[Arthur nods at the Heroes as they speak in turn, but does not immediately answer their questions. Lancelot steps forward, a grim expression on his dark features.]
Our power comes not without a caveat. We be not at your beck and call. Once, and only once, shall we ride to your aid.
A summoner's call alone will not be enough to draw us from this temple. Two-thirds the Heroes of Light left alive must gather in Pandaemonium to lend their power, else we cannot breach the barriers of this tomb.
[Lancelot scans the room, giving each Hero a stern, silent warning not to squander their power before stepping back in line with his fellow knights.
Only then does Arthur speak again.]
The past is beyond us, and we must look ever forward. Know that we did what we believed was best for this world. What is best now...you must decide. We have been long hidden from time. All I can offer you is our power, and our faith that you will use it wisely.
[Arthur smiles, and the expression makes him seem to glow...or maybe that is him becoming translucent. The other knights seem even more ethereal, the ones in the back barely more than silhouettes now, and fading fast.]
My time grows short. Be warned, defeating Garland will be but the beginning, not the ends to the means. The darkness may feel overwhelming, but even if it seems poised for victory, know this- if you stand together and fight for those who cannot fight for themselves, you can succeed. Take strength, and do not forsake those who need you. Do that, and you will be counted among the Knights of the Round Table.
[The spell holding the spirits of the knights to the temple breaks, its purpose finally realized after thousands of years. As he utters his parting words, Arthur fades into light.]
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Our power comes not without a caveat. We be not at your beck and call. Once, and only once, shall we ride to your aid.
A summoner's call alone will not be enough to draw us from this temple. Two-thirds the Heroes of Light left alive must gather in Pandaemonium to lend their power, else we cannot breach the barriers of this tomb.
[Lancelot scans the room, giving each Hero a stern, silent warning not to squander their power before stepping back in line with his fellow knights.
Only then does Arthur speak again.]
The past is beyond us, and we must look ever forward. Know that we did what we believed was best for this world. What is best now...you must decide. We have been long hidden from time. All I can offer you is our power, and our faith that you will use it wisely.
[Arthur smiles, and the expression makes him seem to glow...or maybe that is him becoming translucent. The other knights seem even more ethereal, the ones in the back barely more than silhouettes now, and fading fast.]
My time grows short. Be warned, defeating Garland will be but the beginning, not the ends to the means. The darkness may feel overwhelming, but even if it seems poised for victory, know this- if you stand together and fight for those who cannot fight for themselves, you can succeed. Take strength, and do not forsake those who need you. Do that, and you will be counted among the Knights of the Round Table.
[The spell holding the spirits of the knights to the temple breaks, its purpose finally realized after thousands of years. As he utters his parting words, Arthur fades into light.]