Full Circle

Long, gravel covered streets that wind around Camelot's city are lit by high torches. By day the vibrant and well lived streets are full of energy and playing children. By Knight they are patrolled by Knights and con-men.

Full Circle

Lucan Beirne
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20 May 2012, 18:45 #1

Lucan swore to himself, lifting up his boot to examine the whatever-it-was mess he'd managed to tread in. Pulling a vaguely comical face, he attempted to scrape it off on the graveled path, doing a rather excellent job of looking like someone who had some unfortunate hopping problem in the process. Still, animal mess aside, he had missed Camelot. Various things had kept him away for far too long, and many of his links and connections had fallen into disuse during his time locked at the outskirts of the Kingdom. Of course, Lucan was a country boy at heart, and he'd be lying if he said a part of him hadn't delighted in rolling hills and unbroken skies, but there was a lot to be said for the noise and chaos of the city.

So here he was, having finally managed to get his affairs in such an order that he could afford to leave them in others capable hands and retreat back to his home and duties in the city.

If only he could get this damn stuff off his boot, he might start with the tavern.

Lucan swore again, this time a lot louder, lifting his foot again to examine the sole. Last thing he needed was to be tredding a foul smell around Camelot... Looking around, he spotted a patch of grass that had managed to sprout on the edge of the path, and hurried over to the green blades before a convenient horse or something decided to rip it up. In fact, he was still scrubbing his foot against the ground when someone approached him....
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Kadeligh Sewell
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21 May 2012, 00:48 #2

There was so much that needed to be done and Kadeligh was beginning to doubt she could get it all done before the sun set. Brice; her beloved horse needed to be fed and be taken out for a ride, her brother would need a good solid lunch before he went out on his petrol, one of her dresses needed fixing and she had to meet with one if the lords of Beaumont and help them around Camelot and discuss future trades with her family estate and Camelot. Usually her father dealt with this but Lord Farley had been on his way to Camelot for other business reasons so her father had left the task for her, as for the rest of the tasks; yes she has maids and staff she could use but she couldn't rely on them for every little thing, especially now that her father was arranging for her to be married; and to an awful man at that. But he was a duke and the union between the families was a 'wise and beneficial choice for both parties'; or so her father had claimed. Kadeligh truly did not want to go through with it and was trying her best to avoid returning to Beaumont to see her future husband and begin the arrangements.

Now usually she didn't like to defy her father, not when he had out their family at such a high risk by not revealing her secret. But the 'honourable' Duke of Beaumont was a detestable man, he was rude, cruel, manipulative and more often then not he had blackmailed people into doing what he wanted, using his power and money to get what he wanted. He was a fair fee years older then her, in fact she remembered him reaching his twentieth birthday when she had been five years old, as the older she had grown the more he had tried to pursue her. Obviously it was not uncommon for such age gaps to be within a courting and she wasn't getting any younger. But she was a romantic at heart and had hopes to marry out of love, not because of some agreement between two men treating her like she was some sort of prize to be won.

After finishing her ride and cleaning of Brice she decided to head towards the market place, she had some time before he had to prepare food for Bedevere and her meeting with Sir Stilskin wasn't until the early evening, and although she had now been the victim of attempted mugging twice now, she was still determined to find herself something nice. Although her guard and escort was usually stuck to her like a shadow (more so now then before) she had manged to convince him to take the day off and enjoy himself. He had been reluctant at first but Kadeligh had soon soothed his worries; and unknown to her guard or her friends she no longer walked the streets unprotected. An attempt on her life and someone trying to make off with her coin purse had been enough for Kadeligh to decide enough was enough, she couldn't rely on her powers; not with the law how it was so now she carried around a small knife, concealed in a pouch that she now carried with her at all times. Of course the knife held other purposes like letter opening and opening sacks and getting pesky stones out from her shoes, but just knowing it was there gave her confidence and security to go about her day.

She had almost neared the marketplace when Kadeligh stumbled upon a ghost; metaphorical of course but it had been so long since she had seen Sir Lucan that it was almost as if he had disappeared off of the world. Her brother had explained that Lucan had been 'forced' to take care of the estate after his mother's passing which was understandable given the circumstances but she had missed him greatly and the majority of her letters had gone unanswered; the likely explanation being that her friend had been far too busy and saddened by his mother's calling to be with their Lord to be able to sit down and compose a reply. But now here he was, back in Camelot and with no idea how long he would be here Kadeligh wasn't about to waste any of it. Walking up to him she noticed he seemed to be having trouble with his shoe and took out her small knife and offered it to him. "Isn't it the man's role to come to aid and rescue of a..what do you call it? A damsel in distress?" She teased light heatedly, overjoyed to be seeing such a dear friend again.

Lady Kadeligh Mary Sewell | Twenty-Four Years Old | Sorcerer
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Lucan Beirne
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21 May 2012, 10:51 #3

Lucan turned sharply when someone spoke, his fair hair flopping into his eyes so that he had to shake it back before he recognised the woman who had addressed him.

"Lady Sewell!" He grinned crookedly across at her, happy to see a familiar face after so long. She was quite high on the list of people he had meant to search out, and he was quite glad he wouldn't have to go rooting through the houses of Camelot's upper class to find her. It would actually be a hell of a lot easier if he could just hang around on the street and have them all approach him. Lucan glanced down at the small blade she offered, before accepting it with a sheepish smile.

"I like to keep you lot on your toes," he grinned, leaning back against the wall as he lifted his foot and used the knife to scrape of the majority of the stuff stuck to the bottom. Was it a bad thing that he, a knight, hadn't thought to bring a blade out with him. If he'd been in uniform he'd have grabbed his sword without thinking, but it was a bit big for this kind of job. He didn't much fancy taking his foot right off.

Satisfied, Lucan straightened up and hastily wiped the knife on the hem of his tunic, intent on cleaning it up before he passed it back. "How have you been?"
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Kadeligh Sewell
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21 May 2012, 20:23 #4

A tender smile played itself on her lips when Lucan turned to her; those gorgeous locks of hair falling before his eyes in such a familiar fashion. He was clearly in need of a haircut but knowing him he would probably wait until he couldn't see any more before he even considered it. He really needed a woman in his life to keep him neat and tidy; or to at least give him friendly reminders so he could do it himself. She was certain she would be doing that herself when she was married off to the Duke, she would have to feed him, and clean for him and spend every waking hour making him look good. They would certainly have servants and maids but that didn't mean she would have a free ride and although Kadeligh had once longed to find love and marry she now felt jealous towards people like Lucan who had the luxury of being single. "Sir Lucan, it is good to see you again." She was so overjoyed and excited to see him that she wanted to hug him; however she was a lady of standing and whilst usually she didn't let that stop her, she didn't want to put Lucan in an uncomfortable situation so she contained herself, merely returning the smile.

Thankfully he took her small blade without raising any questions why someone of her gender and standing and as good natured as her would be carrying one. She didn't wish to worry him in anyway because of what had happened and she wasn't sure how well she could lie when asked about it. Lying about her magic had become so second nature that she could do it subconsciously... the knife and her attacks however were a different story. Her father had been furious when he had found out what had happened and it had take all of her negotiating skills to convince him to let her continue to come to Camelot. Of course it had meant that she was pretty much under twenty-four hour supervision; but she'd rather have that then not being able to come to her favourite city and see the people she cared about. "You always were one to swim against the current." It was why she liked Lucan, he was different. He was so decent and kind and he didn't seem at all bothered by interacting with people who were't his equal in status, and the from the moments the two had spent with one another, Kadeligh had seen that he could be a real romantic. She had never truly found out what had happened between him and the 'mysterious' woman he had been captivated by but to her knowledge it had not ended well and she had always felt it best to stay silent on the matter.

His shoe cleaned Lucan proceed to wipe off the muck that was on the knife and to question her on her how she was. Generally since the ghost attacks and their last meeting she had been generally well; apart from breaking her arm, having someone try and mug her and kill her and someone else trying to make off with her coin purse. Thankfully the two latter occurrences had been solved with someone coming to her rescue; one being Lancelot and man she now owed her life to and Tristain who had so kindly thwarted the thief's attempts and returned her coin purse to her. Despite the foul men who were in Camelot there was thankfully good men who God had clearly placed within the strong walls of the city to look out for and protect those that needed it. Of course those few incidences did not mean her year had been a bad one, generally it had been good and she had rather enjoyed herself and in many ways those experiences had helped her to grow and to mature. "I have been well thank you." She replied softly "I have become more of a permanent resident here, I often come to see my brother these days and help look after him, you know how useless he can be." Kadeligh laughed quietly and went to stand next to Lucan, leaning ever so slightly on the wall. "I guess after the ghost haunting i've felt strangely... attached to this place. You would think I would want to be miles away from here and those memories but...I love it here and if it weren't for father and the estate I would move here." It was nice to be able to be open with someone, she had always felt she could talk to Lucan about anything...well...almost anything. "And you my dear friend, how have you faired?"

Lady Kadeligh Mary Sewell | Twenty-Four Years Old | Sorcerer
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