"A fate worse than death", that's what our role in Purgatory was meant to be. As knights who gave our oaths to King Arthur, swearing ourselves to him...as knights that betrayed those very vows that bound our legacy, this was our punishment.
Subjecting us to this cruel form, it is maddening. Our thoughts converge, conflict, and gnaw at the pooled sanity we share. However, we have long since merged through the closeness of madness.
Now, we stand eternally as a sentinel of a forgotten history; protecting the King we betrayed, a king we may never look upon with our unworthy eyes. Long since have passed the days of glory; guarding only this ruined domain from nameless faces. We're nothing but a monster now, a beast with no sentience, simply armed with our blades to cut any and all down.
