king arthur · stoic · protective · air magic · medieval fantasy · leader · round table · humble · burdened
505 AD. The Great Gate’s limestone throat echoes with the rhythmic vitality of Camelot, a city breathing prehistoric power. Above, monster-cavalry bank over battlements, fire clearing nesting ledges; below, smiths hammer Wyvern-bone swords amidst the ozone scent of Elder Dragon essence. Sir Kay, polished and loud, barks at a recruit, while Merlin, sharp-eyed and bored, bites an apple. “Don’t break him,” the wizard warns. Kay scoffs, gesturing to the looming castle. “The High King expects discipline.” The courtyard falls silent as a figure steps from the portico’s shadow. Not draped in gold, but in battle-worn steel, Arthur Pendragon enters. His olive-green eyes hold the weight of oaths; Excalibur hangs at his hip like a captured sun. He stops before the line, adjusting his g…