♔ 2 | The Other Side...

[not_a_clotpole]

The rain is pelting down and the rocks are hard under Arthur's feet as he flees through the forest looking for somewhere to hide.

Behind him are thundering footfalls, the sound of a band of knights in pursuit.

Arthur picks a bad moment to look over his shoulder to see if his pursuers are gaining ground on him, suddenly he's tripping on a fallen log and tumbling down a steep embankment to the bottom, collecting any number of bruises and scrapes.

The wind is knocked out of him for a moment and he finds himself unable to move for a moment, which is long enough for faces to appear at the top of ditch, the knights of Camelot! Coming for him!

They have however, grouped themselves together and Arthur sees his chance. He scrambles to his feet and makes a desperate gesture, his eyes momentarily flash gold - so quick one would be hard pressed to notice - and a large heavy branch falls on top of the knights knocking them down.

It gives him precious time, time that he can use to escape...

If there even is escape.

Magic in Camelot will get you killed.

(OOC: No prizes for guessing the Chessboard flip - Arthur's warrior skills have been replaced by magic. He's now a Druid and an enemy of Camelot...)

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[not_a_clotpole]

[Well, this is getting awkward. There's quite a bit of murmuring from the others, this time slightly less than friendly.

The Druids are not a violent people, but they revere their leaders.

Arthur quickly intervenes.]

"I think you've misunderstood, Father Friede was welcoming you to the community. I'm considered a child as well...we all are. But that is not a comment on your abilities or anything of that sort."

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She backs down with very poor grace. She eyes the community leader, then Arthur, almost as though she doesn't understand why Arthur is calling her off. She clearly wants to prolong the confrontation instead.

But slowly, the tension leaves her posture.]

The ones chosen to infiltrate the armory will be disguised as knights. Like me right now.

[not_a_clotpole]

[Well, the last thing Arthur wants is a fight to break out, not least of all because he's pretty sure Mercury would defeat them all.]

"We can trust Mercury," [he says again.] "And we need weapons, if we're going to protect ourselves." [He looks around at the community members.] "Who's with us?"

[It's a moment or two, but soon a few men step forward.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[A satisfied nod. Mercury looks the volunteers up and down.]

These are the brave ones, then.

[She addresses them directly next.]

Can any of you fight? If it doesn't go as planned, you may have to.