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by **Skallagrim** on Sun Mar 09, 2008 3:06 am

Wolf blanched, a look of disgust washed over his face, "Arthur? King Arthur, A land without a king, king without land, that Arthur? I see your vainglorious selfishness hasn't left you. I believe your pride is how you lost your kingdom once. How does the legend go? Oh yes, right makes might? Well you have disabused yourself of any claim as a righteous and honorable king "

Sipping the martini, he looked at the man, shaking his head slowly, "Clearly the legends that proclaim you as anything great have been greatly exaggerated." Settling back in the chair, Wolf knew that Everett was angry, as long as he had known the Norseman he was a man who lived by his sword and that was a bond of honor that defined his character.

Wolf also lived that way, they had been invited to a dinner, the last dinner for many of them. Regardless of what happened after they left this table, the invitation was extended in what Wolf perceived to be an honorable last huzzah. A chance to meet the one who could possible remove your head, a warriors last feast.

Exhaling angrily he looked at the shaken butler, "Another martini please."

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by **Kargoth** on Sun Mar 09, 2008 6:47 am

Alex grinned at the newcomer.. "Arthur huh? Well then your "highness", how's your sister?, and what about your kid?..nice job though ruling Camelot though..." he says sarcastically as he turned back to the table and took a drink from his mug of rum, sighing wearily.

"I might be alot of things, some pretty bad, but i've never lied about them.." he states to the viking looking fellow who also seemed to dislike the so called "King"

by **NewArthur** on Sun Mar 09, 2008 7:05 am

Arthur laughed at the comments that were made, he always got this from all immortals how he had been written through out history as a great king of Britain, when he was not.

"I think you find that your information is quite wrong" Spoke Arthur as he took a seat at the bar "I never was a king, just written as one, i never was selfish with my provinces in england, i tried to bring prosperity and happiness to those that i ruled, i was betrayed by my closest friend and the Christian faith, that did nothing when the Saxons attacked and sacked my provinces, the king i ruled under was a weak fool that brought its destruction"

Arthur then turned to the man that had talked last "Even an immortal such as your self should know that we cant have children, that that is one of are curses, that we are all here to fight for are mortality than that we may have children and grow old, and there never was a Camalot just another myth brought about by history"

Taking a whiskey he turned "Now any more questions about my past or is that all"

Arthur then turned to the room he stood in, in the center stood a large table, made of British oak, finally varnished, at least 300 years old by the carvings. He then turned to the men and women that inhabited the room. There stood the lady from early looking beautiful as ever, and the Norseman that looked at him with that glint in his eyes of hate and mistrust, was it that he carried his blade Excalibur, which no man touched.

All around it seemed that everyone had that weary look about them that he a pagan could just by pass the laws of there holy ground. Arthur just sat there and savored his whiskey.

by **Myth** on Sun Mar 09, 2008 8:09 am

Claudia chuckled. "Well spoken and well met, Arthur Pendragon." She turned and surveyed the others. "Seems you've made many enemies already." She moved to one of the chairs and dropped gracefully into it, and leaned her cane against her leg. "Not that I can blame you for not wanting to be parted from such a good companion as Excaliber."

She dropped a hand onto the top of her cane. "My own sword never leaves my side, no matter where I am." She chuckled again, and lifted the cane into her lap. She pressed a hidden mechanism near the top of the cane, and the top moved an inch, with a soft noise like air bieng released. She gripped the cane top, an ornate carving of a arabian horses head, and pulled out her Arabic Saif. The light glinted off the scimitar's curving blade.

"I wouldn't be foolish enough to leave my sword at home," she explained. "I'm already at a disadvantage, being a woman, and not as old or experienced as the rest of you." She gave a coy look to the immortals around her. She sheathed the scimitar again, the mechanism locking with a click. "I'll keep it tucked away till I need it, then," she spoke. "Now we just have to wait for the others."

by **Irish Wolf** on Sun Mar 09, 2008 9:24 am

"By Odin's blind eye!" Everett nearly shout, "Have none of my Immortal brethren have any honor left!? For this last feast we were requested to leave weapons at the door. Are you two such gutless swine that you can't have supper without them! Are you so full of yourselves to think your above the rule we make for our own meetings!

Everett stood, his mead on the table, muscles flexed. His huge frame black out one of the lights. "Now" he spoke in a voice that could carry across a battle field, "Put your blades with the rest of the noble weapons resting at the door." His tone left for no argument.

by **Kargoth** on Sun Mar 09, 2008 12:16 pm

"Actually, that part about the church makes sense..i've found in my many years theres no such thing as a decent religion, modern religions tend to be a great deal more treacherous though.."
He tilts his head at the screaming immortal "Indeed, though one can never be to carefull in these times when the youngest of our kind use..unusual methods to achive victory, besides, honor has neither kept me warm or with a full belly." He places the blade in the corner, "So..is this all thats left after these many years?"

by **Stormkeeper** on Mon Mar 10, 2008 6:14 am

Daniel tilted his head as he watched the events unfold before him. "You have my thanks, Strongbear. I did not doubt for an instant that you and Wolf would honor the agreement." He rose from his spot, motioned to Willikins, and whispered in his ear. The butler nodded, then turned and went out towards the front of the house. "If you will all follow me, we shall move to the dining room ... once you have all divulged yourselves of your weapons."

Once they had done so, he led them to the dining room, whose center piece was a long rectangular table, which had been set for the feast. A single crystal chandelier provided illumination for the room. Waving a hand at the table, Daniel said, "Please. Sit yourselves as you will. Allow me," he said to the lady, drawing the chair for her to sit. Placing himself at the head of the table, he snapped his fingers, and servants came out bearing the first course, a simple Caesar salad. As they did so, Daniel said, "As we are all Immortals, I feel that it is irrelevant to use our aliases. My real name is Daniel Evans." He left it open for anyone to take up.

by **Skallagrim** on Mon Mar 10, 2008 8:06 am

Wolf sat down after the young lady had been seated, eying the first course a thin smile crossed his lips, "Wolfgang Mulder at your service sir." Looking at one of the servants, Wolf asked for another martini, as the servant left he focused on the few Immortals at the table.

"I believe there are others that are not yet at this table, when and if they arrive I will be honored to meet them." As the martini arrived Wolf smiled and raised his glass, "A last repast amongst friends, for there shall never walk this green earth another clan such as we." His voice carried as he toasted those seated at the table.

by **NewArthur** on Mon Mar 10, 2008 8:26 am

Arthur followed stopping in the entrance hall, he unclipped, his sword belt swinging it up into two hands, he said a small pagan pray, he laid it on a table close to the others.

He then followed the rest moving to a chair next to the women

"Before i sit, i would like to apologize for my earlier actions, it was wrong of me" Arthur spoke standing by his he gave a short bow, then sat down, and watched the others come in.

"A last repast amongst friends, for there shall never walk this green earth another clan such as we." Toasted Wolf Mulder

"A toast indeed friend, and let are lives be written through out legend for eternity's to come" chimed in Arthur.

by **Kargoth** on Mon Mar 10, 2008 9:19 am

Alex took a seat next to Arthur, and toated away with them, smiling "Never again shall such a gathering take place, for we are the children of the gods, and may they smile down on you in this life and the next.."
"So..your really the Arthur of legend then?" Alex looked sideways at Arthur "Looks like the poets are going to miss out on your greatest achivement yet then." he said with a knowing wink, "Ah..I forget my manners, I am Alexander of Macedon, known commonly as Alexander the great..though that life is long behind me."

by **Skallagrim** on Tue Mar 11, 2008 3:02 pm

"Alexander the Great?" Wolf said mid-bite, "I've always wanted to test my blade against you. Perhaps you'd do me the honor. Shall we begin the gathering, facing off?" Wolf was eying the man now, his eyes flowing over the others form. Noting his build and size, Wolf figured Alexander most likely a quick fighter, not one to use a heavier blade.

Smiling, at those on the table, "However Alexander and I shall not divulge our location." As he finished his eyes locked on to the figure of Tim, the younger immortal who seemed brash and quick to anger.

by **Kargoth** on Tue Mar 11, 2008 3:39 pm

"Indeed..though not the "historical" one, I did all the work, and one Demitri Tskari got the gloy-by my will, I hated the whole administrative bit personally..but thats all behind me, now Im the founder of "Sparta arms and armor inc".."
He thought about how he'd managed the powerfull weapons company, and how much he'd given to charity as compensation.
"If you wish, and indeed we will not." he said as he popped another bit of steak in his moulth as he finished "And what about you?" he asked the hulking immortal.

by **Skallagrim** on Tue Mar 11, 2008 4:24 pm

Wolf smiled, "Nothing as exciting I am afraid. I am a poor knight who has grown an investment business the last fifty years or so." Taking another bite, Wolf looked at the rest of the table, "I suppose after this repast, Alexander and I shall be off. I am sure by the end of the evening the news will report on of our...lidless bodies somewhere."

Wolf looked at Everett, "Be safe my friend, perhaps I shall see you again." Wolf continued his meal, eating silently as the excitement of battle was slowly filling his veins. As much as he hated to admit it, he enjoyed testing his skill against others. If the stories about Alexander were true, the man was a wily and skilled sword fighter. Wolf looked at the man again, wondering what kind of sword he would be using.

by **Kargoth** on Tue Mar 11, 2008 6:04 pm

Alex nodded his agreement with wolf "Thank you for the fine meal, it would be terrible to live so long, only to die with an empty belly." He wiped his moulth and stood up, pounding the left side of his chest and bobbed his head in salute.
He then walked to his flamberge, a uniquly crafted one, made to be lighter than its normal counterpart, and walked outside, into the night.

by **Skallagrim** on Tue Mar 11, 2008 6:13 pm

Wolf and Alex had exchanged the location for their fight. A small warehouse in the docks area.

Wolf had arrived, and after a moment sent the limo away. Standing in the gloom of the orange-yellow lights of the building he stripped off his jacket. Opening the door he found a small box and placed it there. Unsheathing his war sword he cracked his neck and back. Exhaling gently he walked further into the inky dark of the warehouse, every sense on edge, ears straining for a sound. Finding a relatively open area, Wolf stood, waiting patiently, the war sword held blade down, the tip almost touching the concrete.

Wolf waited for Alexander, for them the gathering had begun in earnest.

by **Kargoth** on Wed Mar 12, 2008 1:19 pm

Alex pulled up in front of the proscribed dock warehouse, a tired but happy look on his face as he remebered all those he'd killed, and was happy that when he knew this would be the turning point of his life he'd made a last will & testament that would hopefully save as many lives as he'd taken.
He entered the warehouse with his flamberge over his shoulder, his leather jacket keeping the worst of the cold from him. He spotted Wolf soon enough, and greeted him as a fellow warrior after he took off his jacket, setting it on a nearby table.
He smiled grimly as he faced off against his opponent "Well then, shall we dance?" he said in an attempt at morbid humor.

by **Skallagrim** on Wed Mar 12, 2008 4:21 pm

Wolf heard Alexander approach, as he did so Wolf lifted his war sword and assumed a right hanging stance with the sword. The hilt of the sword rose to equal position with Wolf’s eyes, the long 44 inch blade hanging downward at an angle. The way the sword was positioned it allowed it parry a blow to the head with the hilt and cross guard. The way the blade angled it would intercept blows with the flat of the sword, the sharp edge faced the on coming Alexander.

The triangle created by the sword arm and shoulders allowed either the point or hilt to be lowered to parry as necessary any attack the approaching man would initiate, depending on Alexander’s angle of attack. From here Wolf could strike diagonally upward, allowing a parry in passing or meeting Alexander’s possible outward attack and closing inside of him.

Wolf’s lead leg, the right leg bent slightly at the knee, lined up with the right elbow. The left leg extended backward, the left foot facing forward, the knee bent slightly ready to spring in a forward pass of guard or retreat backward in a pass shifting stance to allow the guard to be taken in the left position if need be.

Standing there waiting, watching for the movements of his opponent, Wolf knew he could cut at Alexander or close with him if need be, as well as defend in order to gain a better position to an inside guard.

Exhaling slowly, the swordsman felt the world slow as he focused on the approaching shadow, the condensation of his departing breath indicated that the night had cooled considerably. Every sense of Wolf strained, his eyes following the shadowed form. The faint light glinted from the blade, the Gathering had started.

by **Kargoth** on Wed Mar 12, 2008 4:48 pm

{Edited}
Alex shifted his weight from one foot to the other, he moved his 49 inch long blade gave him a distinct reach and power advantage, then he charged, swinging diagnol left/right, then reversing the swing as it reached its peak, going into a short stab for Wolfs stomach, and bringing it into an overhand chop, his ridged blade whooshing as he dueled Arthur, as his chop ended he pivoted around on his ringt foot as he dropped to his knees, attempting to sever Arthurs legs, then quickly leapt up and back, then rushed Wolf again, this time leading with a horizontal slash, he lunged forward at it's apex, turning the brutal cut into a quick, powerfull stab.

by **Skallagrim** on Wed Mar 12, 2008 9:09 pm

Wolf waited patiently as Alexander the Great charged him, swinging the flamberge in a left to right diagonal slice, suddenly reversing the swing and stabbing at him.

Alex shifted his weight from one foot to the other, he moved his 49 inch long blade gave him a distinct reach and power advantage, then he charged, swinging diagnol left/right, then reversing the swing as it reached its peak, going into a short stab for Arthurs stomach, and bringing it into an overhand chop, his ridged blade whooshing as he dueled

Wolf, who hadn’t moved, bent his knees slightly, rolling his hips he shifted his weight allowing the war sword resting in the hanging guard to shift slightly blocking the thrust with the flat of the blade. When the quick thrust was done, the great sword reared back into an over hand chop, falling forward toward Wolf’s head.

Shifting stances and passing guard, as he did so Wolf went from a right guard to a left guard, the cross piece of his sword rose slightly with the flat of the war sword catching the descending blade. Wolf’s sword bent slightly and thrummed from the impact. The force jarred Wolf along his arms and into his chest. As the blades disengaged, Wolf slide back again passing guard and switching to a right handed hanging guard. The slashing flamberge was headed for Wolf’s legs, but the position of his guard allowed the flat of the blade to easily blunt Alexander’s attack.

Arthur, as his chop ended he pivoted around on his ringt foot as he dropped to his knees, attempting to sever Arthurs legs, then quickly leapt up and back, then rushed Art. again, this time leading with a horizontal slash, he lunged forward at it's apex, turning the brutal cut into a quick, powerfull stab.

The Great was again attacking Wolf, rushing forward with a horizontal slash, and at the last possible moment Alexander was drawing his arm back and stabbing forward.

Wolf simply passed the guard to the Great, stepping inside with his left foot towards the outside left of the advancing Alexander, as he did so the great war sword swung in an upward diagonal from the lower left knee of Alexander, slicing upward toward the right shoulder. As the sword cleared the shoulder, Wolf planted his left foot pivoting around, allowing his right foot to lift and plant behind the man who had just charged.

Allowing the momentum of the war sword to torque around and drop in a downward diagonal from left to right slashing across the man’s exposed left side. This move left Wolf standing slightly behind the Great, his body and sword again in a hanging left guard.

The two quick slices along the front and left side of Alexander could be damaging, but as Alexander’s flank were exposed to Wolf, he torqued the war sword up over his right shoulder, and dropped it along the rear exposed leg of Alexander in an attempt to hamstring him.

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