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Arthur Pendragon (unites_kingdoms) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-07-12 00:25:00

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.

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solona
2019-07-12 11:15 pm UTC (link)

She’d never loved cities, and Goodland, which only offered up Central Park by way of nature - proved to be no exception to her self-imposed rule. It was the furthest thing from comfortable or familiar, even after ruling Amaranthine - the latter of which seemed downright homely at this point.Cobble-stone lined streets, buildings erected in brick, stone and wood and a variety of shopkeepers trying to sell their latest wares for exorbitant fees were fine - for a day, but by its end, she wanted to bask in the setting sun, feel the gentlest of breezes run across her fingers, and sit down in the grass - which Central Park unfortunately, forbid. Honestly, given the chance, she’d probably give up the last of her coin for the opportunity of a brisk walk in a forest.

But unfortunately, Central Park had to do. For now. And she’d found that with a coffee and a donut, it was almost [...] bearable? She stopped to dump a paper cup in a trash can, and went on her merry way again, allowing the Park to decide wherever she went next; it had worked out well for her in the past, and she saw no reason to stop now. She skirted clear of the dogs, happy enough to leave them be - she missed her own, and didn’t want to enable all those silly little thoughts of perhaps adopting a sturdy breed from Alistair’s place of work, even though she inevitably would, later - but managed to hear Arthur before she even saw him. Because armor, no matter how shoddily or actually well made, had a telltale rattle.

She’d heard plenty of it throughout her lifetime, from either kings, templars, soldiers darkspawn, and dwarves. It would never be a graceful sound, but it was interesting enough for her to try and follow, only to come face to face with a piece that was fit for a king. It was impressive, but clearly battle-worn - and her brow furrowed at the sight. “Do you any need help, Ser?”

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unites_kingdoms
2019-07-16 01:24 pm UTC (link)

Arthur had the appearance of a man somewhat on edge or at least a man moving with an air of caution - different from fear of course. His gaze moved systematically about, a frown about his lips that spoke of confusion. His usual response to be confused and needing someone to blame would be yelling loudly for is manservant until Merlin inevitably appeared, lurching out of some bush with a ridiculous excuse for his completely unnecessary absence.

But he had not appeared and Arthur’s sense of being entirely lost and without a single blade of grass that gave him any sense of his bearings, he decided all he could do was move on and learn what he could. He couldn’t help wishing he wasn’t entirely unarmed, being so unsure of what he would next face yet passersby seemed distracted, only interested if they caught a glance, even then he was simply offered a strange look.

What he had thought were his final words, were those of thanks to Merlin. A simple way to accept all that he had done, that his magic had saved him - but now this surely, surely had to be the work of evil sorcery - nothing else could explain it. The woman who did finally approach him, did so in a way that brought his guard down somewhat, but also advised he was somewhere they did not recognise the crest of Camelot, or House Pendragon.

"I’ve merely lost my bearings my Lady." He made every effort to sound overly polite and merely inconvenienced, as if he had turned a wrong corner and had not been inexplicably and impossibly brought to life, and transported to a place completely foreign to him. The letter that he had arrived with was still visibly clutched in his gloved hand. “If you could tell me more of where I arrived, I’d be very grateful.”

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