Arthur Pendragon (kingofthewho) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-10-29 17:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | p: christie, p: giles |
Who: Arthur Pendragon canon, Merlin canon
What: Meeting again for the first time
Where: outside Om Block
When: Saturday night (backdated to the night of his arrival)
Warnings: none likely
Status: incomplete
Arthur Pendragon was lost, in more ways than one. Mere hours ago he had been in his command tent, reading correspondence by flickering candlelight while awaiting reports from the scouts on the latest movements of the Norman army, fighting off sleep and the tension of not knowing when or where the next battle would fall. Only to find himself suddenly elsewhere, far from the field of battle and anything he understood at all. Possibly it was only shock that had prevented him from panic, or else some magic in the place where he had been taken. For whatever the nature of this prison, his capture had surely been through some great sorcery. Even the walls themselves were constructed from such materials as to seem profoundly alien, to say nothing of such marvels as a book through which one could compose a letter and receive an instantaneous response . . . .
Merlin. He would find Merlin. The knowledge that he was not alone in this place was at the moment the only thing preventing the young king from flying into full-blown panic . . . although the fact that his old mentor did not know him, this was as unnerving as anything else. Arthur was used to dealing with Merlin somewhat out of chronological order, but never by more than a few months, for his old friend had always told him it was too dangerous to travel much further forward or backwards in time than that.
Unfortunately, to find Merlin, he had to find ‘Omicron Block.’ That was proving harder than Arthur expected. The map had been easy enough to read, but the area that was supposed to be Omicron appeared to be obstructed by some form of barrier. Yet Merlin had assured him that this was his current residence. “Perhaps there is some trick to gain admittance,” Arthur mused. He wondered if cutting his way in would work, then dismissed the idea. If this place was built through magic, then there would be some riddle or spell . . .
The latter would be more of a problem.