The courtyard is still in shambles, though it seems Lancelot has sent as many knights as possible to clean up the mess they made. There is a lot to clean up, from the bodies of deceased knights to a giant head of four-hundred foot snake that just never fully dissolved.
It seems Galahad is responsible for cleanup, and he nods curtly as you arrive, apparently not in the mood for speaking directly.
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CLEANING THE COURTYARD
Your character can come here to rp cleaning the courtyard. You can also roll 1d10 (ONLY DO THIS ONCE) to see what they find here. Finder's keepers!
DICE ROLLING:
1: You find a piece of Morgan's cloak. Some pelt or another, of some exotic wolf you've never seen before. 2. You find a small, scared, tiny bird. It cheeps. It sure looks familiar.. but it seems attached to you now, and has nested on your hair 3. You find some leftover spirits. Ahhhh.. that's the spirit! 4. You find a note. Upon reading it it seems to say the following:
Dearest Mordred, your hair is beautiful, shining locks in the wind. Will you be mine.
xoxoxox -------
The name is scratched out.
5. You find a chicken. A literal, chicken. It's still alive.... 6. You find a thick scale of a giant snake. It would make a great ornament... 7. You find a strange item. It's pretty gold, and looks to be cup-shaped. It whispers to you about power, and you can't help but feel compelled to walk closer to it. As you walk closer, you imagine yourself young eternally, with money and immortality. The world shrinks and you feel as if you have become a god - you reach towards the item of power-
- And Galahad snatches it from your hands. He stares at you accusingly then moves forward as if nothing had happened. 8. You find some female leather "leggings". Oh, but how do they stay warm? 9. You find a fragment of what looks like to be a shattered mirror. For a moment you glimpse someone laughing at you from the other side. Could it be-- 10. You find a rock. What you've always wanted!
Galahad is also watching everyone. You can ask him questions if you'd like. He MAY or may not answer (post in BOLD RED[/color[wink
Luridel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7Total: 7 (1-10)
Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 11:07 pm
Estel rolled up her sleeves, forcing a smile onto her face. It was time to get to work-- what was that?
A glimmer of gold caught her eye. She took a step towards it, and then another, hypnotized... another knight crossed in front of her path, breaking Estel's line of sight, and she averted her gaze immediately, shocked.
Someone else could pick that up. She didn't want to touch it.
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My character's name: Estel Herald Character's journal link:Here. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Short black hair. Violet eyes. Petite, delicate-looking. Sixteen years old. Dressed in monochrome colors - black cloak, black-and-white dress, white apron. Crescent pin in her hair. Rank of character: Knight-apprentice. Sacred Points obtained: 20/100
Shun gave Galahad a curt nod in return before he looked around at the massive mess that had taken a hold of the courtyard. He recalled the battle pretty vividly still, and the carnage here seemed to be about right from what he recalled.
With a shake of his head, he decided to lend a hand in cleaning the area. He kind of helped cause it, after all. He had his new weapons hanging from both sides of his waist. Using those will be... tricky to say in the least. They were rather different from the katana he was familiar with. But, he would find a way. Penumbra, he decided to call them.
Spotting Estel already at work there, he paused, recalling the vision he saw when he had fetched his new blades. He tilted his head, then shook it to himself.
He turned over a body, then picked up something. It looked like a part of Morgan's cloak. A wolf pelt of sorts.
"..."
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My character's name: Shun Kuroda Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark haired. basically like this except wielding twin katar. Rank of character knight Sacred Points obtained: ??/100
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7Total: 7 (1-10)
Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 1:24 am
Sigh. After what happened with Percival in Great Hall, he seriously wondered why are he still here, on this ruined Castle.
But what has happened can't be changed; he learned it the hard way. The wound on his shoulder still aches badly.
Somehow he's on the courtyard, trying to tidy up what's left from it. There's so many items scattered around- *tink*
Huh? He saw something on the ground. A golden cup?
'Take me and I'll grant all of your wishes.' He can hear someone whispering right next to his ear. He looked around, but there's nobody around him; all of them seem occupied by their own task. Is it...the cup?
'Anything. Name it. Wealth. Woman. Eternal youth. Even making you into a God.'
The world around him blackened, and everything other than the golden cup vanishes from sight. Is it true? If he had such power... -can he undo his wrongdoing?
He reaches to the cup--- *THWACK*
"Ooops, sorry!" A passing knight kicked the item somewhere else, breaking whatever spell putting hold on him.
"What was that?" He continued 'cleaning' in search of that item- but to no avail.
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My character's name: Reith Oberyn Character's journal link:Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLooks like Avi due TekTek being dead. Rank of character Knight. Sacred Points obtained: 11/100
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 6:50 am
Sherry showed up at the courtyard, eager to help getting things back in order. She moved with purpose, using the cleanup as an excuse to keep her mind from wandering too far. She did go over events in her mind, wondering what they could have done differently, or even if it would have mattered. But the work she was doing now helped her not get lost in such thoughts.
Pick up this, carry it over there. Pick up that, carry it away, too.
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My character's name: Sherry Greyson Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 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. Look a ref Rank of character Apprentice-knight.
Brenley had assured himself that it didn't matter. People had made far worse decisions in life, most recently that one apprentice who had struck Morgan as he lay dying. Or she. After the poofy-haired knight he had stumbled across had told him that their red champion wasn't human, Morgan's transformation hadn't exactly been a surprise, but it had been surprising.
Queen of the Sidhe.
His own patron dead.
And still the courtyard needed cleaning. It was just like every other day at the castle, except instead of stray leaves and other common rubbish, they were scrubbing shadow-snake ichor off of the flagstones.
To be honest, his largest problem at the moment wasn't what was going on here. The newly made was having a lot of trouble focusing on the present, distracted by what he had seen in the past. He'd had a sister. He had killed for her and he didn't feel any real remorse about it. Yes, he was ashamed in an abstract sense, mostly because he knew what people would think if they knew, but personally? The man had gotten what he deserved. It was all a lot to take in.
Bren picked up a smooth rock the size of his palm and threw it at the wall. It bounced back and hit him in the head.
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My character's name: Brenley Character's journal link:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Reddish-blond hair, pale peach skin, blue eyes, 6'0", nzappa zap, shoulder armor studded with blue-green stones, a mantle with blue flowers carved into it, blue and black gauntlets, a sandy tabard, a coppery helmet with a spindly, leafless tree carved into it, deep brown leggings with blue gradations throughout, blue tunic, boots. Rank of character: Knight Faction: Green
Nellie was simply content to be left alone to help with the task of cleaning up the courtyard. The threat posed by the horsemen and the shadowlings might have been averted for now but the price that they had paid for this temporary moment of peace was way too much. Would they be able to successively defend Camelot from the next attack? What about the Great King who was still missing? Had they lost him too even before the siege happened?
She milled tirelessly with only her thoughts for company, dragging the bodies of the deceased to the nearest cart so that a proper burial could be arranged for them. Combing the ground for anything that might be of interest, she chanced upon a pelt that might have been a part of someone's cloak once. Interesting. She might be able to find a use for it for herself at some point. Picking it up, she started to brush the lint off it before stopping for a moment to try it on for size by draping it on herself.
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My character's name: Nellie Fenette Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Her hair is long and mahogany in colour, secured in a ponytail. Her eyes blue-grey. She is usually decked in light armour, preferring to pick at her enemies from afar with her longbow, only resorting to close combat if absolutely necessary. Rank of character Apprentice-knight
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QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
Syusaki rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-10)
Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 12:20 pm
It was almost weird to believe that this was the same courtyard Wilson had occupied only hours prior. The courtyard had once been a wide, open area with plants and training dummies for knights and apprentices alike to train with if they wished. Then the courtyard had transformed into something dark, desolate, crawling with shadowy creatures that struck fear into humans’ hearts. But now? Now it was completely in shambles and the remnants of the battle zone it had once been. Just looking at the destruction and corpses made him feel cold, so Wilson pulled his cloak closer to himself.
He looked down and kicked a stray piece of wood with the toe of his boot. Next to it he could see a pile of debris with a dirtied hand beneath. His lips pursed and Wilson silently turned away. Logically, he knew this scenery was similar to what he must have seen when the Riders initially invaded his village, but he could barely recall the events. There were only a couple choice memories that were blurry and dark for reasons he could not remember. Perhaps, the knight wondered to himself, it was better for him to not remember. Perhaps it made it easier for him to carry on. That was the point of being human—laughing, loving, falling apart at the seams, and then sewing yourself back together so you could laugh and love again.
Wilson kicked over another piece of debris, which ended up being a barrel. He could hear liquid sloshing inside. The knight leaned forward to prop up the barrel and looked inside. The liquid was clear, and when he reached in to dip his finger and lick it off his fingers, Wilson realized it was sprites. He closed his eyes and for a moment he could not understand the pain in his chest. Perhaps it was the stress piling up on him.
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My character's name: Wilson Hopkins Character's journal link:link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERlink; somewhat tall and a bit on the scrawny side, but has muscle where it counts. Black hair that tapers, the ends cling to his neck and barely brush his shoulders. Red-brown eyes and a pleasant smile. Rank of character 1d8
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 12:21 pm
It was a given that the knights had to return to the courtyard in order to clean up the mess created. TK had no doubt in his mind that there were other knights scattered about, cleaning up debris and bodies in other parts of the castle. The bridge in particular, he remembered, would need a substantial amount of repairs and cleanup given the intentional damage done to it.
Sighing, he began to pick up stray pieces of wood and gather them into a pile. Amongst the salvages he noticed a splash of color and reached out for it. It was soft fur, and quickly TK realized that this was a shred of Morgan’s cloak. Gold eyes narrowed at the pelt. Morgan was a traitor, but a souvenir was a souvenir, wasn’t it?
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My character's name: TK Character's journal link:link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and incredibly skinny; seems like the wind could blow him down. Incredibly-pale skin with hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. Golden eyes. Rank of character 1d8
Koray staggered into the Courtyard feeling drained more so than usual. As he helped in what little ways he could the youth...stubbed his boot on a rock. Hopping he looked down to pick it up. Oh...it sorta looked like a coiled up snake. He put it in his pocket.
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My character's name: Koray Karga Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Koray is tall, lanky with long dark blue hair. Eyes are mismatched now. Left is a deep azure blue, right is a murky blue gray. The right side of his face is covered with a wide banded eye patch due to blinding wounds sustained during his flight to safety. He usually can be found in a Violet tunic and dark breeches. Dark knee high riding boots. Usually has his hair up in a puffy ponytail to avoid it in his way. Ivory skin tone. Around his neck on a leather cord is a coiled up snake ready to strike. Rank of character apprentice-knight. Sacred Points obtained: 15/100
Lawrence had looked on with indifference as Percival had fallen, seeing the result as nothing short of necessary. He had not even been particularly concerned when Morgan turned out to be something completely other than who they had seemed to be, as leader of the Sidhe it was very likely she would be part of the winning side, the Great King was nowhere to be found.
He had examined the mark with curiosity initially before he had taken it like everything else as a simple fact, a part of who he was and the proof that when things had been dangerous that he had supported chaos and change over all else.
Making his way out to the courtyard, he took in a little air and eyed the enormous head with what for him passed for curiosity.
"Quite a mess." he said redundantly, stepping over an arm without an owner.
It seemed that one bottle of alcohol had survived the siege unopened, he stooped to pick it up and wiping the blood it was splattered with onto one of the fallen's clothing (they didn't need them anymore) he took a sip of it. Alcohol simply was not very pleasant, he wasn't sure what its function really was.
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My character's name: Lawrence Weiman Character's journal link:[Event][ Non - Event ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Surprisingly short, Lawr is very very pale, with sharp angular features and cold, unfeeling blue eyes. He moves with strange, almost robotic repetition at times and on the whole gives the uncanny impression of something wearing a human skin rather than an actual human being. [Unarmoured image] Rank of character Knight
Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 1:15 pm
Sighing after a few more rounds of cleanup the youth decided to see what went down in the Tower. Bowing to the Great Knight he walked away....
[EXIT]
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My character's name: Koray Karga Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Koray is tall, lanky with long dark blue hair. Eyes are mismatched now. Left is a deep azure blue, right is a murky blue gray. The right side of his face is covered with a wide banded eye patch due to blinding wounds sustained during his flight to safety. He usually can be found in a Violet tunic and dark breeches. Dark knee high riding boots. Usually has his hair up in a puffy ponytail to avoid it in his way. Ivory skin tone. Around his neck on a leather cord is a coiled up snake ready to strike. Rank of character apprentice-knight. Sacred Points obtained: 15/100
The fight had been stressful to say the least for Zar and things had come to a boiling point over the mirror. He'd been glad to avoid it all, along with the potential backlash and had managed to keep his pretty head down. Now there was a short time to recoup their losses he did what any honourable and self-respecting person would do.
He went looting.
Oh it wasn't the normal commoner sort of looting, where the bodies of the fallen were ransacked for their belongings, no this was the more respectable sort of looting where he paid his respects to the fallen while at the same time carefully checking their pockets for mementos and things they they might well like to give to their companions and so on.
He found a nice pair of leggings as he went and though they were only marginally more modest than the tiny panties he was wearing, he put them on anyway.
"I will honour your memory person I did not know!" he said proudly.
And then daintily kept right on prowling through the shattered courtyard like a predatory animal looking for unwary rats.
8. You find some female leather "leggings". Oh, but how do they stay warm?
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My character's name: Zar Character's journal link:[Event][Non-event] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall, slender and feminine with almost uncanny good looks, Zar moves with gentle grace. His hair is silvery and ridiculously long. [Image] Rank of character Knight
My character's name: Mildred Kercher Character's journal link:✍|♥ BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Mildred is tall, thin, and pale with a very long, highly impractical, and somewhat unruly braid of black hair, which now has a vine of wisteria braided into it. Her blue-green eyes can frequently be seen pinched into a squint when she's trying to focus: she is in need of glasses to correct her poor vision.
But she does not have glasses. Rank of character Knight
