Abigail was in her own world as she stared up to the ceiling above, all the while twisting her fingers around the other hands pointer finger. She wanted to change her stripes, she wanted to be more then just a farmers daughter. A knight ship was her ticket but was this really what she wanted? Her little brother, mother....and yeah, even her dad, she'd have to forget them all. Was that really fair?
She was so lost in thought over what to do, that someone from behind her had to cough loudly and when that failed, nudged her forward. Eyes wide she stumbled her left foot forward. She didn't look back to see who did that, she was too embarrassed. She moved her right leg now, it felt heavy with the weight of the decision she had made. She'd do it, she'd take the pledge. She had to be a knight, it was the only thing left for her.
She knelt before the box and spoke in a calm unwavering voice.
"I pledge my service to the Great King and the Great Knights. I will uphold the Knight's Code and protect this kingdom against the darkness."
NO! No no no no NO! Not again! The fear swelled up inside her and made her feel as though she'd be physically sick. The memory of smoke was thick, it stung at her eyes.
She had only said good bye to them an hour or so ago, she turned at the top of the hill to see the farmer one last time but what she saw filled her with horror and dread. What she saw was shadows, moving east to west and in their path was her farmer. Rage, terror, and panic made her legs fly twice as fast but not fast enough. She bound over the last hill, still 5 minutes away but it was too late as the shadows had already left the farm, making their way west again, as if they never stopped.
She couldn't get near the house as the flames where too bright and hot as they shot out of every window, doorway and hole. She screamed for her family all the same. The it hit her...the barn! Her little brother should be with the cows right about now! She dashed over there, legs burning from use, hoping against hope that he'd be hidden, safe, like when they used to play hide'n go seek. She ran into the barn and her strength wavered. The smell of blood was so strong in the air she could taste the iron. She didn't look into the stalls directly, her peripheral could see enough of the mutilated beasts to know how bad it was.
She walked over to his hiding spot, it was the only one he ever used. Slowly she crept up to the hay loft and knew right away what she'd find among the blood. What last bit of hope she had left her as did all feeling, as she stood over the lifeless broken shell that used to be her brother. She collapsed beside him and pulled his limp body into her arms. Her screams were inhuman and heart wrenching.....She held him for hours till she was found
Slowly she stood, she felt light. Abby looked around for the exit and left through it with a smile on her face.
My character's name: Abigail MacDogel Character's journal link:BOOM! BABY! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Abby is about 5'6, with short brown hair that she likes to keep in a french braid. greeny blue eyes and just about always smiling. Rank of character Apprentice-knights.
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 6:44 pm
His family has always profited from wars and had made a name for themselves for filling the saddles or nobles and warriors alike. From a small family of riders over the sea, they came and breed only the best beasts and helped kill the opposition. He was born beside a horse and grew up the same. When the wars rose in number, their family couldn't breed enough to keep with demand and they were collecting from it. For those who wanted to run or fight, they knew their chances were better with a good steed underneath them to lead the way.
But even they needed a stable and no herd could keep running. The mothers became too stressed, the fields remained barren as the farmers left to defend their homes. There were no oats and there were less colts and fillies each year.
The stallions were preserved and guarded, set out to stud, but even then his family started to take their prized beautifies out to the field. He had remained tending to his families' heritance, held under the noble family he worked for and the few remaining horses that were bought and also protected there. He waited for word of what to do and in the meantime fought off those who wished to steal from the grounds with the rest of the help.
But after the letters came that even the owners were passing on ownership in fear as more and more territories were abandoned to the shadows, Calder was left wondering of his own future. It came that ever man was left to decide where he wanted to die and how, and he spent many nights sitting in the stables, too scared to even light a lamp.
Then the castle was taken and he grabbed as many horses he could and set the other free, hoping that they had more sense than their riders. Hoping that they could find some place to live on their own.
He rode down roads and past beggars calling for mercy he couldn’t provide, and among the caravans and travelers, made his way to Camelot. It was here he slipped off of Ripple, his prized mare, and walked over to make his pledge.
As he tied her to her post, he walked the line before pausing and looking over at two horses he had brushed many years ago and his heart fluttered with life at the memory. Not all were dead and the fact they were here only cemented the idea he was doing what was right and just. As for his family - The dead had no memory of him now, and he would be that way without training and protection. Ripple and him deserved to die as fit for their bloodline. He made his way over and knelt down, taking a breath and issuing out his pledge. "I pledge my service to the Great King and the Great Knights. I will uphold the Knight's Code and protect this kingdom against the darkness."
The memories taken were of warm fields of tall grass and wet muzzles. Sweaty flanks and the soft small of his mother's back. The broad solders of his father trimming off hooves and the family flag overlooking the small harbor of his home as he rode on the wagon leaving him inland to work with a noble family. It was time spent falling into the mud while kids taunted horse-f***** before he took on a wooden sword with them. It was time watching the laundry girls washing in the stream and not looking away even though he did quickly. The giggling that gurgled down into screaming and washing off into the sea of what had become another life. It bled into each other, the sound of hoof beats on soft fields of spring corn to the pounding on cobblestone as he watched his Uncle leave for good with his cousins.
It was a long parade of goodbyes and banner men.
And then it was all gone.
He rose up when he noticed it was quiet and he was looking at a box, and as he was moved aside, he stood up and looked at himself, lost in a soft daze before he looked at the horse sigil on his breast. Horse.
He moved to the horses, looking them down one by one.
It was all he had to go by now.
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My character's name: Calder Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER With black hair tied back and braided tight, Calder stands tall with thick muscle from years of heavy labor. Tan from the sun with teal eyes, he has rather feminine features despite his build. His clothes are heavenly worn and patched up. Rank of character Apprentice-Knight
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 6:49 pm
[Eva]
Eva was relieved. Well, relieved was probably not the exact word for it. After all, she did spend the last few weeks fleeing, and was so worn down to the point where she thought she might just collapse at any moment. She had had trouble sleeping too, so even though she was in the confines of the last standing stronghold, she could not rest. It seemed like, no, it was a nightmare, and her thoughts were still hazy at best. The never-ending flashes of horror that leapt out of her semi-awake consciousness were dulled by the smooth waves of exhaustion. She could not rest yet, but in the short term, she was relieved. She was promised power, power that she would not be able to attain by herself. With it, she could save--She could make a difference. She could become a knight and conquer the darkness...and, her memories would be a small price to pay for such. Sure, the trials would be daunting and she would forget, forget the smells of her mother's cooking, forget the sound of the fiddle late at night in the pub across the street, forget the sight of a sunrise on fields of wheat, the way the sun shone on the water droplets. But no matter, they were all gone now. The wheat fields burned to the ground, leaving a barren wasteland. The pub was no more. The wildfire and chaos had left only the side entrance standing. Her mother was gone.
But at this moment, Eva was relieved. She would forget all of that. She would forget the pain and loss of the dear things, the normal things. And...and, she looked at the other knight-to-bes standing behind her in the line. They would not remember the sound of her voice. It was selfish really, to worry about how others were thinking of her at this point. There was nothing left, and a task to be done or else everything will be lost. She should not be relieved because of such a little thing, but her mind was broken. She could not piece one thought with the next. Exhaustion was winning, and she let herself feel the relief. She would forget.
She moved forward in the line. Her body felt like lead, and she dragged it along as she moved up the line again. She wanted it to stop. All of it. She wanted to fight, but first, rest and forget. Did she even want to be a knight? No...this was the only way left for her. It was only way for her to fight. She had nothing left.
Eva knelt before the massive box that was supposed to take her memories away. She bowed her head with respect and said, quietly still, hoping in her despicably selfish way that no one would remember, "I pledge my thervice to the Gweat King and the Gweat Knightsth. I will uphold the Knight'sth Code and pwotect this kingdom againtht the darknesth."
Fire and blood clouded her version and there was the feeling of suffocation. Smoke was gathering in her lungs. She was spinning around, trying to find a way to get out. The door was ablaze. She tried to avert her eyes away from the body lying by it. No...no...no...NO. She was stumbling through the house now, trying to get to the back entrance. Smoke. She needed to get out, to flee. There was darkness outside.
There, there was the exit. And...no...there was a shadow. Eva backed away. Her lungs were burning now. She couldn't stay. She had to run. She dashed at the figure in the door, and felt a white hot flash as something sliced at her shoulder, but she ran. Her scream mingled with the others. She had to run. Blood, blood and fire and shadows everywhere. She had to run.
Eva got up shakily. She felt exhausted, but didn't know why. She also felt light; she was a knight after all, she had a duty to accomplish. She left with a peaceful smile on her face, ready to rest awhile before her next adventure.
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My character's name: Eva Character's journal link:[x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short and skinny. Doesn't charge straight into a fight. Has trouble saying no, and really self-conscious. Does not talk much because shy of her lisp. Instead, tends to use lots of hand motions and "meaningful"glances whatever that means. Gets mad and frustrated if someone doesn't understand her. Hardworking. Rank of character Knight Apprentice
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 6:50 pm
[ Slaughter - Enter ]
It was now his turn to approach the box. He glanced around uncertainly. Not for a fear of losing his memories, but the concern that that was not all this box planned to take from him. He did not have much to lose, no family, no friends, no lover of his own. Losing his memories was a drop in the ocean compared to what he had already lost... if anything, it brought him hope. A new start with a brighter future that was powered by a sacrifice that couldn't hurt him, not really.
He drew a slow steadying breath and knelt down, "I pledge my service to the Great King and the Great Knights. I will uphold the Knight's Code and protect this kingdom against the darkness."
Screams, hollow and endless surrounded him. Screams of agony, of loss, one by one they howled through the air only to be silenced by weakened lungs that finally ceased to function. Disease and pestilence filled the streets, dead bodies piling up in no time at all. The stench of decay overwhelming and suffocating. No one left to move the carcasses left littering the streets. Nothing sacred was left. Hunger for fear of spreading disease brought about its own losses. The question never if... but always when... but somehow the when had managed to miss him. Why him? He had no offspring, no wife, nothing... there was no reason. A reason for what?
And like that, the memories faded, like some distant nightmare, taking with it a heavy weight from his shoulders.
He felt... at peace? Smiling just a bit before peering around among the other persons present, "Hi. I'm Slaughter." He introduced to anyone who would listen.
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My character's name: Slaughter Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short, sandy brown hair, one brown eye and one blue eye, and slim Rank of character apprentice-knight
Merope dug his fingernails into his arms, keeping them crossed as the bodies pressed around him. There were so many people around him, so many bodies pressed closely that they likely wouldn't notice if he helped himself to an unwatched pouch or two.
But no; he was supposed to be honorable. He was supposed to uphold justice and law and countless other words that wove together to form some sort of code that they all agreed to abide by. It was either abide by them or swing from the gallows, after all. There wasn't any room for rogue waves such as himself in these times.
It was time. He forced himself to kneel, to say the words that would keep his hands attached to his wrists and his head on his neck: "I pledge my service to the Great King and the Great Knights. I will uphold the Knight's Code and protect this kingdom against the darkness."
He could still hear the screams over the splintering-snap the deck made as the shadows broke the ship's deck. He could still see their faces as he closed his eyes, the multitude of people with eyes burning bright with hope. The hull of their ship was filled to the brim with people nearly stacked on top of each other, desperate to escape the shadows that covered the land.
He felt something pick him up and throw him overboard. The water hit him, submerging him and dragging him down into the dark depths as the shadows and tide carried the ship further and futher out before pulling it down into the dark abyss.
Merope rose, gliding from a forced kneel into a stance more suited to a rolling deck than stable land. He shook his head as the last droplets of memory ran down, his hand swiping across his cheek quickly before he turn and took his place elsewhere.
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My character's name: Merope Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Merope is the type that would cause anyone to double-take, or to mistake him for a squire. While not tall he is rather thin and shifty, constantly fidgeting and clenching his hands as if he is mindful of where they are at all times. He openly wears a long parrying dagger on each hip, and honestly looks like he would be more at home on the streets or at sea rather than as a knight in a court. Rank of character Apprentice-Knight, 1d4 Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 6:59 pm
He watched as others approached the box before him, one by one stepping up to meet their destiny. It was to be his as well, that much he knew, but... No, there were no 'buts' in this equation. This was the essence of what was; sacrifice for the greater good least the kingdom fall.
That was not an option. Failure was not an option. Nothing short of fulfilling his pledge was an option.
Arland was trembling as he took a knee before the box, extending his hand towards it to recite his pledge.
"I pledge my service to the Great King and the Great Knights. I will uphold the Knight's Code and protect this kingdom against the darkness."
What would he do if this didn't work? How would he fight if he forgot everything that he was fighting for? What about his weapon...
Wait... Wait... The memory swirled around him and for the longest time he couldn't tell if it was all in his mind or if he was there again. Screams. The screams. Terror, fire, the creaking of wood right before a roof collapsed...His hands came up to cover his ears as though that might drown out the sound, dropping to cover his mouth as though that would keep him from breathing in the soot, the smoke... The blood.
He could taste it; the odd metallic tang on his tongue mixed with the gagging stench of rot and death. Dead. There were so many dead. So many...
Just as he had that thought it was gone and upon opening his eyes he felt light; relieved. He straightened out as he rose from his knee, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly. New. Light, fresh and new, as if any burden he had been bearing was gone. "Time to move on, then, right? Right." He nodded before stepping aside so that the knight following him could be remade in her vows as well.
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My character's name: Arland Character's journal link:ooo BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Dark brown hair pulled into a simple ponytail with leather twin. Tall and a little on the thin side, with a warm smile and soulful eyes. Rank of character knight-apprentice
My character's name: Aldara Character's journal link:xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Rank of character knight-apprentice
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 7:18 pm
Emily was getting impatient, she tapped her foot on the floor as she waited in line. She didn't need to think about this at all. Like what was there to think about!? Be a knight and get into a better life, leave the hell hole you came from behind, really it was simple. So what was taking so long?
After what felt like ages it was Emily's turn.She knelt before the box like all others before her had and spoke the words.
"I pledge my service to the Great King and the Great Knights. I will uphold the Knight's Code and protect this kingdom against the darkness."
What was that tingle she felt?
Emily went cold, fear gripped her.
She looked around herself, bodies, bodies everywhere. She held a stick in the hand but what was that going to do against all this evil!? There were too many of them and the death toll just kept on growing, the village was lost. Emily noticed that she was the last one left alive in this area...she could hear the them coming back. Quickly she hid under a pile of bodies and held her breath.
They passed her by, she's live to fight another day but the fear and shame still griped her.
Emily took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She smiled and almost floated out of the exit.
My character's name: Emily Character's journal link:BAM! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER She is pale skinned, with almost white blond hair that stopped just above her shoulder. She had violet eyes and dressed in a dark gray tunic with pants and wore a pale gray/purpley scarf around her neck that she could pull up and over her head to use it as a hood. Rank of character apprentice-knights. Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 7:44 pm
As she approached the box before her it glowed. Meixiang could have sworn there was the sound of a faint buzzing in the air but she was unsure if those around here could even hear it. Was it only here that was aware of this noise?
The box, admittedly, frightened her. Its magic was powerful. And magic was something she had learned to fear. With good reason of course. But now it was her turn. Her turn to pledge herself to the king and knights. This was what she had wanted. What she needed. There was no place for her but here it was her calling.
She sucked in a breath as she stepped forward. The words she had practiced to almost perfection but now they seemed to leave her. She stuttered for a second before they finally came back to her. And with great gusto she spoke the words pledging herself to the service. To the knights code and all she had promised to protect.
It was in that instant that memories came flooding back. The screams. The smell of ash and dust in the air as Horsemen flooded her home town. Meixiang felt powerless to do anything to stop them. Having become separated from her from her family she spent a horrific night huddled behind a piece of wood in front of a pile of boxes. The piece of wood her only protection as she covered her mouth to keep from screaming in fear. Her hands gripping tighter when a body fell in front of her hiding spot. She could see it's owners face through the cracks. Dead eyes that peered at her.
Meixiang spent the night in a staring contact with the corpse.
Once day broke the sounds of screams subsided. It was only when the sound of foot steps stopped coming near that she dared venture slowly out of her hiding place. Dust and smoke from the fires that still burned filled the air.
Slowly the memories began to leave her. Meixiang clutched her chest as she fell to her knees on the floor. A single tear rolling down her cheek as she found herself surrounded by familiar faces once again. Soon the pain in her heart was gone and she wiped the tear on her cheek away with surprise in her eyes.
Why was she crying?
She looked at the small wetness on her hand with curiosity. Meixiang couldn't remember and perhaps that was for the best. For a second she had to remind herself not to scratch at the wall in her mind. It was there for a reason and if she made even the tiniest of holes in it she was sure it would ruin her. Send her spiraling in to madness. And so she stopped. Taking a deep breath she pulled herself back from it and let it be.
Slowly she climbed to her feet, dusting off her expensive clothes and armor. Even though the floors were cleaned quite frequently it was more habit than actual dirt on her clothes that caused her to do it. Her clothes to be honest were the last little thread that she had to hang on to her past life of luxury and lavishness.
Shoot, just because she was a knight-apprentice didn't mean she had to look shabby and boring. Tucking her hands into her long billowy sleeves, Meixiang bowed to the knights around her. A light smile on her lips as she had now taken her pledge. Now she had a new home.
Home. This was her new home. The thought of her old home though still brought her great sadness. Even if her family was still alive, there was nothing for her there. Nothing but to fade away into the background. At least here she had purpose.
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My character's name: Meixiang Character's journal link:[x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'0 with short white hair, brown eyes. Clothing generally consists of expensive fabrics with colorful patterns in a theme of blue and gold. Rank of character Apprentice-knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 7:46 pm
This whole ceremony seemed like a complete farse. Momo wasn't all that impressed. And not all that happy to be out of bed at this time of day. Why couldn't it be a night time thing? Why so early?
She had to stifle a yawn. Turning her head into her furred collar to hide her face from the others in the room. The pressure in her ears from the stifled yawn was slightly annoying but it too soon would pass. Momo rubbed her left eye with the heel of her palm.
Finally she was being shuffled forward. Kneeling in front of the foreboding box, she recited the words the best she could. Half mumbling through them honestly. Hopefully no one would notice that she really didn't take the time to memories them.
As she spoke the last word a vision came to her. An overwhelming feeling as the sight of burning buildings and bodies laying in the streets appeared. A feeling of rage and mild sadness washed over her as she stared at the bodies of her friends at her feet. Her hand clenched a piece of wood as her body began to shake.
They were weak. They had all died because they were weak. 'I am strong, they were weak. I am strong, they were weak. I AM STRONG, THEY WERE WEAK!' The words repeated themselves over and over in her head as a tall shadow cast itself over her. Momo's eyes burned with fire as she lunged at the figure....
And then suddenly it was all gone. The face of a surprised knight was now in her view as a couple others had caught her. Stopping her from reaching the knight and doing whatever it was that she would have done to that figure in her vision.
Momo blinked violet eyes as she couldn't remember what had happened. It was an awkward situation to be sure. And she shrugged the two other knights off of her. Straightening her clothes with a slight huff.
Whatever had happened she had no recollection of it.
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My character's name: Momo Hayashi Character's journal link:[x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Average height, curvy girl with short blue hair shaved underneath. Outfit tends to consist of pieces thrown together here and there. Rank of character Apprentice-knight
He was numb inside, had been for some time now, but stepping into the presence of the Great King restored some of Ahm's ability to feel. Awestruck but unfailingly polite as he had been reared to be, he knelt before the Great King and accepted the chance offered to him. It required no thought at all - he would either succeed following the Great Knight's path...or he would go mad. Even without the weight of a sacred weapon tearing at what was left of him, Ahm would surely go mad. He'd lost everyone...
Ahm straightened his shoulders and got in line. His code he knew, it beat within where his heart once had been, filling that empty space with a long howl and the promise of his skills being put to purpose. That he would not remember, after, was no matter. He would carry out his mission regardless and whether he could recall his family and friends, their spirits would be lain to gentle rest.
When his turn to kneel came about, the last of the deVarrs went down, burdened with the weight of his purpose. "I pledge my service to the Great King and the Great Knights. I will uphold the Knight's Code and protect this kingdom against the darkness." And within his own mind, I will follow your steps, Great Knight Morgan, swift and stong and sure. I will not fail. I will avenge my family and home and bring honor to the memory of the life I once had.
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Fireflies. At first it looks like fireflies flickering in the low light of a moon half-obscured by clouds.
Bleary eyed, Ahm wonders why in the name of all that's Right would there be fireflies out and about in the middle of the night. The only come in the early gloaming! And then his mind shakes off the last cobwebs of sleep, he wakes fully and finally, ears ringing with the roaring-crackling sound of fire and the strange, horrific ululations of agony.
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Dressed hurridly, weapon in hand, Ahm makes his way through the smoking-seething-burning hell-maze that has become his ancestral home. Outside the broken windows he can see the near-by village in flames, the bits of burning ash still looking like nothing so much as fireflies if he lifts his gaze slightly. It makes him sick to his stomach - he would stop, curl in a corner and cry or vomit, perhaps - but he has a Duty to perform. He and his family have protected these lands and this town for generations, no doubt his father is already engaging the devils that caused this chaos.
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Hours later, soot stained and heavy hearted, Ahm sits astride a stoick destrier with saddlebags holding the meager remains of his life, his home. Around his shoulders lay his father's heavy cloak, still stained with blood and heavy with smoke; a weight that held him together as he took one last look at his ancestral home'ssmoking ruins before sharply reigning his steed onwards.
Above, stars glittered like thousands of celestial fireflies, but Ahm did not notice.
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He was shuddering, hands shaking badly, as he rose from his kneel. Why was he shuddering? As Ahm straightened fully his shoulders lightened, the burden of remembering taken.
Ahm forgot.
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My character's name: Ahm deVarr Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall, pale and dressed sort of like a dandy, sort of like his valet should be fired. Wears a large, patched up cloak that still smells like smoke... Rank of character Apprentice-knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 8:14 pm
Cadence was a bit nervous as she stood in line waiting along with all the other apprentices to take the oath and officially pledge herself to the king. The people around her where talking murmuring, whispering amongst themselves. It sent a pang of loneliness through the teen as she waited. It wasn’t until just now that she had heard about the fact that they would have to sacrifice their memories. She wondered if anyone would end up backing out at the last moment, it would be interesting to see. Of course she probably wouldn’t remember it if she did. She wondered if the older knights even remembered taking the pledge. If she forgot everything how could she be certain she would still be herself? More importantly it would mean losing the only things she had left of her family.
Still she had come this far, it wouldn’t do to back out now and she had joined the Violet knights. Fluidity and hope that was the violet knights’ code, she just had to adapt herself to the situation. Becoming a knight was important, probably the most important thing she had done so far. If there was a chance to stop the darkness form Taking a deep breath the teen calmed herself as she continued to wait.
Finally it was her turn to take the oath to serve the king and she stood in front of the massive box. The strange feeling of magic and power radiating from it was an odd sensation to the teen. The nerves she had just barely crushed before seemed to come back as she knelt before the powerful object.
I, Cadence Tsukino, pledge my service to the Great King and the Great Knights. I will uphold the Knight's Code and protect this kingdom against the darkness. as the words tumbled from her lips she felt a chill sweep over her and then suddenly she was hit by a rush of memories.
The memories were painful ones, of blood and destruction. It was dark, just after sun set and Cadence was running. A trip to the market had ended in disaster when shadowlings suddenly appeared and started to attack. The nearly formless creatures had the advantage in the dark. The sounds of chaos and screaming filled the air as she tried to find a safe path to escape the monsters. Her lungs ached and she gasped for breath as she kept running her mind was filled with a flurry of pinked thoughts how could they fight against those things or hope to escape when they could barely see them?
She stood up feeling strong and as if she was free of some great burden she could no longer remember. Had there been something holding her back before, was that the reason her face was stained with tears. Whatever the reason was it was over now, she was different than she had been before she taken the oath. She was still Cadence Tsukino, but now she was officially an apprentice knight. She had no past, no family, only a future.
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My character's name: Cadence Tsukino Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER She is tall with long black hair that is kept up in a loose side ponytail. Her armor is mainly purple with accents of black. Rank of character Apprentice-knights. ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
Waiting had never been his strong suit but dark times changed people. As his mother used to say: "You've been to the wars, my son. It changes you." That she hadn't been talking about 'real' wars didn't exactly mean that her words were any less profound.
But here he was, waiting to give a pledge while he could hear...noises. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled and he could feel a sense of impending doom coming over him even as he finally got his chance to take a knee and make the pledge.
"I pledge my service to the Great King and the Great Knights. I will uphold the Knight's Code and protect this kingdom against the darkness."
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Andy lept from the back of a terrified horse onto a stack of crates, scrambling up, up up for a better vantage point. The carnage spread before his widening eyes; against his back the weight of his weapon felt like a hot stone. Fire had yet to reach this small section - but it would come, devouring everything in it's way but crumbling stone and twisted bits of metal.
Bodies mangled and strewn about, it was horrible. Andy's heart clenched horribly - if he'd just been here - he would have died too. Instead he was alive, he had his weapon and his wits (frazzled as they now were).
But he didn't have his family or his friends. It broke his heart.
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Andy wept, but he forgot even while the tear tracks were drying on his cheeks. He rose and went to become part of something greater
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My character's name: Andrew "Andy" Miller Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Big and brawny, friendly looking until you see his eyes. Calloused hands - he wears plain clothing, worn and servicable. Rank of character Rank, so we know dice rolls. Apprentice-knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 9:30 pm
[Xala]
Xala had heard that you could join the fighting, the real fighting.
The tavern she had worked for had been full of juicy stories, and she listened with rapt and starry-eyed attention to the cities full of dead, the horrors, and the best part, the details! Decapitations, burnings, eviscerations. Eaten alive, boiled, torn limb-from-limb.
It had torn her up to leave, it really had. Not that she wanted to see everybody's guts and brains spilled out everywhere. That was really intimate. They were all really lucky to end up in the claws of professionals. Once the raid started, she was tempted...but she knew it would be short. One solitary burst of all the things she'd dwelled for so long on, and then... Someday it would be her turn, and she hoped they took their time, but for now-
She'd stolen a sweet little mule from the pasture, and together they'd made their way past the hum of rumors and towards a stronghold of fighters, warriors. They accepted anyone, even tavern maids, as long as they took their vows and could take up a weapon. She joined up with Gawain, because they seemed like they would get along, and when it came time for her vows, she curtsied neatly to the box.
"I pledge my service to the Great King and the Great Knights," she told it, expression sparkling. She was so looking forward to service! "I will uphold the Knight's Code and protect this kingdom against the darkness!"
For a moment, it was like something was stealing all the breath out of her lungs, and when it was over, her excitement was mellowed by bewilderment.
"Oh," she said, spinning, "Oh- I thought-" A knight. She was a knight, wasn't she? That was...that was the important thing...
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My character's name: Xala Character's journal link:here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A cheery red-haired woman with light, puffy clothes and a lot of enthusiasm. Rank of character Apprentice Knight
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 11:51 am
[ Kane O. ]
The line was too long, he thought as he stood in his place and rolled his shoulders every now and again.. Slowly, one by one, each of them were called to make their pledge. For him each step reminded him of all that he'd lost that night. Friends. Family. A home. A life he'd grown accustomed to. A life he'd gotten comfortable with after he was forced to restart at a young age. That was no easy task for anyone, particularly not for a young boy who knew nothing of poverty, but he adapted. He survived.
This situation was only different in that he'd lost so much more than before. Or maybe he just understood the gravity of his loss better now that he was older?
Kane huffed and rolled his shoulders again as he took another step forward.
It was more than likely that no one in this room had gotten out of their respective villages and homes without suffering any kind of loss; he wasn't any more special than the person in front of and behind him. He took a careful look around, observed the faces of the others in the room.
Hardened. Hollow. Numb. Broken. Regardless of their expression, they were all faces that belonged to those who had seen death first-hand. Who had experienced some kind of tremendous loss that they likely kept to themselves and carried around with them every second of every day. His own was among them, he thought, and he was just like them. Finally when he'd seen enough he took a deep breath and instead listened intently to the pledges that were being made as the line slowly dwindled.
When he was younger he found himself on the streets with only the clothes on his back and barely enough to buy himself one more meal, but even at that age he didn't allow himself to shed a single tear. Not for himself nor for those that he'd lost. No, tears did nothing for him then. They'd do nothing for him now. Just like then he knew he had to get up, dust himself off, and focus on what needed to be done.
Memories were a small price to pay in order to win this war, as far as he was concerned.
Finally he was called to the front and he walked up, eyeing the box with a level of skepticism before kneeling. "I pledge my service to the Great King and the Great Knights," he said slowly, "I will uphold the Knight's Code and protect this kingdom against the darkness."
The flames were already dying as he approached what remained of the village.
He'd been away from the village when it was taken. He watched from a distance as all manner of life in the small community was snuffed out indiscriminately. He watched the silhouettes move in the shadow of the flames as the village was devoured by fire and darkness. He fell to his knees while he watched, speechless as the screams filled the otherwise dead silent of the night.
Morning came and he walked the corpse-ridden streets, eyes empty and soulless as he went. There were bodies still alight with dying embers, while others were nothing more than charred remains. Unrecognizable. Unidentifiable.
And no one would remember them, not even him...
Kane blinked once, twice, as the pressure in his shoulders was suddenly gone, and he stood up. He gave a curious look around again and remembered why he was there, but no more than that. There was an ease about his step as he moved aside, and he looked on as the person behind him stepped forward, knelt and took their pledge.
It was a curious thing, to remember so little about how he found himself in such a place, but he let the thought pass. It was the "why" that was important, after all. This was war, and he had to prepare for what was to come. He'd made his pledge, and he'd die keeping it if that's what things boiled down to.
