Originally Posted by
Clark Sparks
"I bring news yes but none are slain. We've reached an agreement with Lancelot and he should be able to convince his fellow knights. Speaking of which, is this one of them?" Clark asked Weaver, pointing at the (now) human sized Squire Parquagh.
The Weaver looked quizzically down upon Peter, as if cycling through various trains of thought.
...IT IS A CLEAN WEAVE YOU WEAVE CLARK SPARKS NEVER FEAR I HAVE ONLY LARKED WITH THE BOY HE LIVES AND BREATHES YES LIVES AND BREATHES HIS LIFE SPOOLS FURTHER AS YOU SAY HE LIVES AND BREATHES LEAD ON AZURE CHAMPION LAPIS-LAZULI LEGIONNAIRE LEAD ON...
Originally Posted by
Sir Lancelot
Within moments, they reached the gates of Camelot. Lancelot puts up a hand signal, and the drawbridge comes down. "Common courtesy, even though most of you are gifted with flight it seems" he told them.
As the drawbridge rumbled southward to the party, The Weaver began to clap softly and spake his rhetoric to the world at large.
...YES IN THIS LAND OF COURTESY RIGID RULES COURTESY IS COMMON WITH COURTEOUS CARE THE COMMON MAN CAN COME TO BE A KNIGHT ARMORED IN COURTESY CHIVALRY AND EXOSKELETAL STEEL-CARAPACE YES A FRAGILE LIFE AND WORLD THE VOID WOULD REVEL IN ITS TEARING FORTUNATE WE WEAVERS AMATEUR AND VETERAN ARE HERE...
They reached the interior of the castle, The Weaver oblivious to the stares of any servants or guardsman. Perhaps they noticed the Castle Xanadu ceiling-banner he wore, or were unnerved as he muttered all the way through the building, weaving Entrances when necessary to fit through doors and passageways.
Originally Posted by
Merlin
"HALT!" exclaims the wizard, walking towards them. "I am uncertain of your intent. The future is clouded, as if some tremendous problem makes the future itself uncertain. You may be the cause, your quest may be the cause, or it may be something else. Nevertheless, since I cannot gleam your purpose, I have cast a spell upon my chambers. I shall guide ONE representative of your group there, and if the spell sees him as worthy, he will enter unharmed and may claim the items you seek. But no more and no less, dare you jeopardize my ability to defend this realm."
Originally Posted by
Hummingbird
"Him?" Hummingbird asked, noting the pronoun that if taken literally would exclude herself, Circe, and Ultra Rogue. "But how will you know who is the right person to guide to your chamber?"
Originally Posted by
Thor
"One may only wield Mjolnir is he has proven himself as worthy. If no one else would step forward, I shall answer the challenge of your spell, mage. Through the blessing of my father, I shall prove myself worthy once more!"
He rubbed his fingers through his purple shawl absentmindedly. The others began to state a claim over worthiness. But this bored the Weaver. He wasn't interested in proving himself to another's concept of Worthy, he saw things for how they were. What would a spell know? Ultra-Rogue and Sage seemed to share his ambivalence. Then others began to place the first vote.
...DEDUCING WITH DEDUCTION IT IS PITEOUS THAT WE SEE KNOW SO LITTLE THE BOY FLATTENED AND SMOOTHED BY WHAT MEANS A NUMBER HERE CAN WEAVE THIS WEAVE THESE SPECTERS CONNIVE WITH CUNNING THEY ARE DRIVEN BY THIS DESTRUCTION PONDER PONDER PONDER IT IS UNFORTUNATE UNJUST THAT ONE MIGHT BE UNJUSTLY ACCUSED...
...MY JUDGEMENT AND VOTE FALLS TO THE GASTRAL-GHOSTS AS THE GUILTY BUT IF I MUST CHOOSE A FIRST PUPPET OF CHOICE THEN I REGRET TO DEIGN DEX-STARR, THE RAGE-SPITTLE WEAVER MY FELLOW SCULPTOR...
...THIS AT THE LITTLE-LEAST WILL ROB THE VOID-DÆMONS OF A VERSATILE WEAPON AND OUR FELINE FRIEND FROM A FATAL PAINFUL FATE UNSEEN AND UNDESERVED...
OOC: Vote for Dex-Starr