prologue ♔ passion or coincidence once prompted you to say | pride will tear us both apart

[behindcloseddoors]

♬ Ordinary World ; Red

WHO || Wynnefalshond & Arthur Pendragon [closed]
WHAT || The tables have turned.
WHERE || Winchester, Hampshire, England, outside the Great Hall
WHEN || Wednesday, Feb 8, 2012, morning
HOW || Actionspam

[It was possible, of course, that this lunatic was nothing more than a lunatic. The world was full of them, after all, and Wynn had seen a vast extent of fools in his time. But perhaps it was the sudden influx of arrivals in the past week whose stories didn't hold up to the same tale he'd been hearing for centuries - people coming from somewhere other than the Shadow World - that had him on edge, and drove him to investigate the claims of the man claiming to be "Arthur Pendragon" himself.

Apparently, he'd appeared quite suddenly wearing full plate mail in the Great Hall of what was left of Winchester Castle, where a reproduction of the Round Table hung famously on the wall. This might have been taken as something of a good prank if he hadn't actually been wearing a quite dangerous looking sword as well, and argued so vehemently with the security guards who came to escort him off the grounds.

Wynn had his ways of traveling quickly, when he had to, and whatever instincts drove him to not just dismiss this also compelled him to utilized those methods now. There was a sense of something in his gut that he couldn't quell. It felt a lot like dread, which was something he'd gone a long time without feeling.

So it was that he marched along the path outside the building, casting his eyes around for signs of the madman. Perhaps he'd continued to argue and been hauled off to a cell. A frown carved its way across Wynn's features as he walked around the perimeter, ignoring the stares that his unusual height and cut of clothing drew. It was rare that he questioned his own judgment in matters like these, but he started to think that perhaps this had been a spectacular waste of his time, after all.]

Comments

[wynn]

It gives no indication. And, as with all prophecies, it may not even come to pass.

[king]

Well that's incredibly useful.

[ Drippingly sardonic, though the bite of it isn't directed at Wynn. ]

Do you prepare your organization for such an eventuality?

[wynn]

The difficulty with prophecies is that often they would never come to pass if men did not take steps to try and avert their fate upon learning of it. I have confidence in my Knights to face any threat, but I see no reason to plant ideas in their head that might lead down dangerous paths. My Dragon's Claws, the two most valued Knights of my order, are aware of the oracle's message, and vigilant for signs of danger. That is enough.

[king]

[ Arthur nods as he listens. ]

Makes sense.

[ Prophecy isn't exactly his wheelhouse, so he has no particular contribution himself. He shifts his weight on his hands, marveling at Wynn's size once more, but finally looking with the eye of a warrior, looking over his claws and wings and natural armour. He dreaded to think what would be a severe threat to a creature of this size. A god indeed. ]

You've given me a lot to think about. And a great deal else besides.

[ No matter how much Wynn may think he's repaying a debt owed, it doesn't feel that way to Arthur. He lifts his chin, as earnest as if they were the same size class. ]

I'd like to join your organization.

[wynn]

[A glint appears in the metallic depths of the creature's strange silver eyes, almost a look of satisfaction. He seems to come to some sort of decision.]

Then I will take you as my own squire, to teach you our protocol and history, and introduce you to the discrepancies between this world and your own. [Again, he seems almost to smile, cocking his head, as if expecting Arthur to look a bit petulant about that.] A formality, the squiring ceremony, in your case, however the importance of it lies in taking an oath to this Order in the eyes of those who will serve beside you.

We grant even our squires the title of a Knight, so that they feel themselves not only to be a part of our organization from the beginning, but to recognize the responsibility and trust being placed upon them. Those who do not successfully complete their squiring period are stripped of their title, and denied full membership. For as much as we grant them freely, the rest they must earn through their own dedication and loyalty to this Knighthood.

[king]

[ Arthur does grow slightly petulant at that, jaw shifting and lips pouting. He was a squire when he was ten, a knight by thirteen, and the thought of going through the process again doesn't really appeal. ]

[ But he relaxes a little as Wynn explains, thinking it through. The dragon is older than him, and far more powerful; there's no shame in recognizing that. His memories of his climb to knighthood are spotty, and training will give him a chance to test himself in this new world, as well as get to know other members of the Order. ]

[ In Camelot he has title and land and a reputation. Here, he has only the legacy history books left him. ]

It's a formality I can live with.

[ Arthur nods, resolute. He's going to be the best — could never accept in himself anything less than absolute devotion to his cause. ]

It's going to be strange, though, to be on the other end of the sword at a knighting ceremony.

[wynn]

Stranger, given the sword itself. [He nods his head on his long serpentine neck, and then seems to begin to shrink, compacting back down to the size of his human form, changing again before Arthur's eyes into the unnaturally tall man that masks the dragon.

When he speaks again, his voice sounds strange and thin next to the rumbling it just was, as if someone turned all the bass down.]

It will be an honor to have you among our number, Arthur.

[king]

[ When Wynn starts to shrink, Arthur picks himself up off the floor, brushing some errant gold coins off his breeches and rotating his wrists to get the blood back into his palms. But his hand is still cool when he comes and offers it to Wynn. ]

It'll be an honor to be there.

[wynn]

[Wynn meets the hand with a firm grasp, holding it there for a moment.]

Then preparations will be made immediately for a ceremony. [As he releases Arthur's hand, and moves to take a step around him, he pauses, seeming to consider something for a second. And then looks pleased with himself.] ... And a feast. [And with that, he'll walk back towards the arch outta here.

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