Dark Days of Albion

"I know as much as you do on this otherworldly champion you must find," Merlin says.

Suddenly, his expression turns into full alert at seeing something behind you, and you feel a sinister chill fall over you...

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Ivor tries to find the source of the chill.

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Ivor couldn't find the source and instead got the longbow ready, hoping Merlin would be of any assistance.

Drostan turned, wary...

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(Drosten) You spot a few people who may be the source of the chill, but if one of them is the source of the chill, then you don't know which one.


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Drostan glared, but didn't do much more than that...after all, it was just a bit of a bad feeling. Could've easily been that fish he ate.

"I must warn Arthur!" Merlin says. "You guys head to the churchyard. I have a feeling you will meet this champion there. Oh, and Elvia?"

"Yes…" She said, nervously hoping it wasn't anything bad.

"Do you have a weapon of some sort?" Merlin asks. "Because you're going up against a number of enemies, and you're gonna need something to fight with."

"As a matter of fact I do." Elvia said with great pride, patting a sward that was hanging at her hip.
"You don't have to worry about me, sir, I will be just fine." Elvia suddenly remembered that Merlin only knew the young, naïve, impulsive Elvia; not the new mature, confident Elvia.

"Good on ye, lass. Nothing like a proper weapon in yer hands."

"I must be off. I have a feeling you will meet the otherworldly warrior in the Churchyard. Good luck!"

And with that, Merlin runs off.

"I suppose we go to the churchyard and ask whatever knight happens to be there if they want to kill Arthur" Ivor said sarcastically.

"Aye, but let's be a little bit more subtle about it." Drostan said, stirring his horse into motion.

"Agreed"

You enter the Churchyard (Which is so short a distance away you did not need a horse) and see there a figure that looks like this standing next to a stone with a sword sticking out in the middle:



In the figures hands, he is holding a greatsword with the tip pointed down and hands on the hilt. He is staring at you rather menacingly.

"Who are you?" The figure asks in a rather deep, scratchy voice

"We outnumber ye, so I only think it fair that ye name yerself first." Drostan said, drawing his claymore in case the man proved hostile.

Elvia wasn't surprised to see that some things never change.

Raven loads her bow in case things got out of hand.

"Who I am is not the issue here." The man says. "It is whether or not you are threats to my mistress's plans that is the problem."

"I dinnae know what yer mistress' plans are, so I cannae answer tha' question either way. If ye'd kindly supply the information I can answer ye."

"My mistress is planning on a rule of peace for the Britons." The man says "However, there are... threats to that peace- evil people with treasonous intentions. In order to bring about the peace my mistress has foretold, all traitors must be brought down. So I ask again: Are you traitors?"

"Us, traitors? I ought ta stick that sword up yer arse fer that. We're flippin' knights, fer the love of God."

"Funny you should say that, for I am sure Arthur is planning a rule of peace as well" Ivor remarked.