video || o1 || forward dated to tonight's sirens
[When the video engages, Arthur - clad in his full armor, sans helm - is glaring down at it. It's a focused and cold glare, but it's clear that he isn't aware of the exact purpose or function of what he has turned on. It's very dark around him - he's clearly outdoors somewhere, during the Darkness. There's a cut on his forehead, but it's only bleeding shallowly, and he hardly seems aware of it.]
I've been informed that this is some sort of prison, so save yourselves the trouble of that explanation. And I've been informed that I am speaking, right now, to my fellow prisoners. [The look on his face ought to be enough to indicate that he does not precisely believe this explanation. Most likely, he is speaking with his gaolers, or someone at least acquainted with them. But he moves on.] If that's the case, then I won't waste your time, as you haven't any real power over this situation. I'm capable of recognizing sorcery like this when I see it. I've dealt with it before.
[A wary beat, and then, with renewed strength:] I am Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot, son of Uther Pendragon. I am not familiar with this country, but by right of birth, I demand to speak with the king himself. While it might not be in your power to grant me an audience, I nevertheless will speak with him eventually, and any help that I am given will be rewarded.
[He sits back, ready to disengage, reaching up to wipe the blood from his forehead - and then the screech of some Darkness monster distracts him. Without hesitating, he draws his sword again and spares the NV one last cursory glance.]
You'll want to speak to your gaoler about this current infestation. Or perhaps come out and do something about it yourselves.
[And it's only then that he ends the video feed, just as the monster gives another loud, long screech.]
I've been informed that this is some sort of prison, so save yourselves the trouble of that explanation. And I've been informed that I am speaking, right now, to my fellow prisoners. [The look on his face ought to be enough to indicate that he does not precisely believe this explanation. Most likely, he is speaking with his gaolers, or someone at least acquainted with them. But he moves on.] If that's the case, then I won't waste your time, as you haven't any real power over this situation. I'm capable of recognizing sorcery like this when I see it. I've dealt with it before.
[A wary beat, and then, with renewed strength:] I am Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot, son of Uther Pendragon. I am not familiar with this country, but by right of birth, I demand to speak with the king himself. While it might not be in your power to grant me an audience, I nevertheless will speak with him eventually, and any help that I am given will be rewarded.
[He sits back, ready to disengage, reaching up to wipe the blood from his forehead - and then the screech of some Darkness monster distracts him. Without hesitating, he draws his sword again and spares the NV one last cursory glance.]
You'll want to speak to your gaoler about this current infestation. Or perhaps come out and do something about it yourselves.
[And it's only then that he ends the video feed, just as the monster gives another loud, long screech.]