Should Eowyn come to the stables that day (which Lamorak guesses is a probable thing), she'll find a bunch of wildflowers and a note, in a fine hand, though with the creative spelling of his era. It reads:

Forgive my absence from our ride, my lady, but my brother needs assistance on his farm today. Please accept these by way of apology or, ( Read more... )

Lamorak has, somehow, managed to miss the death of Guinevere. In fact, he missed pretty much everything that's happened in the past weeks, just working on Percy's farm and taking rides alone. He's been clearing his head, though he hasn't really been gone ( Read more... )

Lamorak is back at the stables, giving his horse some much needed attention. He's finally beginning to feel like himself again, more or less, and he might even be smiling absently as he runs a brush through his horse's mane. Feel free to come bother him.

Lamorak, while not quite well, is finally fed up enough being still that cabin fever has set in. So he convinces himself that it's a good idea to go retrieve his sword. He leaves a note in his room, should Percy or Dinadan stop by, saying not to worry, he's gone out, but he's being very careful. He doesn't know much about vampire lore, but he ( Read more... )

Lamorak stumbles out of the woods, barefoot and only half clothed in charred rags; apparently coming back to life will not fully restore burned clothing, and his hair is also burned in certain foul-smelling places. He's very cold, and very disoriented, and has a nasty scar on his throat. Maybe he's still dead. That wouldn't entirely surprise him, ( Read more... )

While Lamorak has never been the most social of Arthur's knights, he's missed his hunting shift. Neither Percy nor Cimorene would have seen him for awhile. And those who are near the stables on a regular basis might notice his horse wandering around, ungroomed but still saddled ( Read more... )

Lamorak is coming out to check on Percy, as last he checked, his younger brother was suffering from amnesia and a deep leg wound. And, incidentally, because he needs to talk to him, if he's no longer so afflicted. But it's a nice day, so he walks slowly, taking in the sunshine.

Lamorak's been riding, and now is lying in the field, spread out in the sun. He's a bit sweaty, from the hard ride, but the day is so fine, he's loathe to get up just yet. He looks at ease, stretched out in the clearing this way.

It's evening, and Lamorak is walking alone by the caves. He may not be consciously looking for Lydia Pandora, but she's been on his mind since he met her, and he certainly wouldn't mind finding her, should he happen to succeed.

ETA: Adult content.

It is the middle of the night. Lamorak, pale and sleep deprived and a bit disheveled, is riding up to the house with Ragnelle, significantly paler and in her nightthings and only semi-lucid. Enough so that he's keeping her from falling off the horse, actively ( Read more... )