Kilgarrah's Sweet Revenge!

The courtyard is always bustling with life and is just inside the wall that separates the castle and its grounds from the towns closest to it. It is overlooked by the grand balcony that resides over the throne room. Here too is where executions and other punishments are held.
Merlin Myrddin
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Jul 17 2012, 10:39 PM #61

It all happened so fast that it was hard to comprehend what on earth was actually going on. When the winds finished, Merlin could only figure the culprit was among the dead or someone else had managed to stop him, why else give up? Surely it could have been pushed back if the druid had really wanted? Arthur was now fighting against two druids and Alvarr had soared straight past him toward Uther. Deciding of the two, Arthur probably stood a better chance, Merlin turned and was about to cast a spell on the renegade druid when someone bumped into him. The young man stumbled backward, dazed.

A long haired and pretty girl was now before him and she looked as wild as the rest of the remaining courtyard. He opened his mouth to try and get away; Arthur was going to get hurt if he didn't hurry. Knowing he couldn't use magic in front of her, he'd have to get her away as quickly as he could. "I..." She'd knocked someone out? He allowed himself a moment to be thoroughly impressed before shaking his head quickly. "Brilliant, thank you, thank you... You have to..." She was talking again before he could finish. He looked toward the doors he had sent Gwen through, wondering how many injured she had managed to get in.

"There are people in the throne room, the council are supposed to meet you need to get there for that, it's safer inside, take as many people as you can and help with the injured, there isn't much else to do but help them." He was out of breath with his own excitement, the fear and magic blazing through his blood like wild fire set him on edge, it was hard to know what to do first, how to do so without revealing himself to either party. He was a traitor to Arthur and to his own kind.

Before he could make sure she was safely away, Merlin heard Arthur shout for his father and as his instinct told him to look toward Arthur and not his father, he witnessed the Prince's fall, somebody had hit him from behind and Arthur fell, covered in his own blood, and hit the floor.
"ARTHUR!" He flew past the raven haired girl, his eyes glowed gold and his screams must have been spells because the druid leaning over Arthur, sword in hand ready to plunge through the prince's back was suddenly thrust upward and thrown through the air. He hit the wall with such a sickly cracking noise that it would have been impossible to survive it.

When he reached Arthur, the prince was definitely unconscious but still breathing. "Gaius?!" He called, not even looking up to find his guardian, he'd failed... After everything, he'd failed...
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Jul 17 2012, 10:59 PM #62

Uther heard his son but did not turn to look at him. He did not need to. Everything was happening so quickly and yet it slowed for him. He heard with clarity the sound of Arthur collapsing to the floor. He heard the yells and chaos around him, but they faded as the sound of a singing blade overcame it all.

He leaped backwards, avoiding the first swing, then brought his sword up to block the next. His opponent was fighting fiercely, with intention to kill, but so was Uther. He growled viciously and his anger erupted suddenly. He charged forward, drawing his blade across and recklessly surging toward Alvarr. He stabbed at the man without regard for blocking or parrying or the other intricacies of a sword fight.

No, this was a brawl, and Uther was giving in to the madness of it.

"You will not live to see me die," he growled, the sound rasping out of his throat, low and rumbling. He spoke as he attacked, his focus more set on the actions rather than anything else around him.

He was so worried for his son, but he used that fear to help him fight. He was furious at the use of magic, at the audacity of someone hurting his boy, and he used that as well. Everything around him should have made him buckle, but instead it fortified him. He knew what he had to do and he was more than willing to do it.

This druid would die on behalf of all the rest: he would die as a symbol of what happened to those that stood so boldly against the King. No one rose up against Camelot, no one triumphed over them: Uther won his throne through blood, and so he would defend it.

To his last breath he would fight.
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Lily Culnor
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Jul 17 2012, 11:02 PM #63

Lily listened intently whilst simutaneously scrutinizing the young man, he was evidently smarter than she had given him credit for and there was kindness in his eyes. She nodded in acknowledgment of his words and was about to thank him and head for the castle when his cry of alarm struck her dumb, following the man with her eyes it took a few moments before Lily's limbs reacted to what had happened.

Running after him she stared in stunned horror at the fallen prince. "Is he dead?" the blood made her stomach twist up in knots, she really did hate blood.

"Well grab an arm or something we should get him inside - don't look at me like that, you said help the wounded and well he's wounded isn't he?" but looking at the evident concern written all over the dark haired youth's face Lily softened her tone.

"He'll be ok, I'm sure of it we just need to get him inside with all the other wounded" giving Arthur's uninjured arm an experiemntal tug Lily sighed, "he's rather heavy - what have you been feeding him?" she teased hoping to lighten the other man's mood.

"I'm Lily by the way" she smiled reassuring at him, "so what do we do - do we move him or fetch help or just, well ... I don't know - guard him?" the idea of the pair of them defending their mighty prince seemed ridiculous but then again she had just taken out a druid with a brick.

"Either way I'll help you just tell me what to do" Lily had never wanted to be so helpful in her life, in all the chaos having a task to do helped calm her worried nerves and clear her mind.
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Simeon Tucker
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Jul 17 2012, 11:18 PM #64

The water sorcerer had gone inside with the others, managing to help the woman with the curly dark hair to some extent. Everything was chaos, with people littered everywhere. Those who were at least ambulatory to some extent were traipsing about, trying to help the others. Simeon let out a breath and pushed his hand through his hair, it was madness! He could feel the magic in the air, he knew it was more than the dragon. The druids were causing some of this too. It was sad, to see magic not only on display, but fighting like that. It was a real shame that it was happening, magic users just discrediting anyone who practiced magic because they were fighting the Pendragons. While Simeon didn't necessarily agree with Uther's views of magic users, he didn't see that as a reason to want the man dead. His time would come and then Arthur would take over.

Hopefully Arthur would be a better king.

Turning to help a boy who just stumbled in from the courtyard, Simeon was surprised by a sudden gust of wind that snapped the doors shut. Probably more sorcery. Handing the boy off to someone, he - along with a few others - tried to pry the doors back open. It was several long moments before the wind suddenly stopped and the doors snapped open with ease. Picking himself up from the floor - after the door snapped open and surprised him - Simeon brushed himself out and ran into the courtyard. Things seemed much worse than they were before he came into the building, though. His eyes quickly swept the area, seeing there were injured and dead everywhere. A girl he thought he recognized from the market was standing with someone else, hovering over a downed Prince Arthur.

Without thinking, Simeon rushed to their aid, to lift the prince and take him inside to safety. Simeon wasn't much good in a fight unless there was water around, but at least he could be useful carrying people to and fro. "Here, let me help. I've been bringing wounded inside and it looks like you could use a hand," he offered, not moving to lift the prince until they realized he only wanted to help. Simeon straightened slightly, to semi-block people from coming at the downed prince with just his body. They needed to move and move fast because it didn't look like the trio was up for very much - if any - combat.

(( Loving it so much, had to throw my guy back in there! ))
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Gaius Corwin
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Jul 18 2012, 08:19 AM #65

From his position inside Gaius could see the commotion from a window of the ground floor. He was stood with many other people desperate to help, but desperate to stay safe as well. The badly injured were now in the dining room with others scattered in the throne room. He hoped Gwen would be able to manage for a while as he made sure Merlin, Arthur and the King were still able to fight or even stand. At his side Kadeleigh spoke to him with panic laced in her voice,

"Gaius we need to do something, the knights can't fight forever. The magic of the dragon is far too strong, I'm useless against him. Perhaps we should get some of the knights to find it and kill it in it's sleep."

Her desperation to help was admirable but completely useless in fighting and killing a Dragon but he gave her a small grin of acknowledgement and kindness.

“My dear, you are good hearted, but I’m afraid we cannot fight with sword and sinew alone. A very different way of defeating it is required.”

The physician looked again out of the window turning from the good lady at his side. They were all still very much on edge when the doors slammed shut with the building wind created, no doubt, by one of the fighting Druids. He could just make out the King fighting with a Druid he had a slight recognition of. He was in no doubt they had all visited Camelot at some time or another, for supplies or information without using their magic so as to conceal themselves. The fight was fierce and raging, with swords moving quickly and with power.

Gaius couldn’t see who had conjured the wind though as the chaos it had caused covered all tracks to the perpetrator. It did seem to backfire somewhat when it was then pushed away from the centre of the battle to the oncoming Druid forces. ‘Well done Merlin,’ he thought with a sensation of great pride. Still he was able to use his skills, even when surrounded by those who would kill him for such an act. The wind then seemed to stop abruptly when a despairing woman threw a brick at an attacker heading for the Prince. As she danced in celebration her success the Druid she had somehow struck fell to the floor.

Gaius could see he looked at her intently before falling unconscious and he knew that she would have to extra vigilant from now on. That grave and powerful look from any Druid would mean only one thing; revenge would be his. The physician would have to keep a close eye on her in the future if she is to avoid his wrath. Returning his eyes to Merlin, he looked very concerned. The men with Gaius had managed to prise the door open once more and one had made his way across to where Merlin and the woman were standing. Gaius felt sick in the pit of his stomach. The Crown Prince of Camelot lying on the floor, seemingly injured with a panic stricken Merlin at his side.

He ran out of the doors without a second thought for his own safety and headed straight for Arthur. He heard Merlin call “Gaius!”as he quickly made his way.

He knelt down beside the Prince surrounded by the man from inside and the newly cursed woman. He leaned over him and forced opened his eyes checking for a strong reaction; which he got and Gaius gave a sigh of relief. He rolled Arthur over slightly and noticed a wound and some blood adorning his chainmail. He stood quickly as he could and looked up again to see the Dragon still holding his threatening position way above them in the fading moonlight.

“He’ll be fine,” he said to Merlin matter of factly “but he can’t stay out here. He should be strong enough to move, as its only a flesh wound. He’s collapsed from exhaustion more than anything else.”

“You there,” he said to the man more abruptly than he had meant “help Merlin here support the Prince into the dining room with the others. I’ll need to treat his wound myself. Dear lady, you must come too. You are in more danger than you realise. Come and allow me to ensure you are not injured.”

With that he made his way back inside, turning away from the King who continued to fight with who must be the leader of the assault. The King was in no mood for reason before this, now would be a dangerous time to interrupt. Although, Gaius remembered, the Dragon will no doubt be watching more closely than ever at that particular fight.

xTx
(Phewf!! Thats possibly the longest post i've ever made for Gaius!! xD )
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Jul 21 2012, 10:43 PM #66

It didn't take Alvarr long to realise that Uther was stronger than he looked. Each blow the king landed shook through his body and his muscles soon began to tire. This was absurd, how could Uther Pendragon... And OLD man be stronger than him? It did not occur to the druid that Uther had something to fight for, Alvarr fought for power, for revenge and revenge was not a strong a motive as love. The minute the young prince fell, it seemed Uther's rage carried him through the rest of the fight. Stumbling backward in surprise, Alvarr was momentarily caught off guard and that was all it took for one of the King's deadly blows to hit him.

He let out a raspy breath and felt the blood bubbling in his mouth. Shocked and disorientated, he fell back, struggling for breath. The sword dropped at his side, metal clanging against the concrete. He couldn't be dying. He just couldn't. When he opened his mouth to speak, nothing but blood spilled over his lips. The gaping wound across his unarmoured chest had gone too deep. He could feel his heart slowing, it was an odd sensation but surprisingly did not scare him. The gods blessed the dead, fear was the first thing to vanish from his life. As the lights started to blur, he closed his eyes and waited for the last breath to leave his body with a shudder.
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