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2005

The Ham Guy

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Once apon a time i was part of one of the greatest clans on world 103, so great was this clan that a Jagex mod came in and helped change the clan name from TRT to the name it so proudly wears now The Round Table.
I was the story teller in a different age of the clan .... way back in the time of POC (Player Owned Cities)

I have compiled a epic story of how The Round Table conducted themselves in the short months they were in the POC was a rather complicated thing the POC but the story was entertaining to write and be part of.

27-Jul-2019 14:46:19 - Last edited on 27-Jul-2019 14:57:51 by The Ham Guy

Feb

2005

The Ham Guy

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Here we go folks.
you will find mistakes and grammar errors... its a story by a amateur writer and a real life cook.

written and told from the eyes of psycotropy the cook.

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...

27-Jul-2019 14:47:59 - Last edited on 27-Jul-2019 15:16:11 by The Ham Guy

Feb

2005

The Ham Guy

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This is our Destiny, PREPARE YOURSELF!!

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.

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...).

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).

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.

27-Jul-2019 14:49:47 - Last edited on 27-Jul-2019 15:02:02 by The Ham Guy

Feb

2005

The Ham Guy

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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.

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.

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.

27-Jul-2019 15:04:23

Feb

2005

The Ham Guy

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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!"

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.

27-Jul-2019 15:05:26 - Last edited on 27-Jul-2019 15:07:02 by The Ham Guy

Feb

2005

The Ham Guy

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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.

King Arthur is stripped of his armor as the healers mix and brew the necessary potions
to remove the foul poison coursing through his body.

The King turns towards his long hidden heir, "Welcome home son, and what a fine lady you have brought with you." A cough echos around the room as the healers mix some of the herbs. One of them mumbles "Oh does this mix smell! Glad we rarely have to make it." The King's laugh is loud when he hears, "Well my loyal healers, I am not to fond of it either t'is the third time I've smelt it, and it never gets any better."

The clean up goes remarkably well with no fuss or bother. The throne room almost sparkles as the clean up crew finishes and leaves with all their equipment. The healers have completed their task of cleansing the King's system of the lethal poison that was on the dragon dagger that wounded him so wickedly. As one of the clean up crew goes to leave with the weapon, the King's voice booms out to him and stops him in his tracks. The shaking man slowly turns and faces the King. King Arthur frowns a little and then smiles widely as he gently speaks to the shaking man holding the dagger. "I want that dagger mounted and hung in the halls with the other weapons that have done my body harm."
The shaking man humbly mentions there is only one space left and should the King gain any more injures there will be need for another hall to be built. The King and all in the throne room roar with laughter, a welcome relief to the sounds of a battle that raged only hours before in the same room.

27-Jul-2019 15:08:00

Feb

2005

The Ham Guy

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The King retired to his sleeping chambers to rest his weary body. Although cured of the deadly poison, he was in need of much rest and restoration. This was a perfect time for me to talk with Merlin and ask for guidance and advice in this almost strange new land. Strange and new because of the many years spent in exile in the uncharted islands of the Arc.

During my talk with Merlin, I and my followers learn that many things magical have changed, mostly a new form of magical travel using lode-stones. Merlin explains that these lode stones must be activated first so rune based teleports must be used to get close enough to them to activate. Merlin leads me and the party to the magic supply stores and refits us with runes and other magical equipment.

With the story told the two parties separate. Once again, I, my Dames, and a few of the less burdened Sirs travel back to Lawgof's Outpost for more coal. The rest of the men arrive at Camelot with the clans' supplies and equipment and start unpacking. Most of this will be needed to help with the rebuild effort of Camelot.

Arriving at Lawgof's Outpost, We find many deposits of coal and the trucks giving the name of The Coal Trucks to the area. Near one of the coal trucks, we find a dwarf named Stankers who sells bronze pickaxes and gives away a dubious drink called a poison chalice. The party decides that these may be best avoided.
The area is rich in coal, willow trees, and a huge amount of giant bats. The party gathers coal into their magical coal bags and start to fill the trucks that Stankers allows personal use of with precious coal. Filled to capactity, we bid Stankers farewell, and the party starts the journey back to Camelot.

27-Jul-2019 15:11:18

Feb

2005

The Ham Guy

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On the journey back, I find a message that was nailed to a tree along the road. The message requests a meeting in the Seers tavern to propose a treaty with the Elves of Prifddinas signed at the bottom by Travis.
The coal gathering party splits from me. With three Dames following I head into the Seers tavern, while the rest of the party travel to Camelot to unload their haul. A small party of clocked elves are sat at a table in the darkened corner of the tavern with barely touched drinks in front of them. I stand before them and inquires if one of them is Travis from the message. A tall slim elf stands, removes his cowl, and grins with his hand thrust forward, "I am Travis Thorn, Grand Elder of the Kingdom of Isafdar. Well met Kid Arthur! Sit and we will talk." A bar wench places drinks down for me and the Dames as we all sit down.

Travis Thorn and I talk of the troubled times befalling the land, and speak of an alliance that would benefit both kingdoms. Drinks are finished, and we agree to travel with Travis and his elf party to the fabled Kingdom of Isafdar and the grand city of the elves, Prifddinas.

We are awe struck by the beauty of the city as we make way to the Tower of Voices' balcony. Travis Thorn addresses his people with this speech:

"Citizens of The Kingdom of Isafdar! I have a glorious announcement. It is with great pleasure that I announce that our kingdom and The Round Table are now allies! May our two nations grow and prosper together and work to fulfill both our goals."

27-Jul-2019 15:12:10

Feb

2005

The Ham Guy

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A great roar explodes from the crowd as cheers and praise is shouted for the alliance of these great nations.

"In good faith," Travis Thorn continues," I proclaim the lands of Catherby, a prized fishing area, will be given to Kid Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table. I hope that the new trade will prosper and be beneficial to both peoples."

We turn and nod at one another with a smile as we sit down.
Knowing that great things are about to happen.

After the events we experienced in Prifddinas with the Elves of Tirannwn, the journey home was uneventful but everyone was in high spirits. The new lands we were given by the elves, the new prospects available were going to be great for all involved. When we arrived back at Camelot, the area was bustling with activity and talk of the King going on a journey with a small party to parts yet unknown. I followed Kid Arthur into the throne room fully expecting to see the King sitting on the throne, he wasn't. Instead he was seated to the side of it, in a plain wooden chair. That poor chair was straining to support the King in full dressed armour (later inspection found that it was cracked, we had to throw it away).

The King sternly looked right at Kid Arthur to address him:
"My son, that last battle has taxed my old bones, and I am in need of a holiday. From today on out you shall inherit my place." Our jaws nearly hit the ground in shock. Was this really happening? The King interrupted our musings and reached out with strong hands closing our mouths. "Yes, my son you are to become the King. I am tired, sore, and weary. I need to get away for a while. I'm going west with our ship, the 'Victura' to an Island and recuperate. Though, we won't have a formal ceremony, in these troubled times we don't have time for that.

Do not fret, You have proof you are heir apparent, and as such, no one will question the change." Kid's head must have been spinning with the fact he was now the King. He held onto me to steady himself.

27-Jul-2019 15:13:04

Feb

2005

The Ham Guy

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A thought occurred to me, as his lovely wife, I would become the Queen Consort, and our daughter, Fierysfury, would be princess.

King Arthur, no, Arthur Pendragon called out to Kid. He was holding a sword that looked very much like the one that never left his side. The Fabled Excalibur, the sword given to him by the Viviane of Avalon to replace the broken Sword of the Stone, Caliburn. Kid 's eyes lit up as he was handed a similar sword, the main difference being that instead of a main handed blade it was a parrying blade that hummed with a much different power. "My son, you know of my sword and its powers well. This one I had made for you holds all the same power of mine with one added feature. It will heal you in your hour of need. Alongside the sword Kid is handed a scabbard made of gold and jewel inlaid leather with exquisite carving. "A fine sword for a fine man indeed."

Merlin arrived, announcing that he would stay on in the castle for a while before joining the now former King so that he may train the magically inclined of the new King's Knights. This really excited my grand-daughter Spelsa, who was jumping up and down and shrieking with glee. Everyone around erupted into a chorus of laughs seeing her become so animated about the news.

With all the excitement going on Kid remembered his trip to Tirannwn and the fact he was granted the Fishing town of Catherby. The Knights gear is collected and made ready for the trip. Meanwhile Pendragon was getting ready for his holiday to parts unknown. Kid asked his father where he was planning to go in case we needed to contact him. Pendragon reached into a pouch tied to his belt and handed Kid a gem, explaining it was a sort of communication device that would only work when the need was tantamount. Kid went to ask something but was cut off, "It will know."Kid left with the Knights for Catherby, leaving myself, Fierysfury, and Spelsa behind with the rest of our Knights that were training with Merlin.

27-Jul-2019 15:14:00

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