[video | backdated to last saturday]
[There's a bit of static before the scene opens in a small, rural village. Ealdor. Merlin's got mud on him but a huge smile on his face. Various other members of the village smile, wave and greet him asking how the cows were behaving today and if the fields gave him too much trouble. He only laughs and shakes his head. Carefully, he ducks into a small hut where he sets down his farming tools.
He groans and rolls his shoulders, obviously worn out from a hard day's work and manually starts up a fire before collapsing into his modest bed nearby with a satisfied grin on his face.]
OOC: Meet a magic-less Merlin who's never left Ealdor. He's a farmer who's blissfully unaware of his true, magic-ridden destiny.
He groans and rolls his shoulders, obviously worn out from a hard day's work and manually starts up a fire before collapsing into his modest bed nearby with a satisfied grin on his face.]
OOC: Meet a magic-less Merlin who's never left Ealdor. He's a farmer who's blissfully unaware of his true, magic-ridden destiny.