Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

Meow.

Now then, now then! Gather around, milords and ladies!

Test your luck with the Lad o' Fortune!

Now, remember, keep your eye on the prize!

Find the ball to win it all! Find the ball and win it...

- Hey! - Oh, hello.

I will give it a go!

Keep your eye on the cup.

Easy pickin's, eh?

Ha! Eh...?

Nah-ah-ah-ah.

Please, your knightliness.

Only one pick per play!

What?

Eh! Hmm...!

Agh!

- Oh, no! - Magic!

Gassus flotulous!

Argh! Get him!

You may not know, but by order of the King,

use of magic has been outlawed...

Under penalty of instant death.

Oh... fuzzbuckets.

Oh...!

- Douxie! What did you do? - That wasn't me!

Eh...?

Merlin Ambrosius!

Thank you! I owe you my life!

And what sort of life would that be?

Have you ever asked yourself that?

Your ruse with the smoke spell was rather clever.

- Really? - No.

But it was real magic.

Come. You could use a hot meal,

and I could use a new apprentice.

What? Me?

- What? - What happened?

Look at us, Arch, teaming up with the magnanimous Merlin!

I knew this plan wasn't a mistake.

A wizard does not make mistakes,

he makes unexpected possibilities.

It's all gone. Everything.

The Heart of Avalon, Camelot...

Merlin.

Maybe we should say a few words...?

Yeah, okay. Ahem.

Battleship. November.

Fruit punch.

Purple...!

Oh, what can I say about Merlin?

He was... he was, uh...

He was everything.

He was all that we had.

We'll get through this, together.

We need you, Doux, now more than ever.

The world, our friends are in danger.

And the Order's about to kick off an arcane apocalypse.

Merlin didn't tell me anything.

And of course, he gave us a book that I can't even read.

I mean, what is that supposed to be? Orcish? Elvish?

Naga snake tribe?

It looks like... ancient Draconic.

Draconic? Dracula!

- Oh, no, Dracula! - No... as in dragons.

- As in... - Charlemagne, the Devourer.

Charlemagne, the Devourer.

Keeper of the most sacred stones and treasures. A vicious dragon.

Which is why we shouldn't trouble him.

Maybe someone else can translate.

Come on, Arch! This is clearly about the Genesis Seals.

And if the Order finds them first...

Yes, yes, yes, we're all doomed.

I suppose we'll have to pay Charlemagne a visit.

What about Jim? I need to find him.

Go back to Hex Tech.

Research any dark magic that could help him.

Okay. Let's go, Steve.

Aw...! But the dragon quest!

What're you going to do, get eaten again?

Well, let's hope we get some answers... before the Order does.

This reliquary reeks of Merlin.

Nari, show yourself!

Hmm...

- I thought you set this place ablaze. - Merlin's magic is powerful.

Was.

Raze the foundations!

Find the Seals!

Leave his allies no place to hide!

Simpler times.

You were naive.

Yes. Yes. Thank you for that insight.

Arthur...

you spent your life fighting magic,

but now you serve demigods who seek to destroy everything.

You killed Merlin with no remorse.

Where is my Arthur?

He stands here... reborn.

Your mind is taken... like the Trollhunter's.

You brought me back to free you of your chains.

Watch your words, sister.

What are you planning, witch?

Nothing. Not anymore.

This was the last of Merlin's places of power.

- Unless you know of any others, Morgana? - No.

He wisely hid much from me.

Perhaps I'll search the shadows for them.

You realize that's pointless.

Fire is calming, Skrael. It helps me think.

- I can't believe Merlin's gone. - And Master Jim...

Trapped in the body of a loathsome beast by Arthur's corruption.

I sense all living souls, small and great.

And I felt Merlin's leave this plane.

Nari, if you can feel all souls,

what about Jim's?

I will try.

My roots extend across the Earth.

But I cannot find the soul of your friend.

So, all that's left of Jimbo is that beast?

I won't accept that.

If we can't find his soul in this world, I'll find it in another.

- I'm going into the Shadow Realm. - Claire, you mustn't!

With Morgana back, that dimension is no longer safe.

I can't abandon him. Jim was turned by dark magic.

So, I'll save him with my own.

Good luck!

- Bring Jimbo back. - Please... fair Claire.

You've told me tales of Charlemagne, the Devourer, for centuries.

The truth may be stranger than fiction.

Oh... I've heard terrible tales...

Whoever stole his treasure got baked alive into a blood pie.

And burned, and singed. Oh, here we are.

I really don't want to be a blood pie.

How do we get ther...

Oh, no!

Ugh! All this...

ugh... for a book.

Agh!

Oh, fuzzbuckets.

I do not want to be baked into a blood pie!

Oh... fuzzbuckets.

Look what the cat dragged in.

Get it?

"Cat drag-in"!

It's a play on words!

I slay myself!

Archie? My cuddly little shapeshifter.

- Come here. - Oh, Father!

When did you get so big?

Very funny, yes.

You don't see me talking about all those gray scales, do you?

What?

Charlemagne, the Devourer, is your father?

Dad, this is my dear friend, Douxie.

So, I finally get to meet your wizard familiar.

Mm!

Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Charlemagne, the Devourer.

Please. My friends call me "Charlie."

Let's retire to my dragon's den.

I'm sure Archibald told you

all about my famous blood-berry pies.

"Blood-berry"? There's no time for tea!

The Arcane Order is back. They...

Killed Merlin.

Merlin's... dead?

So, you're after the Seals, hmm?

And we think this will tell us how to find them.

Hmm.

Of course. He never wrote anything in large print.

Mm. Ancient Draconic.

The first letter is an "H."

Aw, come on!