Log: Holy Grail War

[colchismagecraft]

🧙 WHO: Caster & OPEN (with a couple of closed TLs)
⚔️️ WHAT: Caster's gone on a grief-induced rampage after learning of the death of her lover back home
🕒 WHEN: June 6th, late night
🗺️ WHERE: The Brocéliande woodland
⚠️ WARNINGS: Violence, Arson, Kidnapping, Death Threats, Magical Torture, Grief, potential Body Horror (Will add more as they come up)



So here it was...the Witch of Betrayal finally showing her 'true colours' to Avalon. After that network post, Caster readied herself for whatever would come of it- the forest fire providing an ominous backdrop.

Since she'd come to Avalon, so many had told her she was a good person- and now, she was publicly burning it all to the ground.



[ooc notes: TL prompts will be in the comments!

I don't want Caster to get killed, but I'm all for her potentially getting maimed/scarred provided we plot first. If you don't think it's IC for your character to not just murder her, send me a message so we can plot how she can remove herself from the situation/have someone else intervene before it gets that far!

She'll be using her familiar symbiosis to fight and leaning toward making the actual description of that transformation slightly body-horror-y, but if you're not comfortable with that then just give me the heads up and I'll have her already turned when the thread starts.

Darin will have his own TL for rescuing him/fighting his own familiar fusion, which I'll link here when it's up- feel free to tag one or both as you see fit!]

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[colchismagecraft]

The little dragon made a sad noise, nuzzling against Morgan's cheek. By now, Medea's eyes had drifted closed- not sleeping, yet, but she felt dizzy.

Perhaps that was a sign she implicitly trusted him.

"...I...didn't kill him, before...you ask."

[morganknight]

Considering he hadn't intended to ask at all, that's nonetheless welcome news. Even though he didn't have the impression she'd gotten the cleanest chance, given her condition.

"You know you'd be missed, if something happened to you." Shoulder first, he went in through the door, heading immediately to the side hall and the stairs that led to the upper floors where actual living quarters were.

[colchismagecraft]

"Even now...even after all of this?"

...Medea didn't want to die. Even with the grief clouding her heart, she didn't want to disappear.

[morganknight]

"Well, it would have been pretty stupid of me to say that now, when now is by definition 'after all of this', if I didn't mean it." Chuckling, he nudged open a door, crossing the room quickly to deposit Medea on the bed within.

[colchismagecraft]

Her eyes cracked open as he said that, and she found herself being placed on the bed- it was only then it struck her that she hadn't been brought home, but...?

"Where..."

Hopefully Morgan didn't want his hand, Medea's own reaching out to try and weakly hold onto it.

[morganknight]

"My dojo, of course. I don't have rights to wander into anyone else's place, more's the pity." No, he didn't need it for now -- though he was looking her over, checking for wounds that needed treatment. "Hey, are you hiding any injuries? I don't want to tempt fate by stripping you to check."

tw injury descriptions

[colchismagecraft]

"...you're still awful."

A dry, humourless twitch of a smile as she unfastened her cloak so that he could look over her wounds- as the fingers on her other hand curled around his.

There was the wound in her chest where she'd stabbed the dragon fang in...but thankfully, the fang itself had burned away. Other wounds were scattered across her body- from swords, magic, even where a bullet or two had grazed past her.

Nothing fatal- and no heavy bleeding that would need magical healing. The fusion with her familiar had managed to shield her from the worst.

[morganknight]

"Always and forever." And though Morgan wanted to treat those injuries, even just with basic first aid, he had a hunch that he wasn't going anywhere till she was good and done with his hand.

Poor girl. What had set her off so badly?

[colchismagecraft]

"...You saw it, didn't you? The broadcast? Why, then..."

She'd been expecting Morgan to tune in and give her one of his speeches- to remind her how kidnapping and torture were wrong, and how she should turn things around. It wasn't like other people didn't already make an attempt.

So why had he come to save her, without so much as an argument?

[morganknight]

He'd already given her that speech. Moreover, he was pretty sure today had gone a long way to proving exactly why he held those beliefs. Had any of the kidnapping and torture worked out to anyone's benefit at all?

"Because your big dumb show couldn't hide how absolutely sad and miserable you were. I don't know what's going on, but it's clearly something that hit you really, really hard."

[colchismagecraft]

"So you could even tell that much...ha..."

She barely even had the strength to laugh, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. Medea just squeezed onto his hand with what strength left in her, but couldn't bring herself to find the words.

Her familiar seemed more willing to give him something resembling an answer, though, if he wanted to ask for a hint. It jumped- well, more like flopped- down onto the pillow by it's mistress and looked up at him.

[morganknight]

"It was pretty obvious, yeah." Both how big an act she'd been putting on, and how genuine the pain at the end of it was.

Morgan lifted a brow towards the skeledragon. He'd appreciate an insight, yeah!

[colchismagecraft]

"...No. You're just observant."

Medea squeezed her eyes shut tight, trying to stop the tears from escaping- whilst the dragon caught Morgan's eye, and then nudged a little at her hand.

It was poking its nose as the engagement ring.

[morganknight]

"Literally no one in existence has ever called me observant, you know." Making a joke out of his own ineptitude as usual, Morgan followed the familiar's motions.

Ah ha. Yeah. If that was involved, he could totally get the explosion she'd unleashed there.

[colchismagecraft]

'Well, they should probably start.'

Is perhaps would she would say if she could manage words right now. She felt that nudging, though, and reached out to give the little one a pet. She had to tell him though, didn't she? Just- just one, two little words- words that felt like knives.

"...dead. Killed."

There was so much else she wanted to say- a long rant about how Archer had stolen her happiness, how she'd been killed in the fight as well, how unfair all of it was- but that was all she could manage.

[morganknight]

Yeah. That'd explain it.

"We'll talk more about that later. For now, you need to rest and recover. It's a miracle you're still awake right now."

[colchismagecraft]

Something resembling a quiet sob escaped her, but- he was right. Her energy was wearing so thin...she couldn't even really keep up the grip on his hand for too long, and soon enough, it slipped back down to her side. Her familiar, too, had now curled up to rest, satisfied its job was done.

...If at least one person knew the truth, he could...deal with the aftermath...just until she'd rested, right?

If the world declared her a witch, then, so be it. Medea could live like that once more, if need be.

She mumbled something incoherent- something about making Archer hurt, perhaps, but it was hard to tell- as she started to slowly drift off.

[morganknight]

With his hand free, he put it to use once more -- gently running it down her hair, smoothing and soft. She wouldn't appreciate this any other time, he figured, but if it helped her to sleep better, he'd take any snark for it later.

At least he knew she liked things like sandwiches. That'd make the long haul easier.

[colchismagecraft]

Any other time, she would snap at him...but this time, she leant a little more into his hand, before finally drifting off to sleep.

Given how much magic her fusion had burned through, Medea'd probably sleep through the night and the next day without stirring- she was safe here, though, for what little of that feeling someone like her could hope to find.