The Tale of Sir Lancelot - part 1. Dolorous Guard

[chevalier_mal_fet]

Characters: Sir Lancelot, aka the Servant Berserker, and All & Sundry
Setting: All Around the Tower
Format: Prose and Action are Both Welcome
Summary: Having just lately arrived, Sir Lancelot is in search of his Master
Warnings: No Warnings at Present. Unless you are a Monster, then look out.

Your world has been destroyed...

Lancelot, for he knows himself at the moment, is largely unmoved by the strange letters. He destroyed his own world long ago.

At the moment he is more concerned with his immediate surroundings, the mysterious clothing (and the collar) on his body, and the absence of his Master. His last memories before waking are of fire, of wind, and of thwarted rage. But he feels nothing now save a grim wariness. If this is indeed a Reality Marble, it is a mysterious one, and might contain anything. If an event caused by the Grail itself, then he can only meet what will come. If a device of his Master's-- Lancelot finds himself less than pleased with the idea.

Alone in the room where he has woken, he wastes no time in materializing his armor, and, as the situation seems an unusually urgent one, his sword. Both are as black as ever. His helm he leaves, as in carrying his blade he will be known regardless. He does not open the chest.

Reaching out to his Master, Lancelot is gratified to detect a faint pull. He will follow it, wherever it leads.


The Dormitory Hallways
Lancelot makes his way along the hallways nearby, but not limited to, 3-02. Any monsters he encounters, he will fight and slay. Any people he encounters, he will speak with.


The Cafeteria
Unable to pinpoint his Master's location, Lancelot proceeds to the bottom of the Tower. He is intrigued by the Cafeteria, and also by the idea of eating, which he has not done since he was living. He finds the idea of eating food in this place to be problematic, as he wonders if it might not be cursed or enchanted in some way. Being reared by Faeries will leave one with such ideas. Still, he's aware how important it can be to abide by the rules of magic in a possibly magical place. You'll find him stirring his oatmeal contemplatively.


Floor 10: The Aquarium
In the midst of continuing his search, Lancelot is distracted in the Aquarium. Water draws him like nothing else. He finds it calming, even now, in spite of his agitation at following his Master's poor prana signature. This water, obviously enchanted as it is not contained, is full of life. He shouldn't dally long here, but the sight is lovely, and it's difficult to resist stopping a moment.


Floor 25: The Meadow
This would indeed be an odd place for Lancelot to find his Master. Usually, the magus huddles unseen in dark corners, sewers, alleyways, and the like. He's searched in such places, and slain some few Monsters in the process, but has yet to find his Master. Still, there is a refreshing breeze here, and no obvious threat.

Comments

[greyerrant]

Loken pauses and asks, "If your king was a just and kind ruler, would she not have approved of your love anyway? Surely it was something that she herself could not have managed, and a King needs an heir, after all, even if conceived by... different means." He wonders if this is a cruel question, but it is one that has made him wonder since the beginning of this tale. After all, not everyone can just create sons from gene-engineering material like the Emperor did.


"My name is not known at all. For the purposes of the Imperium at large I am dead, a secret of history and it must remain that way forever." He shakes his head. He misses walking in the light, and fighting wars that everyone could see and take part in.


When his offer of the Emperor's Mercy is refused, he nods, "Your service to this man, is it compelled by sorcery? Or is there some more personal reason you are willing and able to serve him?"

[chevalier_mal_fet]

"I myself was raised as a child by a powerful woman-- a Fae queen and sorceress. But men of my era, they did not see women as powerful beings in their own right, as war leaders, or rulers. It was not considered meet for a woman to even be a Knight-- and so Arthur lived as a man. Her marriage to-- it was meant to assure the people and lords of the stability and blessing of Arthur's reign. No one apart from her closest Knights knew of this.
It was an injustice to them both, Arthur and his bride, but they bore it for the sake of the kingdom and the peace.

It would not have been possible for her to publicly approve. Perhaps the situation might have differed privately, had I not failed to confess without being forced by scandal."

His own cowardice and willingness to delude himself rankle, and the idea of a child being made between them in love, all three in agreement, is painful. Lancelot briefly shadows his own face with his hand.

"My name is known, but in what way I am sure you may guess. I cannot help but feel that yours should be better known, for surely you are as perfect a Knight as any I ever knew in life.

When I breathed my last, it was with the wish that I prove myself once more, that I seek a higher ideal. There is a place, known as the Throne of Heroes, where all Champions who have such strong and lasting hopes gather. When my Master performed the Summoning, I chose freely to answer his call. I hoped to prevail at last.

The only sorcery I suffer unwillingly is the Madness he placed upon me-- I have borne it and even hidden within it, but it chains my mind until al I can think of is rage and murder. I desire victory, and I am reckoned second among Servants, but my Master displays a lack of faith. I do not require this spell to triumph. He is a weak and sickly man, perhaps he thinks to hurry me towards our goal. I cannot say.

I hope convince him, in this place, to release me from my Madness."