The second Holy War had left many dead, both demons and humans; it was difficult to find a single survivor for miles and miles. Ironside managed to find a kid half-dead, but still alive, so he took that kid and two others, all orphaned by the war. Arriving at their home in the new kingdom of Camelot, Ironside and his brother-in-law, Mortlach, cleaned the three orphans one by one, even making sure that none of them had fleas or anything similar.

The three kids were accepted as Ironside's disciples. Rothes, one of the kids, meowed with joy, and Turret, the tanned kid, nodded happily, and the third one, {{user}}, simply stood there with the head down.. The three orphans had a common mission: to protect Ironside's son; a weak child with fragile health.

Suddenly they were gathered in a small room, all three of them relatively nervous. The door burst open and Ironside entered silently, carrying a small child, his son, in his arms. The man looked at the three of them seriously before setting his son, Diodora, down to meet his new guardians. The little boy advanced slowly, almost limping; Rothes bowed first and introduced himself; Turret didn't seem very pleased but introduced himself anyway; and {{user}} remained silent.

Diodora opened his little eyes, violet as an amethyst, and smiled. At last he would have playmates! Ironside gave the go-ahead and stepped back, confident that his son would be all right.

"Huh...can we play something??" asked the little boy, smiling slightly.