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    Edit: (after looking it up) There's a scene early in Le Morte where the "commons" of Caerleon actually join the battle against Lot and the other rebellious kings. They come out with clubs and staves and kill the knights until the kings run away.
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    hmmm... not exactly what i was looking for (i'm also technically re-writing le morte d'arthur for what im writing so). anyway, battle scene aftermath...

    death in the air, blood on the plains, scattered brains and bits, split bone and torn limb, those cries silenced by the coming down of steel upon skull. with dented armor and bandaged wounds galore, stained blades, shattered lances, and splintered shields, they'd won their first battle to unify the north. the king stood alone, staring out into the horizon, oblivious to the carnage behind her, eyes ever on that light which blinded her. the glimmering sunlight of a destiny she was born to lead, fading beneath dark clouds further on, into rugged valley and tundra. white, rolling hills and clusters of mist, masking a land with a history of savagery and violence indigenous to the invader's homeland an ocean away. barbarians. horned horrors, carrion-loving fiends terrorizing the people she vowed to protect when pulling sword from stone. where the tall and terrible once marched from, burning and bleeding the land in her war of vengeance. a perversion of what she'd been before and, watching the naive girl-king she herself had been, caliburn under clasped hands, now amid that carnage and tending to those she previously kept her back toward, arturia better understood the monster she too would be become to those very same she vowed to protect.
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    i want to add something about the smell, but hm... simply saying "the stench of death in the air"... eh, not a fan

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    the tall and terrible is boudica.

    There was, once, a barbarian queen. Tall and terrible, a bringer of destruction, and in her wake left numerous atrocities. Once, she was human; a mother, loving and kind. Now, she was a warrior; a goddess, hateful and cruel. She was the Queen of Carrion, nourishing her appetite on the corpses of those who dared to stand in her way. She was Boudica, a woman of rage, and, regret. And, nothing, not the fates, nor the Eagle, could hold back her vengeance. Not until Rome itself, and the one responsible for her pain, burned.

    How they do frighten her,
    From recounts, most horrid,
    Of fierce, fiery warriors,
    Who fought upon the clouds,
    In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
    Lead by a red-painted lioness, once whipped in the fields,
    Now raining blood upon the streets;
    The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
    Where horses did neigh, and dying men did groan,
    And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the Capital,
    For, a mother's love, and a warrior's hate,
    Were one and the same.

    And, how sweet and awful was Germanicus,
    That did she fear the Tall and Terrible Queen of Carrion so.

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    Looks pretty good so far.

    There's a lot of testimony to be read about the smells of battlefields. Apart from modern things like gunpowder and burning plastic, the common thread is decaying flesh, which, if you've so much as walked by roadkill, you know can be horrible - now imagine it all around you and inescapable... In the first few hours, I expect the strongest smell would be the occasional voided bowel, plus blood, the body odor of everyone present, and (depending on the environment) churned-up mud, which can be unpleasant in its own right. The longer the bodies were left unburied, the stronger the smell of spoilage would become, until it overwhelmed everything else.
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    voided bowel, churned-up mud... Yeah, I could use that. Thank ya.

    The other thing since the setting is actually revealed to be a
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    亜種並行世界 / 異聞帯 (parallel world / lostbelt -- i believe those are the correct terms?)
    that continues into the modern timeline I wonder what else to show in there because while Morgana knows what it is and so does Merlin, Lion King is forced to figure it out as she goes. Musashi is also involved, yada yada...

    hm.

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    on second thought maybe it's
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    okay:

    There was, once, a barbarian queen. Tall and terrible, a bringer of destruction. Once, a mother. Loving and kind. Then, a warrior. Horrible and cruel. Later, a goddess. Indifferent and disposed. She was the Queen of Carrion, nourishing her appetite on the corpses of those who dared to stand in her way. She was Boudica, a woman of rage, and regret. And, nothing, not the fates, nor the Eagle, could hold back her fury. Not until Rome itself, and the one responsible for her pain, burned.

    They'd won their first battle to unify the north.

    Crouched knee-deep in the battle's aftermath, Arturia thought of her in the wet, iron-scented rain. Voided bowels and blood-churned mud. Broken teeth, punctured flesh, scattered brains and bits, split bone and torn limb, bodies littering the field friend and enemy both. Arrow cushioned knights drowning in their own gurgled cries. Crushed by hammer, cut by axe, skewered by spear, hewn by sword. Silenced with the coming down of steel upon skull. The survivors, brandishing dented armor and bandaged wounds galore. Stained blades, shattered lances, splintered shields. Her, standing alone, staring out into the horizon, oblivious to the carnage behind, eyes ever on that light which blinded them, looking forward to the glimmering sunlight of a destiny she was born to lead, fading beneath dark clouds further on into rugged valley and tundra. White, rolling hills and clusters of mist, masking a land with a history of savagery and violence indigenous to the invader's homeland an ocean away. Barbarians. Horned horrors, helmeted marauders, crow-loving fiends. Terrorizing the people she vowed to protect when pulling sword from stone. From where the Tall and Terrible once marched, burning and bleeding the land in her war of vengeance. A perversion of what she'd been before and, watching the naive girl-king she herself had been, Caliburn under clasped hands, now simply another amid that carnage and helping tend to those she previously kept her back toward, Arturia better understood the monster she too would become--the unshaken ideal--to those very same.

    How they do frighten her,
    From recounts, most horrid,
    Of fierce, fiery warriors,
    Who fought upon the clouds,
    In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
    Lead by a red-painted lioness, once whipped in the fields,
    Now raining blood upon the streets;
    The noise of battle hurtled in the air,
    Where horses did neigh, and dying men did groan,
    And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the Capital,
    For, a mother's love, and a warrior's hate,
    Were one and the same.

    And, how sweet and awful was Germanicus,
    That did she fear the Tall and Terrible Queen of Carrion so.

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    of course this would be the end of the chapter, i believe most of it will consist of king arthur going from place to place gathering allies before 1st battle and then moving on into scotland, then wales in the following 2 or 3.

    something something, round table, something something guinevere and morgan, something something vortigern, dark knights, king pellinore and holy spear. questing beast? irishmen? scathach and the morrigan? fragarach? hnnngggg

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