ᴡᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ. ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ. )) echo

[Light]

The court of Camelot was fabled to be a work of art in the words between commoners. To see it, you had to be a noble, a knight, or a criminal. The party of one that had requested an audience with the king was held tightly by a blue traveling coat, a white cross-like symbol covering the expanse from edge to edge. He walked quietly, and if for not being announced, none would know he was there.

Pulling down the hood, he breathes out a hot breath of air, the cold outside having constricted his lungs. Kneeling, he places a fist over his heart and bows his head, "Honorable King..."

[~echo~]

Ulfmarr Pendragon gazed at the person before him, his gaze slightly interested. "Rise," he said somewhat lazily. He shifted his weight to the other side of his throne and looked at a guard for a moment before looking back at the man. "What can I do for you, sir?"

[Light]

The man pushes up from the ground and stands, his eyes lowered and his hands hanging by his sides. "I come on behalf of the church, your majesty, with a request that should, if you approve of it, better Camelot."

[~echo~]

The king looked slightly more interested as he watched him. "Go on. Do not speak in riddles, I have little time for such things."

[Light]

"Of course," he nods his head, his blue eyes lifting as he examines the king, "We have come to an agreement, that the bandits have poisoned the land for far too long," he drops his eyes again to the ground, "We wish for your permission to purify Camelot of their poisonous influence and disastrous ways, by wiping out their resistance."

[~echo~]

The king thought about this for a minute, two, three. Finally, he nodded. "Yes, I quite agree. We must purge our land. What is your plan of action, sir? And your name?"

[Light]

"My name is Fortè, your Majesty," answering his question, the young man continues in his calm, court-fluent voice, "To answer your question; If we give the people something else to focus on to make them rise and persevere, they'll set the threat of the bandits aside. The ruffians rely on terrorizing the people, and if they can't do that... then they'll get desperate, and reckless, which will give our churches warriors the chance to eradicate them."

( Kinda like a bully--when the victim finds something more important, in this case god, to believe in to get them thru, the bully isn't as 'satisfied' and finds it harder to demoralize them. He's basically asking to start a religious fervor first. )

[~echo~]

(Cool xD btw, what is your belief?)

Ulfmarr nodded. "Interesting. I think it'll work."

[Light]

(Meh, nothing particular really. Kinda go with the flow)

"We have high hopes and pray that it will," he bows at the waist at the end of his words, and raises his gaze again.

[~echo~]

(Okay, so not Christian, Atheist, or anything beyond? Agnostic? Because, just so you know, I don't like my religion being disrespected or anything I don't think you'd do that though.)

Ulfmarr nodded. "I shall send a knight to check on your progress, sir."

[Light]

(Nah, I'm cool with the whole religious thing. The only time I get heated up about it is if I have to wear a dress. Then stuff goes down.)

"He is most welcome, as any other that you would send to us," he raises from his bow slowly, "I shall return then, and inform the others of your approval."

[~echo~]

(Haha :3)

Ulfmarr dipped his head. "Send the next in," he said. "Your knight will arrive in a fortnight if it is favorable to you."

[Light]

"It is." Fortè turns on his heel quickly, his arms disappearing under his cloak, "Fare thee well, King Ulfmarr." he heads towards the exit to the hall, his hands grasping the hood to secure it over his head.

[~echo~]

(Okay timeskip now?)

[Light]

(Ja. It can be to where the knight is arriving at the church)

[~echo~]

(I don't have a knight but I could use a noble who the king sent instead because all the knights were preoccupied. Is that alright?)

[Light]

(Yeah! That's like, perfectly fine. use whatever you have/want to~)

[~echo~]

(It'll be a girl)

Merlia Clow and an accompaniment of several of her personal guards approached the church. She had on a lovely blue dress and her hair was tied in a ribbon. She stopped her horse near the front door and dismounted, gesturing for her guards to do the same. She entered the church and looked around for somebody. She clutched a letter in her delicate hand with the crest of the king in wax as a seal.

[Light]

A bell rang somewhere on the vast grounds, and several bodies scurried from the main church building to several different ones, tomes held closely and curious looks aimed at the new arrivals.

Fortè walked out of the same building as the stream lessened, flanked by two other men in pastel robes with a blue sash. He glances to his side and hands his book to one of them, the man leaving with it. "Welcome, Guest, to our humble grounds of worship."

[~echo~]

Merlia, not one to be particularly religious, gave a quick curtsy in respect and handed him the letter. "From the desk of King Ulfmarr the Bear, Our Sovereign and Rightful Ruler," she said officially. "As he could not spare knights for this.. venture of yours, I am sent in his stead to watch over this crusade."