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The Spoils of Avalon (1 threads, 806 posts)
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    Social Thread 0 Featured September 28 , 2003

    An Arthurian Role Play about a voyage of immortality. ...
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    The Queen's Thoughts
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    Author: * Perlecia Agis - 40 Posts on this thread out of 65 Posts sitewide.
    Date: Oct 15, 2004 - 12:58

    ~Gwenivere~


    I watched, as each took a turn with the sword. The woman warrior, Sebile, had first courage to try but her tiny hands were not as big as her courage and she failed, leaving her a severed hand. She had turned to care for the wound, leaving the Sword in the hands of Bors. Could it be, the enchantment was meant for the Knight-errant, Sir Bors? I believe that a Sword so magical could belong to him, he has always been so generous and kind. It should be a return to him for his honest heart and loyalty to his King and his men. Arthur should be so proud, if it is to belong to Bors.

    Bors looked at the sword, barely able to get a good grip. Perhaps it was not so magical, perhaps it would only be for the Knight of skill and grace. I looked across the small bedroom and met Lancealot’s eyes. There he stood, I think he too, had high hopes that Bors would be the chosen one for the Sword and magic belt.

    Looking at him, bring me back to the divine madness of passion I had felt. Who am I kidding, the passion that I still feel. As the Queen, I have earned and deserved Arthur’s love. Somehow, it wasn’t enough. Lance could still send sanguine filled shivers through me with a simple glance across the room. His love wounded deeper than Arthur’s, leaving respective wounds inside.
    I swear on that sword that Lance seduces me into confrontation with some of the deepest conflicts I have inside of me. How could I think these feelings and still stand by Arthur’s side, nothing but a big farce of a Queen whose love for her king was not as deep as the burning groin of a young knight. Resisistance is impossible.
    I suppose my battles are worth the trouble, precisely on account of the beauty of my beloved's Arthur’s soul who I don’t want to shatter and the fulfillment I experience just looking at Lance. Selfish of me, ...I know. No wonder love's reputation is clouded. God help me.

    Arthur, Gawain, Bruenor, Galahad, Bors, Lancealot, Mordred, Percival, so many gathered around. And there they all stood, each waiting for a turn at the sword with the magic belt.


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