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The honorific of Merlin was the highest honour any Military Crafts Master could receive. In likeness to the army's General <b>[</b>although notably obligated to default to those in the ranks of Admiral, General and Air Marshal<b>]</b>, the commission of Merlin was highly sought after but parsimoniously presented, with as few as two elevated to it in the last decade. James Artus, newly fifty, was one of those two, and in his handful of years in office Merlin Artus had made quite a name for himself, a name already built on thirty years of decorated service. <br><br>
These days Merlin Artus, or simply Merlin as those under him preferred, saw little of the battlefield. Despite a maintained physique, the man was not as young as he had once been and the unsteady peace shared between Ipida and its neighbours had made desk clerks out of most of the upper officers in all branches of His Majesty's Forces. <br>
Thankfully, Merlin had been more fortunate then them. <br><br>
The Royal Craftmasters Analysis Service or, RCAS, was the largest Defence-run investigative service in Ipida. Not restricted only to criminal conduct within its own branch as were its counterparts, it was the RCAS's duty to investigate and control all wayward supernatural elements within the general populous and maintain Ipida's strict moral credence as to the place of all craft users in their society.
The honorific of Merlin was the highest honour any Military Crafts Master could receive. In likeness to the army's General [although notably obligated to default to those in the ranks of Admiral, General and Air Marshal], the commission of Merlin was highly sought after but parsimoniously presented, with as few as two elevated to it in the last decade. James Artus, newly fifty, was one of those two, and in his handful of years in office Merlin Artus had made quite a name for himself, a name already built on thirty years of decorated service. <br><br>
These days Merlin Artus, or simply Merlin as those under him preferred, saw little of the battlefield. Despite a maintained physique, the man was not as young as he had once been and the unsteady peace shared between Ipida and its neighbours had made desk clerks out of most of the upper officers in all branches of His Majesty's Forces. <br>
Thankfully, Merlin had been more fortunate then them. <br><br>
The Royal Craftmasters Analysis Service or, RCAS, was the largest Defence-run investigative service in Ipida. Not restricted only to criminal conduct within its own branch as were its counterparts, it was the RCAS's duty to investigate and control all wayward supernatural elements within the general populous and maintain Ipida's strict moral credence as to the place of all craft users in their society.
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<b>some more</b><br>
It was twenty-five years to the day since the abominations of the wayward Professor Hanivel and the traitor himself had been destroyed in the same fire that ripped through his subterranean labs, erasing his deplorable work forever. <br>
Merlin had been a young soldier then, one of a handful on the task force that had uncovered Hanivel's operation. It was the first major case in his career and had helped to make his name. <br><br>
Of all the founding credence laws, there was none regarded with more seriousness then the fourth law, which forbade the bastardisation of Craft and Science. Over the years amendments to the law had been made allowing experimentations to be made for the purposes of Ipida's defences but as a whole, the very idea of combining the two remained a quiet taboo, one that only the very stupid dared to break.
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Hanivel was not an unintelligent man; in fact he had been one of Ipida's greatest minds. For half his life, Hanivel had served the King in the research and design of magic-science hybrid weaponry and machinery, many of which were still in use today. But his curiosity and imagination too often superseded society's ideals and Hanivel was eventually let go for his proposed work on what he called Project 669, a project he would foolishly pursue on his own terms to the end of his life.
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<b>The abominations</b><br>
Three were made beneath the city, mongrel creations of science and magic. Grown of flesh they are beings of insurmountable imperfections, both less and greater in mind and body then any human that has walked this earth. They are without spirit and so it was that they, and their Maker, were condemned by the world. Their deaths were assured. But after the fires died new life was risen from the ash. They could not be done away with so easily.
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<b>synopsis</b><br>
My plans for Merlin tie in with those for Voodoo, Wicca, Pagan and potentially a few others as well. I'm thinking about turning it into a web comic, although not for a while.
Because of time constraints I'll give you a synopsis.
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While Merlin is an investigator, Wicca, Pagan and Voodoo are all flesh constructs grown from an advanced process similar to skin grafting. At the core of each construct is the distilled essence of a respective magical discipline, which is where they get their names from. Usually mixing the two forces would be taboo, but their creator, Hanivel, was not bothered by such unspoken laws and went ahead anyway.<br><br>
When the outside world, most notably the RCAS, learned of his experimentation, it lashed out violently and Hanivel and his lab was destroyed, as were his creations. However, unknown to Merlin or his superiors at the time, of the constructs had regenerative powers and they were soon given new life, this time released on the world.
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<b>Extra</b><br>
If I get Merlin I will be morphing him into a Krawk and painting him Royalboy. It's always been a favourite of mine and I think it will suit him well <3
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Thanks for reading!
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