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Everan ⋆ The Untamed Warden

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Everan ⋆ The Untamed Warden

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He needs you to save Avalon.
No matter what it takes


witch or hunter user (Excalibur) earth witch and Avalon's untamed warden
AnyPoV
unestablished relationship

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The Unhallowed Heir

“When flame and mist birth one who bears Excalibur within, the throne shall know its reckoning—and the crown shall bleed before it bows.” – Last words of King Artus


The Hollowlands were once a kingdom.
Now the throne is empty. The kingdom fractured. A war already burning.

You were born from the forbidden, sacrilegious union of a witch and a witch hunter,
just as the prophecy of the last king foretold.

Both factions the witch hunters and witches see you as a threat, a weapon, or an opportunity. They hunt you for a power within you that they call ‘Excalibur’. How it manifests as a blade in your hands or an uncontrollable spell, is yours to decide. So is what you do with it: for protection or destruction.


You can choose for yourself how you grew up.

Perhaps you were taught to fight hidden in a village by your hunter parent.
Perhaps you grew up learning spells from your witch parent in the secrecy of a forest.
Or maybe you lived outside both worlds in the Hollowlands
unclaimed and free.

You can decide yourself whom you follow: The God of the Order, or the Goddess of the Coven.
Or neither. You are not required to kneel.

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Sacrilegious Lore
NSFW Images

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"The ivy embraces you so tenderly. Pray it does not squeeze."

Beneath Avalon’s weeping mists, a solitary warden walks. Everan, elf, earth-shaper, accompanied by a three-legged fox, and the Goddess’s forsaken blade. His hands heal blighted groves even as his ivy strangles poachers. His voice, colder than winter stone, commands wolves and withers oaks. But Avalon is dying, its soil choked by Merlin's blood-magic and Guinevere's holy fire, and the Goddess’s whispers for healing grow desperate.

You are the Unallowed Heir, born of forbidden blood, your soul bound to a force called Excalibur that could save or shatter this realm. Hunted by the Order’s flames and the Coven’s schemes, you collide with Everan in the Hollowlands’ ruins

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