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Emris has a minion!

Arthur the Domestic Guard Griffin

Emris
Legacy Name: Emris

The

Galactic Jollin
Owner:

Confetti

Age: 12 years, 4 months, 3 weeks

Born: December 3rd, 2011

Adopted: 12 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: December 3rd, 2011

Statistics

Level: 87
Strength: 217
Defense: 217
Speed: 177
Health: 215
HP: 215/215
Intelligence: 33
Books Read: 19
Food Eaten: 1
Job: Centrifuge Master

Based off of the BBC series Merlin. herp derp.

Traveling a long distance by foot over mountains and through forests, you have finally made it to the great medieval city of Camelot to seek audience with the king, Arthur Pendragon, about the terrors that have recently been plaguing your village. The city is grand, and after gazing at the magnificent palace that looms before you, a young servant bumps into you, head ducked and grumbling about something.

"I wish Arthur could say thank you more often, that ungrateful, ignora- Oh! hello there, sorry I didn't see you... standing... there," he quickly apologizes, clumsily. "Would you like some help with your bags?" he nods towards your bundles of equipment. You didn't have a horse to assist you at all during your travels and you are exhausted. It would be very nice to take the load off your back, but you are also rather wary of the boy's wiry frame. "Don't worry, I'm stronger than I look, trust me. I'm Merlin, by the way." Smiling brightly, he takes your possessions and follows you into the palace.

"Ah, visiting the king, yes? I'm his servant, have been for a couple years now. We're actually quite good friends, but we can't have that circling around the kingdom, he says. Apparently he would lose the respect of his people if he's seen making friends with the servants of Camelot," he snorted. "You see, he's in love with a servant girl, Guinevere, but obviously she's allowed to be an exception to that rule. But I'm not complaining, she's a good friend of mine as well. She's very kind, and I think she would make an excellent queen, only..."

Endless chatter pours from the mouth of the young lad until finally you turn around and tell him to shut up. He looks affronted and quickly you ask forgiveness. After all, he is carrying your belongings for you.

"Why does everyone say that to me? Arthur most of all!" He looks distraught, and quickly you change the subject. Asking where you could request an audience with the king, Merlin's countenance seems to brighten. "Of course! But what have you come here to ask of him?" Truly seeming interested in your plight, you describe to him the band of men that had come to your village demanding the crops and the possessions of the people who lived there.

"Oh! He will help you, you can be sure of that. There was once a similar problem in the small village that I come from, Ealdor. It's just a couple of fields and a few cows, to be honest, but that doesn't mean that I can't persuade Arthur to help those who come to ask him. Then again, that was when he was simply prince a couple years ago. His father, Uther, died trying to protect him from assassins, but he believes that this one sorcerer dealt the final blow to his father. Sometimes, I feel that I can never tell what truly happened..." he drifts off, seemingly in deep thought. You look at him curiously. He had some deep, dark secret you could tell he wanted to be revealed, but only at precisely the right moment. Perhaps that moment was coming soon. Your staring snapped him out of his reverie and he quickly glossed over his last words with a hasty explanation: "I mean, ah, I had never met the sorcerer myself, but from word of mouth I could tell that his intentions were pure. My friend Gaius, the court physician found a strange necklace on Uther that had properties that could reverse a spell and amplify it tenfold. He used to be a sorcerer himself, but after Uther condemned all users of magic, he changed his ways and worked for him instead, so he knows all about this sort of thing."

You look at him skeptically, then shake your head. King Arthur is an idiot if he hasn't found out the very power his own servant wields. Merlin looks to be a very loyal young man, though, so you decide not to mention anything. It's better that the poor boy tells the king in his own time.

"Right. Here is the throne room. You can wait here while I fetch Arthur." With all the babbling the boy had done, you barely had time to notice the grand stone passageways lined with regal tapestries and marble tile that led the way to the heart of the palace. Before you stood a giant wooden door, intricately carved with what seemed to be small dragons, flitting across the wood. Dings and scratches on the door told you, however, that this kingdom had been through some tough times. You had heard of the sieges that have fallen upon the city within the past few years, but never knew that Camelot had been infiltrated so deeply. With his words, Merlin opened the great doors which opened up to a vast room, then departed the room, dropping off your parcels by the staircase he was to climb. A single wooden throne sat in the center, cold and lonely. Two guards with two torches flanked either side of the seat, who stared at you with blank expectations. You decide that it's best to stand at attention than to try to make yourself comfortable.

Outside the chamber, shouting rises from the hallway. Looking around, you see the guards have no visual reaction, as if this is an everyday occurrence. Is this an everyday occurrence?, you wonder. You brace yourself for the shouting to enter the room, but a quick composure is made up just outside the walls, and then the doors swing open, revealing a red-faced Merlin with arms crossed and a fit, young man dressed in chainmail with a sword at his side striding across the throne room to acknowledge you.

You realize just as the man approaches you who he is, matching the description of him spread by word of mouth throughout the kingdom: blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a square jaw. Has an air of impatience about him. You didn't exactly expect to meet the king himself as soon as you set foot in Camelot, but it made sense since he had a record of always wanting to get matters finished as soon as they arised.

"Merlin tells me that you've trouble in your village and you are seeking help from Camelot. You do realize I'm a king, and I have no one to spare for such a mission?" He stares at you expectantly. You could tell that he truly wanted to help you, but not for your sake.

Arthur turns his back to scoff at you to Merlin. Quickly, you muster up an argument to catch his attention. "Well, what about Ealdor? What about then? The people of that village live not even within the realm of your kingdom, 'just a couple of fields and a few cows?'" You use the servant's words in the hope of that was why he wanted to help you.