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• star=Alicia Vikander, Sarita Choudhury
• writed by=David Lowery
• countries=USA
• An epic fantasy adventure based on the timeless Arthurian legend, "The Green Knight" tells the story of Sir Gawain (Dev Patel), King Arthur's reckless and headstrong nephew, who embarks on a daring quest to confront the eponymous Green Knight, a gigantic emerald-skinned stranger and tester of men. Gawain contends with ghosts, giants, thieves, and schemers in what becomes a deeper journey to define his character and prove his worth in the eyes of his family and kingdom by facing the ultimate challenger. From visionary filmmaker David Lowery comes a fresh and bold spin on a classic tale from the knights of the round table

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Watch full length the green knight 2. Watch full length the green knight online free. Watch Full Length The Green knight frank. Watching this film having taken psychedelics in the past is probably much different to watching it without taking them. Yeah, I know it's a grim-dark orgin story, but I would hope you all can look past it. Let me know your thoughts, or if you would like to hear the backstories of my other characters! I was supposed to be a gift to my parents. I was their first born. The one to carry on my father’s name. My mother’s stalwart knight in shining swaddling clothes. Imagine their shock when I had to be cut out of her. Ashen white skin instead of soft and pink. Red eyes, the color of the heart of a blacksmiths forge. Ebony horns instead of silky hair. And a tail lashing around the midwifes arms. I am told she dropped me, and ran shrieking out of the room, screaming to anyone who would listen about a curse or some foul magic. The mob only died down when my father forced them away, sword in one hand, me in the other. He named me Raziel. I was his son, and he was my father. If I close my eyes, I can picture him looking down at me, a faint grin across his face. Years passed, I grew, and the town’s mistrust for me did as well. While cold and distant, I was still the child of one of their own, which afforded me some measure of protection as I went about my days. To my parent’s thought, I was their son. My food was always warm, my needs never went unfulfilled. Tutors schooled me behind a closed door, under the cover of night as to avoid any outside attention. My clothes were always mended, my wounds healed by the hands of a mother who never quite recovered after my birth, but smiled weakly at me, telling me stories of the lands where she came from, great cities with scholars and courtiers roaming the streets next to colorful jesters. My father taught me the art of the blade. The promise of hard work, and the reward of leading a just life. He taught me strength. Patience. To rely on the voice in my head to guide me on the right path. That one day, they all would see me for what I truly was. He believed in me. Right up until the end… Everything that went wrong in the village was blamed on me though. Calf stillborn? It was The Ashen Demon. Well dried up? Ashen Demon. Fire burned town Mordecai’s barn? Guess who was brought before the towns magistrate to explain. Each time they would yell, and point their fingers, but nothing ever came of it. They could never prove that I was responsible for their misfortune. The glow on my parent’s faces when my mother became with child once more brought joy to the house once again. I was even excited. Hopeful to see another like me. That I wasn’t a mistake. That I was not unique. Alas, the small girl that came effortlessly out was pink and perfect, with blonde hair and ice blue eyes. I wanted to hate her, but one look and I swore to my parents that I would protect her with everything I had. Esmer, I tried…I really tried…I am so sorry… The night it happened, everything felt different. I was in my 16th?year, rapidly approaching the point where I had to make my way in the world. As I walked back from the merchant stalls, the looks the town gave me were more than hostile. The cold in the air seemed unnatural for this time. It was far too quiet. I didn’t feel the first stone, but I felt the next half dozen. I could smell the oil slick on the torches. I could hear the crowd. I could taste their hatred. I ran, as quick as my legs could take me back to the house. The sky seemed to grow darker each second. I heard the curses being hurled at me, the stones falling on the path behind me. I felt the sting of the crossbow bolt as it struck my arm. I made it through the oaken door of my house, blood pouring down my arm, as my father looked in horror, my sister running up to bind my wound with a piece of her best dress. My mother had my father’s sword in her trembling hands. My father took the heavy wood axe from the by the door. They never stood a chance. The mob fought like they were possessed. They hacked through the door as if it were gossamer. My father took several crossbow bolts in the chest, a sickening thud as he fell to the ground, coughing his lifeblood away, My mother charged, howling into the crowd, pushing them out of the door, and screaming at Esmer and I to run out the back. I grabbed Esmer’s tiny hand, and I ran. I didn’t see my mother fall, but I heard her cry stop far too suddenly. We made it only a few dozen feet before I noticed I was dragging a corpse. The arrow had caught Esmer in the back of her head, the point breaching and breaking through one of those ice blue eyes. Her beautiful blonde hair stained dark crimson in the moonlight. Her hand frozen in its death grip onto mine. When the mob came upon me, my screams were louder than theirs. I was yelling curses at them, pleading and begging for anyone to help me. Slowly, they made their way closer and closer. I closed my eyes, and knew that no one was coming. No one had heard my pitiful cries for help. She heard me. She listened to me. And she granted my wish. The Raven Queen. The shadows seemed to grow and take form around me, around the mob. I could hear the flapping of great wings and the cawing of birds. I could feel the warmth of the blood of the villagers on my skin. The thick copper taste in the air, the steam rising from the bodies. When I opened my eyes, I beheld the carnage surrounding me. Their ruined forms littered the ground before my feet, their torches casting shadows on their shocked faces, frozen in fear, drawn in death. Every soul I had ever known, my entire life, lay broken around me. They were gone. My family…gone… I was alone, a single light of life awash in a sea of corpses. Then, something drew my focus. Laying on the ground in front of me was a piece of parchment and a black candle, it’s light green flame flickering weakly in the darkness. On the parchment rested a single raven’s feather quill, black and shimmering. Two words were written on the parchment. Simple and concise. …serve…me… I took the quill, and scrawled my name with shaking, blood covered hands. As soon as I had finished, the parchment was ripped out of my hands, and held up to the flame of the candle. The small green flame leapt out, and embraced the parchment. It danced in the air, hovering before me, its form twisting and shaping. The shadows surrounding it seemed to be drawn in. I could hear horrible screaming. If it was echoes, memories, or my own, I could not tell. It all seemed to be pulled into the swirling mass of darkness and green fire growing before me. I fell to the grown, grabbing my throbbing head, questioning if I was loosing my mind. Before I passed out, the last thing I saw was the moon, pale in the sky, white as my own skin, and the single shadow of a great raven floating in the night sky in front of it. I awoke to the feel of warm sunlight on my face. I opened my eyes, and stood up. The evidence of the horror of last night was still there, but that isn’t what drew my attention. There, plunged into the stained earth before me, was a sword. It’s blade, the length of my arm, seemed to be solid and yet not, like frozen shadow made into steel, a slight green flame running along it’s perfect razor edge. A single raven’s feather was tied to the hilt. I grabbed the leather bound handle, and it seemed perfect as to fit my hand, as if it was built for me. I raised it out of the ground, and as soon as it was clear, it vanished into smoke. It was gone, but I knew where it was. I knew I could call on it when it was needed. And it would be needed. But there was something I needed to do before I set out. The townspeople could rot as far as I was concerned. I lifted Esmer’s broken body in my arms, lighter than I remembered it. I took it back to my old house, through the broken door, and set her gently in her bed, covering her with her heavy blanket. She always got so cold so easily. I managed to get my mother and my father into their bed, setting them side by side, in the same position I always saw them in when they laid down for the night, holding hands, facing each other. The fire I set consumed the house so quickly, as if it was made of tinder. I sat and watched it burn down, the heat of it singing my hair, stinging my eyes. When the evenings stars where just awakening in the sky, I looked at the pile of rubble and ash that held my life. My old life. My new one was just beginning. The whispers in my head told me where I had to go now. I had to meet someone. A traveling cleric named Asperid who’s soul had escaped death one too many times, and now was marked by the Raven Queen. The whispers told me that he was the one responsible for working the crowd into their frenzy. That he told them I was an unnatural punishment for the misdeeds of my father and my mother so long ago. That if the town purged us from their lives, that great fortune would befall one of them. I suppose he was right, but just not in the way they were hoping. It didn’t matter. I would have my revenge, and The Raven Queen would have his soul. But I was going to take my time. I needed to test the limits of my power. I needed to test the edge of my blade. I walked into the wilds, away from the house, from the town, from my memories. There would be new ones to make. My life may had started years ago as I was cut screaming from my mother, but it began now. With this new power, I never again would be a victim. No one I loved would ever be allowed to come to harm ever again. If my servitude to The Raven Queen was the price I had to pay for that, I would pay it a thousand times over again without question. She has promised me great things. I just have to help her. I have to find those souls that have escaped death. And if in my travels, I find the lost sword Blackrazor and bring it to her in the Realm of Shadow, then my debt is pa
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Watch full length the green knights. Sir Gawaine and the green Knight, Like all Arthurian tales borrows from a tremendous variety of sources some of which are Anglo-Saxon And nordic however primarily it is a Celtic tale the best analysis's of this was performed by JRR Tolkien. You can find the notes on his translation of sir Gawain and the green Knight with its analysis's of its ultimate sources you will be greatly enlightened. One thing to note very specifically is there is a story regarding Cuchullain that is basically the same story except instead of a green Knight we have a giant. And it doesn't reference obviously a Christmas feast but just and Warrior's honor and keeping your word. Give it a look I greatly enjoy your channel.
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British television at its best. Thanks for uploading. Your so sad pointing something like that out, thats how we used to live you need to watch some more documentaries mate. We wuz goths'n'sheit! XD Well done, glorious fellows of Europe. Thanks for the video and copious amounts of enlightenment. Greetings from America, and a Happy New Year to the both of you. Damn Coachella looks different this year.

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Biography: Flâneur. MSc Medieval Literatures & Cultures '20 @EdinburghUni. Interests include: Le Morte Darthur, dead languages, heroism. #JamesTaitBlackPrize Reader.