The exit away from the corridors is urgent, and you have no time to see how far Lancelot pushes ahead. There are large, white horses waiting for your outside, saddle-less. They kneel as you approach, and you sense they are much more intelligent than just steeds. For those who falter, they push you forwards, and in a blink you are clinging for dear life as a horse runs full speed away from the castle. It feels like you are riding wisps of smoke and fog. As you look back, you sense it, the corruption that has infected Camelot. It feels as if some ominous presence had taken root there and it was no longer a sanctuary.
You do not stop until you are past the woods, deeper now, until you have lost track of where. At long last, and you arrive at a large clearing. In the center of the clearing is a beautiful lake. Your horse practically bucks you off and wanders away, fading into the mist of the lake itself.
Lancelot is waiting for you there. He gestures for you to be quiet. You ca see behind him five mounds of earth. Respect for the dead.
He walks towards you, fully armoured, one hand on his weapon. "Knights," he begins, nodding to all, acknowledging all, "I bring unfortunate news."
Lancelot takes in a deep breath, steering himself as well. "The Great King is dead. His trusted advisor Merlin, is missing. We are the only ones remaining who still stand strong. In his place, he leaves his legacy, and it is us who must carry it on. There is a deep corruption that has buried itself within Camelot, and it is only now that it has shown its true nature. This is now our time to face and defeat it."
He draws his sword now, and points it at the ground, drawing a circle in the dirt around him. "Now, this is the what our order represents. Each knight part of a whole, each knight bound to fate, bound to creating their fate. We are tied, regardless."
"Now from the circle we must create seven. There must always be seven, from beginning to end, chosen at the same time, sacrificed at the same time," he gestures towards the mounds, "those seven will be granted the title as Great Knights, and when it is your time, you will be remembered as a Great Knight. Only seven Great Knights of equal power can seal the corruption from within Camelot. By sundown, a decision will be made and those chosen will be purified with the same waters each Great Knight is born from. Rest, for this may be one of your last days of quiet."
He stands to one edge of the makeshift circle, and waits. Waits for those who would sacrifice everything for so little left.
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SUMMARY OF EVENTS SO FAR:
gaia_crown[ Chapter 2]: Galahad becomes corrupted by the greed of what claims to be a "chalice", and imprisons all the knights. Mordred takes this opportunity to escape, after lying to Lancelot about the Great King being dead. The knights escape execution in the prisons, but find corridors with greater secrets. In one of them is a casket, and in the other a grail. In a corridor of shadows, Mordred mocks the knights for being unable to capture him, but is soon overwhelmed by Morgana. He is locked into the casket for eternity. Meanwhile, Galahad dies from corruption by the grail, and all knights who have touched it and died become the ghastly unliving. Lancelot appears to tell them all to escape, and so it is that they make their exit.
gaia_crown[ IF YOU POSTED AT LEAST 300 words in ANY of the corridor threads: You get +1 sacred card and +5 sacred points
gaia_crown[ IF you MISSED this event ] Go ahead and post a reflection solo in your journal of our character finding a grail and succumbing to its corruption of greed. This is what your character icly did in that time duration before snapping out of it and following Lancelot!
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RECONSTRUCTING THE GREAT KNIGHTS
Your character may now participate in any of the orps below OR stay in this orp and rp. If you wish to exit any thread just type [ EXIT ]!
gaia_crown[ SOLO: The lake spirit tales ]: An orp where your character listens to a tale the lake spirits spin. Some may seem to hold truth while others are entirely imaginary
gaia_crown[ ORP: Lancelot's home ]: You can also visit Lancelot's home here. He's probably just outside musing, just don't' touch too many of his things..
gaia_crown[ LAKE PRP ] In addition, they can create [ LAKE PRPS ] in this thread. These are very simple, and are relaxing prps. You can also go swimming in the lake because why not.
gaia_crown[ OPTIONAL : volunteering to become the Great Knight]: In order to try to become a Great Knight you must fulfill the following: ]
- Sacred weapon - 10 sacred points+ - Must be be colour of one trying (ALL SEVEN ARE OPEN) - Must be around for end of May when finale is happening (May 25th to May 28th) - Must ICLY step forward, kneel, and explain why they should be chosen. - AT the end of 24 hours from this post, 7 new Great Knights will be chosen from the rpers! These knights will get a small power up, but will also of course, be the final sacrifice at the finale. Good luck to all who try!
THIS SEGMENT OVER ALL WILL LAST 48 HOURS
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 11:28 pm
[ Estel is volunteering. Color: WHITE. ]
Was he asking for seven volunteers? But Lancelot was still alive... perhaps he was to become the next Great King.
Chosen at the same time, sacrificed at the same time. So that was it. So that was how it would be.
Estel stepped forward as quickly as she could, going down on one knee. "Sir, I don't know if I'm worthy, but I would gladly sacrifice anything I have to offer to save Camelot. Without hesitation."
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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. Sacred Points obtained: 55/100
[ Noemi is volunteering. Color: BLUE Journal: [HERE] ]
Noemi's tiny hands clenched in the hem of her skirt. Knights had fallen, the kingdom was falling. Since coming here, she felt like she had achieved nothing. That she was...nothing. She had defended at Percival's side, but he had fell in the same knight. She had been imprisoned by Galahad, and had helped free herself and others from the prison through team work, but had suffered being calling on treason. She had taken Milo's hands and drawn him into the corridor of fire, and together they retrieved weapons with nothing more then the illusion of a burn. And they had gone to the corridor of shadows, where Mordred had attempted to trick and decieve them.
But still she felt she had not done enough, that she had not become enough. She wanted to help more, become more. Protect....more. Protect Milo and Shu, and Evan. The whole kingdom.
Was she worthy? Was anyone? she didn't know.
But she kneeled before Lancelot, quiet at first.
"I wish to be part of seven. Not just for Camelot. For the people, for the future." She hesitated looking over at Milo, "For the love we all must bear together." She closed her eyes and then smiled. "It would be the greatest of honors."
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My character's name: Noemi Hurley Character's journal link:[ HERE ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Noemi is Naive and quiet girl. Red curly hair with winged cuffs and fullbody armor. She follows a certain young knight to keep him out of trouble. Promised and engaged to the love of her life, Milo Hale. From the same villiage as Shu and Evan, both being very important to Noemi. Rank of character Knight Apprentice
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 11:54 pm
Trisha is volunteering as tribute! Color: WHITE.
"Sir Lancelot, I would do anything for you. Even take your place for a sacrifice. If we can end this war and stop the fighting, I will do anything." Trisha stepped forward and dropped into a kneel. "I already pledged to lay down my sword, now I will lay down my life."
The king had fallen. This was not a surprise to Trisha, with everything that had happened, Trisha knew that it was possible. Even so they still had much to fight for, the lives of the knights around them. Though they were few, they could go on once the fighting was done.
Trisha didn't feel she was truly strong enough to replace Sir Lancelot, but if she could act as a replacement, spare his life, she would be grateful.
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My character's name: Trisha Character's journal link:link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Gold and white ribbons adorn her hair. Trisha is tall, and carries herself like A lady. She wears a fancy, beautiful cloak that seems to contain some sentimental value. It also has some blood stains along the edges. Trisha has a happy domineer with a kind smile and always seems willing to help people. Rank of character apprentice-knights.
Riley practically rushed to leave the castle, fully aware of the corruption that was spreading both outside and in. She'd been fighting it herself, but Mordred's confrontation had begun to truly expose the danger for what it was. A lifetime of solitude and purity was easily cast away at a single touch, or a fiery look, or a burning hate. Even as she ran, she worked through the dark emotions that had begun to cloud her mind, and almost convinced her to take another human life as retribution. As justice. She'd lost sight of her path, and her soul was taking injury as a result.
But with each gallop her horse took away from the castle, she could breathe again. She could feel the shadow of corruption fading farther and farther in to the background, where it was easier to ignore. She could feel her heart lightening with each quickening step. When the lake itself came into view, the only thing that still held her down was the blood splattered against her robes and armor, reminding her of where she'd come from. It was something she planned on fixing, and soon.
She stared transfixed at the lake, aching to take advantage of it, until Lancelot commanded her attention. And suddenly, all of the lightness in her heart - the freedom and joy that had only just begun to return to her, came crashing down in pieces. The King was dead - one piece fell. The task of cleansing Camelot rested on their shoulders - and another piece of her joy shattered.
The final strike hit when he called for volunteers for the ultimate sacrifice. She did not want to be a Great Knight for glory - and she knew she was well below the standards for knighthood in general. She did not want to be anything - but sacrifice was what she'd been born for. She had been sacrificed away by her parents, and now she knew why. She'd been turned into a knight despite the lack of skill and pride and strength, and now she knew why. Because someone always had to be the sacrifice.
She'd been groomed for this moment.
Kneeling down, still splattered in blood and heavy with the weight of sin no longer physically represented by her beads, she laid her sickle down carefully, and then bowed down so far that her head pressed against the dirt. This was not the loyal bow of a knight; this was the sin-soaked beggings of acceptance. Her eyes were closed, but there in the darkness she could see every single face she'd come across that now were still in danger. Noemi, the sweet child who saw love where there was none. Estel, whose friendship had not faltered even after Riley had almost manipulated her into turning on a friend. And even the sour face of Shun, who she'd misread from the beginning. She knew he was a good man, despite it all.
She saw the surprise in Johan's face as he caught her in mid-air. The guilt she knew Jason would hold when next they confronted one another. And she saw Yuki's face, above all. The face of a man who deserved to live, above all men. The one who deserved happiness.
"Don't let another good soul die for this darkness." Riley murmured into the dirt, before speaking up, louder. "If what you seek is a sacrifice, Lancelot, I implore you, take mine. It would be my honor, my duty - perhaps the fulfillment of my entire life - to give up my life, so that others can live. There is little I can do right, in this world," Her head lifted, only enough to see again. "But I can do this. I know it."
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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: Sun May 17, 2015 12:23 am
Tears began to roll down Camilla's cheeks as they ran and it was taking all her concentration just to stay on her feet! She still couldn't get her balance right and both weapons were still out! Finally Camilla couldn't run any more! She gets her balance just enough to plant a foot forwards and stop which effectively would stop them both! Breathing heavily the brown haired knight finally breaks down... tears continued their flow as she leans against the wall with her head on her left arm... Balling her fist up she slams it angrily against the stone wall "Grrr.... We... We tried so hard to save him but we couldn't!" she cries out in despairing frustration "What kind of knights are we that we can't protect our leaders!?" she yells to herself more then anybody "We're supposed to be the cannon fodder to die so that the strong may live and make a difference!" she half yells half sobs before sinking to the floor and slaming her fist into the wall once, twice, then three times more until her hand hurt the pain feeling justified...
Every raw cruel thing the vision had said back in that corridor came to her all at once which caused the despair forming in her heart to continue deepening... "What good are failure knights... How can we save humanity when we can even protect our leaders..." she says finally after a long moment of sobbing her voice was shaky and soft laiden with sorrow her forehead stayed planted firmly against the wall and her face lie in shadow but one could still see the crystalline tears of a strong person broken if only for a moment...
Sorrowful silence stretched on for longer then was comfortable until finally a strong voice cuts through the air! One that was recognizable and reassuring! "Hurry! This way!" It was Lancelot! H-he hadn't yet parished! Quickly her head shoots up and whirls to look at his fleeing form the white of his garb lighting the darkness like a beacon of hope! "L-lancelot still lives..." she whispers almost disbelievingly quickly she closes her eyes to capture the memory of his white garb how it lit up the dark while her eyes were closed she did some deep self reflection... She had almost given into despair... Almost let the darkness consume her... If she had... Then she would have truely been a failure! She had to hold onto her light! To keep seeing the bright side and keep smiling because if she lost her light that would be one less bit if light to banish the darkness!
Crack!
Suddenly there was a sharp cracking sound above them which causes her eyes to snap open quickly she looks up at the large cracks forming in the ceiling with surprise and it became clear why Lancelot said to hurry! Suddenly there was determination in her eyes! Gone was the sorrow and self pity replaced by determination and a will to not give up! Swiftly she sheaths her weapons then stands up before dashing at Shayne! "C'mon Shayne!" she yells as she grabs his wrist in passing and tugs him along her legs were shaky but she ran anyway determined not to stop until they got out!
Soon both knights emerge into daylight which stings at least Camilla's eyes but she has mo time to wait for them to adjust suddenly her grip on Shayne's wrist is broken as she's unceremoniously dumped onto a pure white horse and told to hold on! Instinctively her horse senses come to the fore and she clings to the mane of the horse for all she's worth until her eyes finally adjust and her senses return to her once they did she carefully pulls herself into a more proper riding position the rest of the journal was actually fairly pleasant until the horse bucked her off! "Eep!" she squeaks as she flies through tne air! Mercifully she knew how to land without being hurt and did so to good effect! No sooner had the horse bucked her it wandered away out of sight through the mists "Wow..." was all she could say as she brushed dirt off her garb
Soon she gathers with the other knights to listen to Lancelot when the call for Knights to become Great Knights came Camilla casts her eyes down... She was not worthy and she knew it... Silently she leaves the group to go to the lake... She needed some peace to collect herself...
[ Exiting to Lake ]
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Shayne witnesses a rare and deep moment of true sorrow and despair from Camilla and when I say rare I mean rare! Lol
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2015 12:25 am
[Shun is volunteering - BLACK]
Shun was tired. He was battered. He was probably a pretty sore sight as he followed the others into the woods. Things were grim, to say in the least. The burial mounds were a testament to that much.
And then Lancelot brought the news. The great king was dead. Honestly, he wasn't surprised in the slightest, given how everything was going. The fact that Merlin was missing as well was... a little troubling, but also not that surprising. The fact that they needed replacements also wasn't a surprise. He knew that much from the fact that Lancelot had stated they were seeking three Great Knights before everything else went to s**t.
Corruption in Camelot was... an understatement. Things had spiraled far out of control. His gaze drifted to the mounds as he explained the duty of the Great Knight. Chosen at the same time, then sacrificed in the end. That didn't... sit entirely well with him. Shun closed his eyes and folded his arms over his chest. How would the sacrifice of the seven be able to fight the corruption? Would it really be able to eliminate it?
Then again...
What other options did they have right now? It might be the only shot they had left at this point. In war, in desperate times like this, they needed to use whatever resources they could get. Even if it meant their own lives. He looked around at the other knights in the area, thinking things over. He had swore an oath, yes. Right now, he really wasn't sure what good that oath did. He had made some bad decisions along the way, but... quite frankly, they all did.
In the end, he still didn't know who he really was, beyond just being a Knight. The man he was prior might as well be dead. For better, or for worse. If he were to die... it... didn't really matter all that much. He made no real ties with anyone here. Some he had allied with and gotten to know a little better, but over all? No. Judging the actions of a few of the others, the same couldn't easily be said for them. It seemed like a few had gotten rather close to one another. There would be a greater amount of grief over their loss.
He had already sacrificed who he was to become a knight. Now he was just a tool. A weapon against the darkness. He knew what he must do. He probably didn't have much of a future either way, especially if they failed. The knight figured he better try and make sure things don't screw up.
Taking in a deep breath, he slowly stepped forth. Shakily, he knelt down before Lancelot and bowed his head.
"...I offer my service. I have grown used to wielding my sacred weapon; I will not be a liability in the battle to come. I also have not made any close ties with any of the others. I have no loose ends to cut. I will do all I can to end this, once and for all. I pledge my blades. I pledge my life," he stated quietly.
"In war, victory. In death, sacrifice."
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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: 70/100
Posted: Sun May 17, 2015 12:41 am
[ Jack is volunteering: Green ]
He didn't remember much after the fall. The instinct was to rush ahead, to always keep moving regardless of how stunned he was. It was an instinct honed in the many battles he had participated in within the arena, and it served him well enough to get ahold of one of the horses and get dragged to safety.
The news Lancelot brought didn't particularly shock him: what with the rampant bad news as of late, it only seemed to make sense that their Great King had also fallen. It was perhaps a little odd that Lancelot chose to promote seven knights while he was still alive, but it wasn't for him to ask about. Now was the time for the gathered to consider their worth for the position--but Jack had never been one to question himself, however he appeared to others.
Exhausted but still sharp eyed, the giant stepped forward and shakily descended to one knee. "Sir Gawain's passing has haunted me, Sir," he said as he bowed his head. "If I am not worthy, than I am at least willing. It would be my honor to carry on in his stead and preserve, as the code of the stag pledges, our great country from the darkness. I have fought countless battles and long for nothing more than to ensure that not just the Great King's legacy will continue, but all ours as well. Death is not the end of life but the beginning of something new--in my destruction, may something better be created and flourish."
They had all given up their memories. He did not know who he used to be, but he did know that he still had the power to choose who he would become.
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My character's name: Jack Hawthorn Character's journal link:xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER [ x ] Talltalltall, sharp green eyes, blond hair, jagged scar on left side of face, somewhat stoic look Rank of character Knight (1dcool
Horses schmorses. They might have been fancy and white and ethereal looking, but Robert was hard pressed to actually let Mildred out of his arms. When her horse waited for her, it was disappointed to find that Robert had already carried her up onto his horse, and set them on their way. It would have to just find something better to do with it's wispy, unrealistic life.
He was right to stay with her, because the white horse dropped them down unceremoniously, and it meant she had something to fall on when he fell flat on his a**. He didn't mind, and there he stayed, holding her while seated in front of Lancelot and the lake. It was easier to listen, there. Easier to hear the bad news.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he must have known the Great King was already dead. It didn't come as a shock, the way it should have. It felt like someone had just informed him that the world was ending - as if he didn't know it. It was just impossible to hold out hope for the King, anymore. The news that new knights would be plucked out from their fold was frightening, but also expected. He felt the immediate emblazoned urge to throw his name down; to state all the reasons why he was the obvious choice, in Galahad's stead. He would have done it in a heartbeat, if it wasn't for the woman sitting in his arms on the floor.
He waited, though his body vibrated with anticipation, for what she would say on the matter. His hands ran through her hair in calming motions, even if he was the jittery one of the two.
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My character's name: Robert Morris Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24688713 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER The thud you are now hearing is the sound of ladies around the world swooning, and Sir Robert is not sorry. With a broad chest and muscular arms, he embodies strength and power, enough to wield his massive greatsword, [ THUNDERFURY, BLESSED BLADE OF THE WINDSEEKER ]. It's his duty to seek the greatest of glory, even if he has to save every single damsel in distress all at once with his hand tied behind his back and his eyes closed. He'll do it, you know. He totally will. Physical Description: Sir Robert is draped in glistening knightly battle gear, covered by a silk robe that looks way too expensive for actual fighting, but that's fine - he dramatically rips it off before a fight anyway. This is immediately followed by a slow motion whip of his lustrous man of gold hair, that always seems to be blowing charmingly in the wind that doesn't necessarily exist.
The horse ride had been exhilarating, to say the least. She didn't remember much beyond a lot of yelling and following the others' coattails. A lot had happened back there in the prison and the more that Chel goes on the more she feels like thee most has yet to happen. There are still greater things in this world that will unfold, and maybe some part of that scares her. Yet she's here and she's standing; that had to have counted for something.
Hearing that the great king was dead meant next to nothing to Chel (she was of the firm belief that there was always another king to serve. Certainly some part of this death parade was shocking, but she buried it under false confidence and a jocular perspective of power dynamics. Some pissant would rise up and claim inheritance of power, Chel would make her money with out without one. It was in hearing Lancelot's secondary news that she perked up enough to listen more closely. While Lancelot's speech should have been a warning, Chel's mind was wrapped around one thing:
Power.
Chel's spent her entire time as a knight desperately clawing her way up any information she can latch on to. She's been trying to solve the mystery of her memories, the knights, the past; the only conclusion she's been able to make is that without something more, she will never figure it out. To follow in Merlin's footsteps seems to click all the pieces of her puzzle together. It is the great knights who hold the secrets to this world; why shouldn't she be one too?
The idea of sacrifice makes her wary, but it is easily shirked off. Nothing says they have to sacrifice themselves, if Merlin and Lancelot were anything to go off of. She could take the knowledge and power for herself and leave the kingdom burning behind her. There's a deceit in her eyes as she watches others pledge themselves selflessly. Chel has never been anything but selfish.
She thought briefly of Chris. The only selfless thing she thinks is that maybe if she sacrifices herself, she can give him a brighter future. Even that is a personal goal, one that doesn't benefit the greater good. Hardly something worthy of crowd respect.
She says none of these things of course; obviously Lancelot isn't looking for someone who openly admits to selfishness and greed.
Her knees brush the grass and she finds herself kneeling. It's oddly cyclical; kneeling to lose her memories, kneeling to gain them back. From the ground she can see Shun, Estel, she can see Jack and Chris; she can see all the people she's surrounded herself with and she's proud. Her eyes fall on Abbi and she wavers for a moment, but opens her mouth nontheless. "I can't hold a candle to these people." That much she knows is true. "M'not good at words and m'sure there's others more worthy." There's a slight squirm in her behavior, a fidgeting. "But I fought an elder dragon. I got wings. I did everythin' you asked of me." She put a hand behind her head, tugging on the edge of her helmet. "I know that when the time comes, y'can count on me." There's a fierceness in her eyes that wasn't there before. When Chel wants something, she's willing to seize it. Her ambition is endless. "I'm willin' t'pay the price. Whatever it takes for the kingdom. Give me a purpose, meaning."
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2015 2:26 am
In no capacity did Mildred want to follow Lancelot's lead.
She did not want to follow any Great Knight. She did not want to follow any Great King. She did not even want to follow any knight at all - yet she was trapped within a surging torrent of other knights anyway, all escaping the collapsing corridors.
They could run, she thought. Find a place where they were not caught up within all of this, stuck within an Order where she knew she didn't belong. The Sidhe Queen was a consideration, but she had no certainty that they would not be caught within another tangle of loyalties, proving themselves to those who did not deserve them. She pressed her head against Robert's chest, the sound of his breathing swallowing up the sound of his heart, and organized their options.
As they rode, however, both she and her thoughts were utterly silent. All she could do was stare in awe at the sights around her, marveling at how everything looked now that she could see it. The leaves on the trees, the variations in bark, the myriad of flora underfoot. It would have seemed like magic, had she not been so aware of how lenses worked.
It left her with a sense of contentment, skin tingling with residual excitement, which only surged as she heard the news of the Great King's death. Her gasp was not noticeable among the similar responses, but its tone of delight and its matching smile would have been, had anyone paid her any mind. But the longer Lancelot spoke, the more uncomfortable she became. The smile faded, and she began to look ill, shifting anxiously. Though the soothing touch of her hair helped to offer some sense of calm, it could not dispel all of her concerns.
"Please," she quietly began, after Lancelot was finished, keeping her head bowed in an inability to look at him. "I cannot bear it. He will surely be King now, and he is a King who is asking us to sacrifice everything once more. I have already given...we have already severed our bond once, for the sake of a King's request. Now he says that we are tied - that we are part of a whole, bound to creating our own fate. And I agree. But it is no King, no Order, that made me whole. So please, tell me...do you feel the same as I?"
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My character's name: Mildred Kercher Morris 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. How fortunate that she has [ Superior Spectacles of the Gold Lion ] to fix that problem! Rank of character Knight
Posted: Sun May 17, 2015 2:53 am
[Rei volunteered - Blue.] As the Blue Knight's mind is focused on telling Lancelot the events that has transpired in time of his absence, he didn't even asked WHAT are exactly they're riding out of the corridors. It looks like horses, but somehow they aren't. Magic? Or, magical beasts?
As they traveled farther from the Castle, his left eye began to sting--no, BURN within the socket. He clawed at the eye, now shedding tears of blood, while turning his head back, looking at the remains of Camelot.
He can see an ominous shadow, shaped like a giant red butterfly's wings sprouting from the place. It was no longer safe---it's the enemy's stronghold.
After a long while of passing the Forest, the trees dwindled, and a large clearing came into view. The white horses(?) unhesitatingly bucked and flung them all off their backs, before dissipating into mist, back into the lake.
As soon as he wanted to open his lips, the Great Knight gestured silence.
Behind him was five mounds of earth. --- And now, back at the present.
Lancelot said that they must chose from them seven new Great Knights to seal the corruption from within Camelot.
Some of the knights moved forward, each with their own view of the task, own mission to fulfill, own reason to sacrifice.
And him. What will he do? There's already another knight from Blue faction already kneeling, ready for taking the task unto herself. He doesn't know her personally, but from the rumors spreading when they're still Apprentices under the same Great Knight, that she had been ROMANTICALLY involved with someone. She even said it-"For the love we all must bear together."
Was it arrogant of him to say that 'sacrificing yourself will not instantly guarantee that your lover's will be alive after the battle'? Or was it rude?
Rei was envious of her. Slightly. No, immensely.
He caused Percival's death, even if not single-handedly. He also caused many knights to die, from the same action. He can't even say that he did it to stop fighting; all he did was just for self-satisfaction. To prove himself that he's a knight suitable as one of the next Great Knights. He battled with so many shadow creatures, slain their leaders...
-but for what? Did it even benefit anyone other than him?
Protect anything. Everything. Even if it left you with nothing.
The small letters of blackened blood, far older then the still-fresh red stain seems to be written by him. The 'past' him, the one before the oath.
"Huh." He grunted, holding back tears, his hand gripping the eyepatch with so much force the brass fastener made a strange noise. So there was never any change in me after all.
Once again, he understand why the past 'him' has chosen to serve Percival. The oath of Blue Knights reflects his truest desire: his deepest wish. Protection and Sancity-to save those in need.
Will he overstep his boundary by taking the Great Knight's oath? Surely.
But if it means protecting anyone else from being a sacrifice...
...no. He should think this calmly. Let's step aside for a bit... HECK NO.
With a loud stomp, Rei stopped himself from taking another step away from the place, making all eyes focused on him.
He walked to the front, tying the still-bloodstained eyepatch back into place and knelt with his face down on front of Lancelot.
"I, Reith Oberyn, volunteered to be a Great Knight of Blue Eagle. If there be sacrifices to make, then let me be it. There's no reason to cause a future meant for two be broken by taking one away." He looked aside to the female knight kneeling beside him.
"A Knight must follow their code of conduct, A Knight must help those in need. A Knight must destroy the Darkness. Even with no Great King to serve and sacrifice for in obedience, there's still my own heart to follow. And it's telling me---" he reached to the Tainted left eye, still aching. "-to protect the seeds of that future."
Pixie Nyxie
Rei wants to protect Noemi's and Milo's future together!
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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: MAYBE 46/100
Pokerus held onto Haze tightly as she bolted after Lancelot, the appearance of the great knight filling her with hope and energy. It was time to get the heck out of this castle.
The horses threw her off for a moment, noting how they didn't seem like regular horses. Were they shadows? Standing back, she watched as a horse walked up to her, gazing at her expectantly. When she didn't move it nudged her, and she realized what it wanted. Carefully she placed the unconscious boy upon it's back, and was amazed at just how careful the horse was as it rode off with him. She then grabbed another horse, and they rode off with speed.
She kept riding as they went along a unfamiliar path, through woods she had not seen, until the reached a beautiful lake. Poke slid off her horse and walked towards Lancelot, keeping her mouth closed as she saw what laid behind him. The fallen Knights.
Nodding to Sir Lancelot, she knelt in front of the mounds to pay her respects, then stood up and listened to the Great White Knight. Her eyes went wide at what he spoke off.
She stood back, mulling over the idea. It was a hard decision, and she wasn't sure what was the right answer. Others quickly offered themselves and their lives. but was that something she should do? She had no qualms about sacrificing her life, but to be the great white knight? It was easy to run into battle when you only had to fight, but to lead everyone else? She wasn't so sure...
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My character's name: Pokerus Character's journal link: Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A girl with with shirt under a brown vest, brown gloves, dark leggings and a pair of boots. Has long brown hair and brown eyes Rank of character knight.
Posted: Sun May 17, 2015 4:31 am
[Koray is volunteering to be a Great Knight- VIOLET]
They were out. It was done...Koray took a few deep breaths and smiled...this was it. He could see their light at the end....he blinked as he openly stared at the Knight. Say what now? He blinked...thought about it. Then nodding as he sat down to reflect. There were so many things...so many people here who could live on. Steeling his nerves. He looked deeper into himself...Could he really not speak up after hearing so many of his new family do the same? Is he as heartless as all that? No...what should he do? Stand and fight obviously. But...he sighed. It had to be done.
"Sir Lancelot, I know I have yet to preform notable tasks or slayed anything worthwhile. But I'd like to prove myself a protector of my family. These are my brothers...and sisters. As were our beloved Great Knights. I'd like to offer myself as the next Great Knight of the Violet Serpent."
He gulped after realizing who the former Violet Knight was. Mordred. Well...don't that beat all.
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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 Knight. 1d8 Sacred Points obtained: 30/100
As Camillia stop and now bursting into tears; Shayne doesn't even know what to do; anything, but rubbed the once cheerful girl's back as he was trying cheer her up. It seemed like everything they did was for nothing. The failure to protect Gawian, Mogan, Mordred, Percival, and Galahad made the redheaded boy question himself as well seeing his best friend break down in tears. "Camilla, I'm sorry. I'm surely isn't a knight." He only choked up as feeling depressed a bit. Everything he did was for nothing. It was all nothing but a big goofed up to him. Nothing wasn't going right at all. At this rate everyone would be killed and taking over by the darkness that they have been fighting so long.
Then Shayne heard Lancelot's voice. There's a small hope for them that everything going to be okay. Without a word, he followed right behind Camilla. When they reach the outside, the redheaded boy jumped onto a horse that was black and white hair and began to ride it. After a while, he had stopped as Camilla got throw off of her house. Are you okay?" the redheaded boy asked as he got down off his horse. After a while, both of them have gathering with other knight as they were listening to the last great knight that was still alive. There wasn't no way that I could be a great knight even if I tried so hard to be one. He thought to himself as he lower his head a bit. After a few short seconds, he saw Camilla leaving. "Camilla?" He asked himself as he began to follow behind her. Shayne probably couldn't make a big changed on the events that were playing out. However, he could at lest try to help a best friend that was in need.
[ Exiting to Lake with Camilla maybe? ]
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My character's name:Shayne McRotten Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Shayne's look's green eyes, shaggy gingery hair which is in a pony tail, and pale skin. Rank of character Knight (1dcool
Rikku Takanashi
Is it okay that Shayne come along with Camilla? Also I get of at 10pm and off tomorrow. So it's role-play time
