The Wicked Day [Open!]

The sound of sliding metal rang out through the strangely still air. Evening light gleamed off of a beautiful blade held fast by leather gloves. A sweep of red nearly engulfed the tall man, his vibrantly colored cape whirling around him as he spun around to assess his surroundings. What... What happened? Where was he? ”Merlin!” He called out, demanding the sorcerer reveal himself. Was this one of his advisor’s strange tests, lessons? He had just been speaking with the old man, then suddenly he was here. At least, he thought he had been speaking with him. Or was it one of his knights? Everything began to mold together in a blur, and Arthur squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to piece together exactly what had happened. It wasn’t winter in Camelot... Did he lose time? Was this a dream? What the bloody hell was happening? He had to get back home. He had to find his horse and find Merlin and find his way home to figure out what the fuck just happened to him and how. The man kept a tight hold on his sword, not even remembering the golden circlet atop his head. He wasn’t wearing his crown thankfully, but the circlet would make it relatively obvious that he was of royal blood. Not exactly a good thing if he was in enemy territory. His kingdom was in a time of peace, so he didn’t believe that this was some kind of attack, but a healthy dose of paranoia and caution could never hurt. ”Hello?” He said, feathering his bearded jaw. Arthur felt a chill bite at him through his tunic and chainmail and decided that he couldn’t stay outside if he wanted to make it home. A dead king would do the kingdom no good, so he started walking, looking for someone to direct him home. arthur The Once and Future King