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Kid Arthur

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The Decree and Story below is used for playing the PLAYER OWNED CITIES version of Runescape.

The Round Table Clan

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World 103.

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THE ROUND TABLE STORY

Story by Psycotropy
Lore research by Ryou
Edited by Evig Faith
Artwork by LongHair7

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30-Apr-2018 23:42:47 - Last edited on 31-Jul-2018 13:44:45 by Kid Arthur

Kid Arthur

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Hear Ye,... Hear Ye!!!

To the inhabitants of w 103 Gielinor!!
This is a

DECREE

from

Kid Arthur

and

The Round Table Clan!!

The Epic of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table is a tale of passion and nobility, of love and chivalry. However, it is also a tale of death and destruction, of suffering and war. Though, above all else, it is a tale of tragedy and honor.

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Decades ago Arthur Pendragon was not the nobleman everyone thought. Before he met Guinevere, I was sired by him with a peasant girl in Taverly. With a birthmark as my credential for being his true heir, Merlin hid me away on the Eastern Uncharted Islands in order protect the crown from Morgan le Fay. With the discovery of the Arc region, We were found.

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30-Apr-2018 23:43:15 - Last edited on 31-Jul-2018 13:45:10 by Kid Arthur

Kid Arthur

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For years, we had to eat Clams, I say No More!

From the youngest age we longed to return home. We worked hard, built our clan from those willing to join us. Prepared ourselves for this long waited day. On this day, we spotted the first ships coming toward us, the stars foretold of our changing fate.

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It is Time,
I am to return to the side of my father at his throne and be the rightful heir to the Kingdom!

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30-Apr-2018 23:43:42 - Last edited on 31-Jul-2018 13:45:47 by Kid Arthur

Kid Arthur

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PROCLAMATION!!

We must free our homelands from the hands of the undergods and their zealots while the Elders still sleep! Make way for a new beginning of our realm! Join us as allies to take back the lands for Mankind!!

Let it be known throughout the lands of Gielinor, we are returning from the exile across the Eastern Sea!
I, Kid Arthur the long lost Bastard son of King Arthur, alongside my Queen Lorry Rayne and the Knights of The Round Table, have procured passage to the mainland. We are following the compass by day and Zanaris by night!

We reach out to Clans of the world, holding the white banner of peace in hope of safe passage to our homeland in the west to rid it of invaders. Those that shall oppose will be... well let us just say...

This is our Destiny, PREPARE YOURSELF!!

from

Kid Arthur

and the

Knights of The Round Table

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30-Apr-2018 23:44:15 - Last edited on 31-Jul-2018 13:46:04 by Kid Arthur

Kid Arthur

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THE ROUND TABLE STORY

From the Diary of Eleven Bravo

Day 1 Landing:
We made it. Long trip.
Almost home, but I feel like a stranger in a strange place. Rumors fly like the wind of war in this land already.
Quickly we must gain the knowledge of our neighbors and learn their ways. The Clan Leaders are in council now discussing the future with the help of Brunt the Chieftain.
Soon we will call on the Sinclair's.

Day 8, moving south:
We head out today. South to Camelot.

The lay of the land is becoming more familiar to us. Some can remember hunting in these fields. With the help of the Sinclairs, we hunted and filled our sacks full of supplies. Where are the horses in this land? We learned of the warring elves in the west with the old kingdom in the east. Scouted the lands all around us. Old scrolls we find along the way have been helpful with information on the other kingdoms as well.

"Camelot" I said to myself today. Our travels are about to come to an end. But I feel the journey is just beginning. How will King Arthur receive us. Surely he must have known we would return? What lands will we live on if we are shunned? We will seek his audience soon and find out.

Stories, and tales of great fleets in the south sea's fighting it out in new warfare. Treaties, embassies, spies, sellswords, the loyal, the liar's and thieves. All of which makes the leaders cautious.
As I am just a lowly foot soldier,
I'm thankful for that.

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Kid Arthur

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Kid Arthurs Memoirs
Day 15, Meeting two Kings

Lawgof's Outpost has a rail system to carry the coal to a small town east of the area. We leave for the outpost with a party of my most loyal Dames outfitted with sturdy pickaxes and enchanted coal bags to carry back as much as possible, along with the hopes that we will meet up with the Sirs during the trip.

The Sirs are marching steadily along the road with wheelbarrows and wagons in tow. (We really need to find some horses...).

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All the while singing a mighty song of travel and conquest. (Such crude and daring language that I shalt never write it down to avoid the embarrassment).

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30-Apr-2018 23:45:18

Kid Arthur

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At the head is my right hand man, Jura Mist, a mighty and strange knight from a land so far away that the name has been forgotten on the journey to Gielinor. While most of the knights wear pantaloons (the height of fashion from our homelands) or armour, Jura wears this perplexing garb around his waist. He calls it a kilt, a strange thing it is, showing of a lot of leg and healthy vision of knees. The Dames always find the sight amusing.

My Dames and I travel along the road to the coal trucks when the mighty chorus of men coming across the land. We all know it's their Sirs by the tune. Wide grins and blushes spread through the party as the men grow closer. The music abruptly stops as the men spot the women and myself standing at the crossroads. A greeting of hands shaking and mighty hugs between the groups ensue.

I address the newly reformed party and relay the news of the flight to Camelot and that tale follows to them...

After returning to the mansion, we gather up fresh stocks of food and equipment and bid the Sinclair family farewell. Travelling south towards our true home, Camelot. The Dames follow me in my pace towards my dad, leaving all supplies and gear behind for the men to haul to the castle.

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Halfway to Camelot, we see a great plume of smoke rising skyward. Is the castle, our home, in peril? From within the smoke, fly three black forms. As they get closer, we see that they are messenger crows flying fast towards the way we came from! Unable to intercept them, we continue on our journey. Suddenly a Mage dressed in blue and white appears in our path with a dire message. " Camelot is under attack by enemy unknown and the King is in mortal danger! " Our speed picks up, a march becomes a run, a run for what? We don't know but our fear drives us on.

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Kid Arthur

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The Dames that form my elite guard run as one with me sensing my rising fear. We run with such speed and without pause towards the castle. Our arrival at the gates of Camelot is a mix of fear and rage at the sight of the once proud gates torn asunder. Bodies wearing the King's colours are strewn around the entry, eviscerated. There are little clues to be found, yet one is pronounced. A few men dressed as highwaymen are numbered among the dead. Nothing to do here, we must forge on to the interior of the castle and find my father.

Panic grips like a clamp upon my soul as we enter the throne room to see so many dead and dying. Only two powerful figures remain, still worse for wear. One sitting aside and contemplating what has happened. The other standing among the carnage and ruin. The one standing is a tall, graying man, thin in build but emanating supreme magical power. There is only one man this could be, Merlin! My surprise and joy soon turned to sorrow as I took in the sight of the other man. Sitting on the throne was a huge man dressed in gleaming, battle-worn armour. Slightly slumped onto the armrests and looking to be in great pain was my father, the King! Clutching at the injury at his side, he stands weakly over a pool of his own blood, a dragon dagger covered in a sickly green substance at his feet. His laboured stance is firm but steadily growing weaker as he smiles widely and nearly deafens me with his mighty voice, " My Son! "

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He is gravely wounded and in dire need of expert medical attention. Merlin's voice rises to a roar calling for what is left of the guard to summon healers to the King's aid. A few moments pass and healers rush in with armfuls of herbs, salves, and bandages. They rush to the King with two guards in tow carrying a table for the healers to use as their workbench. More guards follow with portable braziers and large pots of water to boil. The servants are last to come with brooms, stretchers, buckets, and brushes to clean the room and remove the fallen. Enemy bodies are taken to be burned in a pile away from the castle, while loyal guards and servants killed in the fight gently taken to the large dinning room where a makeshift morgue has been made ready.

Merlin turns to me and notices a beautiful woman by his side and remarks, " This must be the Lorry Rayne of whom we have heard about ." Her smile is wide, and her curtsy graceful as she presents herself to Merlin. Other members of the party are dispersed to help with the clean up. " Many hands make light work " I say to them as he urges them forward to help.

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