During the great war Morgana used her magic to pierce the veil between the worlds and channel demonic power in a number of ways. She used it create special armour and weapons for her knights, in addition to summoning demons into the world to do her bidding. But this was only the beginning of her work. At the height of her power, Morgana created a bridge between the worlds, allowing favoured demons free access to Albion. By controlling the bridge, she became the ultimate gatekeeper, exchanging time in our world for favours, binding every demon that used it to her will.
Merlin’s ritual changed all that. The mists descended and the bridge crumbled away. Every demon was thrown back through the hell gates and the splits in the veil sealed shut. When the dust settled, Morgana was gone, dragged into hell by the very demons she’d called and most of her followers had been slain by the magical energies of the ritual. Indeed, the ritual sought them out, ripping the demonic magic from their clothes and from their very blood. Needless to say, it was a terrible way to die and some claim that the screams of those taken by the ritual still echo in the darkest valleys of Albion.
Only a handful of knights and cultists survived, and they were the weakest of the group, saved by their own inexperience. Merlin, Arthur and his knights were gone but the Keepers remained, and the remaining Disciples knew they were no match for the tribes. For years, they hid in Albion’s darkest corners, scrabbling in the ruins of their castles for scraps of old knowledge.
Very slowly, they began to piece together something of what was lost while, on the other side of the veil, the demons were listening, ready, hoping for another chance to cross the realms.
For many years, their efforts were frustrated. The Disciples that remained were an impoverished shadow of what had come before and the mists that shrouded Albion were a further barrier. But they persevered, practicing the arts they knew and experimenting in the areas they did not.
Through years of ritual and sacrifice, and assaults on ancient places of power, the cultists worked to erode the mists. At first the going was extremely slow but they persevered, until at last, the power that had suppressed theirs for so long gave way. The cultists all felt it immediately and when they walked through their rituals they no longer felt empty. On the other side of the veil, demons howled in glee for they knew that it would not be long before the first summoning.
Since that day the Disciples have grown tenfold in strength, their greatest cultists striving to emulate Morgana’s glory, their champions marching a different but equally dark path.
Finally, they dared to venture back into Albion, sending out spies. They found much to their liking. Morgana may have been lost to them but Merlin had not returned either. Excalibur’s power was broken, Arthur and his knights were no more. Their enemy had no descendants to oppose them.
And new people had come from across the sea. A strange and desperate bunch, greedy, ripe for manipulation. In closed councils the Disciples smiled to themselves and began to plan…
The cult’s primary objective is to find a way to bring Morgana back from hell. However they are also keen to conquer Albion and, ultimately, the rest of the Old World.