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Still having issues thinking of a Turn Order,  or of some method to organize posts. . .

This post was divided into a LOT of sections, and thus there a bit of an order to them.
	First you will want to read the top most section- this is the intro.

	Next you will look for the section that includes your character, this will provide more information important to You.

	You can read them all, but not all of it is important for every player. . .

	(If you dont see your char names, or your group listed, you will be in the Last section, the soldiers nobles and knights of camelot.)

	I will NOT respond as Knights in this fashion, and I should be the ONLY person who has the permission to "Double Post" (As I will respond as Knights, such as Sir Gawain, differently then I form GM posts. Just for the sake of redundancy)
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[h1][color=#f4ad42][Center] After the Fall of the Once-Gold Stronghold [/Center][/color][/h1]

	It's been Four and a half years since the fall of King Arthur, and near six since Lancelot's betrayal. Most of the knights lay dead wounded or corrupted by curses unforgivable, and what little pockets of resistance that remain simply are candles waiting to be blown out.   It is at this time many young heroes, each with their own desires and reasons, have flocked to the epicenter of the dark clouds  staining Britannia's sky, the once-emerald fields now a burned and worn brown ash and mud,  The trees long since petrified and all life seems to scatter at the sight of steel and leather. 

	As the foreign knights approached, all they saw from the caravans of soldiers and supplies was what remained of the near shining fortress that was Camelot, now half dirt mound half ash, it seems as though the once great kingdom tore itself apart in grief and defeat without the once and future king to guide them. whether you came on the west or eastern road, your view was the same; A broken down and scarred gate, held by soldiers who looked just as broken as the stones around them. All that was once strong and lively had lost all value, save but the few that remained more stubborn than Arthur's so-called legacy. One such person was Sir Gawain. In the middle of the training grounds, fighting six to one, was an average looking man with sandy blonde hair and a common look to him. He stood his ground fearlessly, even though he was only armed with a simple quarter staff and the training soldiers were allowed training swords and shields. 

	[color=#cc0000]" Come on then, is this all you have to offer Camelot?! Your families, homes, friends and people are here in this city, and you cant even scratch me!? What will you do when the black banners and their men tear down that gatehouse?! Put your heart into it! See me as one of their twisted soldiers- As if I had just slain your wife or friend, Come on!"[/color] his call almost shook the training ground- his bellow like the beat of a drum, and almost in response, the men fighting grew more intense. A perfect reminder, The knights of the round table weren't just knights, and it wasn't just the king who ruled. It took every knight, and every man on the table to make Camelot great, and Gawain was one of the best. 

	The Training picked up into a rhythm after that as the caravans passed it into barracks and stable quarters. It is here the stories of the 2nd round table begins, and the stories of the new knights of the round table, the rivalry between Pendragon and Du lac, and the revelation of the traitor in their midst as began here, but lets not get ahead of ourselves. 

 [h2] [color=#f4ad42] [center] The Foreign Knights [/center] [/color] [/h2] 

	Despite the massively different country sides you came from, the mountainous and hilly western Britannia home to the Welsh, or the low rolling plains in the east that is home to the Saxon, the land you know and love is green and lush, bright and alive, if no less dangerous. This land? It was dead, or maybe even still dying. From the grass, to the people. The once fabled "Golden Kingdom of King Arthur" is now just a big patch of blood, dirt and muck, that even the most trained of warhorse refuses to become comfortable with. Nothing can thrive here, Not even insects. The air itself seems heavy with the promise of violence and decay. Even the sky is black, and clouded like deadly smoke, as if it too sought the death of all life.

	It was a few weeks after the news of the stronghold of King Arthur having fallen that you were all shipped out,and most of you were in the caravans that had seen scant remains of the knights of Camelot, a very sad sight to behold compared to the one silver and gold armor that paraded on bright white horses, heralding banners and lances with a shield displaying a proud gold dragon coat of arms. Now it is bleak men in faded armor, with faded leather and mottled horses. Where you stand is your choice form here on out, but there is more than plenty to do. In this section of the large, if slightly ruinous, city is the military district. A large complex of fields, barracks, ranges, and the tracks. Currently you are either in the Welsh envoy, or the Saxon envoy respectively. Both large barracks come with a stable, and many rooms for knights. outside through the large oak and stone halls is the training yard, were many racks and dummies stand for practice and weapons handling, a smithy for repairs, a small chapel, or for the welsh a small circle, for prayers and offerings, and lastly a kitchen. You were not given any orders yet, and [color=#cc0000][b]Sir Gawain[/b][/color] seemed a bit busy on your entrance.

[h2] [color=#f4ad42] [center] The Rulers [/center] [/color] [/h2] 

	Both Lady Pendragon, and perhaps slightly misled, noble Du Lac had been in Camelot since the fall. Both had intended to confront Sir Gawain and reveal the truth and ask for aid, however since the nightly attacks started there had been little time to talk and convince others. It has been hard the past few months, fending off what seemed like both man and monster from the gates of Camelot. Having seen both of the impersonators in close combat, these two have more than enough to worry about- "How are we supposed to fight two being that fight with the skill and ferocity of entitled Round Table Knights?!" The Answer was simple, and it didn't take a phantom to tell them.

	They had a very simple first goal before them. By day gather strength and support, and by Night fend off the gathering waves of enemies. Simple, but far more difficult than most realize. Despite of this, these shining examples of skill and leadership also remained as torches in the dark for the men of Camelot, even under false names. They, along with Sir Gawain, are all that's kept the knights and soldier of Camelot fighting. they were in the upper-reaches of the barracks, sharing one with Sir Gawain's own men. they had ample room and small squads of soldiers themselves. Just what could they be up to?

[h2] [color=#f4ad42] [center] The Traitor [/center] [/color] [/h2]
	The Black Banner has many agents, and many means by which to influence the other factions, but none so devious as Camelots Traitor. Both mighty and Vain this traitor fits right in with some of the strongest still left in Camelot, and is not easily found. Regardless, orders are orders, and lately they have been very simple. Stay hidden, Find the heirs, discover which is the true heir, and which is the pretender, and kill what remains of Pendragon. You have tools remaining at your disposal, now all you need to to id find and kill the Pendragon child. Surely they cannot be too old- likely just a lad or lass in the streets, or perhaps already guarded by knights- they could only be about 5 years old- sheer child's play for the person who poisoned the king. Or perhaps not. 

	Sadly, the traitors information is shaky at best, and while they know the Du Lac child was aged with magic, they know nothing of the poor Pendragon heir who shared a similar fate. Though, the traitor like can deduce the Du Lac Heir has no idea they were raised with speed via Magic. There was no alternative. They simply wouldn't be old enough... Of course this makes erasing a misled heir easier.  Then again, who knows just how much the Pendragon heir has to protect them? Merlin did go missing upon Arthur's death, Perhaps he, once again, has hidden a Pendragon heir among knights much like he had done with Arthur himself when he was younger. no matter the cause or outcome, The Traitors loyalty to Camelot is not to be questioned, all of their actions had been done for the sake of a more stable, less corrupt kingdom, one with true virtue and values, not led by liars and sneaks. Perhaps this was not the most Honorable method, but disloyal and dishonest bastards do not deserve a honorable death. Who knows what the Traitor might do next?

[h2] [color=#f4ad42] [center] The Changelings [/center] [/color] [/h2]
	Who knows who made or trained the Changelings, and why they would return to the world of man form the fringes of the Fae Lands, but one things for certain. There was quite the few, and Fae iron left most of these abominations useless and broken in the dirt and mud. They were a welcome addition, and they arrived before the Welsh and Saxon knights, and had seen the condition of the crumbling kingdom.

[h2] [color=#f4ad42] [center] The Druid, and The Green Knight [/center] [/color] [/h2]

	Never did the forest advise aid to the free men of Britannia, but when nature calls and whispers there were two who answered the call. The Noble spirit of Chivalry, valor, and Strength, also known as The Green Knight, and a magical priest and healer from the verges of Bedegraine, a Druid by the name of Traherne Derwen, or as the Welsh Know him, The Iron Oak. They heard the pain someone had put Britannia in, and knew of the virtues King Arthur once sought after. Reacting to the plea of Britannia herself, they came down form the north to bolster the ranks of Camelot, in hopes they might yet save the land from the coming tides of darkness.

	They were welcome with open arms by most... Even Sir Gawain did not flinch at the sight of an old foe, and set aside his malice for the old faith to welcome both- though he did not linger despite his better efforts to be hospitable. It was no secret Gawain did not like the Green Knight, though he never spoke of the tension he felt for the being. Most just assumed it was because the Green Knight was a reminder that not every beast of the old world was so easily slain. Gawain was content to let the stories lay, and never bring up the truth. He was not Honest sir Galahad, nor Noble sir Percival, what use does a knight of Honest, other than the steel of his blade and the strength of his sword arm?
	
	 He did not mind the Druid as much as the green knight, however, the druid was not without his faults. Men and women who hide behind 'shields of faith' are those unsure of how it will end. Gawain was sure he knew how it would end, and was sure how all would end. It was not based on some plan based on a gods design, or some random circumstance. All of this Magic and faith nonsense was a poison, but then again so was mead and ale. Like any man, he allows people to drink their poison and enjoy it while they can. It will only make life more miserable in the end. He was sure life for the druid here would be no different, and it was of no secret either of how much Gawain thought little of men of the faiths. He did however have to admit, while the Green knight was strong, the druid looked rather intimidating for a simple mage. Large and robust, and a near mountain of a man. Perhaps there was hope for him yet?

[h2] [color=#f4ad42] [center] The Blood Knight [/center] [/color] [/h2]
	Not a lot of people like Gawain's squire, being more brash and arrogant than the slayer of beasts he certainly has the weaponry and strength to uphold the legacy of his current master. However, he's been given his own charge and task, but who's to say he can survive his trials? Regardless, much like the Rest of Gawain's men, he was likely in the yard with Gawain, training. He will have seen the many caravans finally arriving, if a bit lacking on manpower.

[h2] [color=#f4ad42] [center] The Soldiers, Nobles and Knights of Camelot. [/center] [/color] [/h2]

	It has been a rough decade. The death of the king, the loss of so many knights, and especially the loss of the Queen, who's whereabouts are as of yet unknown, and now the division of the lands into nearly 8 different factions as bedegraine threatens to swallow it all.. Its too much to handle for the common folk. It's a weight like thousands of bags of grain weighing you down. They was dark to most, to the men and women of Camelot, there is no light, and what small glimmers of hope are easily put outs, such as they had seen with King Leodegrance. 

	Those who haven't lost hope are divided and are more interested in fighting each other in the streets over who was right, The King or the Queen. Those that arent so self absorbed in trying to gain rank and station are admirably helping Gawain try to fight back the hordes of monsters outside threatening to tear it all down.  Gawain is right about one thing; These nobles need a reminder that the common folk are more important than pompous prissy dressed up cowards hiding behind hired thugs, but slaughtering them or letting them be slaughtered isn't the way to see justice done, and in the end those little fights mean nothing if Everyone dies. Even then, however, what does anything matter if the attacks never end. . . ?