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IN 

AVALON CALLING PART THREE: THIS HERE IS MY RIFLE[/center]


Their journey to the tower went without any more problems. On the back of Dickens, they were soon in front of two massive oak doors, fastened into a granatie portal in the side of the tower. The portals arch was about twice as tall as Johan and carved into the shape of swords nad roses. A most impressive sight. Johan looked hard at the door. "My rifle is beyond these doors. Now, the question is.. what else is behind these doors." He muttered as he pushed the heavy oakdoors open. It took some effort, in truth they were more then a little heavy and he had to put his all into it. As the doors swung open, it revealed a large circular hall, with shelves that reached to the cieling. In the middle stood a woman, hips cocked and a eyebrow raised. 

"Excuse me? You could have knocked you know?" A woman who was rather on the heavy side said. She was, despite her size, gorgeous in an oldfashioned way. Her eyes sparkled in the candle light. Her lips were red, as was her dress. Her hair was the same firey color as most of her. Johan knew this woman from somewhere, he was sure of it.

[color=00aeef]"Things have been less than Stellar getting here, strange creatures, Dragons even. I kinda half expected something to kill us by now. So, terribly sorry if knocking is the last things on our minds."[/color] Eva held out her hand for a greeting with Excalibur in her off hand. [color=00aeef]"Pleasure. Pendragon."[/color]

"Pendragon?" The woman's voice dropped into a cold, standoffish tone. As she shook Evas hand, she squeezed down like a vice. "Charmed. Guinevere, you can call me Gwyn." Johan face palmed audibly. 

[color=6ecff6]"You're the lass that ditched Arthur in the legends...."[/color] He groaned.

"Arthur was a self absorbed asshole. I hope his heir..." She stared Eva in the eyes. "Is of more humble a mind." 

Eva winced as the woman lessened her grip. [color=00aeef]"Right, you knew Arthur then. Despite the wishes of my Family yeah, I'm the Black Sheep. Arthurs' teaching me what I need to know, seems he's so self absorbed he won't die even in death."[/color]

"Ah, poor girl." Gwyn said as she looked Eva over from top to toe.  "Well then, Champion of Avalon, wielder of the Sword of the Lake, Kin-I am sorry, Queen of all that was once Albion." Her voice echoed around the chamber up, making the stone seemingly vibrate in the walls. "What brings you to the Land of Mist?" 

[color=6ecff6]"My rifle actually"[/color] Johan interjected only to be shot a glare that could freeze fire. 

"You will speak when spoken to outsider." She looked back to Eva. "Well, speak up."  

Eva raised her hand to signal her question. [color=00aeef]"Uh, Yeah. Queen? I, seem to have not gotten that memo."[/color]

"What? Oh. yes. Well only the heirs to Arthurs legacy may hold that blade. Arthur was the true first king of the Britons." She clucked her tongue. "I mean, of course the mortal realm would likely object to your claim on the throne... But know, that you are of true noble blood." She said as she turned to walk back to a high backed, massive share. She sighed. "I was a librarian before i reincarnated you know. Now I sit in some moldy old tower with memories of a time long gone…"  

[color=00aeef]"Right. Can we not do the royalty bit, I've had enough of that from my own Family. Please of course. So, Johan here, has a Rifle to kill a Nasty Demon. Somewhere in your, Tower Home, which considering you have Dragons for neighbors looks lovely yeah."[/color]

"Had Dragon for neighbour, judging from your friends prize. Good riddance. Made gardening a chore that great overgrown lizard did. So you seek the Witch Killer?" Gwyn eyed Johan with a keen look to her. Like she was sizing up proper for the first time. 

[color=6ecff6]"I... I try not to call it that."[/color] Johan said hesitantly. 

"But that is its name. A weapon fashioned by mortals who wish to kill all magic things, who believe the only way to be free is by the fire of a pyre." Gwyn mused as she looked back to Eva.

"Have he told you where he first got the rifle from?"

[color=00aeef]"No. Not really, but considering Excalibur fell into my lap, I kinda assumed it worked that way."[/color] Dickens poked his head in inquisitively. [color=00aeef]"This, yeah. He's Dickens. He's with me. Well, Johan is as well, but Dickens is mine."[/color]

"Awww. He is a adorable." Gwyn smiled then her eyes turned hard and cold. "The Witch Killer is a unholy weapon, unlike that sword of yours. It is evil. It was made by the same men who would throw you onto pyre. Its handle is carved from the human bones of innocent men and women whose only fault was a talent in magic. Its metal is iron from the very same nails they crucify people with. It is an accursed and twisted thing." 

[color=00aeef]"That's,"[/color] Eva cringed. [color=00aeef]"Really not pleasant. So, Evil weapon, Johan, we might need to talk about where it ends up after this yeah. Back in safekeeping would be a plus."[/color]

"Agreed..." Johan said, not taking his eyes from Gwyn. "I am taking it you want something in return for letting me have it back?"

"Yes, I do." Gwyn spoke "When you have taken down that demon you are hunting. YOu two will return here.... with a TV." 

[color=6ecff6]"....What?"[/color] Johan blinked.

"Did I stutter? A TV." 

[color=00aeef]"Do you even get a network out here?"[/color]

"Magic. I got some tricks of my own.." 

[color=00aeef]"Right, well I'm okay with that, anything particular in mind? Else I'm getting a 32 inch. And we need to stop a Demon with a powerful Soul Stone, who probably didn't create it for the Epic parties."[/color]

"Fair enough girl. 32 inch will do. Try not to die out there~~" Gwyn said as she got up. Now, follow me. I rather you take it yourself so I don't have to touch the damn thing myself." As she spoke, she led them up a long winding staircase that seemed to go forever. She pushed open a iron door into a large room filled with strange weapons. Swords, halberds, guns, knives and all manners of tools of destruction hung along the walls. And in the middle of the room lay their prize. The handle was smooth white bone, with intricate carvings in latin all along it. The barrel was of a reddened iron that seemed to pulse with something within it. Johan began walking up to it then hesitated.

"Cold feet, Champion?"

"[color=6ecff6]No. Not cold feet. I just had to wait for the last of my sanity to leave me"[/color] He sighed, before reaching over to grab it. The second he touched it, searing pain shot up his arm and the entire gun flared with a sickly, pale purple color. He gritted his teeth as he fell to one knee, grabbing his arm by the elbow. Channeling his magic he sent a blast of arcane energy right into himself, the searing power of pure arcane force drove back the curse. He grit his teeth and waited for the pain to recede. [color=6ecff6]"Alright."[/color] He gasped. [color=6ecff6]"That was even worse then I remember."[/color] As he got up, he hefted the rifle over his shoulder. The glow had resided, and the gun looked its former, eerie self. But Johan could feel its evil pulsate within, it wanted to be used.

[color=6ecff6]"Let’s go home."[/color] He said. [color=6ecff6]"I need me some ol' fashioned New York pizza and a lot of booze"[/color]