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Sarah Morgane

"I fight for my people and my faith"

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a character in “The Prince and the Shieldmaiden”, as played by Butterfly Effect

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{ Q U O T E }

Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing, and so they give their lives to little or nothing. One life is all we have, and we live it as we believe in living it…and then it’s gone. But to surrender who you are and to live without belief is more terrible than dying – even more terrible than dying young.

-Joan of Arc


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Preliator|Globus



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Image Name: Sarah Morgane
Title/or Moniker: Holy Knight, Scarlet Commander
Gender Female
Age: 28
Species: Human
Class/Occupation: Warpriestess
Description:Standing at five foot five with golden blonde hair, lightly tanned skin covered with scars and bruises, with piercing blue eyes.




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Likes: Fighting, reading, helping and defending others, water

Dislikes: People that harm innocents (especially women and children)People that are false, People that won't open Thier minds to new ideas(or to her ideas)

Strengths: Faithful to her allies, fighting with a sword and shield, leading in battle and in church

Weaknesses: smart mouth,rebel, can have a temper,

Personality:. Sarah is normally a kind gentle soul caring for her people but she is also a rebel with views that differ with her superiors. She can get angry if she feels her rights or beliefs are threatened.

Quirks and Habits: Sarah is known to be a tomboy and unladylike.





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Land/Kingdom: Brydain
History: Sarah was born in the small coastal town of Loedenia. She was the youngest of three and the only girl. When her mother passed away while Sarah was still young it left only her father and brothers to care for her.
So she grew playing with her brothers roughhousing and getting into trouble. She learned to hunt, swim, and fight and enjoyed it. But as she grew from child into a young woman her father knew she needed to learn to be a lady.
So began her service as a priestess. Though Sarah hated it at first she learned though the years the power the church welded. So she spoke for change and woman's right to fight. This mostly fell on deaf ears until the war...
During the war the city of Loedenia was raided even the church was raided. The priests were murdered, the priestess including Sarah where beaten and Thier innocence taken.
The foe moved inland leaving Loedenia a broken shell. Until Sarah stirred the people declaring a new order and revenge. So the Scarlet Order was born Sarah's own brothers the first to join eager to kill the men that abused thier sister.
The newly formed band surprised the camp of raiders killing them and winning the first of many battles. The Order grew as more joined men and women eager to fight and die for Faith and Nation.
But now the war is over and the Scarlet Order and Sarah thier leader stand on shaking ground between heresy and heroism. So now Sarah faces something that could prove deadlier than any battle she has been in as She heads to the capital hoping the King and church will support her knowing well a heretic's death could befall her if she fails.

So begins...

Sarah Morgane's Story

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The Scarlet Temple, City of Loedenia



A lone figure kneeled before the shrine. The light of a hundred candles danced on her armor as she whispered her prayers. Prayers for the fallen, prayers for the living, prayers for herself...

The sound of creeping door and a flood of sunlight caused the woman to turn.
" Forgive me sister for disturbing your prayers but a letter arrived from the capital...From the Patriarch." Spoke the man that entered.
"Nothing to forgive dear brother" assured the woman as she stood with a smile. She took the letter opening it...

To Sir Sarah Morgane, Knight-Commander of the Scarlet Order:

We extend to you our apostolic greetings and our thanks that you now, at this war's conclusion, have of your own free will sought the sanction of the One True Church and are prepared to submit an explanation for your actions. You are hereby welcomed to the Capital where you may speak before Us and His Grace, King Brynjar, King of Byrdain and Protector of the Realm. We heartily look forward to your arrival.

His Excellency,

Julius Gadfael

Patriarch of the Church in Byrdain and Chancellor to the King


She looked to her brother " He will meet with me....Tell my honor guard to make ready we must leave at once" she said moving toward the door.

"Sarah wait! You can't go before speaking to father and you will not go without me!"
" Marcus we have gone over this with Daniel's death in the war you are all father will have if I parish on this quest."
"No! I can't sit here knowing you are in danger!"
" Enough! My word is final now to gather my guard!"

Marcus knew more words where worthless so the siblings parted...

Sarah blinked at the light as she walked though the city bows and calls of "my lady" came from all around. She nodded and kept on until she came to her father's house. The ragged man smiled as he saw his little girl embracing her. Sarah returned the love.
" I leave for the capital father" Sarah said.
" Your brother said as much be safe my girl.. and worry for yourself and not for me" her father replied

A sound of horses... The honor guard. "We are ready when you are Ma'am"

Sarah mounted her horse " farewell father and tell Marcus.."
" Of course.." her father said with a knowing smile.

Sarah turned riding off her guard behind. All but one guard... one that first nodded unseen by Sarah to the old man...To his father.

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Capital City Augusta



The people looked on as Sarah and her guard rode into the great city. The sun gleamed off thier armor as the wind blew their scarlet capes and the pure white banners emblazoned with the symbol of the scarlet flame. The people stood some in awe some whispered amongst themselves.

Sarah herself was awed by the size of the city much bigger then her home. Her Scarlet warriors seemed to be just as enamored by the city as she was gazing at the sights around them. But thier awe was soon broken by a voice...

"Welcome to our grand city! I am to show you to the King at once" spoke a man of the King's guard who added " My men will take care of your horses"
"Yes I am eager to meet with the King and Patriarch" said Sarah after dismounting

Soon the horses where lead to the stables as Sarah and her guard followed the King's men.

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The royal palace was like nothing Sarah or her followers had ever seen. Even the temple back home could not compare to it. Sarah took in everything as the royal guard led them closer to the throne room. It was then that Sarah and her guards noticed the man walking towards them.
Marcus eyed the man and his sister he could tell they had both pegged this man as the King even before he spoke. He seemed friendly... almost too friendly as he spoke.

"A pleasure to meet you your Majesty" Sarah replied with a bow. She then grinned, " Now if you refer to the rumors of me killing a hundred berserkers with one slash I can assure you it was only fifty" she paused for only a moment before adding " But in all seriousness I'm sure you, the patriarch and I will have much to discuss during my stay here."

Maybe not the best time for jokes thought Marcus as he watched and listened.

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Character Portrait: Lelinus Augustus Character Portrait: Evangelina Character Portrait: Ingrid Jorvikdatter Character Portrait: Beorn Clovermaen Character Portrait: Julius Gadfael Character Portrait: Sarah Morgane
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Leo felt his wife's grip tighten and saw the way she looked away in anger. His gaze fell upon the servant. Ah, He thought. This would need to be rectified. Ingrid was their princess and if they had their way, their future queen. It would not do for her to be slighted like this. He sent a glare the servant's way and he was gratified to see him squirm.

"Protocol please," he murmured before smiling at Ingrid and kissing her hand, "Do not worry, love. I will not exhaust myself. A part of me hopes the rumors that she can perform miracles is not just peasant gossip. I'd love to not deal with this every few months."

He squeezed her hand, "You speaking to her might be better. I do not know how she feels about Northmen, but it's a chance worth taking. If she is inclined to Brynjar's way of thinking, we cannot do anything about it. Take Beorn with you. He can be of some help. She would respect a monk at least."

"But, Lelinus. You are still weak," Beorn objected. Leo smiled mischievously. He gestured the servant who fidgeted nervously.

"Don't worry, I have someone to help me around."

Beorn suppressed a snort. Well, he'd learn not to slight Ingrid at least.

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"It is good to see you, Ser Morgane," Julius told the young woman with a slight smile. It was rare to meet someone who showed him respect with no hidden contempt or guile beneath the smile. He walked beside her as they made their way to the throne room, ignoring the king's maid. It was well that Brynjar reminded her of her place.

"I have heard nothing but good things about you, Ser Morgane, but forgive me for having to question you on your doctrine. It is my solemn duty to safeguard the orthodoxy of the Church in His Grace's realm," he noted. It was good that she recognized their authority, he thought, but there was no harm in a subtle reminder of the power of his position. Still, all would be well as long as the knight was not confronted with the king's... faults.

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Brynjar had taken the lead as they walked with their esteemed guests towards the throne room. Brynjar sensed what Julius was up to as he addressed Sarah. "You are welcome here for as long as you would like to stay." They had arrived and Brynjar took his place on the throne. He glanced to the man who stood silently at her side. It truly was quite the oddity to have this warrior priestess in their midst.

"You will surely have plenty of time to get things sorted with the church." Brynjar began. "But I must tell you there is a great deal of curiosity and intrigue surrounding you. Killing berserker was a rather mild rumor on a list that seems to grow every day. My court would be pleased to be acquainted with you. If you are not opposed, I would enjoy holding a feast and masque in your honor." Brynjar spoke with a small wave of his hand.

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Sarah didn't know what to think she had expected an Inquisition not a party or honors well at least from the King. The patriarch on the other hand hid what seemed a veiled threat in his honeyed words. She felt like She would have to be most careful with her words around him.

Marcus on the other hand trusted neither of them. The both seemed too friendly but he was in no place to advise his sister now. He watched hoping Sarah would know what to say.

"I do wish to answer all questions that I can...As soon as I can. But Who am I to refuse the hospitality of my King?" Sarah responds. She then adds "but If I may I wonder would it not be easier for you, your court, and I to get to know one another if we where not hidden behind masks?"

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Sarah's dress: http://www.eviltailors.com/4885-home_default_2x/peasant-dress-desert-beige.jpg
Marcus' outfit: http://s957.photobucket.com/user/rawrrealloud/media/WarriorofLightredmagDFF.jpg.html
The masks: http://t08.deviantart.net/etutpd2Aa1JG50ddPd2uRleAxcE=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre05/ae44/th/pre/f/2014/131/5/4/leather_phoenix_mask_by_artisanleatheruk-d7hzn8a.jpg

"I hate these things..." Sarah complained as she dressed.

" Don't worry dear sister I'm sure the king has spared nothing to please you" answered Marcus from the next room

Sarah sorted "He's just trying to show off he wants me on his side...Or more likely as his tool...And you don't dear sister me you shouldn't even be here. You're lucky I didn't punch you when you revealed yourself to me.

Marcus signed " I'm here to protect you on Father's wishes I might add..."

Sarah grumbled " lets just get this over with" Sarah said putting on her mask

Marcus put on his matching mask " Now let's light up this party with our fire!" He said leading the way to the party.

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Character Portrait: Lelinus Augustus Character Portrait: Evangelina Character Portrait: Ingrid Jorvikdatter Character Portrait: Beorn Clovermaen Character Portrait: Sarah Morgane Character Portrait: Marcus Morgane
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"You speak as if I'd care. You misjudge me," Beorn mock accused with a smile. The way she spoke of dancing made him desire to see her dance even more, "Of course I think of you dancing.... You seem like the dancing type. If you wish, we can dance here or I can show you the garden. It is bare, but life is slowly returning. Or you can show me how to really dance here. Tonight, I do not much care about the opinion of those around me."

He was feeling reckless tonight. It was unnusual for a reserved person like himself, but what was the harm in taking a chance every now and then?

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Leo nodded in understanding. Things with his brother had been dull lately, but the danger was still there both for themselves and the people around them, particularly in the course they had decided to take. As of this moment Lelinus was the heir to the throne and one of the few voices that could challenge his brother. Tonight, he would have to find a way to speak to Ser Sarah and convince her to support him or at least oppose his brother.

"I am sure he will be willing to take a little time tonight to help you," he told her before smiling at her words. He took her hand and kissed it.

"We shall, my lovely Fjellborgan wife."

With that said, he entered ballroom with his wife, looking for all the word like he was the happiest he had ever been and to tell the truth, he was. The sting of his father's death had lessened and the feelings that were growing between him and Ingrid were enough to make him feel like he was walking on air. As he entered the room, he spotted a couple dressed in red. He smiled brightly at them.

"Good evening." He greeted, attempting to match their lower facial features with his memories and drawing a blank. He shook his head.

"I cannot guess who you are. If you are the legendary knight and her brother, then it might be providence at work." He jested.

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"Seems word gets around..." Sarah said giving her brother a look "I did say masks where a bad idea..."

Marcus chuckled " Careful you may be talking to the king now and just insulted him."

"I don't think so...I know voices..."

"Ah dear sister we are being rude talking amongst ourselves"

Marcus turned to the man that greeted them "Do forgive us good sir and lady I am Marcus Morgane Knight of the Scarlet Order and This.." he gestures toward his sister "is my lovely sister Sarah High Priestess and Commander of the Scarlet order."

Sarah nods then speaks " My brother does love his titles...Now I must ask who it is we have the honor of speaking too?"

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"Yes, I suppose you are right. Forgive me." He told her. Though a servant, Beorn was still rather privileged compared to many others in the palace. Thanks to his affiliation with Lelinus and the church, he was shielded from most people who would happily squash him for any perceived slight against them, but Evangelina was both a woman and a foreigner. He sometimes forgot what that meant.

"Our ways are not so bad," he continued, placing a hand around her waist and leading her on to the ballroom floor as the music played. He smiled brightly as new notes joined the melody and in a sudden movement, he brought her into a slight dip before bringing her back up and giving her an apologetic look.

"Sorry, I should have warned you."

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"Oh, this is a surprise. I had only been jesting. I am Lelinus Augustus, Prince of Byrdain and this is Princess Ingrid Jorvikdatter, Princess of Fjellborg and Byrdain, my lovely wife," he told them. It was better that he should put her heritage front and center rather than dancing around it. Knights, real knights, appreciated honesty.

"I am happy that you have decided to visit the capital. The court is awash with your legend. I hope that you may see the fruits of your labor in the this time of peace ahead," he told them with a smile. It was a calculated probe. If this priestess was willing to leave the war with Fjellborg in the past, then she could be a valuable ally indeed. She'd have to see Brynjar for what he was, however. A virtuous knight would not brook rebellion. Not without just cause.