1. You are in the dungeon closest to the stairs. You notice at the stairs one of the torches is missing. Inside your dungeon room is an old chair.
Oh no...
She woke up just in time to hear of their fate. Left to die? So this was how her glowing destiny ends? Her heart fell. It fell so far down it crashed and shattered. She'd sooner die of dysentery than this shame. Yes, this shame was far greater.
She tried not to cry. The dregs of her dying dignity still held strong, as she wiped a tear sternly from her cheek. She hated the Knights. Hated the King. Hated the world. Fine. She couldn't become bobility. Couldn't be ruler of a chicken army. Couldn't be a knight; not even a lowly apprentice. Fine. She'd be ruler of Cell One.
Queen of Trash.
Queen of the trash....
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My character's name: Kitty "Kiki" Peterson Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chicken Queen Rank of character Apprentice Sacred Points obtained: 10/100
Matthias slowly made his way towards the Great Hall, his head still swimming with the nightmare he had experienced. His body felt heavy and stiff as if he had been sitting there for far too long, he should have looked for a bed but then again he hadn’t expected to just collapse into a ball to sleep. There were voices; people moving around others seemed to slowly whisper to one another as if there was some sort of great secret lingering in the air. There was something he had missed, or maybe it was more or less the great shock of Morgana appearing in the treasury. No, he wasn’t going to worry about it instead he would continue on in his duties as a knight, he would not falter or fear, he would protect.
Making it to the great hall finally, Matthias clung to the back, Galahad was already there his voice speaking out to the others as three more knight followed in behind Matthias keeping their bodies close to the small entryway. As soon as Galahad finished, Matthias had only caught part of what he was saying, but by his expression, the movement of his knights it was obviously something not good. It was worse as some of the knights broke out, rebelling and attacking. Some were swiftly taken down as others proved to be a little more difficult for them. A smaller skirmish broke out near the entryway; someone had tried to run pass while another immediately went for one of the knight’s knees.
They were all meant to become prisoners, Matthias face glared, more and more he began to question the Great Knights. Were all of them except Percival twisted, corrupted, where they all like Morgana? Matthias gritted his teeth as he watched the knights by the door attempt to tackle two more men. His feet started to move, his brain still slow with the plan as he ran out the entryway. Run, he was going to run, escape, there had to be a better way to stop, to fix this and it wasn’t sitting in the dungeon.
[Exit]
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My character's name: Matthias Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Long black hair, shaved on one side, wearing blue, white clothing with grey armor. Rank of character Knight Apprentice Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 8:39 am
[ Cell 6 ]
"Yes I'm alright! Are you?" she asks loudly he had seemed fine during the clean up but she only briefly saw him from a distance and if he had tried something foolish when he was brought down here...
However he would do something foolish after he was already in the Cell "Hey! Don't do that Shayne! Someone has already tried to force their way out! Thats not going to work!" she calls out with sudden concern as she heard the audible thud clear down to her cell "We need to figure out a puzzle of some sort to get out..." she explains
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 8:43 am
CELL 2
Shun had to spend a good amount of time staring at the grid with numbers. He was at least able to recognize some numbers. It wasn't as if he had to stare at numbers all that often.
"Two of these numbers are a different color," he explained.
He furrowed his brow, staring some more.
"...Five? Fifteen? In the upper right corner and two spaces diagonally to the lower left,"
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Shun explaining the number grid a bit
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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: ??/100
There was screaming. Shrieking. Wailing. His vision was blurry when he opened his eyes. It was only after he sat up that Mmur realized the world flickered in shades of crimson. The blood on his face was not his own, but he had been the one to spill it. Things were as they should be.
They were all around him now. Knights. His brothers and sisters. No, wait. The shadows were his family; the knights the ones they were at war against. He knew this. So why did his head hurt? Why did the blood suddenly disgust him?
He wasn't killing. He wasn't invading. He was lying on the floor of a cell. Mmur turned his head and vomited, groaning as his body rejected everything: the sidhe, this life, and way too much chicken wine.
When he truly awoke, the violet knight did so in silence, the stillness shocking after his dream. He wanted water, but there was none that he could see from his spot in the corner, only a smattering of people he didn't recognize and a bright red butterfly on the wall. He knew without even going near it that the creature was Morgana's. He wanted to cry out, to tell them not to touch it, but he didn't bother. Mmur tried to memorize their features through the ache in his head, and vowed to keep his distance once they had been freed. If they were ever free again.
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10. A butterfly seems to have flown into your prison room. It rests on the side of the wall, a bright red.
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My character's name: Mmur Character's journal link:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, medium brown skin, blue eyes, skinny, 5'10", flail, helmet with an orange tree carved into it, toucan leggings, shoulder armor covered with small red gems, bright red mantle with yellow detailing, orange gauntlets, orange tabard tied around his waist, no shirt or shoes. Can't read. Rank of character Knight Faction: Violet
Micheal merely complied with Galahad. As much as he didn't want to be in lock down, he understood that they really did need a quarantine. It was for the good of the people or something like that.
But he still pouted like a big baby and sat down against the wall of the cell. Wait was that Joy?
"Joy... Joy..." he dropped the nick name once again instead using her well, mostly real name. "Come here and punch me. Free shot. I was wrong earlier."
When they came for Trisha she accepted it fully. She deserved to be punished. She followed along and sat in the dungeon. Something caught her eye but she ignored it, in favor of sitting down and crying. She had failed. It was the only thing she could think over and over.
A few sniffs left her but she didn't move.
Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 9:09 am
[Cell 6]
The room was getting more cramped, Joy noted but she refused to dwell on the unfortunate aspects of their circumstances. It seemed as if the other knights in the dungeon were trying to communicate with each other. Some seemed to have strange findings in their respective cells.
She'd squinted up at the tile but completely failed to make heads or tails of what it was supposed to do or mean. The brunette was so glad she wasn't alone because if it were up to her, she'd be stuck in this cell until it was time to be put down. The weak smile on her face brightened when she spotted Michael but quickly frowned at the offer of hitting him.
"No way, you dummy," she chided, folded her arms across her chest. "You couldn't have known about Morgan. And besides, you did what you thought was right."
To the others present, Joy could only give a grim smile, "I, uh, don't know how much help I can be in these things. I don't even know how to read..."
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My character's name:Joy Character's journal link:[x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER She has brown eyes and brown hair cut into a wavy bob. Tanned, somewhat muscular, and sporting a number of scars all over her body, Joy's rather rough appearance belies a warm and cheerful personality. Rank of character Knight Sacred Points obtained: 15/100
Lawrence did not see any reason to escape prison. He was for the most part completely content with being left there to die if that was what was going to happen. He doubted it would though as there were other industrious people railing against the inevitable in that enjoyable little way people (and he'd started to think of them as separate from him of late, some other strange entities)
"Oh you found something." he said where he sat, but did not move to help them, cold blue eyes indifferent.
Fishing out the small bottle of alcohol he'd found in the courtyard earlier, he took a sip. Alcohol was disgusting, but he was find it had some small merits in its ability to make him physically relax, even if mentally he did not require this.
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My character's name: Lawrence Weiman Character's journal link:[Event][ Non - Event ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Surprisingly short, Lawr is very very pale, with sharp angular features and cold, unfeeling blue eyes. He moves with strange, almost robotic repetition at times and on the whole gives the uncanny impression of something wearing a human skin rather than an actual human being. [Unarmoured image] Rank of character Apprentice Knight
Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 9:36 am
[ cell 2 ]
Brenley yawned. He had just woken up, but he was already tired. Or maybe 'still tired' was a more fitting assessment. He glanced at the grid, then down at the second man who had spoken.
"Yes, something. Though it might as well be nothing at all." He turned back to the black knight. "Do those numbers correspond to anything else in here?" He couldn't see anything, but he also hadn't yet looked around.
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My character's name: Brenley Character's journal link:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Reddish-blond hair, pale peach skin, blue eyes, 6'0", nzappa zap, shoulder armor studded with blue-green stones, a mantle with blue flowers carved into it, blue and black gauntlets, a sandy tabard, a coppery helmet with a spindly, leafless tree carved into it, deep brown leggings with blue gradations throughout, blue tunic, boots. Rank of character: Knight Faction: Green
"Oh what was that? There it went. Your one an only chance at a Free shot at me." Micheal gave her a grim smile.
"Really though... I'm sorry. Your gut was right and mine was wrong. I should have let you hit him. Hell I should have helped you." he sighed at chances long lost. Next time. Next time.
"I'm not even sure it is words." Micheal squinted at the then and then just shrugged. He wasn't much with puzzles or codes or anything like that. Hell he didn't even have much of a reason to read most of the time. Instead he returned back to moping. They even took his ax.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 9:55 am
[ ENTER OLLIE ]
"You don't understand!" Ollie sounded frustrated, shaking his head as he half-turned in place to look up at the knights escorting him -- hands on his hips and expression cross -- to scowl in their faces. "The king is missing, the knights know about it, we shouldn't be trapped down here."
They looked unmoved, staring impassively down at Ollie through his complaints. Maybe they already knew, or maybe they just had very good poker faces. Either way, they weren't going to just let him go, so Ollie's jaw set, telegraphing his intended disobedience before he even took a single step forward. It meant that, when he tried to run, one knight smacked him hard enough upside the head that he tumbled into unconsciousness, and the other caught him to drop him easily into a cell.
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My character's name: Oliatos AKA Ollie Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark-skinned and overly energetic, all Ollie wants to do is make himself useful to the cause, whatever cause it is that adopts him. He is kinetic, fond of physical activities and new experiences, with a boundless curiosity that gets annoying and fast. Rank of character Apprentice-Knight. Sacred Points obtained: 10/100 Word Count: 135
Olile woke up some time later, with his head throbbing and the breath frozen in his throat, with voices around him and people struggling to solve some puzzle. His stomach rumbled and turned over, which meant he sat up slowly, unhappily, eyes unfocused. It smelled back, and he was surrounded by strangers, and he had absolutely failed to escape to help find the missing King. Altogether, he felt like s**t, and he felt lost, and he felt useless.
Being faced with puzzles didn't exactly make it better. He made a weak little sound, as he used the wall to stand and peer at the others in his cell. They were probably better equipped to solve the mystery than him, especially considering the fact he'd just woken from a proper concussion, with an egg swelling on the front of his forehead and his hair sloppy and matted against his head.
He tired to ask how long it had been, but the words came out garbled and fuzzy, so he snapped his mouth shut again and closed his eyes, just waiting for the world to stop swaying quite so much.
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My character's name: Oliatos AKA Ollie Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark-skinned and overly energetic, all Ollie wants to do is make himself useful to the cause, whatever cause it is that adopts him. He is kinetic, fond of physical activities and new experiences, with a boundless curiosity that gets annoying and fast. Rank of character Apprentice-Knight. Sacred Points obtained: 10/100
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 10:10 am
[ Cell 12 ]
She was sitting up fully and rubbing her shoulder when she heard some idiot openly announcing his allegiance to Morgana. Really? They couldn't think of a more subtle way for that? Honestly. There were voices all around echoing off the walls, filling her throbbing head and causing her to wince.
And then she heard her name. Na'ima immediately looked up and turned around, eyes wide. He was here. She was so relieved, so angry he was here, but so relieved to see him. He was a good man, good men didn't deserve to rot in dungeons. "Wrath.." She crawled toward him and stopped in front of him on her knees. Both hands reached out to cup his face, her hands against his cheeks. She smiled, a genuine smile of happiness, and lowered her voice to speak softly to him, "I'm so sorry I forgot you, I'll never do that again. Forgive me?" She paused, giving a chuckle. "And I apologize for being so rude to you earlier."
Na'ima allowed herself to quietly enjoy his presence for a few quiet moments until she finally lifted her head again. "So that was you I just heard, why did you do that?" Don't be an idiot, Wrath, you'll die.
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Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 10:16 am
Milo is in Room 2 - You notice there is a long gash at the base of your dungeon. It is hard to tell because it is covered in dust.
Searching along the wall was going to probably provide no help for them. Not everything could be a clue, but hearing the others shout out their finds in their cells at leaast lead to the conclusion that perhaps it was laid out in all the cells. (Really, who did this? Did they intend for them to try to escape?)
Milo glanced at the paper in Shun's hand once more and then actually had a thought, "Perhaps our grid of numbers matches up with the grid of letters if you overlay them?" Did anyone mention that?
And on a more personal matter, Milo took a step towards the bars. He didn't know where she was but he hoped closing the distance between him and the cell would help his voice carry a bit better, "Noemi, are you alright?"
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My character's name: Milo Hale Character's journal link:link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Milo is a tall young man, lean of build with short brown hair, bright green eyes and tan complexion. Always with a smile on his face and cheerful words. He likes to have at least one insanely bright blue item on his outfit. Rank of character Knight
