And then you hear it whispering from within the throne, a voice of malice and revenge. It whispers to you promises, of everything you could have had but never received and your heart churns and twists, your vision clouding. For a moment, your arms, your legs are not yours to control, you move forward, you crawl forward, bleeding, broken, forced towards a singular direction because a voice told you so-
- Because the voice tells you to seek what the throne protects. To stop it.
Slowly, you shamble to your feet, and automatically pick up your weapon. Slowly, you stagger forward, your body cold, no longer your own, pushed and pulled by strings as you navigate through the black crystals.
At the far wall, there is a beautiful emblem, the sigil of a dragon. It falls, flutters onto the floor and reveals an opening. You continue walking. You continue walking, in a dream-like state, until in that room your glassy eyes focus, barely, on what is happening.
It is Lancelot, and he is yelling at Merlin, something about revenge and madness. You hear every word, but you cannot stop. You stride forward, weapon drawn. And then you, each and every knight, strike Lancelot. He breaks away from Merlin, and tries to deflect you, he looks confused, then betrayed. He trades blows with one, two, three of you, and it is your turn and you move at him, and he parries you, and then stumbles on the next, and the next after. There are simply too many, attacking him like small, rabid dogs. As you move to attack again, you look at his face, and feel it, the change in his expression. He has simply given up.
And then, you simply watch, trapped in your own body, as your weapon buries itself into him, and the one after, and the one after, until red splatters all directions, until Lancelot is dead even before he is torn apart. There is no body, there are simply pieces. His weapon, a greatsword, falls, permanently soaked in his blood. You feel a strange surge of triumph not your own, a bloodlust you cannot relate to and then your vision clouds and your strings are severed. You collapse.
ooc
