#sir agravaine

[queer-ragnelle]

Morgawse, Lavinia Collins | The Book of Mordred, Peter Hanratty | Knights of The Round Table (1953) | Under Camelot's Banner, Sarah Zettel | Arthur Rex, Thomas Berger | In Camelot's Shadow, Sarah Zettel | The Road to Avalon, Joan Wolf | The Story of the Grail and The Passing of Arthur, Howard Pyle | The Queen's Knight, Marvin Borowski | Camelot's Blood, Sarah Zettel | Morgawse, Lavinia Collins | F/GO: The Sacred Round Table Realm: Paladin; Agateram | Perceval 4th Continuation | Vulgate Cycle Lancelot III | Stanzaic Morte Arthur | BBC The Legend of King Arthur (1979) | For Camelot's Honor, Sarah Zettel

[caer-gai]

"You needed all my heart / so I bent a knee/and gave you all of half"

Sir Gareth suffers of love for @mortiscausa 's march to Camelot =)

Details under the cut

[oneshoulderangel]

Agravaine: Perhaps this is a job for the favorite child.

Gawain: You think you’re the favorite child?

Agravaine: Heavens no, I was referring to Gareth.

Gawain: You think Gareth is the favorite?

Agravine: He’s the baby.

Gawain: But I’m the first child!

Agravaine: And first disappointment. Just accept it.

Gaheris: what about me?

Gawain and Agravaine:…

Gaheris:…

Agravaine: Anyway…

[peregrin-tookish]

Baby Agravain spent 3 weeks trying to drop the A from the beginning of his name so he could be like his brothers.

Gawain, Gravaine, Gaheris, Gareth

[liminalpsych]

Once and Future Court - Lou Duffy | Agravain

Welp, because I reblogged a post about Agravain and rambled about his character sheet, now I actually feel the need to post his sheet.

Modern life: Lou Duffy

Bouncer at a New Jersey biker bar, enforcing with a watchful and calculating eye. Deals with bar drama too, the stuff that you can't just kick people out for; has learned more subtle ways to handle it. Rides with Liam Sinclair on evenings/weekends.

Past life: Sir Agravain of Orkney

The second-eldest of the Orkney brothers, sons of King Lot and Queen Morgause of the Orkney Isles. The surliest and worst-tempered of them, jealous and prideful, yet still known for chivalry, skill of arms, and a quick tongue.

Juxtaposition

The road became home when home kicked you out. You said "no" one too many times, "fuck you" a bit too loudly, pushed back when you got pushed. You stood between your parents and your two younger siblings with your head held high and an unwavering stare, and you didn't let anyone see how your hands shook. "Get out," they said, outraged at your defiance. And they were more outraged still, unanswered phone calls and stalking your workplace, when you actually followed their angry command.

(Always insecure in your role as eldest child, an inadequate protector, too reactive and temperamental to be effective. Drawing ire through acting out, an old familiar pattern, protect by being the more visible target. Someone was supposed to protect you, too, a sword at your back, shields against the world but there's no one, only fantasies of camaraderie.)

At least you were prepared. You had a bag always packed, saddlebags ready. You were of drinking age, a bouncer at a bar, freedom in a motorcycle license and an old bike in an ongoing cycle of breakdown and repair. You only stayed at home because of your siblings and now they were on their own; you had to believe they'd be okay.

You crashed on your bartender's couch until you found a place you could afford. Mostly you hovered around the bar and the bikes. You started watching, listening. Thinking hard about alternatives to curses and fists. Reacting wasn't enough, reacting lost you one family and didn't protect your siblings; you had to learn strategy, skill, anticipation. You talked a lot with your bartender, an experienced hand at managing the personalities that frequented her bar. She taught you the fundamentals, and you taught yourself the rest.

(If you're watchful enough. If you're clever enough. If you speak the right words and convince the right people and convey the right plans, then maybe you can protect them. Maybe you can protect everyone. In your dreams, no one believes a word you say until it's too late. In your dreams, a kingdom falls because the king didn't heed you sooner, your brothers disregarded you, and everyone thought more highly of an exalted adulterer than you.)

And then Liam found you. You clocked him as a potential danger the moment he walked in, all roving gaze and deceptively easy manner. He noticed you within five minutes, raised a glass with a grin to your deepening scowl. You weren't usually the target of someone's focus, and you didn't particularly care for it. Something in you said to trust him, something in you yearned towards him like you've always yearned towards family—and that put your defensive walls up more than anything, all barbed wire and fury.

It took him months to win you over. You still don't know that you're there, not really. You're still wary of him, even as you ride miles together, even as you follow him from location to mysterious location. Looking for someone, he says, strained, and you don't know why you accept it with such ease. You follow his lead with relief, except for the times when something like memory threatens to blacken your vision, a terrible pressure you know will consume you and you fight it back with a furious outburst, obscenities and sarcastic rebellion at his every direction.

(He only looks understanding, and sad, with a strange nostalgia that enrages you all the more. He doesn't know you. He can't know you. He wasn't there when you needed someone and he can't make up for it, not ever, not then or now or in the future—and the pressure threatens to burst into an awful knowing, you can't, your head is going to explode—)

(You gun the engine. You roar away, away, until the wind and the road blows you back into yourself once again.)

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A note on gender

I've run this larp twice so far. In the first run, Agravain's player asked for a male modern character. In the second run, Agravain's player asked for a modern character with Gender Stuff.

So the "gender stuff" note in the Costuming Hints section of the character sheet is below. It's the version of Lou Duffy | Agravain that I prefer, and I'll probably steer towards that when casting future runs of the larp.

A note on gender: Lesbian bars became home when home kicked her out. Not for sexuality or gender or anything like that, but for standing up one too many times to her parents, for being too aggressive and direct in defense of herself and her siblings. Still. Exploring gender might mean losing another family. She can be some flavor of butch, she doesn’t have to look deeper than that. (She’s avoiding looking deeper than that. Gawain Liam mentioned something once about a fantastical past and she nearly punched him. Stomped away instead, shaking. That’s too closely entangled with too many things she’s kept safely locked away and isn’t going to touch.)

It does significantly change the vibe of Liam | Gawain tracking down Lou at the bar... but Gawain really is that oblivious sometimes, and the players leaned into it. ("Gawain. A lesbian bar. Really?? What were you THINKING. You're lucky no one punched you.")

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The Once and Future Court is a mid-transparency litform larp where participants play  modern reincarnations of characters from Arthurian literature, invited to a gathering to renew the bonds of fealty and family . . . or to forget the past for a quieter modern life.  The goal of The Once and Future Court is to explore relationship rupture and potential repair, ripples of past actions, and effects of returning memories, along with themes of belonging, identity, and choice.

Have a link to the Once and Future Court description for further context.

[morganaconda]

[sautedonions]

Something to lighten the mood today

[kulttuurinkurittama]

An army of gingers, and Gareth. Honestly mad respect to literally all of the orkneys being menaces in different ways.

[youngersiblingstournament]

Round 1 Bracket 6

[daliathewitch]

The most normal day in Camelot

[queer-ragnelle]

on one hand, you can’t really generalize mythology. especially one with as long and varied a literary tradition as arthurian legend has.

on the other hand, agravaine is gay in 100% of retellings. i don’t make the rules. i’m simply presenting my findings. a safe assumption going into any story. you’re probably correct.

[mortiscausa]

and gawain's younger brothers: agravaine, gaheris and gareth

[oneshoulderangel]

Gawain: You can’t break what’s already broken.

Agravaine: Yes you can. It’s not a binary thing. There’s a spectrum of kinda broken to very broken. You are somewhere in the middle.

[repmet]

Brave words, Elyan. And they shall be your last.

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Rewatching Merlin season 4 reminds me just how much I hate Agravane.

I just got up to the Alator episode where Gwaine finds Agravane about to kill Gaius and despite being suspicious just does nothing?!

I get having priorities, Gaius needed medical attention and whatever, but later on he should’ve said something to Merlin or Arthur.

The writers did Gwaine so dirty after he became a knight.

I’ve never been so inclined to start playing fifty two card pick up with every orifice on a man’s face than I am having to watch 13 episodes of that snake skin, oil slick, unwashed shit stain. Why Arthur ever decided to trust Agravane is a mystery to me.

I kinda wish there was some more context there than just “surprise, conveniently evil uncle for all your plot device needs”

I don’t know what I want that context to be, my headcanons are mostly more graphic ways Merlin could’ve killed him in the caves, but there should be something. Like a way to prove himself to Arthur or something he did instead of just showing up out of the blue.

Then again, Morgana turned evil between seasons off camera so I don’t know why I’m expecting much.