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per amica silentia lunae

or, across the ferny brae with the evil voodoo celt

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So, on that fateful morning, I went to my brother Artur, and blessed him, and with his agreement bound his blood to the land, so that if he should fall this day that his death should renew the ancient covenant, and bring life and strength to the Isle of the Mighty. And I went to Medraut and did the same with him. And Artur took Maelgwn of Gwynedd as his heir, and I sanctified this.

Then Morgan and Taliesin and I mingled our blood and swore a mighty oath, that even if Artur did not fall that day we would make it out that he had, and that we would keep silent about those of doubled soul whose past this was, but that we would all never forget the truth of the great matters at hand. And I went to those of doubled soul that I knew, and beseeched them to remember what really happened this day. And before we went to the field of Camlann, Morgan blessed me, and I her.

And the armies lined up, and the foretold treachery occurred, and warriors met with swords and blood, and lightnings rained down on the field. And when the madness was halted, Artur my brother and Medraut lay dead on the field, killed by each other's blades. And so had Laudine of the Well, my colleague, my friend, my kin... and many others.

And the armies hailed Maelgwn as Dux Britannium, and Medraut's body was borne in state to his camp, and Artur's to the lakeside. And Morgan caused it to be placed on a boat, and she cast off on her journey as we softly sang a mourning hymn. And Morgan sailed with Artur's body into the uttermost West, there to be received by the Lady of the Lake.

And I knew that the death of Artur and of Medraut had been more than a sufficient sacrifice, and the old covenant was restored, and the land would prosper for a time, but I could not find happiness. So I kissed Vivienne, and took leave of her, the one bright star for me of those days, and made my way home to Anglesey, to build a tomb for Laudine with my own hands.

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This happened at a LARP I was just at this past weekend- the "Briton" episode of the 1936 Campaign. It's too long a story to tell here, but the PCs ended up in the bodies of people in 6th C. Britain... at this place called Camlann. Rain, mud and other difficulties aside, it was one of the most wonderful games I've been to in a long time. Of course, my main character was a Saint, a vampire, an adept, and effectively the Archdruid; I admit that that may have swayed my opinion. ;-) But seriously- it was a thoroughly-researched, well-written and exquisitely played game, and the memories will likely choke me up for years to come.

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Then Morgan and Taliesin and I mingled our blood and swore a mighty oath

That was an extremely powerful moment. Got all tingly as it happened.

And Morgan sailed with Artur's body into the uttermost West, there to be received by the Lady of the Lake.

And when the singing started... *shiver*

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