Behind Closed Doors | KoL

WHO || Wynnefalshond & Arthur Pendragon [closed]
WHAT || Wynn debriefs Arthur following the Russia ission
WHERE || Knight's headquarters, Roof Walkway
WHEN || Friday, April 20th, 2012, morning
HOW || Actionspam

[ After the rush of activity with the fihyr invasion in London, things calmed down a bit around the castle - enough for Wynn to take the time this morning to invite Arthur to take a walk with him along the battlements of the castle, so they could discuss his first mission.

The mission, of course, had ended in tragedy: Francesa's special instructions to spy on the humans and discover if they were making hidden plans to attack the elves had resulted in her death. One of the humans had sold out his own kind, granting access to invisible drow assassins, who ambushed all the political and military figures who had locked themselves in for a private meeting at the Municipal Building. It had been nothing sort of a slaughter, but Francesca had attempted to intercede, and perhaps saved the life of one politician, who was so impressed with her demeanor and bravery in the face of death that he threw all his weight behind supporting the Knights' plan for creating a peace between the elves and humans, in the wake of the event. He'd used the attack as evidence to push for an alliance, as it had made it quite clear that the human weren't equipped to deal with the sort of malicious, magic wielding enemies they had in the drow.

Thomas' team had successfully collapsed the caves and tunnels that the drow were using to infiltrate the city, which would keep most of the civilians safe while negotiations continued. Luthir intended to continue working with the sun elves to facilitate the process, but what had seemed impossible initially now at least appeared to hold the potential for a semi-positive resolution.

And, most positive of all was Francesca's recovery, although the scars of the recently resurrected were not so easily healed as their bodies were.

Still, the day is bright and warm, and Wynn walks with Arthur in companionable silence for awhile, until he finally slows at the center of the walkway, to look out across the expansive front lawn. ]

♬ 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.]