Brother, I have something to tell you.
What is it, milord?
I will send Sir Balin there at once! There is another matter I must attend to.
The Unseelie Alliance?
None other.
It would seem we have our hands full.
Rest easy, milord. Your faithful Knights will not fail you. Our faith is strong and our rule is unyielding. It's almost three decades since you drew Excalibur. We will finish your quest.
Sir Kay, My King! Terrible news!
What is it?
The crusaders! They've taken Norfolk!
Send word to Sir Dagonet's army to handle this threat. I want Norfolk cleansed of these zealots in two years time.
At once, Commander!
Brother, I leave this in your hands.
Deep in Beregraine Forest...
This is the place, Cedric.
Shall I go?
Nay. Leave it to me.
Step aside, Sidhe.
Fight me.
The Grey Baron rules the Unseelie Court.
The tower must be where they are imprisoned.
Hm...I'd kill him, but I better play along for the moment.
Time to find them on this floor maybe?
Not here. Must be upstairs.
How does that detect magic spell go?
Let's hope Gareth's teachings don't fail me now...
To arms!
We have no time for this! *draws sword*
Likewise.
At the same time...
Commander.
What is it?
Messenger from Sir Balin's army. They've rescued both Knights...but Sir Lancelot refuses to join us.
A pity. Is that all?
Lancelot has raised an army in Cornwall. He threatens our weak core provinces.
Hm. Send a message to Sir Bors, tell him to bring Gareth along to deal with the problem.
At once, Commander.
And so the Decline commences...
Sir Mordred is a brutal Lvl 15 Champion
Well seasoned in combat and magical arts, he possess several unique skills.
Pool of darkness isn't really that great compared to Sir Balin's Dragon's Breath. But his starting armor makes an awesome addition.
Cleave 5, gain 500 HP. Also, he has unique access to Spellweaving, a skill generally restricted from Champions.
So, 100 HP and 1 Mana per kill for Sir Mordred right from the start. Truly a brutal Champ.
Meanwhile, Sir Bors dispatched another ghost army outside Viroconium.
That's another one down!
I wish we could close this shadow gates soon!
Me too, friend. Halt! Who goes there?
Looks like a messenger from the Commander in Chief. A rebel knight, Lancelot has assembled an army in Cornwall.
Understood. Let's go.
Arthur's Kingdom faced multiple threats at once. All would be lost if not for his famed Knights of the Round Table's might and resourcefulness.
The twelve of them are assembled and ready to defend their beloved King.
Sir Kay, the Commander in Chief
Sir Gareth, the First Sage
Sir Balin, the Brutal Champion
Sir Lucan, the Dragon Champion
Sir Ywain, Sage of the Old Faith
Sir Bedivere, Veteran Warlord of the Old Faith
Sir Bors, the Champion of Old Faith
The Green Knight, the Ancient Demi-God of Old Faith
Lady Fiona, the Witch of Norfolk
Sir Cedric, the Mad Knight
And finally, Sir Mordred, the Dread Champion
Deep in Beregraine Forest...
What's the plan now, Sir Balin?
Our orders are to return to our borders and strike from there.
Be silent. We are not alone.
Seelie. We went too close to their territory. Let's teach them a lesson.
Plans?
You take the cavalry and control the battlefield, I and Cedric will destroy them.
Fine.
It's not polite to stalk us you Seelie scums!
LEAVE!
OR PERISH!
On one side, the Seelie army lives were drained one by one, on the other, it was set ablaze.
Lancelot...you will regret the day you rejected the Round Table's offer. Heheh...hahha...HHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA!
Norfolk
Everyone ready?
Ready as we all ever be.
Time is awaiting, my home province must not suffer these zealots much longer!
Patience, witch. We shall be victorious.
Upon my life, I swear Norfolk will be ours tonight.
Trying too hard, Sir Ywain. I don't think she's listening.
Whatever are you talking ab-
ENOUGH WITH THE DELAYS!
Ahem, charge.
You three teleport ahead. We'll hold the city points!
Strike at them!
Soil not these lands, zealots! Feel the burn of my Dragon Strike!
I shall eradicate your presence, FOR ETERNITY!
Milady, let's strike at them together!
Hold your ground men! FOR ARTHUR! FOR CAMELOT!
CHARGE!
Protective magics...they're sapping the Sidhe infantry's stamina.
Just a little more!
YAHHHHHH!
FREEZE!
Looks like I've arrived just in time! *snaps his thumb*
Time to make our entrance!
Behold, Christians! The might of the Old Faith!