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[Mordred Dante]

OOC - Feel free to control Mordred's men!



The child stood by an old tree, so thin and fragile that if he put any more weight on it, the tree would snap. But he was gentle, because he felt that he was one with nature. The world provided for him, so he would provide back when the time would come. The day would come when he would be buried in its soil and then literally become a small part of it. The boy tended to be careful when it came to nature, with the respect and such, but there were such things as accidents. The startling blue irises of the child were fleeing over the plains, headed in the direction of the castle where he had last sent one of his men, under strict orders to seize Morgana’s maid. Mordred couldn’t remember her name, but soon enough he would know it.

Soon, he would see movement coming, through the wide meadow. He could see well enough that it was expected company, but could not make out whether the tasked man has been successful with his given mission. Instead of standing around and waiting to find out, the boy turned swiftly and headed down the hill back to the campsite. Several of the others got up to their feet but with a wave of his hand they sat back down, grateful at the boy’s kindness. Mordred continued onwards to his tent, soon to enter. There was a small box made for sitting, especially with the soft cushion on top. He took his seat and would then wait for the men and hopefully the woman he had asked for in the first place.

[Guinevere Leodegrance]

Gwen had been sweeping the floors of her humble home when the door had suddenly fallen in and landed with a large 'Thump!' on the ground.
At hearing the thump Gwen put down her broom and headed slowly towards the door to investigate.
She cautiously stepped outside of her house and looked around. Suddenly, without warning, a hand grabbed her and covered her mouth while another was binding her wrists together.
"Mmmmm!" she screamed into the hand, but whatever words she was going to say where muffled by the rough hand.
"You are going to listen to me." a husky voice whispered into her ear - she could feel his breath on her neck, "I'm going to remove my hand now, if you scream I will kill you! Do you understand?"
Gwen slowly nodded her head and the hand was removed from her mouth.
"I demand you let me go!" cried Gwen.
The man holding her snorted and put a blindfold around her brown eyes.
He then led her along, she had no idea where she was going and the gravel got caught on her bare feet.
The ground seemed to change as it soon became less gravely and more dirty.
"Where here." growled the man as he removed my blind fold.
I looked around and saw that I was in some sort of campsite.
"Master Mordred. I have got the maid!" shouted the man.

[Mordred Dante]

OOC - I decided to have Mordred kid around a bit. I hope it would be all right with you!

He heard scuffling footsteps and smirked, then. That sound would mean that the men had succeeded in bringing the maid. Quietly, he would sit on the box, crossing his legs and folding his hands together, and watched the entrance carefully to outline the shadows outside. He would see two men and a woman in the middle, apparently bound. “Bring her in,” he said calmly, also instructing them to untie her but to secure her firmly.

When the woman entered, the boy calmly demanded, “Take a seat,” while waving a hand to offer her a seat. There was an old box sitting in the corner, but it had magically moved to the center before Mordred, although not too close. He looked up, then, at the men, who were apparently too interested to take their respective leaves. “Go!” He said sharply to them, his expression serious. He returned his attention back to the woman upon their departures. “My name is Mordred. I know you are her maid.” He said sharply, but he definitely had patience. The boy studied the woman’s face before continuing onwards, but with a smirk. “Where is my mother,” he asked calmly, but it sounded like he was a little angry on the side. He was also being quite serious, even though he knew the woman he was about to inquire the whereabouts of, wasn’t really his mother. He just wanted to see the maid’s reaction for his own amusement. “Morgana? Surely, you have worked for her, are you not her maid?”

[Guinevere Leodegrance]

Gwens brown eys widened as the young boy before him said the Morgana was his mother.
Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
"Mor-mor-morgana?" stuttered Gwen, "I... Yes, I know Morgana."
Gwen took deep breaths, trying to wrap her mind around they fact that this child was claiming that Morgana was his mother.
This child had kidnapped Gwen, so Gwen though that his intentions couldn't be anything but sinister.
This wasn't the first time she'd been kidnapped before though, and he knew - or at least she hoped - that someone would be on there merry way to rescue her.
Gwen smiled awkardly to the child.
"Morgana - Your mother - is missing. She was taken by some one by the name 'Morgause'." Gwen said, trying to seem confident - trying to cover up the dark feeling of fear that was bubbling up inside of her.

[Mordred Dante]

He smirked, watching her reaction. He knew she would be surprised, and he was certainly glad that he got her off her rocker, for now. He nodded, as if to confirm that Gwen’s statement about knowing Morgana was true. Well, after all, if she was really the woman’s maid, then obviously she should know. He watched as she breathed in deep several times, apparently baffled by the boy’s little white lie. In time it would be true, he hoped, that Morgana would really be his mother by mean of adoption. But he needed to find her first, and this maid might be the key to at least starting.

She smiled, awkwardly. He smirked, mischievously. But then he frowned when she finally answered the inquiry about her whereabouts. “I know she was missing,” he snapped, angrily at first, but then he regained his senses and became calm again. “I’m aware someone might’ve taken her. Though, I didn’t think it would be Morgause.” For a moment, he would remain quiet, almost appearing sad while he was in his thoughts. Then an idea popped up, and he knew it was too crazy to not work. “Mother said,” he started, looking up at the maid again, “If I ever met you, I could have you as my servant, too.” He put a finger up to his chin and appeared to ponder. “But, I don’t know. You might try to hurt me like you probably hurt her.” He was aware someone had hurt Morgana, and also aware that it wasn’t actually this woman sitting before him but a particular man.

“But then again, I need a guardian.” He stood up and pranced around the woman, examining her. “And you might have to do for now until we find Mother.” Then he bent down to whisper into her ear, sharply and in a way to knock some more fear into her, “But if you hurt me like you hurt Mommy, I will hurt you back tenfold.” He basically growled that warning into her ear but it was barely audible, only the two of them within the tent would’ve heard it. “Understood?” Now he had come to realize he didn’t know the woman’s name anymore than she didn’t know his. “I’m… Mordred. Who are you?”

[Guinevere Leodegrance]

"My... my... My name is Guinevere, but everyone calls me Gwen."
Gwen looked up at the young boy. Her chocolate skin was shaking with fear.
She tried to look confidence as she said, "I have never hurt Lady Morgana! And I never will! And I refuse to believe that Morgana would have just offered me around like a piece of meat!" exclaimed Gwen.
She would have stood up, she was not bound to the chair so she could stand, all though her hands where still bound together.
She was now looking down at the young boy.
"Anyway, even if Morgana had said such a thing - I am no longer her servant! When Morgana was taken Uther re-assigned me to Lady Sasha! I am now under her control, not Morgana's or anybody else's!"
Gwen's chest was falling and rising rapidly as she stood and stared at the boy.
All though Gwen's outburst seemed confident, it was really a spur-of-the-moment thing.
She was no quite afraid of that reaction 'Mordred' would have. But she refused to be his servant. She was Sashas servant!
There was something off about what the boy had said that was off.
Gwen knew Morgana, and all though she had been acting strange before she dissapeared, Gwen didn't think that she would ever do something like that.

[Mordred Dante]

ooc - I'm sorry for the long response. And also, sorry that Mordred's being cold in this particular post. He's trying to scare her enough to get her on their side for the time being.

The child only rolled his eyes, folding his arms while looking at her from head to toe. “Eh, you wouldn’t do, anyway.” He said with a light shrug of his shoulders before turning on his heels. “I don’t want a stubborn mule as my servant.” He grumbled under his breath. “I guess the guards would have to come back and tie you up until we could figure out what to do with you. I couldn’t kill you, Mother would surely be mad.” Although he wasn’t aware of how strong the friendship between Morgana and Guinevere could be, he didn’t want to risk anything by doing such a stupid and reckless thing. He glanced out through the slit of the entrance, looking at the small group of people sitting outside.

“It’s getting cold, though.” He muttered, his mind racing for a moment or so. He certainly didn’t want the woman getting sick on account of him. It would’ve also been rude, since he had been sick himself and Morgana had actually tended to him. “But then again,” He shrugged once more as he turned to face her. “I can’t really trust you with anyone.” He rounded about the maid and then sat down again. “You say you would never hurt her. But you did. By becoming loyal and faithful to yet another woman, who is not Morgana.” He gave her a stern look, as if he was about to scold her. “Mother would certainly feel like you’ve betrayed her if and when she comes back.” He placed his chin in his hand, thinking again. “Hmm… You’re coming with us. Guards!”

The men returned, peeking into the tent casually. Mordred knew they had been eavesdropping, though. “You heard me,” he said to the men, to their surprise, and then continued on, explaining. “We’re going to have a little party. We are going to search for Morgana, high and low, without end, until we find her. The other men can stay behind and protect the women and children long enough until we get back, but the four of us can go on a lovely adventure. And since Miss Guinevere would not act as my own servant,” he added resulting in the men’s disappointment where he raised an eyebrow at just that, “We can leave her behind where she will get lost. Or better yet,” He said as he turned and smirked at the woman, “Gone. Forever.”

[Guinevere Leodegrance]

OOC: Sorry mine ones are so short!!!

Gwen shook with fear as Mordreds final words flew into her ear.
"But- but- No..." mumbled Gwen rather uselessly.

She was torn. She could stay here and probably die, or she could protest - and probably die. The only option that did not involved her NOT dieing is if she became Mordreds servant and went with him to find Morgana. The only problem is she wasn't sure if he'd take her now.

"No... I'll go... I'll be your servant! I'll be... be good... please just don't leave me to die! Please..." exclaimed Gwen.

Gwen thought that tagging along and being his servant wouldn't be so bad. She'd hopefully get to find Morgana.

"Please - let me come with you..."

[Mordred Dante]

He raised an eyebrow, as if confused by the woman’s reaction. He knew perfectly well why she was acting the way she was, although he wasn’t expecting that exact reaction. Then again, people were very unpredictable. Even the boy couldn’t predict his own actions now and then, despite his being a sorcerer. “Well, then.” He said calmly to her before turning round and facing the guards. “Prepare a tent for her, but one of you is to remain by her tent to ensure she does not escape.” He had pointed a scolding finger at them.

Now that his attention was back on Guinevere, he turned around and tilted his head. “We will start trekking tomorrow. For now, we shall get rest. You do need to know some of us, after all.” He lowered his head down in a bow, although he wasn’t intending to take such an action for her. He was only bending himself low enough so that their faces would be at the same level. “I am Mordred,” and then he paused, wondering if he could continue to pretend that he was Morgana’s son, just long enough until they would find her. After all, Guinevere could very well go against him in the end if she knew the exact truth. He knew he had introduced himself earlier but he figured he would try and emphasize his identity a bit more.

So, in a matter of seconds, he decided to continue. “Son of Morgana and unknown father.” Another moment of pause had emerged, and then the boy glanced to the side of the tent, nodding his head. He had beckoned into midair a tin tea pot, and it floated towards Guinevere with grace. “If you are thirsty after your long and tiring journey here, why not make some tea for the two of us? I prefer green tea, if you do not mind.” He nodded calmly at her before he exited away from the tent to check on the people. But he let out a soft whistle in where the ropes binding Guinevere's hands would then fall off, as if they had never been tied in the first place.

[Guinevere Leodegrance]

OOC: I said that the tea cups, etc. where there.

Gwen smiled grimly as she lifted her hands and found them un-bound.
She grabbed the floating tea pot then she looked around not exactly sure what to do. She saw a table that had been behind where Mordred was sitting. On it was two tea cups and all the equipment Gwen needed to make tea.
She got up and started to make the tea as she had many times before.
Green tea, she thought, that used to be Morgana's favourite.
She had finished the teas, and she looked at the two cups before her. She was so tempted to spit in his, but Gwen decided against it as she did not wish to anger him.
Her eyes felt so heavy and her bones ached so she sat down on the chair and fell asleep.
Just for a little while, she thought.

[Mordred Dante]

OOC - Sorry it took me a while to reply.

“Sleep on the job, why don’t you?” A stern voice rung out in the small tent. The boy had returned about half an hour later only to find the kidnapped servant snoozing away in a chair. He smirked before reaching for his cup of tea and then taking a sip. It wasn’t really good, but it wasn’t so bad, either. The young one went around the woman towards his own chair and took his seat casually while watching Guinevere. “You know,” he said calmly, “I wonder if you miss her. I’m sure she misses you, too.” He was of course referring to Morgana, but felt that he didn’t need to keep saying that she was his mother. Otherwise, Guinevere would probably realize something was up if he kept on. “I guess you may have some questions.”

[Guinevere Leodegrance]

OOC: We should wrap this up soon.

Blue Eyes. A knight. A Prince. Her love. Come to rescue her?
Wolf Eyes. A noble. A shape-shifter. Her friend. Going to kill the king?
Brown Eyes. A servant. A damsel-in-distress. Her. Filled with tears.

Gwen awoke with a start from her distant dream that was still as clear as day as she became more and more awake.
She shook her head, their would be no knight-in-shining-armour to rescue her, unlike the time when she was kidnapped by Hengist, when she had two.

Mordred's stern, sharp yet still boyish voice was what had woken her.
She looked up as he took a sip from the tea she had prepeared.
“I wonder if you miss her. I’m sure she misses you, too.” Mordred had said.
He was obviously refering to Morgana.
"Yes, of course I miss her." said Gwen groggily, still half-asleep.

As Mordred inquired into if she had any questions, Gwen sat up straight, waking up.
She lent her head forward as a sign for him to continue as she did have many questions - escpecially those about Mordred being Morgana's son.

[Mordred Dante]

Mordred simply raised an eyebrow, watching Gwen as she stirred and came to fully. He took a seat near the exit, only in the case that the servant might try to run if he was instead sitting in the back of the tent. Although, he knew he could easily use his magic and ironclad the exit but he knew he wouldn’t be quick enough. Servants were usually very fast, that was how they had those decent jobs working under others, and so he wouldn’t know just how fast this particular one could be. “So, Guinevere,” he started, glancing at her, “Where do you think Morgause could’ve taken her, my mother?”

[Guinevere Leodegrance]

Guinevere's mind reeled as she tried to think of anything that may help.
Gwen didn't know anything about Morgause so she honestly had no idea.
"Umm... I'm not really sure..." muttered Gwen, knowing that she wasn't much help.
Gwen hoped that when Mordred found out that she wouldn't be of much assistance (and may even slow them down) he would send her home.
Though Gwen knew there was also the possibility that when Mordred found out, he would kill her as to make sure she didn't talk.
Gwen fiddled with her hands nervously as she waited for what would happen next.

[Mordred Dante]

OOC - Sorry about the long reply.

Mordred eyed her more carefully. He was already standing up and leaning so close to her face that their noses would practically be touching. But his eyes suddenly furrowed and his voice became sterner, almost fiercer. He spoke in such a cold way that if it was possible, and he made sure it was, he would’ve intimidated the servant to no end. “I will let you go, since you’re worthless right now. But report back to me every. Single. Night. You will have chores to do, after all. Such as washing my clothes, cleaning up some things around here, and not only that, but I would want you to bring some food from the castle for the camp here. We haven’t caught anything for days, and all we’ve had to eat were cockroaches and bark. I could’ve used my sorcery, but magic isn’t always for personal gain.” Indeed, though, he would’ve used it if he could, but to be honest, he couldn’t conjure up anything any time he wanted to. If he didn’t do it right he could’ve conjured up something dreadful by accident, and it would’ve been his own fault if anyone had been harmed in the process. “I’m warning you, Guinevere. Keep your mouth shut. You dare to tell anyone, and I will have my guards seize and take you where you will never return home.” It was a firm warning, but one that he hoped she would take seriously.