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Somehow you find yourself outside of the castle ramparts. You hear shouts - knights have spotted you. There is only the forest ahead, and you keep on running and running. Time seems to stretch on forever.
After a while, the shouting has stopped, but you are deep within the forest. At some point the forest thins, and there is a clearing, with a small cottage. The door to the cottage is open, and it is almost odd that there is even such a thing in the middle of nowhere.
The inside of the cottage is a modest place, and there is ample water running. It seems someone was here recently, though it is empty.
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You have managed to escape! Feel free to explore around this area. You are free to interact/explore/ talk to other people who make it. If you wish to return to the castle, you WILL get caught, and end up at the dungeons, where you will also be locked up. The choice is up to you!
Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 11:07 pm
By the time Szczeosny had left Camelot a speck in the tree-hidden distance behind him, he was gasping for breath. The strange, empty sky hadn't helped - he kept his eyes firmly on the path and ran straight, farther and farther, until there was nothing familiar left. Only a clearing in the middle of the twisted woods.
This presented a bit of a problem, as now he was not only unceremoniously betraying his fellow knights, but on top of that, he was lost.
Fortunately, there was a cottage here. A whole one, not just the burnt and shattered remains of one. Kind of strange. How could a little house possibly survive the chaos? Was it that well hidden?
If it was, he wanted IN. He glanced around a few more times, just to be certain he hadn't been followed, and ducked inside.
Johan ran like he'd never run before. He somehow managed to make it through Galahad's men and outside the walls of the castle. One part of Johan wondered at the sloppy sentry line Galahad had set, the other noted that he should probably concentrate on running because he could hear men calling out to one another. They'd seen him!
He careened down the path he'd taken many a time with Fee. He was grateful now for his familiarity with its twists and turns. Falling off a cliff at this point would only land him back in the dungeon.
On an on, until his vision began to tunnel, and his throat hurt from gasping for air. But he was in the Forest now. The voices had faded out, and the only sound now was the pounding of his heart in his ears, his ragged breathing, and the noises of the Forest. He finally slowed when he came to a clearing. Panting, he stared at the Cottage sitting serenely at its center.
Here? In the middle of nowhere?
Johan glanced at the dark sky, and back to the building. It was better than nothing.
Cautiously, he approached, trying to control his breathing, Tempest held at the ready. The door was open, so he slipped inside.
And yelled when he saw something shadowy and beaked inside.
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My character's name: Johan Klarstein Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slim and of middling height, Johan is about as pale as they come. White-blonde hair, light blue eyes, and very fair skin. His emotions tend to range from mildly annoyed to full-on grump mode. Rank of character Knight-Apprentice. ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
AstaraeI
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 11:22 pm
[ Bradley ]
He couldn't remember running this much in his entire life. Then again, he couldn't remember anything of his entire life, so that was a moot point. The Red Knight Apprentice slowed to a jog as he entered the tree line. There was so much he didn't understand, and too many questions. Why were Morgan and Morgana related? Why had she chosen Morgan out of all the knights there? Gawain and Percival were now dead, and it was unclear if Lancelot was ever returning. Mordred and Galahad were alive, but it was clear Galahad was not... in his own mind. Quarrentining plague victims with everyone else? It was a recipe for disaster.
It wasn't good planning or tactics. It spoke of darker things on the horizon. He now himself had betrayed his knights and companions, but Camelot was no longer safe. Those in charge no longer held their sanity, and it was only going to get worse as time went on. They were being destroyed from the inside out (probably what Morgana wants, to be honest) and they'd all die regardless of 'what side' they were on.
He came up to a clearing and a cottage. It was... whole. That in of it self was shocking and he wandered over to it. Well, if nothing else... it was cover and a place to hide for now. Bradley pushed the door open and disappeared inside.
He wasn't expecting to find others already there though.
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My character's name: Bradley Evans Character's journal link:[ x ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Bradley is a tall young man with brown hair and brown eyes. He's incredibly gunho about this whole knight thing. He's jovial, hardworking, and really likes to smash things with objects. Almost too much. Many a barn has been destroyed because he gets too 'smash happy'. He's hoping joining the Red Faction will temper some of that excess energy. He's decently trained with war-scythes and other polearms. Rank of character Knight Apprentice
The cottage was a blessed sight after feeling so lost. She hurried towards it, entering quickly enough to forget that the cottage could have been occupied, or too desperate to care. It was occupied - by several other escapees, who looked just as lost as she was. One of them was screaming, which was probably the worst idea ever, and she let out a soft hush, trying to calm him down. She put her finger to her lips, but she didn't say a word - she was too frightened to put together a thought into words, and despite being around others who'd escaped just as she did, she still felt like they would turn on her at any moment.
Or worse, she felt like something would force her to turn on them, again. She was reminded, quite suddenly, of how unsafe she felt, and guilt painted her features. She shouldn't have come here.
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My character's name: Riley Illithadian Character's journal link:ok BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall, slender, graceful, and entirely obsessed with purity; Riley was raised from birth as a priestess of the light, and continues to follow the values and practices of her stringent sisterhood. She is always prepared with a ritual or a prayer to help purify anything necessary, especially the air and water surrounding them, or the earth beneath their feet. She does not like being touched, or looked at for very long, nor will she meet the gaze of a passerby for longer than is absolutely necessary. She is meek, humble, and completely unprepared for what lies ahead of her. Physical Description:CLICK HERE She wears an unadorned white medieval dress, and a belt of large, extremely heavy prayer beads as a constant burden to remind her of her duty. Her face is partially covered by a modesty veil, which hangs at the lower half of her face. Her eyes are grey, and her hair is black, with only the top layer matted into tight dreadlocks using beeswax - these are carefully wrapped and braided with purple and white ribbons. See this picture for an example of this hairstyle. Intricate filigree of some metal slips in and out of the top of her hair, weaving upward into delicate designs created with special religious significance in mind. Rank of character knight
Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 12:18 am
Szczeosny had tilted the mask up and around his head, so that it formed a second face on the back of him. For the second or third time now, Johan had the misfortune to come across the would-be plague doctor.
His actual face was being splashed with water, wiping away the copious sweat he was covered in from running. Underneath the mask, he looked surprisngly... average. Messy black hair, green eyes, pale skin, and exhaustion written on his face.
He turned to the newcomers, still breathing heavily and looking like a gust of wind would knock him over. Johan was the only one of them his expression changed for - surprise, and recognition. With shaking hands, he pulled the mask back into place where it belonged. His fingers played along the straps, tightening it.
"Hey! Hey. It's just me," he half-called. He glanced between them all again. "So... we got out."
They were joined in quick succession by two other escapees. Johan, very on edge, screamed as both entered, swiveling Tempest to point at both in succession before he realized they weren't a posse sent by Galahad to capture them. When the lady knight raised a finger to her lips, Johan remembered himself, and finally shut up. He also realized he'd pointed Tempest at his fellow Knights and unknowingly joined Riley with a lesser twinge of guilt.
"I apologize." he whispered.
To be reduced to this. Running from Camelot. Scowling deeply, he turned back to the masked Knight, and hissed a question at him.
"You again!? Just who are you, anyway?"
He looked back towards Bradley and Riley, and included them in the conversation.
"Actually, since we all seem to be in the same boat, we might as well introduce ourselves. I'm Johan Klarstein. This is Tempest." he said, lifting the glaive slightly.
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My character's name: Johan Klarstein Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slim and of middling height, Johan is about as pale as they come. White-blonde hair, light blue eyes, and very fair skin. His emotions tend to range from mildly annoyed to full-on grump mode. Rank of character Knight-Apprentice. ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
AstaraeI
a-disgruntled-dragon
Nio Love
Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 12:26 am
[ Bradley ]
Jealousy flared at the knight with the sacred weapon. If only he managed to have gotten his before all this ruckus started. The tall man ran a hand through his head and told himself to relax. It was probably better anyway. Who knew what came with the use of a sacred weapon.
He nodded at the lady before speaking. "Bradley Evans... former knight apprentice to Morgan the Red Knight." He patted his very plan and rudimentary war-scythe. "My weapon, which has no name."
He found a chair and sank into it. "What do we do now? It's clear Camelot isn't safe - I'd argue it was never safe with that gate - it's not safe out here for too long. Any ideas?"
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My character's name: Bradley Evans Character's journal link:[ x ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Bradley is a tall young man with brown hair and brown eyes. He's incredibly gunho about this whole knight thing. He's jovial, hardworking, and really likes to smash things with objects. Almost too much. Many a barn has been destroyed because he gets too 'smash happy'. He's hoping joining the Red Faction will temper some of that excess energy. He's decently trained with war-scythes and other polearms. Rank of character Knight Apprentice
She shied away the moment more than one person was turning their attentions towards her and Johan, but she couldn't back away farther than the table behind her, which she bumped with her rear in surprise and clung to like a lifeline. He was introducing himself, and Riley wished she could have been rude enough to decline talking to him.
"Riley." She whispered, sliding the sickle out from the prayer beads belt she hung it off of, and holding the weapon out to him. "My weapon, Mal." She returned it to it's hanging place on the belt, and jolted at the sound of Bradley sitting down in the chair of the table she rested against. Slowly, and carefully enough to hopefully not look rude, she slid away from it.
"Our friends are in danger." Riley's voice wasn't much more than a whisper, but she knew the words were important. "The Great Knights spoke of exterminating those with the curse. Morgana touched some of us, and I think he means to kill those who have. Can we do nothing to save them?"
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My character's name: Riley Illithadian Character's journal link:ok BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall, slender, graceful, and entirely obsessed with purity; Riley was raised from birth as a priestess of the light, and continues to follow the values and practices of her stringent sisterhood. She is always prepared with a ritual or a prayer to help purify anything necessary, especially the air and water surrounding them, or the earth beneath their feet. She does not like being touched, or looked at for very long, nor will she meet the gaze of a passerby for longer than is absolutely necessary. She is meek, humble, and completely unprepared for what lies ahead of her. Physical Description:CLICK HERE She wears an unadorned white medieval dress, and a belt of large, extremely heavy prayer beads as a constant burden to remind her of her duty. Her face is partially covered by a modesty veil, which hangs at the lower half of her face. Her eyes are grey, and her hair is black, with only the top layer matted into tight dreadlocks using beeswax - these are carefully wrapped and braided with purple and white ribbons. See this picture for an example of this hairstyle. Intricate filigree of some metal slips in and out of the top of her hair, weaving upward into delicate designs created with special religious significance in mind. Rank of character knight
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Astaraei
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 12:52 am
"Szczeosny Brzenczyszczykiewicz." His fingers tapped along the handle of his (perfectly ordinary) hooked mace, and he lifted it up slightly. "I do not have plans to name anything else."
"They believe we're all cursed. I overheard Sir -- Mordred speaking to Galahad," he admitted, somewhat uneasily. "He claims he saw us all cursed, and Galahad believes him. I don't know what to believe any more."
"There is something strange going on. I don't think it's safe to return without a plan - even for friends." His gaze swept from Riley to Johan's direction. He was the only one Szczeosny recognized from the tower. "Did you hear the prophecy, or - or touch the box, in the tower?"
"Bradley, Riley, and ..." Johan paused at the masked man's name. There was simply no way he would be able to remember that!
"I'm calling you Doctor." he finished. Johan noticed Riley's unease, mistaking it for concern for the others currently in the dungeon.
"It's my hope that we can somehow help them." he assured both Riley and Bradley, slinging Tempest into the sheathe on his back, so his hands would be weapon-free and less threatening.
When Doctor brought up the tower, Johan's eyes widened, and he pointed toward the man in acknowledgment.
"Yes, yes! I arrived a bit late, but I did hear the Prophecy, and touched the casket." he said, and turned back toward Bradley and Riley, meeting their eyes to make sure he had their attention. "I walked in on a number of the Knights in Merlin's study. They had, well, ransacked the place, and in doing so, found some sort of Prophecy."
Johan paced, trying to remember the words of the Prophecy exactly.
"When light and dark gather, There will be a reckoning, The world will break and rebuild, To the legacy of the Great King, Only then will humans face destruction, Only then will the darkness find its place."
He glanced around to see their reactions, but held up a hand as he wasn't finished.
"When that was said, a casket dropped from beneath the table. I and some of the other Knights helped push it out, but when we touched it, we were pulled into... a vision of some sorts. In it, I think I was looking through Mordred's eyes. He was down in a prison of some sort, possibly in Camelot, and he was headed towards the same casket in the tower, except it was open. When he reached it, someone, or thing pushed him in. It said, 'Goodbye, my son.' before it closed the lid on him. After that, I came to. I discussed what it could mean with the others, and we assumed that Mordred had been sealed within the casket. It was locked with a seal bearing a crown."
Another glance, another raised hand.
"However, our discussion was cut short. Merlin came back, and made us leave. I tried asking him about the casket, but he wouldn't answer. I returned to the Hall, but ran into a number of people listening to a conversation on the opposite side of a closed door. It was Lancelot, and someone who sounded like Mordred! Mordred claimed that he'd been under Morgana's spell, made to believe that he had a sibling when he really didn't. He also said he's seen the Great King in battle with the Witch Queen, but that the King was betrayed by a traitor. It sounded as though... the King was... killed."
He paused as the weight of that hit him. He prayed it was a lie.
"Or at the very least, he's in great peril. Anyway, Lancelot said he plans to leave with some of the Knights to find the Great King and bring him back to Camelot, and he left Mordred to guard the castle."
Revelations complete, Johan fell silent and let the others digest the news he'd given them.
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My character's name: Johan Klarstein Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slim and of middling height, Johan is about as pale as they come. White-blonde hair, light blue eyes, and very fair skin. His emotions tend to range from mildly annoyed to full-on grump mode. Rank of character Knight-Apprentice. ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
AstaraeI
a-disgruntled-dragon
Nio Love
Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 1:39 am
That name was certainly a mouthful. She refused to try and repeat it, so instead she decided that she did not need to know his name, and would simply call him by Doctor instead, just like Johan said.
But even as he spoke, she shook her head. "Mordred only speaks of all of us that were in that room. He doesn't mean to kill all of the knights. He wanted to return safety to the castle by flushing out those who are cursed. I.. don't know how.."
And then she realized it. If there was no way for them to be sure of which knights had been touched by Morgana, was the Doctor right? Were the Great Knights planning on killing all of them to be sure? Killing only some was still unacceptable, especially when she knew exactly who they would be killing - but to exterminate the entire knighthood..
She knew nothing of a prophecy, and all that Johan said was news to her. It was difficult to let it sink in, for her frustrations were blocking her mind from clear thought.
"That prophecy speaks as though our fates are sealed. Are we truly to believe that humanity is doomed? I cannot!" Even as Johan rose his hand to continue, it was clear that her frustrations were reaching a peak - especially when she refused to look in his eyes, shying away at the forced gaze.
"If Mordred is left alone to guard, does that not mean he will complete the extermination he planned? We cannot stand idly by for this. Whether he is truly Mordred or not is irrelevant to me now. His intentions are deplorable, either way." Her voice whined with frustration, and she pushed away from the table, storming off in dismay. The Doctor spoke of needing a plan, but they had nothing. They were stuck in a cottage with no help in sight. The cottage itself began to feel like a cage to her, and she reached out to ruffle through all of the items on the tables and cabinets within, looking for something to help guide them in the right path. A miracle, perhaps.
That was... Doctor it was. That name was a mouthful. What was his mother trying to, make a statement? The knight apprentice rolled his eyes to himself and listened to Johan speak. A prophecy, plots, sidhe... It make his head hurt. Bradley frowned, musing to himself.
"Naw, our fates aren't sealed. There's something going on that we're missing. Morgan became Morgana. Gawain went mad. Percival killed him, then he was killed by Morgana, yeh? Now Galahad wants to massacre the entire population of knights they brought here, on Mordred's orders. Lancelot is going after the Great King who may or may not be alive. Or sane." He scratched his chin.
"You said Merlin was in the tower. The entire castle is going to hell and he's in a tower? Soemthing just... I dunno, seems off. We're missing a piece. Like how this cottage is completely whole, and looks lived in." He got up from the table and paced the cottage, before stopping near the bed to rummage through any trunks or blankets over there.
"Just seems to.... convenient I guess. To easy."
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My character's name: Bradley Evans Character's journal link:[ x ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Bradley is a tall young man with brown hair and brown eyes. He's incredibly gunho about this whole knight thing. He's jovial, hardworking, and really likes to smash things with objects. Almost too much. Many a barn has been destroyed because he gets too 'smash happy'. He's hoping joining the Red Faction will temper some of that excess energy. He's decently trained with war-scythes and other polearms. Rank of character Knight Apprentice
Zoobey
Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 2:18 am
She paused as Bradley pointed out that the cottage looked lived in. Somehow, in the rush to find safety in numbers, she'd completely ignored that.
She stopped searching, dropping everything as if it burned, and turned to stare with real horror at the three men.
"Are we.. entirely sure the owner of this cottage is not still here?" She whispered, her voice barely a choked whisper. As if fate was meant to scare her, something began to stir right beside her. She screamed, unable to contain the sound, and leapt so far up into the air that she all but threw herself into Johan's arms.
It was not the owner of the cottage, of course, it was a chicken. A chicken..
Doctor looked a little baffled at first, but finally conceded. He nodded as Johan retold the tale of what had been going on in some of their party's absence.
"But," he wondered, "Why was that vision supposed to be the truth about the prophecy? Someone shoving Mordred in a mirrored box doesn't mean anything close to the idea that someone already knew destruction was coming our way. I feel like... we're missing something." He knocked against his mask a few times as if trying to rattle his brain for something. "I just can't remember anything before being a knight of Camelot."
"We could use the Great King's help right about now," he muttered, "I kind of hope he's not dead yet. I don't know how much we can trust what Mordred says. He could be enchanted, or he could be a Sidhe, or he could simply be a traitor to us. He's the one who told Gawain about Morgan moving the mirror - he came to the shelter looking like he'd been in a fight, and told us to go stop him. If he hadn't, Gawain might not have been -"
He fell short on describing their fate. He was feeling a little guilty again.
"Look outside, if you don't believe it. The sky is dark. The queen of the Sidhe walked among us like the castle already belongs to her. And the great knights are dying. If Camelot falls..." This sentence, directed at Riley, he didn't even have to finish. They all knew. Intrinsically. "If we don't stop Mordred, or whatever has taken his form, the prophecy will come true, and the darkness will find its place in Camelot."
To Bradley, he gave a grim look behind his mask. "This place does seem too... convenient. Now that you mention it. A cottage like this has to be lived in, or protected... but... by whom?"
