#Sir Sagramore

[queer-ragnelle]

4th Perceval Continuation | More quotes at Arthuriana Daily

[gawrkin]

Open question: Are Sirs Sagramore and Dodinel consistently associated with Queen Guinevere?

I had this impression they were her most consistent companions/attendants/bodyguards outside of Sir Gawain.

[poparthuriana]

Those who troll King Mark: Agravaine, Brandiles, Dagonet, Dinadan, Griflet, Mordred, Ozana le Cure Hardy, Uwaine les Aventurous

*From Le Morte d’Arthur, book X, ch. XII. Most of it is Dinadan, Dagonet, and Mordred.

The queen’s knights: Agravaine, Dodinel, Griflet, Kay, Sagremore

*The knights protecting Guinevere in The Knight of the Cart; suggestion courtesy of @grail-lifesupport

[buffyfan145]

Just checked out the first episode of "The Winter King" and really like it so far!!! :D It's a new take on King Arthur based off the book trilogy of the same name with more actual British history tied in as well as some fantasy but it's really fantasy lite so far as in Merlin and the others like him in Avalon have some powers but also mostly visions (similar to ancient Celt pagan culture that ended up becoming Irish, Scottish, and Welsh). There's also the rise of Christianity happening too and it is super violent (which I fastforward through LOL). Then also some twists on characters too like Mordred (who is a baby and actually Uther's son with his wife/queen instead of Morgan/Morgana's), Arthur got exiled and is a warlord before Melin goes to bring him back to save their kingdom, and there's a LOTR style doomed ship of Nimue and Derfel as she'll lose her powers from the gods if she chooses to be with Derfel. Guinevere hasn't shown up yet but seems like it's next week from the description, a few of the roundtable knights are already in the show, and I know Lancelot eventually will be on the show too if it gets renewed as he's in the book series. Looking forward to seeing how the rest of the show is over the next 9 weeks.

[blankdblank]

Court of Morgan La Fey

Have a new chapter up and it's got Maleficent and Morgan La Fey in it. If anyone was waiting for the mentioned trial against Cornelius Fudge then it begins now! Glad I can finally have it up for people to have a look at a Wizard being tried in Avalon when the Laws of Merlin have been ignored and broken for the personal whims of a Minister of Magic.

Knights of Round Table included -

Group one included : 

Sir Accolon of Gaul -- Sir Agravaine -- King Arthur Pendragon -- Sir Mordred — Sir Ectorius -- Sir Caius -- Sir Feirefiz -- King Pellinore -- Sir Aglovale de Galis — Sir Percival -- Sir Galeschin -- Sir Lamorak -- Sir Tor -- Sir Morien — Sir Cador -- Sir Constantine III of Britain.

Group two included :

Sir Calogrenant -- King Urien -- Sir Owain -- Sir Yvain the Bastard & the Adventurous — Sir Bagdemagus -- Sir Maleagant — Sir Bedevere -- Sir Lucan the Butler -- Sir Griflet -- Sir Hector de Maris — Sir Lionel -- Sir Lancelot du Lac -- Sir Galahad

Group three included :  

Sir Bors the Younger -- Sir Elyan the White – Sir Breunor le Noir -- Sir Dinadan — Sir Carados of Scotland -- Sir Esclabor -- Sir Palamedes -- Sir Safir -- Sir Segwarides — Sir Gawain -- Sir Gaheris -- Sir Gingalain, Le Bel Inconnu -- Sir Gareth.  

Group four included :  

Sir Claudin -- Sir Dagonet -- Sir Daniel von Blumenthal -- Sir Erec — King Galehault -- Sir Geraint -- Sir Gornemant -- Sir Hywel — Sir Lambewell -- King Leodegrance -- Sir Marhaus — Sir Pelleas -- Sir Sagramore -- Sir Tristan -- Sir Cadogan. 

One day I may get the patience to sketch it up with their names in where they sit. It's more circular in my mind, so the lower half mirrored above around where Morgan La Fey's Throne sits, Maleficent has a seat beside her as the ruler of the Fae in the Fae Realm oc has to travel to during the trial. Gonna be super fun as the trial goes on.

I know in my mutants series trials I've written before have drug on a bit for a few readers but hopefully this dip into another trial won't be as much of a drag and keep up interest. Should be fun to write and for others to read on the other ends of the deal. :)

[medium-observation]

May Release!

Camelot - Fourth Broadway Revival

April 16, 2023 - Medium Observation

Video | Matinée

Cast:

Andrew Burnap (Arthur), Phillipa Soo (Guenevere), Jordan Donica (Lancelot Du Lac), Dakin Matthews (Merlyn/Pellinore), Taylor Trensch (Mordred), Marilee Talkington (Morgan Le Fey), Camden McKinnon (Tom of Warwick), Anthony Michael Lopez (Sir Dinadan), Fergie L. Philippe (Sir Sagramore), Danny Wolohan (Sir Lionel), Delphi Borich (Lady Sybil), Holly Gould (Page), Tesia Kwarteng (Lady Catherine), James Romney (Page), Ann Sanders (Clarius), Paul Whitty (Dap)

Notes:

Nice Video, shot from the side. the set obstructs the back of the stage but nothing is really missed. some nice wideshots and zooms.

NFT Date: November 1, 2023

Screenshots: https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjAAU5m

Video is $18

Beetlejuice - First US National Tour

February 18, 2023 - Medium Observation

Video

Cast:

Justin Collette (Beetlejuice), Isabella Esler (Lydia Deetz), Britney Coleman (Barbara Maitland), Will Burton (Adam Maitland), Jesse Sharp (Charles Deetz), Kate Marilley (Delia Deetz), Juliane Godfrey (u/s Miss Argentina), Abe Goldfarb (Otho), Brian Vaughn (Maxie Dean), Karmine Alers (Maxine Dean/Juno), Jackera Davis (Girl Scout), Matthew Michael Janisse (s/w Ensemble)

Notes:

Extremely nice video, of Juliane's Miss. Argentina Debut. some washout but only in extreme wideshots. Overall a fantastic capture from the middle mezz in Rochester!

NFT Date: November 1, 2023

Screenshots: https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjAsY7c

Video is $20

Videos can be purchased through me at mediumobservationtrading@gmail.com

[joemerl]

The Whumps of March 2024: "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." (Shakespeare, The Tempest)

A series of vignettes based on Arthurian legend, collected on AO3 here.

Almost as far back as he could remember, Mordred wanted to become a Knight of the Round Table.

He could he not, with all of his older brothers already in Camelot, lauded as some of the greatest champions in the kingdom? The rare times when they came home, he was regaled with stories of their adventures, and of the glories of King Arthur, Queen Guinevere, and the knight Lancelot, who was Gawain's best friend and Gareth's favorite mentor. Songs of their exploits were find their way to the Orkneys, each one whetting his appetite for adventure.

He spent long hours fantasizing about how it would happen. He would arrive dramatically, during a feast, and his uncle would be so pleased that he would knight him in front of everybody. Or maybe he would sneak in like Gareth, and surprise them all with his hidden mettle. In the end, it was nothing so spectacular—he was sent to the court as Agravaine's squire, and a few years later was knighted alongside several other boys for fighting against a petty rebellion. And he soon realized, sheepishly, that he was not the greatest swordsman or jouster at the court, and that it was hard to be seen as anything but the youngest in a familial set.

It didn't matter. He was now part of the Round Table, renowned as the most valiant and noble knights in Christendom.

It was, perhaps, less rarefied than he had imagined—some of his fellow knights were rude, or boring, or what have you. It was foolish, he supposed, to imagine that they wouldn't be, especially when he had four of them in his family. But he had his friends, Sagramore and Gingalain and Galahad, for a while. More to the point, he had his calling. Defending the needy, upholding the righteous. He would play whatever small part fate demanded in maintaining King Arthur's rule.

He didn't believe the story when he first heard it. The queen and Sir Lancelot? It sounded too much like gossip. A scandalous prospect, outlandish in how little it fit their sterling characters.

Then he saw Lancelot slip into her chambers.

And then Agravaine and eleven others, dead. Mordred himself left unconscious on the floor. Lancelot, the murderer whom he always admired, abandoning his mistress and fleeing like a coward.

"You knew, didn't you?"

Gawain winced, but he didn't answer, didn't even turn toward his brother. Just kept staring into the distance, just like he had since he first heard the news.

Mordred took his brother's shoulder and shook him, roughly. "DIDN'T YOU?!"

"Mordred—!" Sagramore grabbed his arm, but Mordred pulled away, snarling.

"Did you know, too?! That's what I'm hearing! Did everyone in Logres know, except the king and those of us who walked into a slaughter?!"

Everyone was staring at Mordred, but he didn't care. He felt dizzy all of a sudden. He still had a bandage wrapped around his head. The doctor had told him to stay calm, but there was little chance of that happening.

His eyes burning, Mordred pushed past Sagramore and stormed out of the room, leaving the Knights of the Round Table—the same noble heroes who had let this all happen—to gawk at his back.

[silverysongs]

Arthur is late one morning to breakfast. Guenevere doesn’t think too much about it; he’s cheerful as usual, apologizes even though she tells him he doesn’t have to. (She doesn’t have to say You’re the king. She doesn’t say I don’t mind waiting for you.) Breakfast proceeds as usual, and it’s not until it’s over that she notices something is wrong.

He stands—practically bounces out of his chair—and then sways, very slightly. He catches himself on the table. Guenevere doesn’t miss the way he swallows and stares at the plate he’s left behind.

“Your majesty,” she says, watching his face, “are you well?”

Now his head snaps up. “Perfectly,” he says, smiling, and his eyes are bright—too bright, she thinks. She opens her mouth to protest, but he announces, “My good queen, today we are going to change the world, just wait and see.”

“I’ll be waiting and watching,” she says wryly as they start down the hall. He takes her hand as they walk along, which sends a flash of surprise through her—but she doesn’t say anything more. Sometimes he is impulsive in his affections, her king, like when he leaves flowers on her vanity, or when he asks her favorites in the middle of a conversation. It’s endearing, the way he flits from thing to thing, and always with that boyish grin when she surprises him—

Suddenly he presses her hand very hard. When she looks up at him, his face is pale. “Your majesty, what is it?” she asks.

He smiles, but it’s clearly painful. “Genny,” he whispers, and then he’s falling against her, almost collapsing but his boots are scuffing the floor, trying to find his footing. She struggles to hold his weight up, wraps her arms around him like a desperate lover’s embrace.

“Your majesty? Your majesty,” she says urgently. “Arthur, what’s wrong? Are you going to faint?”

He huffs a laugh against her hair, reaching outwards—for the wall, she realizes, and tries to guide him so he can lean against the stone instead of her poor support. “I must confess,” he says, voice weak, “I do feel a little lightheaded.”

“Well, sit down,” she demands, masking imperiousness over her panic. “I’ve—I’ve heard it’s good to put your head between your legs. It’ll get the blood flowing to your head.”

He slides down the wall, still grasping her hand tightly, and she does her best to help him settle, sitting down beside him. After a moment he takes a deep breath and raises his head to look at her. “Well,” he says, “I don’t suppose I’m going to the Table this morning.”

She wants to scoff at him, but he looks so miserable, even smiling. “You’re quite flushed,” she notes, reaching for his face; and then, feeling it, “Oh, Arthur, you’re burning up.”

“Not literally, I hope,” he says, “because I feel quite cold.”

“Arthur,” she says. “Stop making jokes.”

“Do you know, this is the most you’ve called me by my name instead of your majesty?”—and there is a tease in his voice but his eyes, though fever-touched, are soft.

Footsteps round the hall, and Guenevere turns away. “Oh, Sir Kay,” she says with some relief, as the knight stops and looks at his sovereigns sitting against the wall. “The king is ill. Would you please help him back to his rooms?”

“Certainly, your majesty,” Kay intones. Arthur groans as the knight hauls him off the floor. “Not sure I was up for standing yet, Kay,” he manages, and Kay slings an arm around his shoulders.

“Please rest, your majesty,” Guenevere says.

He smiles; he’s always smiling. “Go to the meeting, Genny,” he says. “You know all the policy. Go change the world—since I’m not fit to do it today.”

“Make sure he actually lies down,” she tells Kay. Kay, already looking beleaguered—perhaps familiar with the king’s flightiness—nods.

She watches them for a moment, then shakes herself. Nothing to do but go to the meeting alone.

--

It’s a few hours into the meeting and she’s half-heartedly listening to Lionel and Sagramore argue for the twentieth time that morning when Sir Kay slips into the room. She meets his eyes with a smile, expecting him to take his seat at the Table, but instead he makes his way behind her to speak in her ear.

“Your majesty,” he says quietly.

“Sir Kay,” she murmurs, trying to keep her eye on Lionel as he gesticulates wildly. “How is the king?”

“He’s asked for you,” Kay says. “Repeatedly.”

She looks at him, astonished, but keeps her voice low. “For me? Whatever for?”

Kay looks uncomfortable. “He’s very insistent, milady. He sounded…”

Now the panic is beginning to creep up her chest again. “He sounded what?”

“Very desperate,” he says. “Ma’am.”

For a moment she’s frozen, hearing Sagramore’s reply but not comprehending any of the words. She has to make a choice.

“Excuse me,” she interrupts. Twelve heads swivel in her direction, and she clasps her hands in her lap as a way to keep hold of her composure. “Thank you, gentlemen. Something urgent has come up that I must attend to.”

“Is everything all right, your majesty?” Dinadan pipes up.

Her first instinct is to lie, but she knows that if the king’s illness is actually serious, she’ll have to tell them eventually. “I hope so, Dinadan,” she says carefully. She sweeps her gaze around the Table. “We’ll reconvene tomorrow at the same time.”

If the king is better, she doesn’t say. She can see curiosity, doubt, maybe even hostility on some of the knights’ faces—Lionel looks particularly suspicious—but she turns her back on them and leaves the room.

Kay catches up with her in the hall. “Ma’am.”

Annoyance rears its head; she had been relieved to be able to show her true feelings on her face walking alone. “Yes, Kay, what is it?”

“I was just going to escort you, your majesty,” he says, undeterred by the irritation in her voice. He pauses. “And to tell you—you did well in there.”

She glances up at him. He sounds genuine. And, now that his small kindness is extinguishing her frustration, she can admit that she likes him. There’s a steadiness about him, a quiet security that isn’t threatened by ego, so unlike the other knights. She remembers suddenly that Kay is Arthur’s cousin, the same that led Arthur to pull the sword in an attempt to find a blade for a trivial tournament. He does not seem jealous of Arthur’s position; he does what his king asks, without complaint. And now, somehow knowing that she feels inadequate in this crisis, he compliments her. What a strange man.

“Thank you,” she says, a bit awkwardly. They walk in silence for a few moments. “You must love him very much,” she says finally, as they round a corner.

The twist of a smile. “Oh, he makes me want to throttle him sometimes, your majesty,” he says. “But. Yes. I do.”

“I haven’t known him for nearly as long,” she says, fighting her own smile, “but I feel much the same way.”

She’d meant the throttling, but he looks at her for a long moment. Whatever he sees in her face, he nods at. “I’m sure you do, ma’am,” he says quietly.

--

Kay doesn’t tell her anything more about the king’s condition, just leads her to the door of the king’s room and leaves with a bow. She has to shake off the sudden apprehension she feels standing in front of the door, alone. Arthur’s voice is coming faintly through the wood, and that must be a good sign. If he was silent, she reasons, pulling the handle, then she would know something was wrong. Perhaps her fears had been misplaced. Maybe he thought of an idea and simply had to share it with her. She will feel foolish for ending the meeting early, but there are worse things than feeling foolish.

She can see the king chattering at the physician as she approaches the bed. “—just lie still, your majesty,” the physician is saying, sounding haggard, but he turns at her approach. “Ah, my queen,” he greets, bowing hastily. “I’ll leave you—I must get a few things from my apothecary—”

He bustles out of the room before she can ask about the king’s condition.

“Your majesty,” she says, turning to the bed, perching on the chair the physician had left behind. The king in nightclothes now, covered up to his waist by a thick quilt, but he doesn’t look much better than he had in the hallway—pale except for the color high in his cheeks, hair a little mussed. And, she notes, looking closer, not entirely present. He’s quiet now, not looking at her, focused on something in the distance. It’s a familiar expression—when he is really deep in thought, he’ll adopt the same look, standing still in the middle of a room—made chilling by the glassiness of his eyes.

“Your majesty,” she repeats, concerned, “you were asking for me?”—and now he seems to hear her, because his head twitches and his eyes settle on her face.

“Oh, Genny!” he cries. “Merlyn was telling me we’d lost the war in France, but I told him I’d show you to him and prove him wrong. See, Merlyn”—and he’s looking away.

“Your majesty,” she says carefully, “there’s no one here but us.”

He looks at her, blinks dazedly, and there, he seems to see her again. “You are really here, aren’t you?” he murmurs, soft, unsure, raising a hand slowly as if to touch her. “You’re not something I dreamed up?”

Oh, and what if he’s gone mad? What if the fever has taken his brain and she’s left to rule this stoic, cultureless country alone? She tries to take a deep breath. Fevers give terrible dreams sometimes, she reminds herself, and maybe this is something like that. “No, your majesty,” she answers him.

“We really did win the war in France?” His breath is shallower than usual. “Sometimes I thought we’d be fighting forever, you know, just hacking away at the country until it was a bloody piece of meat. I’m not very good with a spear but I can use a sword alright. I don’t know how many people I killed. I don’t ever want to know.”

She is stunned at how forlorn he sounds. “You won the war,” she whispers. “You won me.”

“And then we traded one kind of death for another,” he continues hopelessly, “except it was your death, because we took your choice from you. I can’t begin to apologize for that, I can’t—”

The physician returns then, shattering the moment, and she’s too much in shock still to do much of anything but get out of his way.

“Your majesty, you must rest,” he chides the king. “Here, take this, it will help you to sleep—”

He helps Arthur drink the foul-looking draught he’s brought from the apothecary. It must taste as bad as it looks, for Arthur makes a face. “Merlyn,” he mumbles.

“Rest, milord,” the physician intones, gathering up his empty bottles on the nightstand. Guenevere watches as Arthur shuts his eyes. His brow smooths over. In moments, he’s asleep, vulnerable as a child.

“Is it—” she whispers, and the physician seems to realize she’s still in the room. At his probing look she clears her throat softly. “Is it a—dangerous sickness?”

The physician—she finally remembers his name is Gaius—sighs. “It might not be,” he admits. “It’s the season for fever, milady. Several of the knights have had some form of it in the last few weeks.”

“But?”

“But,” he continues, looking more grave, “it is a higher fever than I’ve seen recently. You’ve seen his moments of delirium. If it doesn’t pass in the next day or so—”

She has no thought for her expression, too caught in the tempest of worry building in her chest, but he must see something in her face because he stops and smiles, grandfatherly. “I’m getting ahead of myself,” he says.

“His dreams,” she says woodenly, meaning to ask a question, not remembering what she had wanted to say. The physician nods as though she had made perfect sense.

“The king has had vivid dreams just about as long as I’ve known him, your majesty. The fever seems to make them more palpable. It’s not a particularly bad sign.”

She swallows, trying not to think about Arthur’s pained expression. “What can be done?”

Gaius gathers up his medicine kit. “Watch and pray, milady,” he says. “I’ll send word if the king is better tomorrow.”

[shadowqueen402]

An art commission that I bought! I call it "A KNiGHT To Remember".

Here, Reala is a knight who goes under the alias "Sir Sagramore" (Sonic and the Black Knight reference) and Aria, my oc, is a princess. Originally, I planned to give Reala a red cape. But I decided to go in a whole new direction and make his cape the same shade of blue as Wizeman's robes.

This art tells the story of how Wizeman's most feared and loyal knight, Sir Sagramore, falls in love with the rose-eyed maiden… How a forbidden romance that soon forms as his desire to protect Aria grows… And how Sir Sagramore must make a difficult choice; stay with Aria and betray Wizeman or follow Wizeman's orders and risk losing the love of his life…

Drawing was done by @lookdem. Coloring and quote was done by me.

[shakespearenews]

On a recent Wednesday, a dozen members of the cast of “Camelot” gathered in a circle in a rehearsal room in the basement of Lincoln Center Theater. Fergie Philippe, who plays Sir Sagramore and understudies as King Arthur, sat on a chair in the middle, staring quizzically at a sheet of paper with a monologue from Act V, Scene 1 of Shakespeare’s “Titus Andronicus.”

[queer-ragnelle]

The Vision of Sir Lamoracke by Oscar Fay Adams | More quotes at Arthuriana Daily

[arthurianashipbracket]

morgan by william henry margetson and guinevere by eleanor fortescue-brickdale, sir lamorak by howard pyle and sagramore's coat of arms from wikipedia

[ID 1: a picture morgan standing in a stone room. she is holding a wand and appears to be casting a spell, while in her other hand she holds various potion ingredients. next to it is a picture of guinevere with long braids lifting the hem of her dress as she walks through a field. /end ID 1 ID 2: a black and white portrait of a man wearing a tunic and belt. next to it is a yellow and black coat of arms. /end ID 2]

why is morgan so obsessed with guinevere? for a supposed hatred her schemes always seem to be rather lackluster (trying to have the green knight 'scare her to death'?? come on). it's a weird way of flirting but good for them. morgan is just superiors to arthur.

lamorak and sagramore travel together as a sidequest which mostly consists of them flirting with each other.

[knightfighttourney]

Bracket A, Week 1

[vasilipavlichenko]

Hi I was recently in a production of Camelot that just recently wrapped up and suddenly seeing your Morte D'Artur posts were such a crazy coincidence that it made me question if I was truly Sir Sagramore in the flesh

hi! so sorry this took a full month for me to see lmao i don't check my askbox often

i don't know enough about sagramore to determine if that's a good or bad feeling but i dearly hope it's the former! coincidences like that are always fun

[rjalker]

So at the day of justs there came Sir Palamides with a black shield, and he overthrew many knights, that all the people had marvel of him. For he put to the worse Sir Gawaine, Gaheris, Agravaine, Bagdemagus, Kay, Dodias le Savage, Sagramore le Desirous, Gumret le Petit, and Griflet le Fise de Dieu.

I got to say it is very funny reading these stories because I like Lancelot because of the four Arthurian romances that Christian Detroit is wrote I'm not fixing how speech to text wrote his name, of the four/5 of those stories, Lancelot was the only one of any of those nights who seems to actually have morals and not do extremely absurd things like hooking up with the emperor's wife whose death you faked and then not even fleeing the country. Runner up as Alexander but his story was kind of boring.

But all of these people like Lance a lot because he's like the best night ever to exist and they can say that another night has beaten Gawaine and like 50 million other people but they do not dare, they do not dare to say that he beat Lancelot and it's very very funny.