My Sweet Isolde, 

Far across the raging seas have I travelled. Fierce and hideous beasts have I slaughtered. I have rode across Albion and dined with King Arthur at his table. I have fought in battle, and stolen the life of many men. I have looked into they eye of death, and bore his evil mark, until thy divine light did resurrect me. I drank a love potion with a beautiful princess, and took her love from my Uncle, King Mark. Though I have completed long enduring quests, and survived death, I have never been asked by a damsel to dress as a leper, to beg for gold and trinkets. I have never taken King Arthur’s leggings, nor had the opportunity to fool King Marks barons. Until thy sweet lips did speak of the favor. The dishonor I risked in that position had no effect on my choice, for I would do anything thou asked of me, no matter how dishonest, or righteous, anything for thy Love. It is true that when we met in Ireland, and began our trip to Cornwall, that we drank a love potion and fell into the depths for one another. We have betrayed our king, and our kingdom. But the soft of thy lips, and the sweet of thy breath would do enough for me to never want to leave thy side. The color of thine eyes and the length of thy hair, the melody of thy honeyed name, Isolde. Isolde, my dear Isolde, I have lied to you! I curse that dreaded potion for wearing off, and making us repent our sins, I could have lived in that forest by your side until we met our demise. I felt a shift in my heart in the time we spent together. A feeling of fire, a blaze that consumed me whole. The only regret I have is keeping a maiden as fair as you lost in the wilderness, hungry and cold. A Queen like you deserves to be dined with wine, and clothed in silk and furs. Isolde, I love thee true, that is why I have helped thee leave my side. For thou happiness means more to me than all the expeditions and honors I have received. It is true that a lowly Knight cannot compete with the luxuries of the King, and therefore I must let you go. I ask but one thing of thee my lovely, do not regret me, and do not forget me. I will forever be consumed with desire for thy love, a servant of thine heart. 

Forever,

Tristan 

 


Ygrene
10/17/2013 12:29pm

What a strangled grip the tale of Tristan and Isolde has placed upon my heart! While I feel bright and well-kept in the arms of my beloved king, this tale has done nothing but given me fear for the sake of my son. How I shudder to think of the blood from my loins, my true Arthur, ever suffering the strangulation of a broken heart. It takes great effort for my sore mind not to replace Tristan's name with that of dearest's Arthur's. I must attempt to hide the weeping that this prospect gives me. And the love potion, to feel strongly against one's will...such a terrible hex! While fancied by the eyes of dear Guinevere, while her name may be slain by other such texts thus far, I pray Arthur may never stray in his love because of magic. To love should be the greatest, most noble choice. The tragedy of Tristan and Isolde takes every breath out of me..though it stings even more to know they did not choose each other, not entirely. The work of magic has nailed their souls together without will. May they lie together after death sweeps them away.

- Ygrene

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King Arthur
10/17/2013 1:14pm

“My dear Tristian, it pains me to see you descent to the rubicund digits of love. Unbarred by despair, your heart is now absent, struggling in an eternal battle between the pang of guilt and anguish. A knight should not suffer so. Although love is applauded by the voices of saccharine delight, left untended, one will find themselves dancing in the obsequious shadows casted from heavens hands. You are nothing more than a victim of vile hex. The devils touch, which has now left you broken. You words touches me so but your grasps do not reach the levels unto which it wishes to reach. Do not allow yourself to fall to the passive shadows, young Tristian. Love does come and go. It pains me to even see you fall. It pains me as I try to be courteous with your sorrow for I have felt many sorrows, thus why I had given you and Isolde the floor over King. But now, you must face the adversity that stronger than any dragon or demon the earth may summon. You must now fight… a broken heart. You are strong. Do not perish on the steel of love.”

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Lanval
10/17/2013 4:33pm

Tristan, I feel for you and for the love you have for Isolde. Love can make one a fool indeed, believe me for I know. Although you betrayed your King, you did it because of love. I too was under a love spell, even though I did not take any potion. Maybe if you did not accidentally drink the potion, you may have found a love more suitable for you, as I did for myself. My love for my fairyqueen was without any potion. It is a tragic love story for the both of you, and it does break my heart. Whether or not your love was real is a question to ask. You acted like a fool for love; however, was it real love to begin with? Could you prove your love to the King without the potion ever having been there? You are strong and brave, especially when it comes to going after your love. I do understand how you feel with being a servant of her heart, for all men are fools for the love of their women. I sympathize for you and your broken heart.
-Lanval

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Merlin
10/17/2013 9:04pm

Oh isn't magic such a fun and lovely thing? Almost as funny as those who believe simple chemistry to be magic, hmph hmph. What a beautiful and wretched love that was, or was it love? To be possessed is a funny thing. Perhaps this is why God was so favorable to you Tristan. Your body was hijacked by the spell of such an elixir that is very dangerous, love is one of the, if not THE most powerful emotions. Look how you, er, whatever it was that was possessing you, shamed your king? There is a side effect though... its somewhat of a reverberation... it may not go away. You still care about her. You love her independant of the potion. Be careful, because from now on it is you that is responsible.

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Sir Bedivere
10/18/2013 7:46am

Tristan
Love has caused truth to pour out of you,Thy heart seeps with love for Isolde,However honor has been compromised by levels of deceit and trickery.Regret and lies are all proving in your downfall,as a honorable knight nothing should affect your feelings.Noble Tristan, as long as you stay loyal, true and heroic; Isolde love for you will transcend lifetimes.
Bedivere

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Sir Kay
10/18/2013 8:21am

Dear Tristan,
The love you feel toward that vile women is misplace lad. They tell me that you drank a concoction that ruined your senses. You are not yourself and have fallen in love with Isolde. I don’t know what was in it but you have become ill. Do not listen to these knights who do not know of TRUE love. Lanval speaks from experience being “unwell” and yet he has not told you forward what you should have done. Any sensible true chivalrous knight would have found a way to break the spell. When you did not, you suffered a fate some might say is worth than death. Merlin himself speaks of the power if being “unwell”. The fate of those knights who do not stick to the code are doomed to live the rest of their lives in misery and despair. The love you felt was false and now it would do you well to rid the thoughts from your mind. Perhaps speak to Merlin about a drink to help you. Or embark on a new quest for we all know of your skill with the blade and how you defeated the giant. Stay on the path of chivalry Tristan.

Sir Kay

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Uther
10/20/2013 10:09am

Tristran, you have endured much suffering in the name of love. I am also a man who stared death in the face, fought in battle, and conquered many men so that I could possess the love of my queen. Many obstacles were overcome by Isolde and thee. You did display great bravery, but I fear you have abandoned your honor in doing so. I will advise thee the same as I did Lanval: a chivalric knight never disgraces his king. And this is not only your king, but your uncle! Time and time again you betrayed and humiliated King Mark, and yet he has pardoned you once again. You’re lucky he is your king and not I! If one of my knights ever betrayed me I would have torn him limb from limb. Though, none would dare to do so. No, my kingdom respected me too greatly. I fear you have cast a spell on King Mark. Have you convinced a dwarf to help you? Merlin would never engage in such black magic! Of course you should love Queen Isolde, but only out of respect for your king. A knight should never engage in such acts with his queen! You may be worthy in battle Tristran, but that is it. You have dishonored yourself as a knight.
Uther

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Gawain
12/18/2013 2:07am

Tristan, your love is misplaced I'm afraid. Such infatuation had stemmed from magic. And this minor thing has led to so much suffering. Not only, I find your lack of honor and loyalty disturbing. You have brought shame upon the king and those who have sworn to him. And you have done all this in the name of love? I cannot condone such actions. I fear that you have lost sight to something that is more important. Do you truly think that such dishonor is worth the misplaced love you hold for this woman? Although it is not my place to judge, I feel that you should have given her up. It seems to me that nothing good has come about from such follies.

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Guinevere
12/18/2013 2:40am

A Queen needs luxuries to represent there King, to stand out from others beneath them. A Queen is suppose to be aside there King and make sure they are happy, when all we want is happiness. Poor Tristan, Isolde loves you until the end of time but she will never leave King Mark. That is her King she has duties to fulfill. You could chase after her for as long as you live you will never get the happily ever after displayed to the world. Your not even other King your barely a knight, Isolde would be a fool if she let a love spell change her life to your standard.

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Sir Robin
12/18/2013 10:43am

Tristen, though you are indeed a coward, I like that you admit to being a failure. What you did has no excuse, and your love potion is an excuse. You are on the same page as the coward Lancelot, and the worse part is that you go and marry someone because her name is Isolde, and she is beautiful. Poor isolde of White Hands. You betrayed your uncle, and what you truly deserve is to be killed, as so does Lancelot. Your love was wrong, and uncalled for. A brave man does not fall in love with the wrong person, especially his own uncles Queen. You have shown the true coward that you are to your whole Kingdom, and I assure you that once you die no one will miss you. You should have been more like myself, and Brave Knight of the Round Table, that is admired by many primarily because of his chivalry and loyalty. I am the best Knight of the round table. I have earned it unlike you.

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