Gaius Danius Griinia
Apparently Infamous
Blood and clashing steel as far as the eye can see. Many knights lay defeated on the ground. Shadowy abominations dotted the landscape, ravaging all in their path. The clouds were dark, green lightning streaked across the sky. Such was the sorry appearance of Camelot. What was once a shining symbol of how man could live both bravely and chivalrously was in ruins. The one who caused this was Morgana Le Fay. She was a sorceress in command of a legion of undead minions. Her goal was the throne upon which the great King Arthur sat. Ever since he first pulled Caliburn from the stone, Arthur had led the charge against injustice all throughout Albion. However it seemed the brightest light can cast the darkest shadow. Morgana was Arthurs sister, who coveted the throne for herself. Forming a pact with the denizens of the Underworld, she struck out on her own. Mordered, Knight of Shadows had assisted her in this attempted coup. Arthur had destroyed Mordreds wife without ever telling him why, hence his betrayal. Clutching the king in his arms, the grand wizard Merlin silently weeps for all that was lost. "Merlin...Merlin...." Arthur was about to pass on, having lost much of his lifeforce sealing away Morgana with his surviving Knights. "Yes Arthur? What do you need?" Merlin did his best to keep his king alive. "Someday...Mor...Morgana shall return...." Merlin was shocked at this revelation. "What?! What must I do to save our people?"...
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Merlin awoke in a cold sweat. It was the same dream again. The end of an era of knights and heroism. Checking his phone, Merlin saw it was only six in the morning. Sometimes he wished "Creating more hours with which to sleep" was something he could do as a wizard. Sitting up, Merlin looked at his staff. He hadn't used this old thing in centuries. All it did was rest against walls, desks and chairs. Which was hardly fitting for the tool of a Master Wizard. Memories came flooding back to him of his time as the Court Wizard. All the tricks he would perform for the people, all the lives he saved with his magic. However those days were no more. Merlin was not that person nowadays. Shaking off the creeping nostalgia, Merlin made his way to the shower. As the warm water cascaded over his body, he remarked on how it hadn't changed in over two thousand years. Merlin was a Cambion, so not aging should be expected. The demonic blood coursing through his veins had made him both powerful and everlasting. After brushing his teeth and tidying his hair, Merlin dressed for the day. His outfits were simple, vests and ties. Although he made them from comfortable materials. This way he could look stylish and not feel stifled in his own clothes. Breakfast this morning was eggs and bacon, the juice gathered from his oranges was a lovely color today. Settling into his chair and picking up his fork, Merlin was greeted with a BLARING ALARM. Over the years, Merlin had learned to combine magic and technology to create state of the art anti-evil defense mechanisms. This alarm was telling him that one of those defense mechanisms had been trashed. Bringing up a screen with an image of a destroyed stone monument, Merlin nearly fainted.
"Oh no...she has returned...MORGANA!"
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Merlin awoke in a cold sweat. It was the same dream again. The end of an era of knights and heroism. Checking his phone, Merlin saw it was only six in the morning. Sometimes he wished "Creating more hours with which to sleep" was something he could do as a wizard. Sitting up, Merlin looked at his staff. He hadn't used this old thing in centuries. All it did was rest against walls, desks and chairs. Which was hardly fitting for the tool of a Master Wizard. Memories came flooding back to him of his time as the Court Wizard. All the tricks he would perform for the people, all the lives he saved with his magic. However those days were no more. Merlin was not that person nowadays. Shaking off the creeping nostalgia, Merlin made his way to the shower. As the warm water cascaded over his body, he remarked on how it hadn't changed in over two thousand years. Merlin was a Cambion, so not aging should be expected. The demonic blood coursing through his veins had made him both powerful and everlasting. After brushing his teeth and tidying his hair, Merlin dressed for the day. His outfits were simple, vests and ties. Although he made them from comfortable materials. This way he could look stylish and not feel stifled in his own clothes. Breakfast this morning was eggs and bacon, the juice gathered from his oranges was a lovely color today. Settling into his chair and picking up his fork, Merlin was greeted with a BLARING ALARM. Over the years, Merlin had learned to combine magic and technology to create state of the art anti-evil defense mechanisms. This alarm was telling him that one of those defense mechanisms had been trashed. Bringing up a screen with an image of a destroyed stone monument, Merlin nearly fainted.
"Oh no...she has returned...MORGANA!"
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