Manor of Origin (REDUX)

Chariot: By closely looking at the fire damage, or the lack of it, Chariot gets the impression that once the webs were burnt away something stopped the fire from spreading to other sources of fuel. Yet whatever this force was did not stop the burning of the spiders, so it might just be limited to the structure.


Inquisitor: The next room is similarly coated in a thin layer of soot, but it lacks any spider corpses. Sitting in the middle of the room is a film projector, it has a reel already loaded into it. Surrounding the projector are theater seats and on the wall opposite the door is a pure white ( dusted with soot) screen. On either side of the door are shelves with a few spare film reels.

Upon trying to analyze the projector, Inquisitor’s mana explodes out haphazardly. Which causes it to come into contact with the rusty scabbard once again (you didn’t say what you did with it so I assume you’re still holding it.)

Instead of shocking Inquisitor, upon contact with his man, the scabbard becomes viscous and begins to meld itself into his armor. It slowly begins producing heat and climbing towards his shield arm.

After only a moment it has merged with Inquisitor’s shield arm. The black armor replaced with faded cobalt and tarnished gold from elbow to finger tip. The full length of the new appendage is segmented in a way that allows fluid articulation of the fingers and wrist, almost more like a skintight glove and sleeve than armor. Symbols in a language Inquisitor doesn’t understand circle his joints and knuckles.

After a brief freak out, Inquisitor establishes that his arm still functions as it once did. Upon once again reaching out to the scabbard… arm… arm scabbard, a voice not unlike a soft tinkling of bells ring gentle in his mind.

"Promise… Forever… Lead… Protect…"

As he looks at Inquisitor’s arm, Chariot recognizes the runes to be Sylvan, the language of the Fae.
The runes read.
"The Ever-distant Utopia"
"Immortal Grace"
"Promised Protection"

Chariot racks his brain for where such phrases would be inscribed. The Fae aren’t typically know for making such things. In fact only one scabbard comes to mind.
However the dismal state the thing was in kinda dissuades the notion of it being real.

The Scabbard gifted to King Arthur by Vivian along with The Sword of Promised Victory.
Avalon

After a brief countdown the movie begins.
The title card reads, The First War of Wishes: Assassin (Danzo) Vs. Berserker (Genghis Khan)
The screen fades to black and then quickly switches to a fairly plain looking room with a table. The film is in black and white so no colors can be identified. A man with pale hair and dark eyes stands over the table pointing and talking, a figure in a black shroud nods along. It would appear they are strategizing. This continues for a few minutes before both occupants are blown across the room as the wall behind them explodes. The camera doesn’t move to follow the two, but rather continues to film the hole. Two men emerge from it, one is a large Asian man in elegant fur and iron armor with an oversized curved sword and a feral grin. The other is a pompous looking man in a powdered wig and officer’s coat. The officer says something and sneers. The first pair emerge from the wreckage of the room. The pale haired man appears to be very angry and shouts at the pompous man, gesturing at the room or the house in general. The pompous man looks not to care about whatever the other man is saying, he snaps his fingers and as quick as lightning the swordsman kicks the pale haired man with enough force to send him through the wall. The shrouded one,(with unnatural speed) follows him through the new hole. The camera follows the pair, it appears the pale haired man went through several walls out into the street (which appears to be a fairly populated city) and into another building. The shrouded one finds the pale haired man in the rubble, his chest completely caved in and his neck twisted at an unnatural angle. Until the damage seems to rewind itself, his chest popping back out into its natural shape and his neck slowly untwisting. He rises, his features becoming sharper his pupils become slitted and his teeth become fangs. He looks at the wreckage to find several civilians crushed under the rubble of the buildings. The pale haired man looks absolutely livid. The shrouded one appears to say something and the two rush out into the street to confront the swordsman, who appears to have cut down several people as he made his approach to the two. As they meet in the middle of the street the film runs out and the screen returns to white.