[Spoken: Jonny d'Ville]
When Gawain returned with a posse of Arthur’s knights, they found the caravan dead. Whether from the heat or from vengeful knives, the half-eaten state of them spoke to a culprit: a ghoul raiding party. And on that day Gawain conceived a monstrous hate.
None noticed, however, that Arthur’s child was not among the slain, for the ghouls taken pity upon the helpless young Morgause and took her with them. From that day, she lived among the ghouls, who called themselves Saxons, after the seax knives they carried. And the years passed, and the girl Morgause grew into a sharp young man who chose his name as Mordred.
When Mordred was full grown, he left Annwn and his adopted home to seek out more of where he came from. He travelled to Camelot, and there became trusted of the Pendragons. Mordred knew Arthur for his father, but alas the aging gunfighter did not recognise his son. And so the time passed, and the oppressive heat grew steadily worse.
Aside from the great round table of the town hall and the fierce-looking seat at its helm, there was one other thing that had been in Camelot since before history: the Hanged Man. Wrought in copper and wire, none could say why it had first been hung from the gallows, but it had always been there. The name engraved upon its chest was read by the townsfolk as "MERLIN". None could know that time and rust had worn away what it originally read, which was "BRIAN".
No one paid Merlin any mind, until one day it began to speak. It spoke to Gawain. It spoke to Arthur. And it spoke to a wandering preacher-man by the name of Galahad.
When Gawain returned with a posse of Arthur’s knights, they found the caravan dead. Whether from the heat or from vengeful knives, the half-eaten state of them spoke to a culprit: a ghoul raiding party. And on that day Gawain conceived a monstrous hate.
None noticed, however, that Arthur’s child was not among the slain, for the ghouls taken pity upon the helpless young Morgause and took her with them. From that day, she lived among the ghouls, who called themselves Saxons, after the seax knives they carried. And the years passed, and the girl Morgause grew into a sharp young man who chose his name as Mordred.
When Mordred was full grown, he left Annwn and his adopted home to seek out more of where he came from. He travelled to Camelot, and there became trusted of the Pendragons. Mordred knew Arthur for his father, but alas the aging gunfighter did not recognise his son. And so the time passed, and the oppressive heat grew steadily worse.
Aside from the great round table of the town hall and the fierce-looking seat at its helm, there was one other thing that had been in Camelot since before history: the Hanged Man. Wrought in copper and wire, none could say why it had first been hung from the gallows, but it had always been there. The name engraved upon its chest was read by the townsfolk as "MERLIN". None could know that time and rust had worn away what it originally read, which was "BRIAN".
No one paid Merlin any mind, until one day it began to speak. It spoke to Gawain. It spoke to Arthur. And it spoke to a wandering preacher-man by the name of Galahad.
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