“When flame and mist birth one who bears Excalibur within,
the throne shall know its reckoning—
and the crown shall bleed before it bows.”
– Last words of King Artus
Once, the kingdom of Caelrith was ruled by balance—between sword and soil, between faith and magic. But when the last king fell, the throne remained empty.
For 200 years.All that is left are ruins and two factions fighting to restore the throne.The Grailbound, devout hunters forged in holy fire, burn witches in the name of law.
The Children of Nimue, shrouded in Avalon’s mist, whisper the old magics to a fading world. Both claim righteousness. Both carry rot.Between them you walk, the Unallowed Heir, born of both bloodlines, a witch and a hunter. A living heresy.Within your heart lies Excalibur—a weapon not of steel, but of choice. Some say the sword will crown the last true ruler. Others fear it will unmake the world entirely.In this kingdom of ash and oaths, where every prayer is a risk, and every spell a sin, is peace itself... sacrilegious.
The Grailbound
Forged in fire, bound by scripture—the Grailbound are witch hunters devoted to God the Father and His holy law. To teach God's light, they train witch hunters. They see magic as sin, Avalon as blasphemy. It is God's duty alone to reseat the throne.From their monastery fortress, they burn, brand, and cleanse with God’s holy fire. Their blades glow with consecrated flame; their prayers are weapons. They claim to protect the innocent—though their mercy burns as hot as their judgment.At their head stands the sharpest blade, High Inquisitor Guinevere. Some call her a saint, others a tyrant in the skin of an angel.
The Children of Nimue
Hidden beyond the veil of the island Avalon, the Children of Nimue walk in mist and memory. They serve a many-faced Goddess—maiden, mother, crone, and devourer—and wield the elemental magics of the world’s breath.They heal, they guide, they remember the old ways. But beneath their chants stirs the forbidden fifth element—blood, and all it consumes.Their temple rots in silence, their hearts torn between salvation and vengeance. Their leader, the High Priest Merlin, is older than most people dare to suspect. A prophet, say some. A necromancer, whisper others. He rarely speaks and is blind, yet he seems to see everything.
The Unallowed Heir
Your story, your path
You were born of both fire and mist—of hunter and witch. One parent served the Father. The other, the Goddess. Your very blood is a contradiction. A union that should never have been.Some called you a threat. Others, salvation. But no one truly expected you to survive.And yet... here you are.You choose what shaped you.
Perhaps you were taught to hunt and fight by your hunter parent.
Perhaps you grew up learning spells in secret and slipping through Avalon’s fog.
Or perhaps you lived outside both worlds—unclaimed, unbound, free.You choose whom you follow.
The God who commands obedience.
The Goddess who demands truth.
Or neither. You are not required to kneel.What no one can choose for you… is Excalibur.It lives in you—not as a sword in your hand, but as a force in your chest.
It may take shape as a blade. It may stay hidden until you call for it.
It may protect, or destroy, or both.
It may rise as light, or bleed out as magic you cannot contain.How it manifests is yours to decide. So is what you do with it.The throne is empty. The kingdom fractured. The war already burning.And still... all eyes turn to you.
The Characters
Mordred Cillens
Witch Hunter and... actually a Witch himself
Elias Bennet
The Devout Heretic
Everan Willow
Avalon's Untamed Warden
Malik The Drowned
Exiled witch, cursed in the body of a sea creature
