What Is It Good For Jul 8, 2010 19:44:43 GMT -5
Post by Arthur Pendragon on Jul 8, 2010 19:44:43 GMT -5
It was official: Cenred and Camelot would be at war. This was going to be the root of many problems to come, especially since Camelot was still in the process of restoring and repairing themselves after the vicious attacks from the Dragon. On top of that, Morgana was still missing and neither him, nor his father, would fully rest until she was back and safe. War . . . it was just a way to complete this already horribly stressful period of time for the kingdom. News was slowly spreading, but as far as most knew, it was rumors. People would probably see it coming, since there had been such high tensions between the two kingdoms. Arthur knew that this meant he would have to train double the amount of men, and put in triple the amount of effort.
It was late at night, but that meant nothing. Sleep was rarely found and when it was, it was usually sporadically. Arthur had no routine anymore. How could anyone with such chaos in the land? He was fully clad in his armor and making his way to the grand hall where he knew his father would be, probably conversing with the other knights and lords about a coarse of action as they were going to have to start strengthening their defense . . . or what was left of them. There was no good time for war, but this was the absolute most horrible timing for it.
"Sire," he said, slightly lowering his head in a bow as he entered the room and saw what he predicted. Everyone was crowded around a table, looking at different maps and such. He stood there, waiting to see if his father would dismiss the others, for whether they were in private or in the company of others, would determine how Arthur addressed the King.
Setting: The Castle of Camelot
Time of Day: Late night
Timeline: After Season 2, when Camelot is at the beginning of war with Cenred
Tag: Uther Pendragon