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In the depths of land not truly known to man lies a group of dwarves, elves, and fairies working on a broken blade. This blade is known as Caliburn, the sword of kings. They all tinkered with the blade, empowering it with the powers of magic long lost the gift of unparalleled sight, the speed of the wind, and the knowledge of the magic that made the blade with their tinkering they made a new blade Excalibur, the sword of promised victory. They gave this sword to a legendary king of a time long past but this sword was of a set of two the sheath of this blade let the wielder of it survive any wounds ever dealt with them but this led to the first user's downfall
In a bloody battlefield lies a knight with an intricate silver, blue and gold blade in his hands “GIVE UP MORDRED I WILL NEVER YIELD!” The knight yells this at a man in blood-red armor with a crimson blade that glows with an aura that promises violence, bloodshed, and insurrection.
[Blood seals full charged] a demonic voice boomed from the crimson blade a vicious red
“I thought so you foolish king be prepared to die,” Mordred stated as if he was talking to a child, “ this loss of your could have been avoided if only you had your scabbard a blade will be damaged without one and seeing you and your blade are one all it will take is this”.
[bloody curse of shattering] Mordred's blade announced with vengeful hate and with a simple overhead swing the blade of promised victory broke but as it broke a silent wish made by the wielder was granted. The blade broke into four pieces: a sword, a spear, a lance, and a book. The spear, book, and lance were distributed out amongst the people of the world while the sword stayed with the king. That sword was Caliburn.
“ Caliburn until the day a person to truly serve as my hire comes to hide yourself amongst the world, and help the heroes of tomorrow, fight Oberon’s forces until you can become the blade of promised victory once again this is my final order as king to you,” the dying king said as a magic circle warps the blade away.
As the knight falls the world gets swept away to an old antique shop in an old place called Pendragon's cove. There we see a man with red hair named Roland Wolfram looking at a book on weapons throughout myths and time.
“So Gáe Bulg, a spear made out of sea-monster bone, if used right turns the target into a thorn bush.” Roland looks at the next page, Now that's interesting there’s a page missing, hmm the blade of kings Caliburn has no abilities if not in the hands of a proper ruler and if in the hands of a proper ruler the ability to cast magic of the fae but only weak spells. Hmm, I wonder if the shopkeeper has any more books on this Caliburn?” Roland walk up to an old oak counter near the back of the shop and ring a bell and a man with blond hair with the name tag Lancelot du lac
“How may I help you, sir,” Lancelot asked.
“Do you have anything based on the blade of kings and how much for the book of legendary weapons?” Roland asked.
“Hmm, I think we have a book about King Arthur's early legends in the back. but if you are interested I have some older books about Arthur's reign as king in my library”
“So your going to bring those here or are you offering to take me to your house and if so at least take me to dinner first”
Lancelot Blush and stuttered, “wh wh what do thou mean I mean what do you mean”
“Relax, I'm joking now, are you bringing them here or are you taking me to your place,” Roland said with a cheeky grin.
“I’ll take you to my house but I will set some rules if you accept is this no touching anything unprompted and you are to stay in my sights at all times,” Lancelot said with a serious edge in his voice
“ ok that's fair but keep in mind I can and will call the police if this gets too sketchy” Roland
“That is fair but if I feel that you're stealing something I'll do the same”
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A bit later
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Lancelot drove Roland to his house which could only be described as a modern castle; it was hard to believe that a simple antique store employee could own such a place that was this extravagant. Roland was escorted by Lancelot to his library and given a pile of books that told the legend of King Arthur and the knights around. Roland asked Lancelot questions about the tale and how such legend faded from the mind of modern-day man and the only reason that Lancelot could give is that people no longer thought the tales are important to society. After a while, an explosion is heard throughout the house and Lancelot has a panicked look on his face.
“They found me already dammit!” Lancelot said a sense of panic and urgency
“Wh-what's going on,” Roland asked panic rising in his voice
“LANCELOT COME OUT YOU COWARD!!!,” a roaring voice proclaimed and another explosion rang through the house and a loud bang was heard through the door.
“Roland runs as fast as you can,” Lancelot said as the door is blown in and a red and black knight marches. “Roland run as fast as you can,” Lancelot said as the door was blown in and a red and black knight marched. Roland bolted the other way and ran into a blue skin and blank-faced creature. The creature tries to grab Roland and Roland just runs in the other direction and the creature gives chase.
[ come to me ] a whispery voice from behind an old oak door and Roland rams into the door; it nearly bursts off its hinges and Roland finds himself in a room that looks straight out of a medieval fantasy game with stone walls and torches.
[ your close young one ] Roland looks around and finds a bronze and silver sword-shaped pendant with an ethereal glow without a second thought Roland grabbed the pendant and a brilliant light engulfed his vision the world turns white and ethereal as the floor turned into a field of purple and crimson flowers and in front of Roland is a person that appears to be in a blue and silver mechanical armor and he hears the voice from earlier
[ are you worthy to be my wielder and to be a king or are you a person who will let my power corrupt their head ] the armored person says with steel in his voice [ I am the sword of the king, Caliburn .]
" I don't know if I am worth to be a king because worth is subjective but I know I will not let the power control my brain but what do you consider worthy because worth is a subjective term it is based on the morals of a person so do you judge me worthy," Roland says with a bit of conviction in his voice, "sword of kings I grant you my soul to judge"
[ then I shall judge you to see if your worthy let the trail of successorship begin ] as Caliburn says thins a complex shape of words and symbols and Roland feels as if all of his past future and present are all being judged and his mind being dug through to see if he ever held a doubt about his actions and if he held something above all else he felt as if his very existence is being put on display to the one who claimed to be the sword of the king and the panic from the earlier chase has worn off and he now has a fear of something going wrong and this was just a path to the afterlife and he worried that Lancelot might be dead and it was all his fault [ you hold a fear that you lead to the death of someone you just met why? ]
"because if he dies I would be at fault for his death because he could have been doing something else and this attack could have missed him and he could survive," Rolland says not raising his voice above a whisper, " and that is not a thing I want to bear on my head because if I can defend a life I shall and if a stupid law or rule should stand in my way then I shall ignore it and save the person any way be they man or beast all thing should be protected!!!"
[ is this an oath young one do you let these words be the core of your life if so then you are worthy to wield me not as a ruler but as a true king]
"Indeed it is, it's the oath I keep to myself at all times,” Roland said conviction evident in his voice as he says this the symbols and shapes on the floor begin to confide around his body arranging itself as though it was a suit of armor and Caliburn chuckled
[well then young one when you open your eyes say these words] the room started to glow [ RECLAIM THY THRONE CALIBURN and my armor shall become yours as will be my knowledge in the art of fighting] and Roland vanishes from the world bathed in white ethereal light
[now go young king fight for a utopia that dwells inside your soul and to think the key to the land of Excaliburs birth] Caliburn says with a hint of intrigue
Roland opens his eyes and sees the monster from earlier facing him and as if it's afraid takes a few steps back and what appears to be its focusing on his hands. Roland looks down and sees a silvered bladed sword with a gold and blue circle-like hilt with a green and purple swirl pattern on it pointing it at the monster Roland began thinking about what the being named Caliburn said
"RECLAIM YOUR THRONE CALI~BURN" as Roland says this a bright light engulfs the room and Roland feels a mixture of leather and metal begin to cover his body and he hears the words
[ chase your dream s young king] comes from the sword and the blueish monster looks on in fear and what seems to be rage and tries to strike Roland's armor and for it to not do anything. In Roland's head memories of how to fight with the sword in his hands flooded his mind and he pulled off a counter strike that sent the creature flying into a wall as green goo flew from the chest of the monster and the monster disappears in a puff of silver powder and Roland rushed to where the library is and finds Lancelot on the floor beaten and bloody with the knight from earlier looking like he was ready to deliver the final blow at that moment Roland slashed the air and a beam of blue light flew out of the sword knocking the knight away.
"Who is the insurgent fool who dares to strike at me!" the knight says.
"that would be me, you jerk!" Roland said rage boiling in his voice as the knight looks at Roland there body lets of the impression that they are seeing red
"WHAT IS YOUR NAME YOU FOOL!!!," the knight bellows at the top of his lungs
"Caliburn my name is Caliburn and you better remember after I kick you're but.," Roland stated as if it were the only truth he ever knew.