And I can't stay ↔ [ open ]
Characters: idkmywarlock & ANYONE!!
Setting/Location: Steamdrab / Caravan
Date & Time: Day 10, night time
Warnings: None atm!
Summary: Arthur's finally managed to make his way to this village he's been told about. Unfortunately for him, the "little scratch" on his shoulder is making it a little hard to go the rest of the way.
It certainly had taken him longer than he'd expected to find his way out of the forest. From what he'd been told, the near0by village was, well, near-by. No more than an hour's distance away at best. Unfortunately for him, he was having to make the journey on foot. Which would be fine by itself, but coupled with the fact that a) there were beasts he needed to be aware of lurking all around him and b) the ache in his shoulder was acting up more now than it had before; it was not proving to be an easy task at all.
Still, he trekked on, wondering just what kind of situation he'd ended up in. There was so much that made no sense at all. The magic box, the people, the things he'd heard about this being a different world entirely- it was enough to make his head spin. Or maybe that was the wound which he was sure needed some kind of salve and re-dressing by now. But he couldn't stop now. While he was no stranger to camping out in the forest, he couldn't stop until he'd made sure he was in a safer place than this. Every so often, his thoughts would turn to his manservant, Merlin, and he hoped that if the other boy was here, he was faring better than Arthur himself. After all, Merlin could hardly protect himself in the face of danger. He may have carried a sword, but he was far from being fluid in his movements with it and he wasn't the type to hurt anyone.
With a sigh and silent prayer (that he'd probably never, ever admit) that Merlin was alright wherever he might be, he continued walking. He was starting to see a clearing up ahead and it made him hurry his pace in an effort to reach it sooner. The sword he'd been using to help prop him was swiftly tucked back into its sheath as Arthur all but broke out into a run to make it out of the forest.
In a few minutes time, he made it - gasping all the while from the strain that his body protested. He came to a stop near one of the building and leaned against it so he could catch his breath. As he did, he took the chance to take a look around at what kind of village he'd ended up in. It seemed, for all intents and purposes, like any other village but Arthur could tell there was something different about it. There were no signs of life anywhere, in the houses or in the streets. No women tending to clothes or bringing water home for food, no men returning home after a hard day's work, no children running about the streets. It was getting late, true, but still the village had an eerie feel to it that wasn't exactly welcoming, was it?
He shook his head of the thoughts and moved to see if he could spot this Caravan he'd been told about. Or at least, he would've if he hadn't just doubled over the minute he took a step forward.
[ ooc; so I'm just putting this up here now since it's Day 11 now and I don't want to be backlogging too much. Replies will be done in the morning since I've gotta head to bed. ;o; ]
Setting/Location: Steamdrab / Caravan
Date & Time: Day 10, night time
Warnings: None atm!
Summary: Arthur's finally managed to make his way to this village he's been told about. Unfortunately for him, the "little scratch" on his shoulder is making it a little hard to go the rest of the way.
It certainly had taken him longer than he'd expected to find his way out of the forest. From what he'd been told, the near0by village was, well, near-by. No more than an hour's distance away at best. Unfortunately for him, he was having to make the journey on foot. Which would be fine by itself, but coupled with the fact that a) there were beasts he needed to be aware of lurking all around him and b) the ache in his shoulder was acting up more now than it had before; it was not proving to be an easy task at all.
Still, he trekked on, wondering just what kind of situation he'd ended up in. There was so much that made no sense at all. The magic box, the people, the things he'd heard about this being a different world entirely- it was enough to make his head spin. Or maybe that was the wound which he was sure needed some kind of salve and re-dressing by now. But he couldn't stop now. While he was no stranger to camping out in the forest, he couldn't stop until he'd made sure he was in a safer place than this. Every so often, his thoughts would turn to his manservant, Merlin, and he hoped that if the other boy was here, he was faring better than Arthur himself. After all, Merlin could hardly protect himself in the face of danger. He may have carried a sword, but he was far from being fluid in his movements with it and he wasn't the type to hurt anyone.
With a sigh and silent prayer (that he'd probably never, ever admit) that Merlin was alright wherever he might be, he continued walking. He was starting to see a clearing up ahead and it made him hurry his pace in an effort to reach it sooner. The sword he'd been using to help prop him was swiftly tucked back into its sheath as Arthur all but broke out into a run to make it out of the forest.
In a few minutes time, he made it - gasping all the while from the strain that his body protested. He came to a stop near one of the building and leaned against it so he could catch his breath. As he did, he took the chance to take a look around at what kind of village he'd ended up in. It seemed, for all intents and purposes, like any other village but Arthur could tell there was something different about it. There were no signs of life anywhere, in the houses or in the streets. No women tending to clothes or bringing water home for food, no men returning home after a hard day's work, no children running about the streets. It was getting late, true, but still the village had an eerie feel to it that wasn't exactly welcoming, was it?
He shook his head of the thoughts and moved to see if he could spot this Caravan he'd been told about. Or at least, he would've if he hadn't just doubled over the minute he took a step forward.
[ ooc; so I'm just putting this up here now since it's Day 11 now and I don't want to be backlogging too much. Replies will be done in the morning since I've gotta head to bed. ;o; ]