WHO: Arthur Pendragon & OTA WHAT: Arthur arrives in Goodland WHERE: Central Park - Anywhere in the park is fine. WHEN: Thursday - July 12th - Late Afternoon RATING: TBC - I suspect low!
It was rather like waking up- though perhaps a good deal more jarring, sudden, and a complete surprise, because Arthur Pendragon was quite sure he had died just now. He had felt a coldness, creep up from his limbs, to his very core, he felt his breath become too difficult to draw as if the air had become thick smoke and finally, he felt so tired, it was like a crushing weight upon him and all he’d wanted to do was close his eyes, even if he knew it was a surrender of sorts, and he hated the thought of that. Slowly, the differences between what he hand left, and what was now around him, began to filter in. Sights, sounds and smells.
A gloved hand felt at his side to touch where the fatal wound had been. All of that had gone, his injury had gone ..but the slit of Morgause’s sword through his maille was still there, it really had happened. He felt well, and strong again, as if none of it had ever happened, he felt nothing more than perhaps a little dazed. Arthur was perfectly able to walk and to go on alone now, a moment ago he was relying on Merlin to support his last steps before he could go no further. His wounds can't have been tended to as he was still head to toe in plate armor, maille and the livery of Camelot, minus Excalibur.
The next thought that occurred was the fact he had no ..idea where he was. True enough Merlin had said they needed to get to the lake, and he would be healed so perhaps he’d only almost died? But this ..was not the lake, this ..didn’t look like anywhere in the Five Kingdoms he’d ever travelled before. And it was very loud with sounds he’d never heard before, and strange and there was greenery around him with inexplicably smooth stone paths- and people ahead dressed in no garb he recognised.
“Merlin?” Arthur ventured for lack of anything else to do, spinning around to look for his manservant, utter confusion upon his face. When he turned back, he found a note at his feet, kneeling to pick it up.