During the great war, Morgana created a bridge between the world and the Demonic Planes, allowing favored demons free access to Albion. By controlling the bridge, she became the ultimate gatekeeper, exchanging time in our world for favors, binding every demon that used it to her will.

As Merlyn’s ritual unleashed incredible forces across the lands, the bridge crumbled away and the demons were pulled back through the Hellgates. When the dust settled, Morgana was gone, dragged into hell by the very demons she’d summoned, and only a handful of knights and cultists survived. 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.

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.

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.

Eventually they dared to venture back into Albion, sending out spies. They found much to their liking. Morgana may have been lost to them but Merlyn had not returned either.

And new people had come from across the sea. A strange and desperate bunch, greedy, ripe for manipulation. In closed councils the Disciples began to plan…

Though the cult’s primary objective is to find a way to bring Morgana back from hell, they are also keen to conquer Albion and, ultimately, the rest of the world.