With absolutely no qualms about putting a very recently deceased man's glasses on her own face, Mildred cleaned the lenses on the silk of her dress and settled them on the bridge of her nose, her expression one of so much relief that it seemed she might cry - and she did, just a bit, as her eyes tried to adjust to somewhat acceptable vision, compared to the blurry smudge of shifting forms and colors that she'd become accustomed to.
Thrilled this this development, she looked over her shoulder to announce to Robert that she could see him now...until something snagged her and pulled her attention back towards Galahad's corpse. She dropped her weapon, freeing the knight she'd been attacking, just in time to (very clearly!) see the fallen Great Knight's flesh give way to a shadowy spawn.
Oh.
Her eyes brightened with fascination, and she smiled, continuing to do so even as she watched the creature split itself into a hungry maw that clamped its teeth down on her. It faltered to make way for a reflexive flinch, but returned as she leaned backwards in search of Robert, only to find that he'd already leapt into action to free her.
"Look," she laughed, its sound unstable and odd. "You have saved me! And I witnessed it with true clarity! Now we must see everything together!"
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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: Sat May 16, 2015 10:16 pm
"This way!" It is Lancelot, and he strikes down all shadows that near him. You don't hesitate, you run. There is nothing left behind.
And for those possessed with Grail hunger, you wake up and see there was no grail all along. This entire time, you had simply been grasping at your own madness.
For some, this madness would never clear.
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The young knight was going to get frantic, the grail was no where to be scene and now even more people were starting to make a commotion. What was happening? His eyes settled on a large terrifying creature that erupted from Galahad, looking like the knight, but then completely different as well. Haze only felt a twinge of fear from this scene, his mind still being drawn to greed. He would fight that creature tooth and nail if it meant he would get his 'promised' riches. Letting out a growl from deep within his throat the white haired man was about ready to go over to the shadow creature and stab his Naginata into it. But before he could do so a sharp pain throbbed in his head. Quickly covering his mouth as the poor boy would cough up more blood. The arrow was still stuck in his back, causing his movement to slow enough for Pokerus to land a light blow against him.
Fatigue was rushing over him fast, even if he still had the will to fight his body would not let him. No matter what he did to try and struggle Haze found himself being slung over the girl's shoulder. He didn't question how she could do it, he only felt his body giving in. "N-nooo... g-grail" he whispered under his breath, giving one last glance he realized that there was no Grail. What had he been seeking after all this time? The man's head pounded immensely causing him to gasp in a breath. Eyes slowly closing as blood dripped from his mouth.
My character's name: Haze Vix Character's journal link: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Stoic, Observant, Loyal. All qualities of the young knight in training. Possessing shaggy mid-length white hair with one side slicked back and cold gray eyes. Upon his torso he wears a belted black leather tunic with thick black chain mail underneath. Around his neck hangs a loosely hung scarlet scarf, while on his lower half Haze wears fitted black pants with knee high leather boots for ease of travel. Two belts wrap around his waist, holding a few very small leather satchels for necessities in travel. Rank of character Knight
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 10:52 pm
Finally getting the hint that it was going to be a better idea to leave now, Maple grabbed the chicken she had summoned and ran after where Lancelot instructed them to.
[ Maple Exits
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My character's name: Maple Ziege Character's journal link:link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A small, meek, mousy brown haired brown eyed young girl. Maple is fond of hooded garments, so she is able to quickly pull them over her head when she feels overwhelmed. Rank of character Knight
"I'm glad you can see me, Mildred." Robert huffed out, his arms wrapping around her waist just enough to cart her over his shoulder. "Because now we're going to run."
[exit PEACE OUT]
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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.
He groaned, waking up behind the throne. His head throbbed something awful, and it was as though he'd been under a haze the whole time. The grail had never been real... but his madness had been. Madness that terrifying Bradley he was capable of. It shocked him he could be so consumed by need of one object, that it could fix all his problems, that he forgot the reason he was in here in the first place.
Galahad was no more. There were hundreds and hundreds of zombies though.
Well good time as any to bolt out of there. Lancelot seemed to have returned as well, but Bradley was... hesitant to believe anything he said. Too many other Great Knights dead because of Morgana.
[ Exit ]
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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
Koray saw the pretty crystals and entranced missed everything. No joke. He really did. The youth jumped as he looked up and then took off towards Sir Lancelot and got the heck outta there...
Eyeing the zombies and shadow things as he missed their general entrance...
[LATERS ZOMBIES]
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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: 25/100
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2015 11:09 am
As always, Julian's calm faded in the face of real danger. When Galahad split open and the shadow creature erupted from his skin instead, other leapt in to attack, to defend, to rescue, but Julian --
Julian went in the other direction.
He bit down on a noise that was undignified and unmasculine both as he scrambled three steps away, to put Zeke between him and the monster: heart hammering and head spinning a bit, unsure what to do with himself. The weapon still hung from his hand, limp and useless, his other fingers bunched against the cloth at his chest. Julian had his talents, but at his core, he wasn't much of a knight.
"s**t." By the time he recovered, the monster had been driven back and, after a pause, a breath, Lancelot was there: ordering them all harshly down the corridor. Julian ran with the rest of them.
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My character's name: Julian "Ever" Ambrodiel Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slim, slight, tall, gawky and awkward, with a sloppy shock of pale hair, he is not an intimidating figure and perhaps a strange choice for a Knight. His preference would have been something more scholarly, somewhere he could keep his head down and bite a tongue that has a tendency to get him in trouble, especially with his betters. Rank of character Knight. Sacred Points obtained: 15/100 Word Count: 600
By now Ezekiel pretty much expected everything to go wrong. Galahad was acting strangely, so of course some dark monster spilled out of him. Not that expectation could really prepare him for the actuality of it. It was still horrible, still frightening in a way that turned the man's stomach and widened his eye. An instant of hesitation, broken at the sound from the man beside him before her was backing up to place himself at Ezekiel's back.
That snapped him out of the fear. An awful reminder of the vision in the mirror, yes, but also purpose. The large knife came up, swiping through the dimness to drive a clawed hand back and away from them, then Lancelot arrived on the scene.
They ran, escaping the shadows and the corridor, and Ezekiel ran with them, tried to keep Julian in view, but lost him in the crowd.
He'd have to find him again later. Assuming, of course, that something didn't kill one or both of them first. An ironic thought that might have been funny if it weren't so uncomfortably true at this point.
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My character's name: Ezekiel Young Character's journal link:[o] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Ezekiel is the strong quiet type. He is not terribly outgoing, though he is amicable enough in social settings, albeit it witty and ironic. He is practical and analytical, meaning he is unlikely to act recklessly or take risks that do not benefit him in some significant way. On those occasions he gets someone he does show loyalty and will even work to keep them safe up to a certain point, though he is a selfish individual. On the battle field he is calculating and cold. Physically he's tall and well muscled from various tasks and labors. He has dark, auburn hair and tanned skin. One eye is green, the other, a milky white, has a scar running through it that stretches from jaw to temple. Rank of character Knight Sacred points 5/100
