arturius | One Silver Piece - [Action / Voice]

[Arthur jolted awake, shivering. His first thought was his sword, immediately reaching for it, only to find snow waiting for him. He soon realized he was half naked in the snow. Not good. It must have been an enchantment. His sister's doing, no doubt. All he had to his name was simple pants and a strange book. After yelling for Merlin for a bit, he gritted his teeth, tightened his jaw, and picked a direction. Fortunately a small abandoned outpost wasn't too far away. Inside he found some spare clothing, some food, and a map.

His first stop was the smithy. He had intended to request a weapon, hoping to find some loyalty to Camelot. But after discovering the recently claimed sword in the stone and no staff present, he simply took the weapon back. Far be it for him to deal with thieves. The shirt of chainmail was most likely his as well. He took that back in short order as well, pulling it back on. This was no doubt a town of thieves and sorcerers. They must have abandoned him in the snow, figuring he would freeze to death. Well, they thought wrong. He would be getting to the bottom of this.

And what better place to find bandits than a tavern? He had no gold on him, but he figured he would rectify that problem once he had found his attackers. So sitting down at the bar, he slapped the bar, and ordered a cold tankard of mead, while carefully surveying the occupants in the bar.]

[Voice] (after his time at the bar)

I am Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot. If there are any other citizens of Camelot still loyal to me, speak up. There are important matters to discuss.

((ooc: so for the record, if you want to action it up, he can be found at Good Spirits or later, in the plaza during his voice message))

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I'm glad to hear you have some sense about you. This place seems to have sorcery all over it.

This place, mate, is the very picture of sorcery. Sorcerous types floating about everywhere, casting their spells this way and that. A man can hardly sleep for it!

And no one does anything about it?

Nah; an' all us poor peasant-types, suffering the ill-aftereffects.

Unfortunately there's not much I can do for you. I have no control over what happens in lands outside my own.

If you ask me, this place needs a strong king-type to forbid sorcerous villains who enjoy hexing people from practicing their evil magics.

[He is not forgetting that one time that Giles hexed him, last year.]

Dirty pool, that.

I doubt a strong king would make much of a difference if he can't even stop the sorcerers holding us here. [But you know. If Arthur gets out of the barrier, he'll give that a shot.]

They aren't quite entirely sorcerers, mate. They use modern clockwork and science-ish things as well.

It looks nothing like any science I've seen. [Which is well. Simple. And stuff that Gaius does.]

Me neither, but I'll admit I haven't seen a great deal of science. Metal men, lad. Those are apparently highly scientifical, and they're set loose on us every so often.

Metal men? Like living armor, then?

Actually...not so very different from that. Except THESE metal men are unstoppable! Swords, guns, magic--nothing has any effect on them.

A cannon might do, possibly, but we don't have one, here.

Guns? Cannons? What manner of weapons are these?

.....Picture a catapult. Oooor a trebuchet, if you want to get fancy. Now picture it a thousand times more better. THAT'S a cannon!

Sounds deadly. But I didn't expect force to be much good. Something so obvious would have torn down the barrier by now.

The barrier, I surmise, is stronger than the metal men. But aye - we've got to be careful of our armaments here. There's not such a large supply of powder and shot for the guns, though we've a smithy what makes swords and such.

[Well, he has no idea why this fellow needs powder, but he won't comment on it.]

I've been to the smithy. Fortunately I found my own sword there. Or at least, one I recently acquired.

Ex-cali-whatsamaroo?

... excuse me? [You. Lost him.]

Your sword. What's-its-face.

[You're speaking madness, captain.]

My sword. My sword doesn't have a name. It belonged to the first king of Camelot.

You haven't named?! Just what sort of King Arthur ARE you?

What sort? There are no other King Arthurs.

I suppose...I suppose there can be only one. If another were to show up with a properly named sword, however, you would have to bow to his superior Arthurness.

You're mad, aren't you?

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