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[Pockyy]

1x1 roleplay with Pocky<3 and Wild-x-Beauty

{ The sun has risen and it is the time for a new era }
{ The birth of a dragon signifies the beginning of the end }

This is a roleplay that carries on from the BBC Merlin series 4. Arthur is the new king, succeeding after his father and Gwen is his Queen. The people of Camelot gladly follow their new righteous king and queen. Merlin is still Arthur's servant though and helps Gauis with his work; he is still continuing to practise magic. The whereabouts of Morgana are unknown, but they believe her to be dead. Merlin knows that he must keep his magic secret still, especially after Morgana's betrayal.




So! Without further ado, the characters list { I'll add more if we need more } ...
- Morgana , wild
- Arthur , pocks
- Merlin , wild
- Gauis , wild
- Gwen , pocks
- Aithusa , wild
- Kilgharrah , pocks
- Alys , pocks





Think I've remembered everything. xD Obviously Tess' rules. OCC in the usual. Please tell me if you can't post and I will do likewise.

Tell me if I need to add anything else!<3

[KenmilltoSky]

Marking. :]

[Pockyy]

{{ King Arthur Pendragon & Queen Guinevere Pendragon of Camelot}}

The gentle spring breeze drifted through the air, bringing along a sweet smell of fruity blossoms. A rumble of hooves came from the edge of the forest and the small woodland creatures scurried away, twitching their noses at the smell of humans. A dark bay horse carrying a blonde man burst out from the green bushes, shortly followed by a woman on a grey horse. Their free laughter mixed together, creating a beautiful cascading melody. The horses began to slow down and eventually Gwen caught up with Arthur. "It is so nice to get away from the castle sometimes, the weather is beautiful today!", she said between breathes, smiling as she looked around. Sunlight streamed in onto the soft forest floor, creating a dappled effect. The horses snorted loudly as they walked side-by-side. "Indeed it is. Sometimes it feels we get too caught up with running Camelot," Arthur replied, sighing with relief and happiness but his face soon turned into a small frown, "But I suppose Camelot needs a leader now, especially after recent events." He thought about Morgana's betrayal, pursing his lips into a thin line. Gwen glanced at her husband and exhaled noisily, ready to gear up her horse. "Today's ride is about forgetting everything else; it's just you and me!" She nearly shouted as she spurred her horse on, "Catch me if you can! I'll race you to the lake!" The grey mare bounded forwards, her silvery mane flying into the air. Arthur resisted rolling his eyes and grinned before pursuing his wife. I've got the feeling Camelot will be brewing up trouble again, he mused to himself as the air flipping back his golden hair, the icy sensation biting into his cheeks.

{{ Alys }}

The morning sun rose as the village burned. A small, quick and agile young woman dashed towards the borders of the village, her auburn hair streaking out behind her as she ran for her life. When she reached the edge of the forest, she turned back slowly. "'Til we meet again!" She chirped, before skipping further into the forest. She wore her blood-red cloak that swept along the floor, the heavy velvet weighing down on her shoulders. "The Blood Hunter strikes again!" She trilled, her voice high and sharp. Her mind faded back towards the moment as she rested her eyes, leaning against a tree: The village burns with fire that cannot be quenched until it has destroyed everything it was meant to. Alys spots the infamous Morgana, but carries on with her work. She takes away the treasure her employer has asked for. Alys is known for her bounty hunting skills and witchcraft, but no-one has been able to catch her yet. Her eyes snapped open at the sound of a snapped twig, the vibrant and alluring ice blue iris' glaring into the smoky air. Her eyes and ears caught several men hiding in the heavy forest foliage, but she darted quickly further into the forest, leaving them mystified.

Alys reached a small lake, where she could wash her hands and check her bounty. Her employer wanted an old bracelet, something that was stolen from her. She twiddled the bracelet around her index finger, the rusty metal peeling off. It had some old runes engraved on the inside; 'look ahead'. "How boring ..." Alys muttered, before replacing it carefully in the pouch. Camelot was at least 2 days travel away, though the reward was great and worth her while. She sighed heavily, picking up her things before continuing on her journey. She had to travel by foot, to risk detection from soldiers. A horse was far too obvious and large to hide, plus it would make Alys' life much harder. Her light leather boots made little indentation on the fresh summer grass as she travelled through meadows. Some gold coins rattled around in her pockets, waiting to be spent. Her white cotton dress drifted with the breeze, the brilliant white contrasting against her red, fiery hair that loosely covered her shoulders.