OMFG ROFL!!!!

Im reading "The Book of Sir Tristam" and its hilarious. Who here has read twilight? I know the book is HORRIBLE to the UTMOST digree, but the way they praise Tristan's looks remind me of how the author of Twilight praises Edward on every second word, LOL

Ooo, give us some quotes! Is Tristan totally dreamy? This is awesome--we're going to have a great Tristan. And NewArthur wants to play the High King himself. Awesome, awesome.

Jadeling, is that your last post for Alanna? It seems like a good conclusionary post. I love all these motifs of change: a sunset, drying the Lake water off of her, cutting her hair. Lovely!

Aiki--I'm very pleased with the way you write, because you give lots of detail, and then you cut to the chase conversation wise. I may just reply once with what Lance says--and we can wrap up this puppy. Wow!

It COULD be my last post with Alanna, but does not necessarily have to be. I was pretty pleased with it, and it does seem pretty conclusionary ^^ But it does seem like Lance and Alanna should have some sort of final words. So like I said, it COULD be the last one for Alanna in this game, but does not have to be.

And I'm glad you liked the symbolism It's a personal favorite literary technique of mine. Woot!

Now, what I know of the actual Tristan and Iseult (Yseult, Isolde, however you please) story:

Brief facts: Tristan is cornish, Iseult is Irish. This story is actually older than and probably influence the Lancelot/Guinevere/Arthur triangle. Depending on whose version you read, the potion lasts either a lifetime or three years. Does it matter? Not particularly, but it's fun to know.

The summary:

After beating up some ugly knight, Tristan is considered such a pimpin' He-man by his Uncle and newly crowned King Mark that he is chosen to dash off and pick Mark up a babe for a queen. He's told to get the prettiest Irish lass, so he goes to Ireland and ends up having to slay a dragon that was going to eat this totally hot chick with blond hair and green eyes who winds up being the woman Tristan brings back to be the Cornish Queen. On the boat ride back, however, fair Iseult's mother-aunt-some-magical-relative brews a love potion for the lass to drink to ensure that she loves and is loyal to her new husband. Shockingly enough, with two hot young people on the ship they accidentally drink it and are stricken in love. Oops!
Iseult gets to Cornland and becomes the queen, meanwhile she and Mark's nephew consummate like bunnies. Even though this is normally considered bad, the couple are freed from responsibility because they drank the magic bubbly and have no choice but to shack up. Mark's advisers repeatedly try to have them caught and prosecuted and sued for emotional duress, but phail every time because Iseult and Tristan are just too clever for them. Oh, and despite the affair and all Mark, Iseult and Tristain all hold love for each other as father figure, son, kind husband who doesn't have to be, wife, lover, etc. But Mark eventually discovers the affair and tries to catch them, and when he does he decides to have Tristan hung and Iseult put through a trial by ordeal and then tossed up in a leper colony (despite the fact that he wuvs them so much). Tristan escapes in manly fashion and rescues Iseult, then they dash away and live in a forest next door to the castle rather than, say, moving to a different country. Shockingly enough, Mark finds them again but they all make their peace and Tristan agrees to return Iseult to her tender loving hubby and leave the country.
At this point, some stories have Mark suddenly shove a poisoned lance into his nephew (who was playing a harp for Iseult), who then dies, and then Iseult of course has no use in living without him so she dies to.
In other versions, Tristan then runs along to Brittany, where he marries some other hot chick who is also named Iseult but has dark hair and white hands. He doesn't love her, of course, but she's hot and named Iseult. Close enough.
Eventually Tristan is stabbed with the poison lance, either while saving some OTHER hot chick from six mean knights or just in casual war by someone with a poison lance on hand, but the ending is pretty much the same. Tristan is poisoning to death, so he asks his buddy Kahedin to go back and retrieve Iseult (the one he likes) thinking that she can heal him with her luffles, and says that if he has her on the return sail then to put up white sails, and if not then to put up black sails. Meanwhile he has his wife, who apparently doesn't mind the fact that her husband doesn't love her, care for him and sit by his side to wait for the other woman to arrive.
Iseult agrees to come along and save Tristan, and they come back with white sails. But sh-sh-sh-shock! Iseult the black haired chick IS bothered by the fact that her husband doesn't love her! So she lies and says that the sails are black and Tristan dies of grief. Iseult the Irish babe comes and sees him dead, goes ':(' and promptly dies, too. For some reason they're buried next to Mark's castle in the garden where they probably did it at least 9000 times, and out of their graves grow hazel and honeysuckle that intertwine and cannot be separated (Mark tries to cut them three times but they keep growing back the same so he leaves them).
In some stories, Tristan and Iseult do not practice planned parenthood techniques and have some spawn. Sometimes it's a son and daughter whom they creatively named after themselves, who go on to have adventures of their own. There's one story called Ysaie the Sad, with the title character being their son, who does stuff with the fay-king Oberon, marries some chick named Martha, and has a son named Mark (lawl wut?).

Teh end!

Wow, thanks for the info Jadeling, much much appreciaed. I think I have a much better understanding now of Tristan from Jadelings post and my research and reading "The Book of Tristam de Lyonesse" Im not finished reading it yet, but I just finished the part ware Tristan meets King Arthur and Lancelot! It was most exciting, Ill have to post it for you:

When this white knight came to the place where Sir Tristram and his companions had pitched their pavilions, he also stopped as Sir Ector and Sir Morganor had done, for he desired to know what knights these were. At that time Gouvernail was standing alone in front of Sir Tristram's pavilion, and unto him the white knight said: "Sir, I pray you, tell me who is the knight to whom this pavilion belongs."

Now Gouvernail thought to himself: "Here is another knight who would have ado with my master. Perhaps Sir Tristram may have glory by him also." So he answered the white knight: "Sir, I may not tell you the name of this knight, for he is my master, and if he pleases to tell you his name he must tell it himself."

"Very well," said the white knight, "then I will straightway ask him."

Therewith he rode to where the shield of Sir Tristram hung, and he struck upon the shield so violent a blow that it rang very loud and clear.

Then straightway came forth Sir Tristram and several of his knights-companion from out of the pavilion, and Sir Tristram said, "Sir Knight, wherefore did you strike upon my shield?"

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"Messire," quoth the white knight, "I struck upon your shield so that I might summon you hither for to tell me your name, for I have asked it of your esquire and he will not tell me."

"Fair Knight," quoth Sir Tristram, "neither will I tell you my name until I have wiped out that affront which you have set upon my shield by that stroke you gave it. For no man may touch my shield without my having to do with him because of the affront he gives me thereby."

"Well," said the white knight, "I am satisfied to have it as you please."

So therewith Sir Tristram went back into his pavilion and several went with him. These put his helmet upon his head and they armed him for battle in all ways. After that Sir Tristram came forth and battle in all mounted his horse and took his spear in hand and made himself in all ways ready for battle, and all that while the white knight awaited his coming very calmly and steadfastly. Then Sir Tristram took ground for battle, and the white knight did so likewise. So being in all ways prepared, each launched forth against the other with such amazing and terrible violence that those who beheld that encounter stood as though terrified with the thunder of the onset.

Therewith the two knights met in the midst of the course, and each knight smote the other directly in the centre of the shield. In that encounter the spear of each knight broke all to small pieces, even to the truncheon which he held in his fist. And so terrible was the blow that each struck the other that the horse of each fell back upon his haunches, and it was only because of the great address of the knight-rider that the steed was able to recover his footing. As for Sir Tristram, that was the most terrible buffet he ever had struck him in all his life before that time.

Then straightway Sir Tristram voided his saddle and drew his sword and dressed his shield. And he cried out: "Ha, Sir Knight! I demand of you that you descend from your horse and do me battle afoot."

"Very well," said the white knight, "thou shalt have thy will." And thereupon he likewise voided his horse and drew his sword and dressed his shield and made himself in all ways ready for battle as Sir Tristram had done.

Therewith they two came together and presently fell to fighting with such ardor that sparks of fire flew from every stroke. And if Sir Tristram struck hard and often, the white knight struck as hard and as often as he, so that all the knights of Cornwall who stood about marvelled at the strength and fierceness of the knights-combatant. Each knight gave the other many sore buffets so that the armor was here and there dinted and here and there was broken through by the edge of the sword so that the red blood

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flowed out therefrom and down over the armor, turning its brightness in places into an ensanguined red. Thus they fought for above an hour and in all that time neither knight gave ground or gained any vantage over the other.

Then after a while Sir Tristram grew more weary of fighting than ever he had been in all of his life before, and he was aware that this was the greatest knight whom he had ever met. But still he would not give ground, but fought from this side and from that side with great skill and address until of a sudden, he slipped upon some of that blood that he himself had shed, and because of his great weariness, fell down upon his knees, and could not for the instant rise again.

Then that white knight might easily have struck him down if he had been minded to do so. But, instead, he withheld the blow and gave Sir Tristram his hand and said: "Sir Knight, rise up and stand upon thy feet and let us go at this battle again if it is thy pleasure to do so; for I do not choose to take advantage of thy fall."

Then Sir Tristram was as greatly astonished at the extraordinary courtesy of his enemy as he had been at his prowess. And because of that courtesy he would not fight again, but stood leaning upon his sword panting. Then he said: "Sir Knight, I pray thee of thy knighthood to tell me what is thy name and who thou art."

"Messire," said the white knight, "since you ask me that upon my knighthood, I cannot refuse to tell you my name. And so I will do, provided you, upon your part, will do me a like courtesy and will first tell me your name and degree."

Quoth Sir Tristram: "I will tell you that. My name is Sir Tristram of Lyonesse, and I am the son of King Meliadus of that land whereby I have my surname."

"Ha, Sir Tristram," said the white knight, "often have I heard of thee and of thy skill at arms, and well have I proved thy fame this day and that all that is said of thee is true. I must tell thee that I have never yet met my match until I met thee this day. For I know not how this battle might have ended hadst thou not slipped and fallen by chance as thou didst. My name is Sir Launcelot, surnamed of the Lake, and I am King Ban's son of Benwick."

At this Sir Tristram cried out in a loud voice: "Sir Launcelot! Sir Launcelot! Is it thou against whom I have been doing battle! Rather I would that anything should have happened to me than that, for of all men in the world I most desire thy love and friendship."

Then, having so spoken, Sir Tristram immediately kneeled down upon

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his knees and said: "Messire, I yield myself unto thee, being overcome not more by thy prowess than by thy courtesy. For I freely confess that thou art the greatest knight in the world, against whom no other knight can hope to stand; for I could fight no more and thou mightest easily have slain me when I fell down a while since."

"Nay, Sir Tristram," said Sir Launcelot, "arise, and kneel not to me, for I am not willing to accept thy submission, for indeed it is yet to be proved which of us is the better knight, thou or I. Wherefore let neither of us yield to the other, but let us henceforth be as dear as brothers-in-arms the one toward the other."

Then Sir Tristram rose up to his feet again. "Well, Sir Launcelot," he said, "whatsoever thou shalt ordain shall be as thou wouldst have it. But there is one thing I must do because of this battle."

Then he looked upon his sword which he held naked and ensanguined in his hand and he said: "Good sword; thou hast stood my friend and hast served me well in several battles, but this day thou hast served me for the last time." Therewith he suddenly took the blade of the sword in both hands--the one at the point and the other nigh the haft--and he brake the blade across his knee and flung the pieces away.

Upon this Sir Launcelot cried out in a loud voice: "Ha, Messire! why didst thou do such a thing as that? To break thine own fair sword?"

"Sir," quoth Sir Tristram, "this sword hath this day received the greatest honor that is possible for any blade to receive; for it hath been baptized, in thy blood. So, because aught else that might happen to it would diminish that honor, I have broken it so that its honor might never be made less than it is at this present time."

Upon this Sir Launcelot ran to Sir Tristram and catched him in his arms, and he cried out: "Tristram, I believe that thou art the noblest knight whom ever I beheld!" And Sir Tristram replied: "And thou, Launcelot, I love better than father or kindred." Therewith each kissed the other upon the face, and all they who stood by were so moved at that sight that several of them wept for pure joy.

Thereafter they two went into Sir Tristram's pavilion and disarmed themselves. Then there came sundry attendants who were excellent leeches and these searched their hurts and bathed them and dressed them. And several other attendants came and fetched soft robes and clothed the knights therein so that they were very comfortable in their bodies. Then still other attendants brought them good strong wine and manchets of bread and they sat together at table and ate very cheerfully and were greatly refreshed.

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So I have told you of that famous affair-at-arms betwixt Sir Launcelot and Sir Tristram, and I pray God that you may have the same pleasure in reading of it that I had in writing of it.

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Sweet eh? lol, I love there lack of hesitation to share their manly luff with each other and kiss each other tenderly upon thine face, lol

As for the quotes of Tristan's Absolute angelic looks, all give you those in a jiffy. Hes also supposed to be the best in the world at playing the harp, and often people think they are dead and in heaven when they hear his angelic voice and masterful harp playing XD

Quotes of Tristan's smexyness:

Now at that time Tristram was about thirteen years of age and very large and robust of form and of extraordinary strength of body and beauty of countenance.

During the time that he was in France he became the greatest hunter in the world, and he wrote many books on venery that were read and studied long after he had ceased to live. Also he became so skilful with the harp that no minstrel in the world was his equal. And ever he waxed more sturdy of frame and more beautiful of countenance, and more well-taught in all the worship of knighthood.

But Tristram shone with such a great radiance of beauty and of youth that all who looked upon him marvelled at him.

"Lord, there are two strangers who stand without, and crave to be admitted to your presence. One of them hath great dignity and sobriety of demeanor, and the other, who is a youth, is of so noble and stately an appearance that I do not believe his like is to be found in the entire world." (the secondone is how the envoy described tristan.)

Those are a couple, there are a couple more if you want me to find them for you, and I take it back, this isnt The Book Of Tristan De Lyonesse, its a different one, lol, my mistake.

I've gotta do homework, but hopefully I'll be able to reply later tonight!

My friends, Kantus has left the building.

Ohh!! Kantus was in tears! Very cute! If Lance had a fanclub, Kantus would president (or he'd have to fight Alanna for that position)!

This is our LAST round of posts, y'all! Apple, are you okay to leave it off with that as your last post for Morgan? Jadeling and Koh--do you still have more to say for Armand and Mennah? I'd say Roryn is accounted for, Alanna is done, Kantus is concluded. Even Marrik is tied off. I'll take care of all my characters.

I've decided--the next post I make will be THE last post! I can't promise I'll do it tonight (homework), but count on it by Friday evening. So before then, I expect it all to be tied off. The only place that doesn't seem quite finished is Mennah and Armand, and so perhaps there would be one more exchange between them? Koh, do you want to post something about Balthazar maybe?

Ahhhh!!! (an excited squeal)

That should be fine DoD. It might make her sound even, decisive. So... will we continue to use THIS thread to plan or will we just completely revamp?

Woo! That sounds good to me ^-^ And yeah, I imagine the thing with Mennah and Armand can finish up right quick here. So Koh, no more dancing around the subject, we've gotta get right down to it if we want Mennah and Armand to be romantic by the next thread (enough so that they have a kid).

Apple--We'll use a different OOC thread for the sequel. Yup.

Jadeling-- Woah! Armand and Mennah are gonna have a kid for sure in the next thread? Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Perhaps we can have a wedding before that happens?? Ooo, how exciting!

I think we may need just one more post from Jadeling for Armand, since it wouldn't be appropriate to leave Mennah doubting Armand's affections for her.

It's not so much a sure thing as it was something we've discussed throughout the OOC thread ^^ I think it would be interesting, but who knows? Anyway, I'm done posting Thanks for the fun, everyone!

DoD, this has been a hugely successful game. Congratulations!

Well, there we have it! "Under the Lake" is officially concluded! Ah, you guys have been great. Thanks so much for joining and sticking with it. I had been reluctant to start it at first, because the legends mean so much to me and I was afraid that they may be butchered in such an effort. But I am sure glad that I did it. What fun it's been! The summer of 2008--I'll surely remember this story as being a major highlight.

But wait! The fun doesn't stop here! There is the whole world Beyond the Lake, as well...!

w00t, are we done now? wow, its been great

A question for the next thread.

In the book I read of Tristan he and Isolde met before the love potion occasion, as his claim to fame was killing a knight of the round that was guessed to be a peer of Lancelot though I forget his name, lol, and during the fight he suffered a horrible wound that wouldn't heal, so he was sent to Ireland to receive healing from Isolde, who was supposed to be the best healer in the world. Now personally I dislike love being formed solely by a love potion, so I wanted to ask wether or not this trip happened, and during the trip Tristan grew fond of Isolde, which is what happened in the book Im reading, but Im fine with that not happening as long as the love starts blossoming before the love potion, but the love potion certifies it, lol.

Also, I wanted to know your plans of Tristan, like when he enters the RP, or do you want him to already be a knight of the round? My guess is he is Lancelot's age, maybe a year or two younger, and he joins the round table when hes 19-20ish, at least in the version I read. So do you want Tristans epic duel and meeting of Isolde to have happened or happen during the rp. In the book read (Link is here: http://www.sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/crt/index.htm Also has Lancelot, but I havent read it yet) Tristan spent a year in Ireland recovering, but if you want this stuff to happen during the RP Im fine with, in fact I kanda prefer it hapening over a much shorter period of time. It might be interesting to RP, because the knight he killed was the Irish Champion and brother to the Irish queen, and he gets discovered and almost killed by the queen and its all dramatic and stuff, lol.

Anyway, its completely up to you, I just want to know ware Tristan is at. before I make his profile, and what kind of changes you want from the version I read. Im not asking you to read it, Ill give it to you in a nutshell if you want me to so you can pick and choose what stays and goes.

HUZZAH! HUZZAH! HUZZAH!

Oh, wow. What an ending! The idea of going full circle being tied in with so many other themes in the game, the lingering hope for a bright future...absolutely amazing, DoD. That was just fantastic. Top-notch. One of (tied with another) the best endings I've ever read in an RP ^-^ Just marvelous.

And I'm so excited for the next game! Be sure and let us know when you've got it up!

Thanks again for the marvelous journey.

<3

^-^ it was a great ending, and I can't wait for then next thread!

Hey, might anyone know how we can get the IC thread moved into the completed RPG library? Jadeling, do you have that power as a moderator?

Aiki—it’s up to you and whoever is Isolde to decide when Tristan and she meet, and how they fall in love, etc.

It’s also up to you on when Tristan enters Arthur’s court. I don’t mind if you deviate from the legends. What you must ask yourself is whether you are willing to wait to bring him in. I think it would be interesting if he joins the Round Table around the same time as Lancelot, and they can be rivals of sorts… of course, they would soon become friends, though (because I like them kissing each other and everything). They must definitely have a duel together. And I love the line about Tristan’s sword being “baptized” in Launcelot’s blood. I love how those old guys wrote the fights—and it somewhat reflects my desire to describe combat in summary, and with the stress on exaggerated emotions.

His affair with Isolde, I believe, should happen later. I read somewhere that Lancelot helped his buddy out by letting him stay with Isolde at Joyous Guarde. And I can even see Tristan’s adventures as being a separate thread from Lancelot’s.

So really, I don’t have many opinions about what you do with Tristan. I trust you to do the heavenly knight justice.

*hopping up and down*
Yay! What next? When do we get to dive into the sequal.
You should know how important this is to me, considering I'm bouncing around like an overly-cafinated child.

I'm still kind of confused as to what the plot of this next thread entails though. I understand where the next generation come into play, but what's the cause for Tristan and Isole?

Okay DoD, I moved it ^^ Under the Lake is now in the Completed RPGs forum. And now we just look forward to the next one!

Sweet! Thanks, Jadeling!

Apple... um, I'm not solid on the plot either, although I do have ideas. But that would be something worthy to discuss in the new thread!

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