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[ Enter Nergui ]

There was a crazed, elated sort of light in golden eyes as she found her way to the treasure room, lured as much by the sounds of conflict as she is by the orders delivered from the knights. Their words had seemed to wash over her, through her. Lingering long enough for a measure of comprehension before drifting away to nothing.

She is a product of their making. A broken thing, a shell of a woman, that had been given a sword and ordered to attack. The shadows, her fellows, even the Great Knights themselves.

Chaotic, it was hard to focus, hard to which of the battling, armor clad men to follow. She watched, for a time, pale eyes following the arch and clash of their weapons. Memorized, until something breaks the spell.

The gate and the mirror, one adsorbing the other until nothing of it remained. Only the heavy weigh of anticipation hanging in the air like a promise. of what, she isn't sure. There is no way to predict the consequences of that course of action until they were upon them, and already it is too late to prevent them.

Did they want to prevent them?

Dark fingers wrapped tighter on the hilt of her sword, nails biting into the worn leather as she pulls her gaze from the gate itself and out into the room. A flash of movement, a glimpse of dark skin and darker hair darting out of the room.

Lips pursing, Nergui took off after the small figure, following the end of a scarf around a corner and out of sight. They're only briefly met, barely in passing, but it had resonated with her, left a lasting impression that caused her to follow him now.

She also where where he was heading, and she needed to stop him.

[ Exit Nergui ]

[ enter ]

Having taken it upon himself to stay to the rear of the pack of apprentices leaving the destroyed drawbridge, Mmur was very lost once he finally arrived in the golden room. Weapons flashed and blood flowed, but it wasn't any one knight that caught his attention.

It was the mirror.

Mmur strode forward, flail at the ready even thought he felt no impulse to strike the artifact. Curiosity had taken hold. He might not have remotely understood what he was standing in front of, but the apprentice hopped into the blackened crack anyway, for better or worse.

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[ Milo entering ]

It had seemed a great deal simpler when they were simply defending the castle from the shadows minions. Which they had done their part with destroying the draw bridge with Percival (and all those chickens) and Milo didn't think twice when he followed the great knight to their new destination. Even with the hushed voices and the odd views they encountered along the way - a gigantic snake for one, along with a mirror that seemed to be of great discussion between a few of their leaders.

But it skewed greatly from what had been their duties when the discussion turned to arguments between the three and complications started to arise. A new possible enemy was named and hard choices to follow. That mirror and the gate seemed to be the means to an end, each one of them argued. Each point a little bit valid in his mind. If it could stop what might be coming, they it would be a wise decision but using it might have its consequences. And letting it be seemed also ideal, they had too much to worry about already to add in another front against them.

Milo watched, his weapon at ease by his side as things erupted further and his fellow knight-apprentices (some even full knights now) turned to fighting amongst themselves. Their own minds made up as they pushed to move the mirror, allowing it to be swallowed up by the lush mounds of treasure and sent below them with a thundering quake. (This was about the only time that Milo did move, to steady himself and move from the epicenter of the ordeal).

Things got more heated all around him, his should-be-comrades took up arms against their should-be-leaders, striking them down blow after blow while a few tried so hard to defend them. Who did he side with, he wondered. It took much too much time to decide where he stood, and he idles for far too long. Milo finally made a decision and made to move.

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[ Thackery Entering ]

Far too late to be of any relevance or actual use to much of anything, Thackery came staggering and stumbling into the treasure chambers, clutching his chest as though he had been injured himself. And truly, he had - his beautiful, perfect Mordred, harmed in his absence! He should have been there with him! He should have saved him from these wounds!

All of these dramatic thoughts were not spoken, but were reflected by each greatly exaggerated step he took. This continued on, as though he were playing a part in a theatrical tragedy, until he fell forward and landed face down near one edge of the sinking mirror.

"My Priiiiinceeee," he wailed into one scattered pile of gold, clutching the ground (or more gold, really) within his tortured fists. "Injured and all alooooone."

He may very well have been in the company of plenty of attendants who could certainly have been tending to anything of any concern, but Thackery didn't know that for sure. Largely because no one would allow a small violet knight-apprentice, who was uncontrollably sobbing over the terrible pain that the Great Knight may or may not have even been in, to actually follow Mordred anywhere of any importance.

Having spent some time grieving the loss of Mordred's blood, or the safety of his flawless visage, or something similarly negligible in importance to anyone but him (and perhaps Mordred), Thackery eventually grew a bit bored with his theatrics.

Though he continued to whine and wail and cry out, much like an attention-seeking toddler who was visibly in fine condition, he had begun to lazily play dress-up with any wearable treasures he could get his hands on, hoping that it might distract him from the terrible pain of heartbreak, which he was only experiencing because Mordred was not immediately visible to him.

The chaos was unreal. Drona's shoulders slumped as she watched everyone turn on each other. The Great Knights, even, accusing each other and becoming agitated messes. The death of her Knight.

Her heart constricted, worried for the fate of Camelot and the rest of the knights if this continued. But there was nothing she could do, not alone.

She looked to the knights around her and tried not to panic, though. She barely knew who she was fighting with. She knew some of them could fight, but she didn't even know most of their names. How was she supposed to trust her fellow knights when she couldn't even pick them out of a crowd? She felt like she was alone here. They weren't working as a team. They were working of panic and fear and assumptions.

Her heart ached for her fallen Great Knight and the guidance he could have brought. But perhaps he'd really been corrupted as well. Perhaps they were all being corrupted, in their own ways. She had no way of telling.

She gripped her glaive tightly and cast those thoughts away. She'd been right the first time. She couldn't do this alone, and she wouldn't get anywhere if she wasn't trusting the knights around her. They'd have to work together.

[ enter qui ]

He'd missed... nearly everything. After having been given his title, the sullen youth was on his way to explore his new surroundings, but.... somehow time slipped away from him. He'd gotten preoccupied, and disconnected from the rest of his new party members. Wandering about aimlessly for what seemed forever, Qui only had been able to see brief split moments of the various places that the three Great Knights had went off to with the dedicated apprentices that'd volunteered to assist.

But he'd been too late... the damage had been done, and all was awry. Bodies everywhere, distraught, and horror seen on various faces he passed by. His own glazed, golden eyes were sharp, staring at every inch of the catastrophe he came across. What a nightmare... But a large group was on the move, caught in the corner of his eye, to which he followed after.

They were lead by one of the three leaders, and escorted to the impressive treasure room. It was... magnificent. But Qui wasn't a man for the flashy and impressive, anymore. When the three leaders and their groups of followers finally united, there was an unsettled air between the three, that made Qui a bit uneasy. And then.. the fighting broke out. It was startling, and unexpected, to be sure. Surprised, he tried to join in and assist in anyway, trying to break up the lords that were fighting pointlessly. There was no time for this nonsense. Getting irritated, he didn't even notice that there were already others tampering with the two pieces of conflict... but those that had started to go after the mirror and gate had caused... something, to happen. What it was, exactly, he had no idea... but the floor was sinking, the walls a bright sheen like the mirror itself, and the gate covered.. before dipping down.


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