#oftheoldreligion

[gallifreysoncomingstorm]

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Ahhh I may have misplaced rps from the four major people I rp with... if there's any you still have you want to continue pleaaase send me the link I'm so sorry I'm a clutz.)) madamemaster, theeprofessor, seenthetimevortex, oftheoldreligion

[daughterofcamelot-blog]

oftheoldreligion started following you.

     "Merlin..." Morgana managed as she entered Gaius' chambers, happy to discover the Physician was not there, but out doing his rounds around Camelot. Merlin luckily, had not gone with him and she'd been eager to catch him alone ever since the incident at the druid camp the other day. Her supposed kidnap.

     "I don't understand..." She began warily, not wanting to begin with small talk, but rather cut to the chase. The events had haunted her ever since her return. "Why did you send me to that druid camp?" To understand she had magic, yes. But surely Merlin must have considered the idea that she possessed the gift before sending her there. Why could he not tell her, or at least ease her mind?

     "How do you know where to find druids?" There was certainly something, Morgana realised, that Merlin was not telling her. She was done playing the scared little girl, now she wanted answers. People had died because of her, because she had been reckless in her venturing and now the druid camp was no more, they were her people now, she supposed, and this is what had become of them.

[inneedofacase-archive-blog]

oftheoldreligion 

      [Raising an eyebrow as he looks up from his book, he looks him over.]

          That's an interesting outfit.

[achilleio]

don't play with magic ` open for Merlin

Achilles sat in one of the many halls of the castle. Tonight he guarded, against what he didn't know but it was what he had been chosen to do. His fellow guardsman was sleeping peacefully on a pile of straw in an alcove and he was sitting at a table. His cup was filled with wine--a slightly more bitter red than he was used to--and his cloak was wrapped around himself.

      Despite how close he sat to the fires that hung on the wall, how many layers he wore, he still could not shake the bitter cold of the English wind. He suppose there was an explanation for it only he didn't know what it was. He was cold, the wine was fairly decent and the bread in front of him had been out since they sat, it was stale.

          'Oh, hey,' he leaned out, poking his head out from behind a wall, looking down the hall, 'you're Merlin, aren't you? Arthur's boy?'

[halftimelordhalfhuman-archive]

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   "---Well I'm not in Kansas anymore."

[drunkknightofcamelot]

'Damn!' Was the only word running through Gwaine's mind as he ducked a flying pot heading his way. His hands clutching a basket full of fruit and cheese, which he had been planning on borrowing. He ducked another flying objects and ran from the room, skidding around the corner and almost into someone.

"Sor-" He stopped and looked at the person he had skidding into. "Merlin!" He grinned, patting his friend on the back. "You can convince the cook to let me have this, right?" He held up his stolen good with a cheeky grin.