[spoiler][quote="OOC"] [b]My character's name:[/b] Sherry Greyson [b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24688587]Here[/url] [b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER[/b] A youngish (early 20s) girl with darkish blonde hair and light brown eyes. She keeps her hair long but mostly pulled back. She uses a rapier. [url=http://shakeismy.rampantobsession.com/Gaia/TiH/Sherry/SherryKnight.png]Look a ref[/url] [b]Rank of character[/b] Apprentice-knight. [/quote][/spoiler]
[quote="YOUR SKILLS"] - Rank 1: Barrage: Whenever you miss, you can roll again. You can only use this once per battle. When rerolling, do not take auto damage - Rank 2: Lifecaster: Quote any player prior to your post. Heal them for 25% of their max health. You can do this three times per battle. [/quote]
gaia_crown[ Rank 1] Rank 1: Barrage: Whenever you miss, you can roll again. You can only use this once per battle. When rerolling, do not take auto damage gaia_crown[ Rank 2] Rank 2: Lifecaster: Quote any player prior to your post. Heal them for 25% of their max health. You can do this three times per battle. gaia_crown[ Rank 3] Please only add IF you are that rank (or higher) gaia_crown[ Rank 4] Please only add IF you are that rank (or higher) gaia_crown[ Rank H] Please only add IF you are that rank (or higher) gaia_crown[ Rank G] Please only add IF you are that rank (or higher)
Her horse, the good and gentle beast that it was, snorted softly and shook its head. “You can’t go running off like that, you know,” Sherry said to the animal, patting it back. The horse nudged her with its nose, and then set about tugging at her pockets. “No, no. I’m sorry, fella, but I’ve got no treats for you.”
The horse snorted and nudged her again.
“I really ought to name you,” the apprentice-knight said. It seemed a shame her horse didn’t have a name. It was also a shame that it kept trying to get nonexistent treats from her. She was pretty sure that was what he wanted. He always tugged at her pocket, or her hands. And most of the time he would just stand there and watch her, waiting. Sherry had the distinct impression that he was used to treats. “I’ll remember to check the kitchens for anything I can sneak out for you. For now you’ll have to be content with what I can find here.”
He snorted again.
Sherry ran the brush over his back a few more times, then stepped back, pleased with herself. A knight had to be able to take care of their horse, after all.
It was right about then things changed. Loud noises, followed by shouts and orders.
“Oh.” It was all she could muster, that weak little sound. She had thought, stupidly it seemed, that the castle was a safe place, a place the enemy would not attack. Surely they had to know how many of them there were. Surely they had to know that the walls were huge and there would be precautions… That’s right. The castle was ready for an attack. Sherry felt her throat tighten. An attack. An attack was happening right then.
“Well, old boy,” she said, exiting the stall, “be on your guard. Hopefully everything will be alright. I’ll bring you a treat when this is sorted.” She gave the horse a brave smile before turning to run to her bunk.
She had to get dressed, properly, with armor and everything. And her sword. She would need her sword. Well, if the wall was breeched. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.
Sherry had a brief moment where she wondered about her skills with a bow. Could she help the archers? She doubted it. They had all probably trained for ages with a bow. She didn’t recall ever holding one.
It took her far longer than she would have liked to get dressed, and make sure she had all of her own necessities. And then she was off again, running to find somewhere to help with.
She turned a corner, and found herself in a spot she didn’t recognize. “Oh,” she said, coming to a halt. “Must have taken a wrong turn. If I just go back…” Her voice trailed off as she remembered something. It was important, critical that…
The thought was gone before she could complete it. Sherry shook her head, trying to clear it. She was forgetting something. It had been important. Her brow creased as she thought about it. Her brow creased further as the very idea that she’d forgotten something seemed to fade. No, it was still there, she knew there was something… but she couldn’t grasp it. And the harder she tried, the more the thought seemed to flee.
There was a loud crash from down the hall. Right. Sherry exhaled, totally unaware she’d been holding her breath. The attack. They were needed. They needed to prepare to defend the tower. She would be needed.
Any thoughts that may or may not have been forgotten were pushed aside as Sherry set off at a run again.
