Arthur Pendragon (unites_kingdoms) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2015-05-04 20:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: arthur pendragon, character: leslie knope |
This was a dark age.
WHO: Arthur Pendragon & Open!
WHERE: Anywhere from Sleepy Hollow to Ouijawood Park
WHEN: Backdated to Arthur's arrival
WHAT: Arthur clomps around town, to get a look around and see about a way home.
WARNINGS: Grumpy King? Arthur's stubborn and he probably won't accept he can't go home even if you tell him 10000 times.
STATUS: In progress
Arthur hardly needed much encouragement to leave the building he'd appeared in, it felt particularly eerie and only grew more unnerving by the minute. Stranger still his captors apparently had no interest in restraining someone in their hold, they allowed him to leave without much fuss at all – he'd expected some sort of escape plan, or at least attempting to give them the slip. He had been assured that the entire town was a prison, but Arthur certainly couldn't see how – perhaps there were bandits, not unlike in Ealdor, holding the town under threat, stealing their livelihood and murdering their citizens to keep them in line. If that was so, Arthur could not see why it should go on and get his bearings and he would rally those he'd spoken to. If he could train the villagers, he likely could train these people too. He'd already begun to entertain the though of how he might establish who his fellow 'prisoners' were and how to ensure they left too.
First, he had decided he'd find a path back to Camelot. Of course, easier said than done; he recognised no landmarks and had no maps to guide him, he could be anywhere within the five Kingdoms or beyond. Worse still the roads were strangely fashioned as were the buildings, constructions he'd never seen anything like before, nothing in this place had any air of familiarity to it in the least. It made it even more difficult to imagine which way he ought to head, still he would persist and in time he'd discover his way. No doubt his knights would have set out to locate him, and Merlin would probably be tagging along will some ill conceived plot to aide them. Perhaps that should tell him to stay still and wait to join them, but to do nothing at all but wait to be rescued was was not something Arthur could do.
The strode meaningfully down the main street, headed south, keeping a watch out around him as he did – he didn't feel the need to stay out of sight or creep about even if he felt an increasing sense of being watched, he was after all rather determined to confront anyone behind this abduction if he should met them. Arthur made an imposing sight in his travels, medieval armour and all, his red cape lifting in the breeze behind him, sword resting at his hip.