved from her thin and long fingers as she pulled the fibers longer and longer and stroked the wool smooth so that there weren’t any crimps or knots. At the same time, her booted feet moved up and down, making the wheel spin clockwise. Every now and then, she had to touch the wheel to start it up again.

Even though it was an unusually warm autumn day, Ceri’s thin body was wrapped in many layers. She had a thin under dress and over that was a maroon overdress. She also had on a coat and a shawl wrapped over her shoulders, where were shrouded in dark, chocolate curls (another feature she received from her mother. Sweat formed on her pale brow, but she did not wipe It away. Ceri was too involved in her work and couldn’t bear to let the fibers go.

A tickle formed in the back of her throat. It made her have to stop and cover her mouth. Coughing, Ceri felt as if she could pass out or fall from her seat. The young woman never had had much luck with breathing. She had been born so early and so small that her lungs had never developed. From her second day on this earth, she had been given steam and herbal treatments that Ceri was on to this day, twenty years later. It was lucky she was even alive. It was a miracle in fact.

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Camelot seems to be enjoying a time of peace and for three months the land seems free of magic. But behind the peace there lurks a darkness, just waiting to strike. Sorcerers and sorceresses are planing to avenge the death of their fallen comrade: Nimueh. When Uther mysteriously vanishes, it is up to Arthur, his knights, and Merlin to find him before it is too late.

I'll be playing Arthur. I haven't played him before and I want to give him a try. AngelofAshes will be Merlin, KingUthersQueen will be Uther, AngelGirl1992 will be Gwen, and ladyluck will be Morgana. Other characters needed are:
Gaius
Sir Leon
OCs

Okay, guys, this RPG will take place between seasons 1 & 2. It will be acted out as if this had really happened in the show. So in other words, don't do anything that will change the course of season 2. And also no playing characters that are not on the list.

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It had been another long and rather boring day. As much as Arthur was glad that Camelot was going through a time of peace, he found it rather dull. He wanted some excitement. He need a challenge, he needed some fun! At times like this, there was only one thing to do. "Merlin!"

Arthur waited impatiently for his manservant to appear. "Merlin!" Still no sign of him. Arthur sighed. It seemed he was going to have to go look for his idle servant, not for the first time. He guessed that Merlin was either running errands for Gaius or chatting with Guinevere.

Arthur felt a stab of jealously. That surprised him. He knew Guinvere was a kind, sweet young woman, and he certainly considered her a friend, but that was all...wasn't it? Only a few short months ago, she was just another servant. Then came the fateful day in Ealdor, and she had sudden gone from beneath his notice to being a comrade.

What was the matter with him? Arthur quickly tried to think of something else to get her out of his thoughts. He had to find Merlin, and when he did...well, he was going to have to learn where his priorities lay.

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Set right after season 3’s final, The Coming of Arthur pt 2.

Morgana convinces a weak Uther to execute Gaius for using magic. Uther is still in control, even though Arthur is making many of the decisions. Angry and in despair, Merlin reveals his magic in the worst possible time – during the execution. Out of fear and desperation, he flees with the knights hot on his tail. Some of them are reluctant to follow because they have been ordered to slay him and bring him back alive, but others are hungry to uphold the laws of Camelot.

On the run, Merlin falls over a cliff in front of the knights. He is presumed dead. Morgause finds him and traps him in a thorn-covered tower. The only person to save Merlin is Arthur. Will he? Can he?

At the same time, Arthur must prove his worth as future King of Albion. He must locate the sword in the stone. It won’t be easy or safe. Along the way, he will face trials and tribulations. Without Merlin at his side, can he succeed?

If no one could guess, I will be Merlin, Sir Lancelot, and Uther because he won't be needed for long. ArthurGwen is Gwen and Sir Leon. Lady_Valarie is Arthur. silver_doe287 is Morgana. Rose_Walker22 is Sir Gwaine and Morgause.

Open characters:
Sir Percival
Sir Elyan
Gilli
Alice
Others!

I was inspired by this song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP0ngiMBnas . Also, I read a post on FB about a speculation about season 4 that also inspired me.

As usual, please make IC posts at least 3 paragraphs in length. And have fun. All ideas welcome! Made-ups welcome.

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The Princess Lucy carefully moved to the window. Gaius had said it would be another week until her back and backside were healed from her flogging. From her window, she could see Uther's grave. She hated Uther, and yet she loved him too. He had taken her in when she was alone. He had clothed her, fed her and put a roof over her head. He had been kind to her before he discovered her magic.
Lucy did not regret her confession. It saved her friends from being killed. The worst he could do to a foreign Princess was torture her. The King had ordered her flogged in public. Her back hurt and her cheeks burned at the memory of it.
When Uther had died, Gaius told her about it and she was angry at Uther. How dare he leave her too? How dare he betray her father's trust Uther would raise her with love? How dare he die before she could yell at him? Thankfully Gaius put around the castle she was too ill to attend the funeral. She would not have been able to hold her tongue.
She stepped back from her window. She needed to dress for the coronation. The girl no one expected to live to marrying had outlived them all, had ran a successful rebellion, negotiated a deal with Arthur that made her country of Logres and Camelot prosper. They would keep Camelot for the name, but some cities would be renamed after her family.

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We were playing what happens next and my friend said that sometimes they do that at school and his first answer is "the tardis materialises..." I posted this in the Unlikely things to hear - scenes we'd like to see in Camelot and when I was doing this I came up with the idea for this:

What would happen if Merlin and Doctor Who got together in for an episode and the tardis turns up in Camelot? Merlin and the Doctor have to work together to save the day. I don't know if Doctor Who is shown in any countries other than the UK, so you might not know what it is.

Characters:
Merlin
Arthur
Gwen
Morgana (she could be good or evil, I havn't decided yet)
Uther
Gaius
The Doctor
Amy
Roary (I think I spelt it right)

Feel free to add more characters- I haven't really decided on what the threat to Camelot is going to be yet so of course the evil characters still need to be added in. The story line I have so far is:

It's during the middle of a feast in Camelot when suddenly the tardis appears in the middle of the room, the Doctor, Amy and Roary step out but of course Uther has them arrested for sorcerry.

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[Beginning with a lovely introduction written by Lady_Valerie!]

It was late afternoon when Leanan crossed the drawbridge into the forecourt of Camelot castle. She was somewhat impressed by the beautiful white walls and blue crenellations that rose before and above her.

*Quite impressive for mortal construction* she mused. From inside the castle, she could hear the sounds of laughter and loud conversation. She knew from her research that this was a feast for Arthur Pendragon; a celebration of his 22nd birthday; a year since he had become the Crown Prince of Camelot.

As she passed through the heavy oak door into the castle, Leanan's day dress transformed into a luxurious gown of sage green gossamer silk that clung to her curves and flowed gracefully as she walked. A tiara of gold, flocked with emeralds rested in a nest of burgundy curls on top of her head and tendrils the colour of forge-fire hung alongside her cheeks. Her hands were adorned with rings of gold, carved in fanciful designs.

She did not enter the main dining hall, but instead walked along the outside corridor until she was even with the head table. She saw the odious Uther smiling, conducting the party to the delight of all of his friends. To his right - ah, yes - the beautiful Prince Arthur, slumped in his chair, swirling a cup of blood red wine. *He looks bored* she thought as she positioned herself in an archway.

Using her special abilities, she called to the Prince. She knew that he would smell a subtle fragrance of lily-of-the-valley and hear tinkling laughter carried to him on the wind. As expected, the cornflower blue eyes turned in her direction. She tilted her head, smiled demurely, and with a quick flick of her long eyelashes, she turned around the corner and started up a set of stairs, disappearing from the Prince's sight.

She felt it when her quarry stammered some excuse to his father and left the feast to follow her.

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There were beeping sounds all around him. Hushed words of nurses, doctors, staff, and patients filtered in through his door, as did a louder voice of a young man complaining about the food, the service, or something. The smells of too salty hospital food, cleanser, and medicine reached his nostrils. And the florescent lighting glared in his blue eyes as he looked around.

His uncle, Gael, was bent over him. “I need you to blow out, Martin. This is going to burn a bit, but in a moment it’ll be out. Then you can have a sip of water,” Gael said. As Martin nodded and made a face at the name, the doctor counted to three and the tube was out.

After coughing, Martin rasped out, “It’s Marty.” He glared at Gael as he took the glass of water from him. Slowly he sipped the water.

“Of course it is,” Gael replied. “How are you feeling?” He checked his pupils, pulse, BP, and oxygen. “All of your vitals are stable. It looks like you’re on the mend.”

“What happened?”

“You were in a motorbike accident. You had a severe concussion. Your brain swelled and you had to be put into a medically induced coma. That was four days ago. You’ve got several lacerations, but nothing is broken,” Gael said. “Were you high again when you crashed? This is the fifth time you’ve been in an accident in the past three years. You’re lucky to be alive.”

“No! No, I wasn’t. I’ve been clean for a year, I think. I can’t remember much,” Marty replied. The word ‘high’, ‘clean’, and ‘crashed’ sounded funny to his ears, but he didn’t know why.
“My hand is tingling and lots of stuff is fuzzy.”

“That’s from the damage. It’ll come back. But, you’ll be staying in the hospital for a bit to be watched over and for rehabilitation. If there’s any damage, it shouldn’t be permanent.”

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~~EMRYS~

Things looked much the same as they had 10 years prior. The dirt streets bustled with people going about their business – some were shopping and many were selling things, tanning hides, finishing the last batch of baking, herding cattle or sheep, or doing the jobs of a blacksmith. The white castle gleamed in the failing autumn sun. In the distance he heard the clang of swords, the faint ping and thud of target practice, and overhead the sounds of birds chattering to one another.

But, in the last 10 years, things have drastically changed, at least to his eyes. Things were dirtier, dustier, making the city look a little less inviting. The man, Emrys as he was called now, noticed the weak cries of hunger as well as the coughs and moans of the ill. The people were also not as friendly. They glared at each other and they glared at him, but that didn’t surprise the man.

He was, after all, dressed in a cornflower blue velvet cloak that was trimmed and embossed with trinity knots and clasped about his neck with a silver thistle brooch under which he wore a pair of rust colored wool pants with a tunic that was a soft butter yellow over which he wore a vest of supple rust leather which matched his bag and boots.

Spying a guard, Emrys slowed his limping walk. “Good evening, sir,” he said. His voice was rough and deep, but quiet. He looked at the armed man with an intense look in his bright blue eyes that shined with the wisdom beyond his years.

“Who be you,” asked the guard. He held a gloved hand out and pressed lightly against Emrys’s chest. “What brings you to Camelot?”

“I am Emrys,” the man replied. “And I…I come to see Gaius, the court physician.”

“You have a druid name.”

“Yes, I suppose I do. May I pass?”

“Yes, yes, but I’m watching you. No funny business. If I see any magic, I will tell the King,” the guard said, stepping aside to let Emrys pass.

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