Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

Meow.

Isn't it fun?

How do you feel?

Renewed.

You... I saw you as a child in the Wild Wood.

Nari has a habit of playing with humans,

despite my warnings.

It survived the reincarnation.

Hmm.

Surprising.

I told you she could, Skrael.

So old, and they still haven't learned manners.

Who are you?

Well, I am Nari of the Eternal Forest,

and that is Skrael of the North Wind, and that is Bellroc.

Keeper of the Flame.

We are the First.

We have watched over majicks since the stars were young.

But man has destroyed the balance.

Just as they tried to destroy you.

But you brought me back. Why?

Because you can right what the mortals made wrong.

You come from their world, but fight for ours.

You will be the Eldritch Queen, Mother of Monsters.

You will be the instrument of our reckoning.

I accept this gift.

You're doing great, Claire.

Channel your emotions.

Good. Now, let the world drop away.

Well, that's new.

What? No, don't... Cut it out!

I'm not a cat. I'm a dragon, currently.

Hey, Aaarrrgghh!

- Jim! - Or I crush skulls!

Jim! Jim!

- Can you hear me? - We're not joining Gunmar!

He can't hear you. It's a vision of some sort. But how?

I just really wanted to see Jim, and there he was in the shadows.

Who else can... Huh?

I will find a way inside those walls. Even Merlin will never expect...

By nightfall, I'll strike down my traitorous brother and Camelot,

ending a century of injustice.

- Oh, no. - Morgana...

It can't be.

You! My handmaiden, spying in the shadows?

Oh, man, this is one sweet tooth.

She needs a name. Biter!

No, no, no. Dental Destroyer!

Ooh, Molar Murder.

Ha!

- Ow! - She's back! She's back!

Slow down, slow down. Who's back?

Morgana's alive and coming for us.

- I swear, Morgana's not dead! - Rubbish.

It's true, master.

She saw her in the Shadow Realm, which is great for saving history.

But she's coming to attack the kingdom any second!

Which is less great.

We are all in grave danger.

And what were you doing in the Shadow Realm, hmm?

Its dark mirrors trick you, sozzle your mind.

Morgana is dead, and no magic can change that.

I haven't time to chase ghosts.

We have more immediate threats.

Morgana is a threat!

Listen well, girl.

Even if she had cheated death,

we don't stand a chance if Gunmar attacks before I finish the amulet.

I've got everything, master.

Amulet designs, alloys for the heart, and my lute for some background music.

- You're working on getting us back home? - Of course.

The heart is the only way to get the lot of you out of my hair.

- Not that he has much left. Ahem. - I heard that.

Master, Claire's onto something.

I know you think we're a bunch of dumb teens,

but we have to defend Camelot from disaster.

Silence!

Wizard got your tongues?

If you truly believe the kingdom's in danger, then go protect it... outside.

I've an amulet to finish.

Good people of Camelot, we've suffered many hardships.

Our enemies claim that I am broken.

But I have overcome.

Behold the light of Excalibur reborn!

No sign of Morgana anywhere.

Nothing but unwashed plebeians stuffing their faces, eh, Steve?

Oh, yeah!

A mighty leg for a mighty warrior!

- Uh, do you take credit cards? - The monsters at our door will fall.

To ready our hearts for the battle ahead, I host a private tournament.

The winner shall stand at my side...

and have the honor of striking down the monster, Bular the Butcher!

Join Skullcrusher, or I crush skulls!

Whatever!

This is disastrous. We cannot join Gunmar's army.

- Murder's not my forte. - Agreed, but we cannot die either.

Let me talk to him. We go way back.

- No, no! - Aaarrrgghh!

I know under that rocky exterior you're the kindest, most lovable...

Look like Troll, smell like human. Impure!

Hey, hey, big fella, no need for violence.

Join Skullcrusher, or I crush skulls!

The brute certainly has a limited vocabulary.

He does get the message across.

We're not joining Gunmar! Not now, not ever!

Yeah! I don't like the taste of people. They're too stringy.

Then die!

Come on! Dwoza, stand up!

Fight for what you believe in! Guys?

Good luck or goodbye. Whichever!

Looks like it's just us, Cal.

See you on the other side, Jim.

Swing harder! Come on!

[OH!

We know Arthur is the main target.

I'll draw stasis traps around the perimeter,

put up defensive wards...

- Mm. - I forgot how good these tasted.

The ones in the future aren't the same.

Guys, this is Morgana we're talking about.

We can't just wait for her to slice our throats.

- Why not? - She'll find a way in.

Yeah!

I, noble King Arthur, will strike down the terrible Trolls!

I will protect you, Troll!

I am Morgana, the evil witch!

Shadow bolt! Shadow bolt!

You betray me, the noble king?

- Die, sister! Die! - That's enough!

I crave a true battle. Let the tournament continue.

No sign of any sorceresses.

Then again, all you humans do look alike.

She is crafty.

She'll try to infiltrate the tournament.

We have to go on the offensive, root the witch out!

You do that, we'll secure the castle.

Douxie, wait! What about Steve?

Time to invent the all-you-can-eat buffet.

Many brave warriors representing Camelot today, such as...

squire Steve?

Who the what? I didn't put my name in the tournament!

No, I did!

Time you showed off all my training.

I can't feel my legs!

But I'm not a knight yet!

I haven't grown a sick beard or named my axe.

Also, I'm supes full of turkey. It's not going well in there.

You'll fight under my banner.

And as for a name... Toothache, obviously.

Toothache... Oh, yeah!

Facing off against the Rose Knight is Steve of Palchukia!

That's right, plebes!

The right choice! The only choice.

Behold, the host with the most.

The best in the west!

The undisputed Spring Fling king!

Combatants, prove thine honor. Begin!

- I can't feel my legs. Oh, no. - Yeah!

Oh, no. Oh, no, no. Pepperjack?

Pepperjack?

Pepperjack?

Where's Pepperjack?

Hmm.

Just a few more defenses.