Camelot 2001: The Return of Heroes

Randall Parks/Bleoberis

Staring around the room Randall felt an uneasy comfort among these strangers. Some talking, some threatening, "What just happened?" When nobody answered him he pushed his chair back a foot or so, leaned back and threw his feet on the table. He thought to himself theres some nice tail around this table! Maybe this wont be that bad. Sudden memories flashed through him as he takes his feet off the table. Staring a second time he recognized most of the "knights" around the table. Did he just say knights? "What the fuck just happened?, and why was Sir La Bel a stripper he had seen on stage a few weeks back? This was more like an episode of Jerry Springer than the round table. I'm sure Merlin will be here soon... but not soon enough. The only thing he could do was wonder when he was getting his sword!
 
Lars Hanssen/Pellinore

(OOC: Sorry I haven't posted before now; been cought up in RL for a couple of weeks.)

The desk tilted as the yacht heeled over a bit more to port. The captain must be riding her a couple of points closer to the wind. Lars noted the shift absently as he scrolled down the report on the computer screen built into the desktop. Checking the daily reports was a chore, but necessary if he was to keep track of the widespread shipping company he had built up from his father's modest start.

Finishing the report, Lars stood, stretched, and went aft to the main companionway up to the deck. He was a large man, in his fifties but still heavily muscled. Not the kind of muscle that comes from a gym, he had the calluses and worn skin of a sailor, which was what he was at heart. At 14 he had started working in his father's shipping company--from the bottom, as a deckhand. He worked up through captaining a freighter and on to the boardroom by age 30, having learned the business inside and out. When he took control of the company at his father's retirement 15 years ago, Lars continued its expansion until now Hanssen Transport was one of the largest privately owned companies in the world. And since his father's death a year ago, he was sole owner.

He climbed the slanted ladder without thinking about the angle at which it sloped, using the reflexes of a life spent mostly at sea. Nodding to the yacht's captain at the helm, Lars walked forward to stand leaning into the rail at the point of the bow. Overhead, clouds drifted by in the moonlight as the yacht skimmed across the north Atlantic under full sail, making the passage back from New York to its home prot of Copenhagen.

As the yacht slipped quietly through the sea, its owner reflected on his choice of travel arrangements: sail was the way man should move over the water, he thought. So much quieter, smoother than a motor yacht. More peaceful. Glancing at his watch, Lars pulled his Motorola Iridium satellite phone from a shirt pocket and pressed a speed-dial button. His daughter, Sigrid, COO of the company, answered on the first ring. "Father, good to hear from you. Will you be home in time for the board meeting on Thursday?"

"Yes, my dear. We have a good strong wind and the weather reports look good. This old boat should get me there with a day to spare. Now tell me, how does the buyout of Huang Shipping look to you? Your people have been checking them out. What kind of shape are their hulls in?"

The conversation lasted for half an hour before Sigrid had to leave for a late-night conference call with Ausralia. As he slid the phone back into his pocket, lars turned and looked up the length of the mainmast of his home away from home. What a glorious way to spend one's life, sailing the world in a hundred-foot luxury sailing yacht while the company mostly took care of itself, with a little guidance by phone and internet. Ah, the joys of modern technology.
 
Michelle/Ector

Michelle's hand shook as she stuffed the papers into her backpack not caring if they were neat or crumpled.

What had just happened? Had she spaced out and imagined everything or had it really happened? Something about meeting a destiny.

Michelle had never really believed in destiny. True, she kind of let life take her where it would but that was just drifting. She never thought about a force that could move you around like a piece on a chess board.

Mumbling something to Sally about having to get dinner, she slung her guitar over her back and headed for the nearest Chinese resturant.

Waiting in line to pick up her food, her mind kept going over and over what had happened trying to make sense of it all.
 
Valin Hales/Perceval

I sit back and survey the scene. I am surrounded by comrades who feel more family to me that did my current incarantions family. The tense feeling of anger is so thick in the air that I fear we will tear the circle asunder before Merlin even gets to assemble all the pieces. I am so used to following orders that it is all assimilated quickly, into my psyche. I am Valin/but I am truly perceval. "If we take all our sins with us into every life than there is no future for us. If you truly hold each other for sins of the past then this circle will break. I for one would belive that Merlin graces us with the chance to make amends, eternity is to short to hate and hurt in every life, I for one would love to taste hope." Im not sure where that came from I sit back surprised at myself, it would seem im the inheritor of a hunger to not let my chances slip past. I wince as I recall how many times I came close to the grail only to fail to doubt...never again.
 
Lily/Nimue

Nimue kept a close eye on every knight hoping Merlin arrived soon. She looked at Perceval when he spoke. "If we take all our sins with us into every life than there is no future for us. If you truly hold each other for sins of the past then this circle will break. I for one would belive that Merlin graces us with the chance to make amends, eternity is to short to hate and hurt in every life, I for one would love to taste hope." She nodded "Perceval speaks wise words. It is best if we all heed his words and consider their meaning" she said as she grace perceval with a smile that held a hint of gratitude in it and admiration.


OOC: I'm sorry about the mistype earlier, I got a bit confused ;)
 
Penelope Winslow/Gawaine

My breath leaves me as I am whirled through...through what exactly I am not sure. I vaguely remember a bright light and then this room. Please someone tell me I am dreaming. I know that I am not crazy.

"Do not be frightened, My Lady. No one will harm you. I am Gawaine and you are my destiny."

Suddenly I feel contented as I hear the familiar voice. Familiar? Why is it so familiar? I know who Gawaine is for I have read of his tales many times over. Then a strange feeling comes over me and I feel like a voyuer, peering into my own body and soul. I am no longer the dominant one. But I still have that same feeling of apprehension. "Tell me why, Gawaine?"

"Seeing as I had previously killed many of these knights in battles of years long since past, I would venture to guess that the fear you are feeling is borne out of my experiences and not necessarily of yours."

My eyes scan the room and admire the ladies seated around the table. It his will, Gawaine's desire, to perform such action. I am merely a vessel for him now. Forever shall I be the passive one. Gawaine now rules my fate as I am a passenger on what I assume will be a most fascinating journey.
 
Richard Ko/Sir Galahad

"Bors?" He looked different to say the least. Female?
"Not looking your usual self?"

But how did I recognise him? How did I know the name? I cast my eyes around to take in my surroundings....Lancelot? Another name jumps to mind. (Note: Richard is Chinese and thus has never heard of The Knights of the Round table)

Where am I? Two people argue in front of me and I know who they are and why, but how? I turn inwards and into my mind for answers. All I get is more confusion; quests, heroes, villians slain and battles lost and won, and, in the midst of it all, a cup. The Holy Grail. I'm starting to remember.
 
Re: Michelle/Ector

Unregistered said:
Michelle's hand shook as she stuffed the papers into her backpack not caring if they were neat or crumpled.

What had just happened? Had she spaced out and imagined everything or had it really happened? Something about meeting a destiny.

Michelle had never really believed in destiny. True, she kind of let life take her where it would but that was just drifting. She never thought about a force that could move you around like a piece on a chess board.

Mumbling something to Sally about having to get dinner, she slung her guitar over her back and headed for the nearest Chinese resturant.

Waiting in line to pick up her food, her mind kept going over and over what had happened trying to make sense of it all.


There came a tap on Michelle's shoulder as she waited in line. Turning, she saw an elderly man in dated clothing staring down at her.

What came out of his mouth stunned her but his eyes were what held her frozen.

"Sir Knight, it is time for you to resume your quest," He said and suddenly Michelle seemed in the throes of visions that were suprisingly familiar. Scenes of knights in armor, battle for glory and honor and a brotherhood that was broken from within passed before her eyes, taking her breath away.

"Forgive the suddeness," The old man said as he waved his hand in front of her eyes,"But I have no choice."

A blinding flash made the restraunt disappear and her head spin. When both her vision and head cleared, she could see that she was now in a cavern that was lit only with torches and candles. She was sitting at a large round table that held a smaller round table in the middle of it. Upon the minature chair that corresponded with her own was a pool of wax. As she stared, another candle burst into flame though no one was around to light it.

A soft, feminine voice came to her ears,"Welcome, Sir Ector. It is a pleasure to have you back where you belong." Turning, Michelle could see a woman sitting at the head of the table. It was she who spoke.
 
Re: Lars Hanssen/Pellinore

Alaric said:
(OOC: Sorry I haven't posted before now; been cought up in RL for a couple of weeks.)

The desk tilted as the yacht heeled over a bit more to port. The captain must be riding her a couple of points closer to the wind. Lars noted the shift absently as he scrolled down the report on the computer screen built into the desktop. Checking the daily reports was a chore, but necessary if he was to keep track of the widespread shipping company he had built up from his father's modest start.

Finishing the report, Lars stood, stretched, and went aft to the main companionway up to the deck. He was a large man, in his fifties but still heavily muscled. Not the kind of muscle that comes from a gym, he had the calluses and worn skin of a sailor, which was what he was at heart. At 14 he had started working in his father's shipping company--from the bottom, as a deckhand. He worked up through captaining a freighter and on to the boardroom by age 30, having learned the business inside and out. When he took control of the company at his father's retirement 15 years ago, Lars continued its expansion until now Hanssen Transport was one of the largest privately owned companies in the world. And since his father's death a year ago, he was sole owner.

He climbed the slanted ladder without thinking about the angle at which it sloped, using the reflexes of a life spent mostly at sea. Nodding to the yacht's captain at the helm, Lars walked forward to stand leaning into the rail at the point of the bow. Overhead, clouds drifted by in the moonlight as the yacht skimmed across the north Atlantic under full sail, making the passage back from New York to its home prot of Copenhagen.

As the yacht slipped quietly through the sea, its owner reflected on his choice of travel arrangements: sail was the way man should move over the water, he thought. So much quieter, smoother than a motor yacht. More peaceful. Glancing at his watch, Lars pulled his Motorola Iridium satellite phone from a shirt pocket and pressed a speed-dial button. His daughter, Sigrid, COO of the company, answered on the first ring. "Father, good to hear from you. Will you be home in time for the board meeting on Thursday?"

"Yes, my dear. We have a good strong wind and the weather reports look good. This old boat should get me there with a day to spare. Now tell me, how does the buyout of Huang Shipping look to you? Your people have been checking them out. What kind of shape are their hulls in?"

The conversation lasted for half an hour before Sigrid had to leave for a late-night conference call with Ausralia. As he slid the phone back into his pocket, lars turned and looked up the length of the mainmast of his home away from home. What a glorious way to spend one's life, sailing the world in a hundred-foot luxury sailing yacht while the company mostly took care of itself, with a little guidance by phone and internet. Ah, the joys of modern technology.


OOC: Instead of doing an initial waking at this point, I am simply going to get you to the round table and the other knights.


IC: A flash of sun seemed to blind Lars for just a moment. When it had passed, he was startled to see an elderly man in dated clothing standing on the deck.

Lars knew that the man was not part of his crew and had not reason to be on board his ship. When the man approached him, Lars opened his mouth to say something but the eyes of the old man locked onto his in that moment and he found himself unable to speak.

"You are a hard one to track down, Sir Knight," The old man said,"It would have been so much easier if I could have given you a warning first."

With a wave of his hand, another flash burned into Lars' eyes..this one even brighter than that of the sun. Suddenly he was assulted with memories that seemed familiar but somehow separate from his own. Visions of knights in armor, battles, glory and loss all passed before his eyes and made him light headed.

Soon his vision cleared and he found he was not on board his ship any longer but sitting at a large round table on which a minature round table was placed in the middle. The cavern was softly lit with candle and torch light and he could see that the chair that corresponded with his own held a puddle of wax. As he watched, another candle flared into life but no one was around to light it.

A feminine voice greeted him. "Welcome Sir Pellinore. It was good that you could join us. Please relax. We are waiting for Merlin to arrive.
 
Re: Robert/Gaheris

Paxton said:
Robert looked at Jessie almost in a daze as she took the mic. What the hell had just happened? He shook his head and looked out at all the squad cars getting ready to leave.

"Ummm, yeah. I had best get down to the station for paperwork and then head home," He said in a voice that didnt sound like his.
Your quest awaits you? What the hell was this all about. Was he going insane? Had this job driven him that far?

Not saying anything else to anyone, Robert headed for his car and the station house. Once there, he got a strong cup of coffee and headed to his desk to fill out the neccessary forms and clear his head to boot.


Someone clearing their throat got Robert's attention. Looking up, he saw that an elderly man in dated clothing sat across from him in the seat in front of the desk.

Robert was about to greet the man and ask what he could do for him with his gaze locked onto the old man's and he found he could not utter a word.

"It is time, Sir Knight," The man said and suddenly, Robert's mind burst with memories that he knew were his but then again were not. Visions of men...knights battling for glory and quests passed before his eyes. A scene where a lovely lady was being escorted to...to where...by himself and another knight. Wait...he knew the other knight...had called him brother. The lady was being taken to her death. Robert knew that as clear as he knew his every regulation in the book. And then a sight of another knight riding towards them brandishing a sword. A skirmish and then, the feel of steel through his flesh and the knowledge that he had been killed by one of his own.

Before the death scene can play through his mind, the old man waves his hand in front of Robert's eyes and a blinding flash obscures the precenct room from him. When his vision clears, he is sitting in a cavern at a large round table that hosts a smaller version of that table in the center. The cavern is lit with soft candle and torch light and Robert can see that a puddle of wax rests upon the chair that correspondes with his own. As he watches, another candle flares into life but no one is there to light it.

A soft voice fills his ears. "Welcome Sir Gaheris. It seems we have all the brothers together now. Merlin will be here soon."
 
Re: Barbara/Lucan

Najia said:
Barbara looked up at David and then back down to where she had been gathering her stuff.

Quickly taking off her radio, she shoved it at David and grabbed her gear and hurried over to where her car was waiting for her.

What did that mean? She knew she heard it. She was pretty sure she wasn't going crazy.

But what quest? And the thing about the time drawing near seemed like some end of the world thing that people joke about. what did it all mean and did she really want to know?


As Barbara approached her car, she saw an elderly man standing by it dressed in dated clothing. It was almost as if he was waiting for her.

Slowing her pace, she approached the car but, before she could speak, the old man's eyes locked with hers and she found she could not move much less speak.

"Good Evening, Sir Knight," The man said as he approached her,"It is now time for you to accept your quest."

At his words, Barbara's mind was filled with memories that she knew were hers even though these memories were of a man. A knight. She could see the armor shining in the sun even as he battled against a great foe. And there the knight stood proud and strong with his foe at his feet. Turning, he went to kneel by his mortaly wounded king who embraced him. As he felt the crushing grip of his ruler, he realised too late that his own injuries were worse than though and the grip of his liege was his undoing. He knew in that instant that he was dying....an ironic ending to his life. (Okay, okay....I just HAD to slip that in. I STILL think this story is way to ironic to pass up.)

As Barbara gasped for breath in sympathy with the death scene, the man waved his hand and a blinding flash erased the scene from her eyes as well as blotted the parking lot from her vision. When she had recovered, she realized that she was sitting at a large round table that had a smaller version of that table upon it. A chair that corresponded with her own in the minature version held a puddle of wax and, as she watched, another candle flared to life even though no one was near it.

A feminine voice reached her ears. "Welcome, Sir Lucan. It is a pleasure to have one who fought so nobly back again. Please sit back and relax. Merlin should arrive shortly."
 
Re: Re: Tyler / Pelleas

Isolde said:


Through the haze his state between wake and sleep, Tyler hears a voice but it is not female but male and very commanding. It utters one phrase before fading away:

"DESTINY IS YOURS. PREPARE TO MEET IT."

The next thing Tyler knew, he was sitting straight up in bed and a worried Skip was licking his hand, staring at his master and whining in the way dogs do when they know that things are not alright.

Tyler had a funny feeling that he had just recieved a very important message. He just wished he knew why it was important.


OOC: I am going to get Pelleas in with the others so we can get going.

IC: As Tyler fully wakes from the dream, he realizes that an old man in dated clothing is standing at the end of his bed. Their gazes lock and he realizes that he cannot say anything or move.

"Sir Knight, it seems as if I have found you in other than the best of circumstances," The old man says,"However, your bravery is needed. It is your heart that will conquer the obsticles before us. I have tried to repair the damage to your body but I have found that it is your mind that holds you back from the healing. Until you can settle what is in your mind and heart, my magic cannot aide you."

The old man had barely spoken when Tyler was hit with memories that were not his and yet were all too familiar. Scenes of valor and battle, quests and contests passed before his eyes and he knew he was a part of them. Then a vision of a radiant lady came to him. She seemed to be standing in a waterfall, her skin glistening in the sun drenched water and she was beckoning him to her.

"Forgive my haste but Morganna moves even as we speak," The old man says and then there is a blinding flash and the room spins and disappears in a light more brilliant than the sun.

When Tyler's vision clears, he sees that he is in some kind of underground cavern and that it is softly lit with candles and torches. He sits at a large round table and there is a minature of it in the center. The chair that correspondes to his own holds a puddle of wax and, as he watches, the last two candles light though no one is there to put flame to wick.

Shortly, two more men appear, seeming as confused and disorented as he. (This is Degore and Alymere. Since I am GMing them and they are the last to arrive, I am not doing a separate post for them.)

Before he can comment, a feminine voice that was so familiar and that struck at his heart lit upon his ears.

"Pelleas," The voice said, a catch in her voice,"You have come."
 
The Gathering

In order to get us all on the same page, and cut down on confusion, I am consolidating the round table meeting. Here is a list of players, who is playing them and whether they are male or female and, for those who did not post after they got to the cavern, the page their final waking is on. I am also including the conversations so far so that we can go from there.

Lancelot/indyweasel-Male

Galahad-ask for more-Male

Gawain-MntAngelWV-Female

Percivale-Inkubus-Male

Bors de Ganis-Captainb-Female

Gareth-Poohlive-Male

Bedivere-(will ask someone to take over)-Male page7

Kay-rdh996-Male page 7

Tristam-Angelius-Male page 6

Palomedes-NNJ-Male page 7

Safer-Destiny Brent-Female page 6

Pelleas-Dianno-Male page 9

Brunor Le Noir-Lynelle-Male page 7

Agravaine-BadForm-Male

Dagonet-Neale-Male

Lionell-Morganna-Female page 7

Bleoberis-Anime-Male

Pellinore-Alaric-Male page 8

La Bel Desconniu-Jocelyn-Female page 8

Lamorack-Teague-Male page 8

Ector de Maris-Rianna-Female page 8

Lucan-Najia-Female page 9

Gaheris-Paxton-Male page 9

Degore and Alymere-Gmed by me-both Male


Jewel/Bors
J/B stared without comprehension as the next candle flared to life. Two sets of memories were jostling for room in one suddenly over-taxed mind. A blink, and then the words that had floated by suddenly re-surfaced. “Well, Sir Bors. It seems that more than just a few things have changed this time around. Welcome. We are waiting for the others to arrive.”

Bors. Bors… de Ganis. He blinked, and the floodgates of memory opened. A battle. Men in armor. Friends dying. A sword… He shivered and looked up, seeing the others around the table, the candles and figurines on its surface. A round table. None of the people were familiar, and yet there something about their eyes. He looked at the woman who had spoken, seeing the soft beauty there and the level smiling eyes reflecting the candlelight. He nodded in automatic greeting, then looked down at his own body.

“Egads.”



Dagonet/Dirk Gently
As the portly investigator's eyesight cleared, he saw himself to be in a cavern, seated at a large table with several other people who made his head swim to look at. His vision blurred, and their forms shifted impossibly. Dirk blinked his eyes, and his vision cleared.

Immediately after his vision cleared, the memories of another life and another time came flooding in. Dirk knew all about his own mind from various perspectives, having spent quite a lot of time out of it, thanks to various inebriants. This, however, was terra incognito for him, and he was badly shaken. Strange visions of men in armour, bloody battlefields, and unwashed tavern wenches filled his brain to overflowing.

"Damn it to hell! I've gone and died, and someone ELSE'S life is flashing before my eyes!"





Steven Jefferies / Sir Lancelot
I turned to the sound of the voice and was shaken for the form did not match the voice. "Mother?" I asked, and she nodded her head to me. "What has happened? " As she starts to answer another knight appears, and then another.

"I take it that we are all Knights of the Round Table here. How is it that this is possible? It has been centuries since I have died. How can I now be reborn? "

I get up and start to walk around the room, pacing as I try to think this process out.

"Where is Merlin? I take it that it was he who brought us all here? "


When I turn back to the table I see that most of the seats have been filled. " I am Sir Lancelot, and we have been summoned here again to prevent evil from happening to the world. While I do not yet know why or who is causing this evil, it is my sworn duty as a Knight to go where I am sent. Who is with me?"



Gary/Gareth
Gary sat down, hard. What in the hell was going on? He sat here in a dark cavern, candlelight flooding the area. He pushed his head into his hands, trying to make it all go away.
A knight.
My fucking god.
A knight.
That's not possible. Even if it was, why was it him? He could be a knight, he was just a simple lawyer. He didn't even take recognition for his quests...
What? No, no, his cases. He didn't take recognition for his cases. He's never been on a quest in his life. Well, maybe hell week at Alph Pie Omega, but come on... this was just a little too weird.
He couldn't help it thought, there was something, something that just made sense, even though it didn't.
Sir Gareth... he'd never even heard of a Sir Gareth before. Probably some weird knight who was just the most brave and noble, and yet didn't have the heart to gloat about it at all.
"Whoah... where did that come from?"
Gary half smiled half wanted to cry his eyes out. There's a fine how do you do. One day your a nice simple lawyer watching Gilligan's Island, the next your a knight having a secret meeting about... about.
What in the hell were they having a meeting about anyway?




Sir Archibald Grenville/Agravain
Laurel's head spun as she was dragged through the spell Merlin had cast. She should have been ready, but the old fool had always been able to out-think and out-pace any omens she watched. She would still be with her husband, thanks to a binding spell a wise-woman friend had placed on her, but she hadn't realised how painful the pull would be. When she arrived in the cavern, she smashed into the floor and collapsed painfully.

Archie had arrived seconds before her, and was sitting at the table, tending to agree with the stranger's comment about having someone else's life flow before his eyes, but also feeling an unnatural affinity for the visions, as though they were also his own. When he heard the crash behind him, he spun and saw his wife trying to pull herself to her feet. He dashed over to her in concern.

"Laurel?" he said, easing her face up to look into his.

As she looked into his eyes, she realized for the first time that he did not believe what was happening. He had been an honest journalist for so long his soul had been trained to skepticism. Now he was facing an awakening to a soul long dead. She shook her head and smiled at the irony.

"I am ok, Agravain... You, on the other hand, are in for a revelation or two that you'll have to sell to the Sport if you want to write about them."

She forced herself upright and looked around at the strangers. Somehow, the binding which had been done had left her able to sense who the knights were, even though she had never met the people before in this life. Almost at once, her vision fixed on Steven Jeffries. She had been astounded when her husband had breathed word to her of his bedroom betrayal of the King. And when he had murdered her Agravain, she had wanted revenge a woman could not take. She scowled at him.

"I see our Queen's Champion is here," she said, barely suppressing a snarl. "I trust you will keep your blades aimed at the right targets this time? Flesh and steel alike!"




Lily/Nimue
Lily sat greeting each knight as they appeared. She felt like giggling when she noticed some knights had come back as women. She wondered what would come of this difference. Though she hardly cared, they were knights nonetheless. When Lancelot appeared she felt a slight pull at her heart seeing her adopted son. She graced him with a smile that said little but her eyes said it all. They held a look of welcome and if someone looked close enough one of love. Smiling at everyone there she assured them Merlin would be back soon. She hoped she was right, there was a certain amount of tension that just couldn't be good.




Sir Lancelot / Steven Jefferies
I am lost in thought as I hear a snear from someone around the table. "I see our Queen's Champion is here," she said, barely suppressing a snarl. "I trust you will keep your blades aimed at the right targets this time? Flesh and steel alike!".

I turn to face this person and my right hand drops looking for a sword that is not there. "I shall, if you keep your nose out of business that does not concern you. "




Lily/Nimue
Nimue stood up when Agravain's wife said "I see our Queen's Champion is here," she said, barely suppressing a snarl. "I trust you will keep your blades aimed at the right targets this time? Flesh and steel alike!". Before she could say anything Lancelot turned to face her and said "I shall, if you keep your nose out of business that does not concern you. " sighing softly she spoke up. Her voice was soft but held an underlying note of command. "That is enough. We are all adults here and do not have to act like children to one another. The past is just that, it's the past and we can do nothing to change that. Please just sit down and await Merlin. Whatever he has for you to do we cannot accomplish it while fighting. And that goes for all of you" Her gaze met every single knight holding each for a moment "do I make myself clear?"





Sir Archibald Grenville/Agravain
Laurel turned to face Nimue as she spoke and acknowledged the wisdom of the water queen's words. "Aye, my lady, you are correct. I will defer to your knowledge and wisdom - for if the Lord Merlin wishes us to be present, he most surely has good cause. But rest assured, good sir knight," she cast back to Lancelot, "when you murdered my husband, you made it my business. Things have changed these days, my Lord Lancelot, and I shall protect my man as ever a knight would his lady... should that need arise."

Archie stared from Steven Jeffries, to Nimue and back to his beloved wife. For a moment he was too dumb-founded to speak. Who were these strangers, and why was his wife acting in such an aggressive fashion. More to the point, what was this nonsense about someone having killed him, and the use of names dead for 1500 years, if they had ever existed in the first place. He wondered if he had hit his head, and was dreaming this, but he realized that thought would never occur to him in a dream. He stared at Laurel in confusion.

"Take a seat, my love," she said, smiling to reassure him. "All things will be made clear when the Lord Merlin arrives. For now, I must retire to the background while you become acquainted with old... or new friends."

With that she ushered the confused man back to his seat, firmly enough to brook no argument, before she, herself, slipped back to take a seat in the shadows





Steven Jeffries / Sir Lancelot
But rest assured, good sir knight," she cast back to Lancelot, "when you murdered my husband, you made it my business. Things have changed these days, my Lord Lancelot, and I shall protect my man as ever a knight would his lady... should that need arise."

Those words rang in my head as I sat down at my ladies request. Murdered? I've murdered people. If that was the case how come the police havent arrested me?

My head starts spinning as the transition of who I am or who I was really starts to grip me. The king.. The Queen.. My love for her..

Having to slay my brother knights. My head sinks into my hands as I sit in my chair and sob over the anguish that has just been brought over me.




Jewel/Bors
He watched in amazement as more people appeared, looking equally befuddled. He stared hard at one, the eyes so familiar. A name surfaced unbidden to his lips. "Galahad?" he softly said.

Then came angry conversation behind him and he turned to see a man and woman casting stony eyes at each other just before the man sank into a chair and started weeping. Launcelot. It was he, though there was nothing that resembled the knight as he had looked yesterday... No, more than yesterday. But the memories were becoming as sharp as if they were that fresh.

He looked again around the table. Different bodies, different sexes, but the same souls shone out of their eyes. Did they all have this inner duality? Names were falling into place with strange faces, and he felt a surge of joy at the realization that they were all together again, both living and dead. True, there were many issues that would be reopened again, not all pleasant, but that could wait. This was the Round Table, and chivalry would operate around it. He sat up straight in his chair, uncomfortably aware of how his breasts jutted out. Undoubtably Merlin's doing. Why was he in this body, and some of the others too? What did you expect, dunce? You were born this way! a voice shouted in his head. He cocked his head at the inner conversation, striving to make sense of it.




Randall Parks/Bleoberis
Staring around the room Randall felt an uneasy comfort among these strangers. Some talking, some threatening, "What just happened?" When nobody answered him he pushed his chair back a foot or so, leaned back and threw his feet on the table. He thought to himself theres some nice tail around this table! Maybe this wont be that bad. Sudden memories flashed through him as he takes his feet off the table. Staring a second time he recognized most of the "knights" around the table. Did he just say knights? "What the fuck just happened?, and why was Sir La Bel a stripper he had seen on stage a few weeks back? This was more like an episode of Jerry Springer than the round table. I'm sure Merlin will be here soon... but not soon enough. The only thing he could do was wonder when he was getting his sword!




Valin Hales/Perceval
I sit back and survey the scene. I am surrounded by comrades who feel more family to me that did my current incarantions family. The tense feeling of anger is so thick in the air that I fear we will tear the circle asunder before Merlin even gets to assemble all the pieces. I am so used to following orders that it is all assimilated quickly, into my psyche. I am Valin/but I am truly perceval. "If we take all our sins with us into every life than there is no future for us. If you truly hold each other for sins of the past then this circle will break. I for one would belive that Merlin graces us with the chance to make amends, eternity is to short to hate and hurt in every life, I for one would love to taste hope." Im not sure where that came from I sit back surprised at myself, it would seem im the inheritor of a hunger to not let my chances slip past. I wince as I recall how many times I came close to the grail only to fail to doubt...never again.




Lily/Nimue
Nimue kept a close eye on every knight hoping Merlin arrived soon. She looked at Perceval when he spoke. "If we take all our sins with us into every life than there is no future for us. If you truly hold each other for sins of the past then this circle will break. I for one would belive that Merlin graces us with the chance to make amends, eternity is to short to hate and hurt in every life, I for one would love to taste hope." She nodded "Perceval speaks wise words. It is best if we all heed his words and consider their meaning" she said as she grace perceval with a smile that held a hint of gratitude in it and admiration.




Penelope Winslow/Gawaine
My breath leaves me as I am whirled through...through what exactly I am not sure. I vaguely remember a bright light and then this room. Please someone tell me I am dreaming. I know that I am not crazy.

"Do not be frightened, My Lady. No one will harm you. I am Gawaine and you are my destiny."

Suddenly I feel contented as I hear the familiar voice. Familiar? Why is it so familiar? I know who Gawaine is for I have read of his tales many times over. Then a strange feeling comes over me and I feel like a voyuer, peering into my own body and soul. I am no longer the dominant one. But I still have that same feeling of apprehension. "Tell me why, Gawaine?"

"Seeing as I had previously killed many of these knights in battles of years long since past, I would venture to guess that the fear you are feeling is borne out of my experiences and not necessarily of yours."

My eyes scan the room and admire the ladies seated around the table. It his will, Gawaine's desire, to perform such action. I am merely a vessel for him now. Forever shall I be the passive one. Gawaine now rules my fate as I am a passenger on what I assume will be a most fascinating journey.




Richard Ko/Sir Galahad
"Bors?" He looked different to say the least. Female?
"Not looking your usual self?"

But how did I recognise him? How did I know the name? I cast my eyes around to take in my surroundings....Lancelot? Another name jumps to mind. (Note: Richard is Chinese and thus has never heard of The Knights of the Round table)

Where am I? Two people argue in front of me and I know who they are and why, but how? I turn inwards and into my mind for answers. All I get is more confusion; quests, heroes, villians slain and battles lost and won, and, in the midst of it all, a cup. The Holy Grail. I'm starting to remember.
 
Destiny watched the woman leave and turned abruptly as she heard a cough behind her. Upon turning her gaze fell upon and elderly gentleman, reclining on the couch, his hand raised just before his mouth as he cleared his throat. His hand lowered and a small wry smile spread acrossed his thin lips, wrinkling the skin around it. She cocked her head a little and put her hand to her chest a light relieved smile grasing her lips, a quick sigh escaping them.

"You starled me."

She chuckled, only surprised to be mirrored by a chuckle from the man. He spoke as if he knew me... my body?clothes? Changed? I glanced down, the clothes were simple but pretty, I never really dressed extravagantly, though I had always wanted to. Always fascinated by the latest style. But what would a librarian do with the latest in spring fashions? Anyways... the point was, this man acted like he knew her, or knew someone he thought was her.

He rose, I wasn't frightened he seemed like a friendly enough man, probobally just a little confused.

As he approached my brows drew together a little, a small crease appearing between the brows as something began to come over me. A feeling. I knew this man... but I didn't. I shivered as our eyes locked, I felt I was watching him with two eyes. One set young, confused, and unfamiliar... the second... an ancient pair, one that undesrtood... that knew the man, and what was happening. One uncomfortable... one comfortable. A paradox, two antonym's of eachother, each sharing control of one body.

An apology? Sir Knight? She was neither Sir nor knight... what was this man talking about. Morgan? Morgan Le Fay immediately flashed in her mind, must be the Knight reference? Odd. She shook her head... the mans clothes certainly didn't help matters.

She reeled back a little losing her balance... images flashed through her mind. She drew her hands to her temples her eyes open but unseeing. Images Flashing. Lights. Images! Horses! Swords! Lights! Steel! Flesh! Blood....

Blackness swirled into her field of vision, replacing the crimson blood color before her. She felt herself tumble backwards... the unfamiliarity dissapeared, the lights dimmed... her mind went to sleep.

A flicker of light, she closed her eyes immediately raising her hand to shield herself from the blinding shaft of yellow and white that infiltrated her vision. She blinked a few times, slowly focusing on her surroundings... grey... soft browns... she blinked again. The blurred images sharpened as she stared forward at a figure who was forming before her. The figure spoke.

Sir Safer... the name rang familiar... and she found herself nodding as she felt herself being pushed to the back of her mind. Words escaped her lips... not her own.

"Good evening."

A cold stone chair was beneath her. Cold against her panty hose covered thighs, this made the other part of her keenly aware of "his" clothes. He flushed a bit realizing his own body... too many years hidden in the back of the mind... now he was back... and his memories... his traits were coming back. Even as he said good evening he heard a small part of his accent seeping in.
 
Candy/La Bel

As Candy's eyesight cleared, she looked around in wonder. Or she should say they looked around in wonder. For she still felt that other pair of eyes looking out on what was going on.

No, that wasnt right either. For some reason, she now felt as if she were the one looking out from another's eyes. It was as if she had been pushed into the background.

She could almost feel the 'other' exploring her body mentally, taking in the fact that it was female, its strengths and weaknesses and any other facts that he could gain. She could feel the maleness of the other being and, though it should disturb her, for some reason it did not. It was almost a familiar feeling. As if it had been on the edges of her mind all these years only now to make itself known.

It was in the middle of getting used to this new situation that she heard the greeting. Turning, she saw a very pretty lady and, for some reason, she knew this woman and that she was very important even as her mind raced to take in what she heard.

La Bel? The Fair Unknown? It was familiar and yet...the other took in the message instantly and there was recognition. Almost a pride really in that recognition.

Then it hit Candy. The woman had talked about her father. But Candy had never known her father. He had run out on her mom and her when she was born. It was one of the big reasons that Candy volunteered to work with underprivilaged youths. She had been one herself.

Looking over at the lady, she opened her mouth to protest and ask why the riddles when her eyes fell on another person at the table and she stopped as recognition hit. She didnt know how or why but she knew that person. It was the mousy, shy woman. No, no, the prescence inside of her corrected. It was Gawain. Gawain? Father, came the response from other and Candy looked at the woman with new understanding.

As she did, pictures of the knight Sir Gawain were conjured up from the other person-La Bel-and it suddenly hit her the contrast between the brash knight and this shy woman and she heard a giggle from nearby.

Her face flushed red when she realized the giggle had come from herself and she clapped both hands over her mouth just before the giggle was followed by full out laughter. She knew she probably looked ridiculous trying to smother her laughter with her hands but she was helpless to do anything else. After the day she had, this was simply the last straw. It was this or sitting down and crying.

She could feel La Bel watching with stern disapproval.
 
Robert/Gaheris

The conflict going through Robert's mind and body were as great, he supposed as the man who they took out of the apartment high on laced drugs.

The memories that played together both of this century and the past had his reflex moving before his mind could totally kick in. The last memory had been of an attack. A sword biting into his flesh and his own blood spilling from the deep wound.

As the room he was in came into focus, he took a deep breath fearing that he, again, would not be able to breathe but feel his life ebbing from his body.

In the instant that he felt air spilling into his lungs, he jumped from his chair and his hand went to his sword to once again defend himself and take down his would be killer though he knew it to be one of their own.

Lancelot. His eyes searched for the man in a frenzy of battle lust that had not died with him and he saw him, recognized him even though the form was different and noticed that his sword was strangely absent at the same moment.

The sight of his fellow knight with his head bowed suddenly cleared his head and it allowed his twenty first century voice to break into his thoughts.

"Think!," The voice in him said,"Think, dammit! Stop reacting and think about this!" Taking a calming, cleansing breath, Robert sat down. It was a good thing that there was a chair right there for his legs suddenly felt unable to support him and he sank into it gratefully and just in time to hear a woman's voice talking to him.

Letting his bewildered gaze seek out the owner of the voice, Robert found himself looking at a woman he knew somehow as Nimue and her words cut through the daze he felt he was in.

Brothers? He was an only child. And then whatever had come to the fore earlier when he had seen the old man....Merlin, yes he knew that was who it was....came again to take over his befuddled mind.

Sir Gaheris. That was who he was, who he had been. As for his brothers. Eyes that were his and yet not his scanned those around the table, picking out three more people. One a woman and two men. One of the men looked as weirded out as Robert felt and the other man had his face in his hands as if he was trying to deny this was happening.

"Gawain?," The name fell from his lips as he looked at the woman,"Gareth?," The man with his head in his hands was the brother who had died with him as they escorted the queen to her sentence,"Agravaine?," His gaze swept over the confused man and then to the woman who sat behind him,"Good Lord, man, why did you bring your lady to a meeting of the round. This is no place for a woman....."

His voice died off as he looked around the table again and noticed that many of the knights were now in that condition.

"Gods," He sighed as what was happening truly sank in,"Things have changed a bit havent they?"
 
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Barbara/Lucan

Barbara looked around the place she had found herself, confusion her first reaction.

"What the hell?," She said as she took in the sight of the others around the table as well as the smaller table on top of this one. "Would someone mind telling me just what the hell is going on?"

Being a paramedic, she was usually even tempered and calm. It had gotten her through some bad situations before but now she could feel fear rising up to try and choke her and she could feel panic trying to overwhelm her.

Trying to take deep breaths, she let her gaze go from one person to the next. Surprisingly she knew their names. Not the names of the people before her but the ones of the spirits behind the eyes. It was almost as if a separate voice was naming them all. Lancelot, Gawain, Percival, Bors.....the list went on as she looked at each on of them.

And the woman who had spoken to her. It was Nimue. The very person who had given Arthur Excaliber.

"My lady," She heard from her lips in a voice that was hers but that she did not control. "What is the bidding of our king at this hour?"
 
Scott Jefferies / Sir Lancelot

I could hear in the background of my own thoughts each knight coming to the realization of what has happened to them. Each us has been brought back for some task that we do not know about.

As I finally raised my head to look around the table there was one set of eyes that were missing. My kings. Where was Arthur? Why was he not here also?

I tried to surpress a smile as I noticed for the first time that some of my fellow knights had been re-incarnated into women bodies. "It might be a little tough to get into their plate mail",I thought to myself as a smile crossed my lips.

As my eye catches the sight of an Easterner (Chinese pops into my head unbidden) I see the sparkle in his eyes. "Son?", I say with hope in my heart.
 
Bob/Lamorack

Bob stared dumbfounded around the table. As he looked at everyone names started popping into his head like song titles do and some of the names grated on his nerves just as bad as some of the songs.

He took off his headphones but didnt turn of his CD player so now rock music blared from the mics and into the cavern. Bob didnt notice. He was past noticing much except that he was suddenly somewhere that he wasnt supposed to be. Or maybe he was. Somehow this whole thing felt as familiar as some of the faces around the table.

His stomache knotted when it lit on four all too familiar faces. Gawain, Gaheris, Gareth and Agravaine. The death scene that had flashed before his eyes seconds ago was back in full force.
Woah, these were the guys that had killed him. Well, not him but somehow, yeah, him.

Panic seemed to well up from the pit of his stomach and he felt outnumbered once again. It was then that he heard the woman speak.

"Lamorack," He let the name roll along his tongue and somehow it felt right,"As for my arrival being more pleasant. I guess that would all depend on how we are handling old grudges."
 
Dagonet/Dirk Gently

Dirk just sat back in the uncomfortable chair, and looked around him as the memories and soul of who he once was filled him. By God, I doubt me overmuch that I'll be the weakest Knight here, anymore! Look at the damsels who once were so mighty... Whoah! Dagonet, old boy, you really need to take a look at my memories... You would be surprised at how tough women can get these days!
 
Michelle/Ector

Michelle clutched her guitar to her chest and looked around the place she had suddenly found herself in. Her heart was beating fast and she was trying to make out where she was and why.

She remembered an old guy who had said some weird things to her and then he had moved his hand and then she was here. Something about this was not right.

"It is right," Something inside her said and she startled looking around for an outside source but knowing it was whatever occupied her body with her that had said it.

"Oh Gawd, I am either in a movie where I am being possessed or my roomies predictions have come true and I have finally fed my brain too much medieval junk and finally started hallucinating.," She said as her eyes darted from one stranger to the next.

But, if she was hallucinating, why were these people so familiar? She even knew their names. She stopped at one particular face and realized that she was looking at the famous (or infamous) Lancelot. The one person to help bring the round table to it's knees for the love of a woman.

She also realized that she was looking at her half-brother. Or rather the half brother of whomever was sharing space in her body right now.

A woman next to Lancelot spoke and whomever was inside her seemed to respond.

"Sir Ector. Ector de Maris." Somehow knowing the name didnt help her feel good about what was happening. Turning to the nearest "knight" she said,"Excuse me but I believe there has been a mistake. I dont belong here."
 
OOC:Sorry I haven''t posted I have had trouble with RL

IC: Nimue kept quiet as she leaned back in her chair. Everyone seemed to familiar yet so different. She sighed softly her memories a mixture of her's and some woman named Nimue, no not just some woman. Nimue the Lady of the Lake. She was the lady of the lake. Gazing at every face she realized their looks and gender may have changed but they were the same knights who had faught for Arthur and for Camelot and they would fight again.
 
Earl/Brunor

Earl hadnt even gotten out of the shock of seeing a man in his apartment when all of a sudden he was here after suffering what seemed to be attacks of some kinds. Delusions is what he saw. This couldnt be real.

Looking around, his confusion grew as he felt something tell him that this was normal and natural. He was supposed to be here.

Earl shook his head. No, he was supposed to be in bed resting for tomorrow so he could go to work just like usual.

He felt his face flush as he realized how many women were in the room. For a big guy, he was extremely shy and the woman sitting at the head of the table was especially making his blood rise.

Gulping loudly when she spoke to him, he stammered out,"Well, thank...thank you but I dont seem to understand. I'm not who you think I am."

As he said it, though, he knew it wasnt true. Somewhere deep down he knew he was Brunor le Noir. And, even though she hadnt said his whole name, he knew what that name was and who these people were. And that they were all knights in the service of a mighty king.

And that almost scared him more than the women did.
 
Garrett/Palomedes

OOC: Sorry its been so long, been doing Stage Crew for summer stock.

IC: He heard conversation going on, but it all just passed through his head. Conflict was the main thing on his mind, he couldn't sort it out. He drew his gun, and aimed it at who he thought was in charge, some lady, who had something to do with a lake he thought. He saw everyone else, they started staring at him, not knowing what he was giong to to. His eyes shifted around nervously and quickly, a quick glance, trying to gather all the information. His head darting around like a hummingbird between flowers. His breathing heavy and erratic. People murmuring about him, and himself wondering who he should shoot first.
Then it came to him in a flash like a tidal wave surging over his brain, bringning him all the knowledge he needed. He slowly turned the gun, and put it to his temple, the cold steel pressed against his warm flesh, sending a chill through him. The crimes he had performed, the sins he had committed. It was all so unholy and wrong, he wanted to get out of there, and undo all the wrongs which he had done.

A shot rang out.
 
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