I'll start us off~
The 1001 Traveling Knights were once a noble band of warriors, but as the saying goes, there is always a better one, and so as time began to pass the 1001 Knights began to get in over their heads as they entered the Server War. They were no match for the determined soldiers of the mighty war, so they did the only thing they could, they tried to get out of it. However, it was to late, they had been sucked in to deep, until a Knight known as Sir John came to assist them in their struggles. . .
Alas the stars on the day of this poor souls birth were struck against him and although he did not know it even as we speak dark forces were aligning to thwart his destiny . All hope was not lost for even though Sir John was doomed from his birth an ancient prophecy spoke of one who would avenge this injustice and claim the sword EXCALIBUR from the stone where it is guarded by five great immortal beasts of ancient legend and great power ....
"Who goes there" he rasped.
"We are travelers, the 1001 knights, to be exact, can you help us on our journey, we know not where we are going"
"Well, I can't tell you if I do not know what you are looking for" he chuckled.
The 1001 knights debated whether to tell the old man what they were looking for, he may very be a guardian of the sword.
Many said, any one of us could be a guardian of Excalibur. Eventually they came to a decision.
"Tell us everything you know of Excalibur" said Sir John.
The old man held out his hand.
"A...are you kidding me..." John fished around.
He then shoved a handful of coins into the old man's hands.
"Heehee" he chuckled, "All I can tell you is that, up there" pointing at a highly elevated area " there is someone who can help you".
"Why you little" But as he turned around, he was gone, all that was there was the rock, and two little chipmunks, one chipmunk lay down the other felt itself brought its hands up to its face, squealed, and ran off, continuing its squealing.
"We could find another way to cross." suggested Sir John.
"No, we will cross here, though not by this bridge." Said Captain Rey.
"What do you have in mind?" asked Sir John.
The Sir Rey whipped out a rope with a grappling hook on it, borrowed one of the other knights bows, tied the rope to one of the arrows in place of the arrow head, and let it fly. The arrow soared across the chasm and hooked onto a crack in the stone cliff on the other side, this system they used as a zip line to cross the chasm.
Such a daring effort mused the Fates to themselves as they watched the knights make their perilous crossing of their first obstacle .... Meanwhile in the world below a storm is gathering above the Knights company as they regroup in their numbers on the other side of yawning chasm below with little time to prepare for a downpour many of the men begin to whisper in hushed tones to one another of how to deal with the gathering weather as they tie ropes to gear and provisions and each other in the hopes of preventing tragedy before the voyage can even begin .....
"But they shall not find the sword until they pass the trials of fate !!" cackles the Norn who draws the skein "And they have not even reached the grove of the wold tree yet !" echoes the Norn who cuts the threads " nor shall they " mutters the Norn who measures the length and strength of each mortal coil ... Meanwhile in the world below FENRIR stirs from the portal to the shadow lands in answer to the summons of the sword " finally I can end my hunt" the great wolf smiles to himself at the prospect of the great and final battle of RAGNAROK and the choosing of the slain .....
Thankfully as these were seasoned adventurers they had already been lashing the equipment and provisions together so other than the general malaise of being soaking wet in freezing chain mail the company of knights was really none the worse for wear thanks to the quick thinking and decisive leadership of Sir Rey ...
"Be wary Mi' lord " called out one of the pages of the company of knights " it might be accursed" ... a muttering of dissent and a short series of whispered prayers to ward off evil spirits and such filter through the ranks of the seasoned warriors at the arrival of this unexpected boon ...
Then someone yelled, "Throw them all off the cliff!"
Sir Rey agreed, and they quickly chucked the equipment off the cliff. 5,000 years of possible scientific advancements, disappeared in a matter of minutes. And the Doctor couldn't change it, it was a sealed event, if he changed it he would spark the boot strap paradox, the equipment was lost, forever.
Noble Leone (US1) said:The soldiers shouted, and drew their swords, kneeling down to the almighty face in the clouds.
aren't medieval superstitions and legends FUN 
Noble Leone (US1) said:indeed.
well what else are we to do mi' lord ? It was clearly a trap .... most likely the workings of a wrathful wizard .....
Face projected onto the clouds says: "I'm NOT one of your gods this is just a feature of the technology I gave you, so get up and continue with your day."