In the medieval times, there was turmoil, and no targets were met. The king came down with a decree and requested his royal aides to select warriors to form a round table. There they were, many many fierce monster hunters and monsters alike, chosen to represent their factions in the round table. Their task...to form a holy circle that would make miracles happen. But on the table itself, was a chieftain who fought pirates, an undersea war priestess who battled serpents, and another unknown beast mauler. But to make things work, they needed some magic. Magic from a witch doctor and... a pastor. Well, the witch doctor story will be covered another day. The pastor, however, was oblivious of any holy circle that was supposed to be formed. Months had passed, and the general finally met the pastor, and asked the pastor about the circle but not tell the pastor anything other than that the circle was to be formed. The pastor, not knowing that he had somehow been enlisted in such a circle, was out of words. So in order to circumvent what was to come, the pastor just decided to let things roll, until the chieftain or the general decide that the circle of magic required holy intervention. Well, since its holy intervention, it's a tall order, and nothing short of a miracle. And who better to force to do miracles, than a thin, ragged, tired old pastor with nothing but his stick and some arcane arts.
Hahahahaha.. everyone sure blur after reading this.. wahahhahaa..