Merlin Mafia

July 22nd 2016, Entry 4:

I thought the day was going to be a boring one, when suddenly my name was shouted from somewhere in the crowd. In that split second of panic, I made a decision that I probably shouldn't have. Fire filled the crowd, smoke rising from every flammable object in sight. Screams filled the evening air, flooding my ears with the painful sounds of agony.

It was then that I spotted the cause of my mistake, noticing that he was not Morgana trying to get me killed, but in fact Sir Leon, growing bored and shouting baseless accusations after getting drunk from the beer he found in the basement of the person he last gifted a vest to. Mars lay on the ground, scorched and screaming, a look of pure terror plastered on his face. I yelled to Gaius, who immediately helped me carry him into the infirmary. He will recover, but he won't be going anywhere tonight. Gaius assured me that he will stick by his side and make sure his condition doesn't worsen overnight.

~Merlin
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July 23nd 2016, Entry 5:

Mordred and Morgause plotted for hours on who the kill next, when suddenly Mordred had a brilliant idea. "Let's kill him!" he shouted, pointing to the picture of one of the townsfolk, simultainiously startling Morgana, who had been sleeping soundly for the past few nights. Morgause agreed, helping the fatigued Morgana to her feet, and sneaking over to the isolated cabin on the outskirts of town. Mordred entered first, followed by the two sisters.

They walked over to the bed, threw back the sheets, only to find it empty. Mordred yelled out, "Come on out! You know we'll catch you eventually!" before spotting something moving on the other side of the room. "There you are!" he called out, running towards it, before freezing in place as he saw the creature in front of him.

A man stood, hand over his face, as his back contorted, flesh and bone tearing and snapping. The screams of agony were enough to paralyze even Morgause, who dropped Morgana without warning. The man's fingers lengthened, scales forming over the splits in the skin. His face elongated, morphing into a snout, which puffed out smoke in outrageous amounts. The final step in his transformation was the tail, which burst out of his flesh with a sickening sound of bone scrapping against bone. With his transformation complete, Kilgharrah, in his dragon form, lunged at Mordred, who was sent flying out the nearest window, dropping the talisman containing drewbie's soul. Morgause ran as far as she could, out the door and straight back to her house.

Poor Morgana was left for dead, but she didn't seem to care, the eternal sleep would do her good. Moments before her death, however, the talisman holding drewbie's soul shattered against Kilgharrah's claws. His soul was free! And he decided to get revenge on those who put it there in the first place. He possessed Morgana's body, blissfully unaware of her situation. Within seconds his new body was torn to shreds, leaving him body-less, and his soul tainted with Morgana's sins, preventing him from passing on, stranding him in our world.

~Merlin
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