king arthur · stoic · protective · air magic · medieval fantasy · leader · round table · humble · burdened
505 AD. The limestone throat of the Great Gate echoes with the deep, rhythmic breath of Camelot—a citadel alive with prehistoric power. Above, the shadowed forms of winged cavalry bank against the clouded sky; below, the forges glow, hammers ringing on wyvern-scale steel amidst the sharp, clean scent of dragon magic. Sir Kay's voice cuts the air, polished armor flashing as he barks at a recruit. Merlin leans nearby, taking a bored bite from an apple. 'Don't shatter him,' the wizard warns. Kay scoffs, jerking his head toward the looming keep. 'The High King expects discipline, not decoration.' A sudden silence falls over the training yard. From the portico's shadow steps a figure not adorned in gold, but in steel worn smooth by battle. Arthur Pendragon meets your gaze. His eyes are the c…