In a roleplay of myth and a journal of wonder, the destiny of a great player rests on the shoulders of a young commenter.  Their name...you!  If there's anything you'd like to say about how I'm playing Merlin, let me know here!  Anon is on, screening is on, IP logging is off.  Or, if there's something about me that you just can't put your finger ( Read more... )

[Merlin's a pretty heavy sleeper, so it takes him a few minutes to go from groggy to awake. The first thing he notices is that these...are definitely not his clothes. They're quite a bit fancier than anything he's ever owned, although at least there's no hat this time ( Read more... )

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[Merlin immediately knows something's wrong before he even opens his eyes - for one thing, the bed he's lying on is incredibly soft, rather than the hard cot he usually sleeps on. For another, there's a gnawing emptiness inside of him when he tries to reach for his magic and figure out what's going on.

Okay... ( Read more... )