It was wrong, she had watched horrified as Morgan went down at the hands of some pathetic other knight, not even in such a matter of decency like Gawain. Pushing her way through the rest of the mess she stopped standing behind the other two red knights who had fallen to their knees. She glared at the knight that had brought him down, wrapping her hands around the handle of her war hammer. There was so much rage in her to slaughter him her body shook from it, but she kept her place behind the other two daring anyone else to come close.
She couldn't respond to the question the one knight had asked, the words kept playing over and over in her head. Dead.
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The Semblance of Unity
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:00 pm
Well. That just happened.
Milo sucked in a breath as the other knight-apprentice took on Morgan's challenge - like a few of them had actually - and taken him down. He might not have agreed with what he wanted to do but, "I don't think any of what he said warranted in killing him."
Even if he wasn't human, how much of these sidhe did they know about? There were many stories when a so-called enemy would become an ally. What if this was one of those if true? But he didn't have all the information, hadn't faced the Red Knight after they had come to the treasure room to hear what he had had to say. (Maybe a good thing at that even, seeing how a few of those guys over there were acting). It sucked not having the whole story.
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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-apprentice Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:06 pm
Percival, with a tight grip on his weapon, walks over to Morgan's fallen body. He glances at Lex, his expression unreadable. And then, he kneels over, leaning to close Morgan's surprised, vacant expression the deceased knight's eyes still fixated at something--
- At the mirror they had forgotten.
There is a loud crack and then the entire room shakes again, crevices splitting deeper across the floor, treasure falling through them. From the cracks rise longer crystalline shards, a deep black, forming a ring around the center mirror-piece.
Instantly, the mirror splits in half, and the gate opens.
Darkness. And then loud screeches, wails, the sound of creatures that fed on Fear and agony. The gate did indeed contain the shadows, but there were already shadows on the other side.
The shadows pull themselves out of the abyss of the gate, malformed, not yet complete. Long mutilated arms, limbs, eyes, tens, hundreds of eyes all struggled to escape the slowly dissipating gate confines. All struggling to be complete first to join the others outside.
Percival immediately moves foward. He tries to attack the gate, but his weapon clatters harmlessly off the side, as shadows try to seize control of the handle of his weapon and pull it in as well. He backs up a few steps. "Don't get too close!" A few swings of his weapon frees his legs from the encroaching shadows, while other spindly fingers claw at his cloak.
One of the shadow arms reaches out, far far out, and slowly begins to pull Morgan's dead body into the gate. It is an almost delicate motion, cradling instead of dragging, as if it recognizes him. Slowly, bit by bit, his body descends into the darkness of the gate and is consumed entirely.
And from the gate she steps out.
At first glance, it looks like Morgan. It looked like what Morgan should have looked, and as the illusion shattered, all knights wondered how, in the first place, they could have ever seen Morgan as otherwise.
In a swift motion, she flicks her wrist, and hundreds of clawed shadows lunge towards Percival. They instantly tear him apart, blood and flesh splattering all directions. It is repulsive and crude.
She laughs and laughs and laughs at the sight. "Those who followed me, who obeyed me, you are rewarded. Continue to be loyal to me to the Queen of all Sidhe." From her arm descends several black butterflies. They flutter erratically away from her, each one selecting a different target, branding themselves as marks on the worthy and cursed.
The gate disappears along with the queen. She had gotten what she came for, the most powerful artifact that protected Camelot itself: the gate. In the aftermath, the only thing left behind were blackened crystals of where the gate had been, and Percival and Gawain's weapons, a staff and a scythe, each of them chained once again.
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Feel free to interact with the weapons. Post interactions in bold red. This is considered the "soft end" to chapter one, an update will be posted soon! Meanwhile, feel free to rp your reactions to what has happened/ discuss with others.
gaia_crown[ Morgana's Curse ]: If you were quoted below but you have the word "cursed" on your quote, then you have been CURSED by Morgana. Update your journal with the fact that you have [ Morgana's Curse ]. At any point in this event, you must post a solo to your journal to get rid of this curse. In the solo, your character must confront a darker version of themselves, made of Fear, that craves destruction and death. It is up to you if they defeat it or not, or how they confront it. When you are done with that solo, the curse fades away.
gaia_crown[ Morgana's Mark ]: If you were quoted then you can go ahead and update their journal that they have [ Morgana's Mark ]. This allows them, for any turn ONE time, to call a shadowling for help. This shadowling acts as a mini summon, you can choose a shape for it (within reason, it can be no large than 6-7 feet) and should be the shape of some sort of animal. It will protect your auto damage for 5 turns from ANY THING, including Arena, future battles, etc. You get to pick, but can only use it ONCE. These 5 turns can only be used in ONE place so pick carefully!
The Semblance of Unity
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Kostya has the mark
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Amy has the mark
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Wrath has the mark
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Riley is cursed
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Shun is cursed
Hitsuzen
Yuki is cursed
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Lex is cursed. Also for some reason for the next 48 OOC hours he has turned into a woman. I guess hell hath no fury like a woman scorned...
Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:18 pm
KOSTYA IS TOUCHING THE SCYTHE YOLO
Victory had never tasted so sweet. Despite Morgan's passing, the true winner emerged from the mirror, and he looked upon her with shining eyes.
Absolute power had never been so wretched, so gorgeous, so divine.
"You promised power," he said to Morgan, andreached out for the scythe. "I desire this, if I may."
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My character's name: ser konstantin bashmet Character's journal link:here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER
With dark brown hair and two days of stubble, Kostya is a rugged, attractive knight. Although he's not the tallest among the knights-- measuring in at only 5'7"-- his body is honed from the training he did in and around his native villages, sleek and whipcord strong. He prefers to work at range, utilizing a large crossbowshuriken as his weapon of choice.
In personality, Kostya leans towards the stoic, although a cruel streak in him leads to humor at other people's expenses. He traditionally carries around a small flagon of alcohol, acquired through whatever means necessary. He lacks true compassion, and cannot process empathy in any significant amount, leading him to take advantage of lesser folk-- by manipulation or force-- to get what he wants.
The weapon however, did not move from its place. It felt like it weighed suddenly too much at once, and even touching it instilled a strange sort of haziness. For a moment, he managed to grasp that it simply did not belong to him, and never would.
Kostya did, however, manage to get an impression from it from just contact.
It was waiting.
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:26 pm
Movement caught the corner of Shun's eyes. He turned just in time to see the mirror shattering. The creature that had been trying to get out was now free. He shook his head, slowly, backing away from the mirror and gate. That's right. They had been too late. Morgan's death did nothing to stop any of this.
When she stepped through, he just held onto his blade.
But then she was gone. And the gate as well. Only a few blackened crystals remained, along with Percival and Gawain's weapons.
"Dammit all..." he hissed before turning, glaring at those who had finished pushing the gate over to the mirror. He closed his eyes briefly, then carefully made his way to where the leftover objects were. He tried to see if there was anything odd about the crystals first and foremost.
The weapons.. someone would need to collect those probably.
However, he shot a sharp look to Kostya, narrowing his eyes.
"Traitor..."
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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 Rank of character knight Sacred Points obtained: ??/100
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:26 pm
Estel reeled back in horror, staring at the mirror. She took a step back. And then she took several steps back. And then she slipped on a piece of treasure and then fell down, because it had been that kind of a day.
She stood up again just in time to watch Percival explode.
"No...!" Estel cried out in horror, swaying on her feet. She watched as the butterflies flew out, following their paths with her eyes to see two of them land on people she recognized.
"Shun? Riley? Are you hurt?"
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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: 5/100
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:30 pm
One of the knights stirred from the stunned silence that had taken over, now splattered with blood red on top of the ichor black.
"That," Aymet stated simply and very loudly, "was not good."
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My character's name: Aymet Character's journal link:here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall, dark, dreadlocked. Black armor. You know. No wings or tail or dragon stuff but the rest of him is pretty accidentally accurate. Rank of character apprentice knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:33 pm
"Maybe," he muttered. That seemed the operative word here. "Gawain said history was repeating itself. Maybe we all had no choice but to witness."
Strangely, Jack felt numb to the horror that unfolded before them: to the shadows, the murder of Percival, the reveal of queen of the sidhe, all of it. Distantly he feels his body grow cold and a pallor of sweat on his brow at the anticipation of their soon-to-arrive deaths, and yet he's removed from it.
All he could focus on in the aftermath were the weapons for whatever reason. Robotically, he approached the chained staff and reached out to touch it.
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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-apprentice (1d4)
Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:34 pm
When one of the other knight-apprentices apologised for the remark about not attacking Great Knights, Ignatius gave a grim smile. "I'm not offended. Attacking the knights seems like a bad idea, to me, but something seems quite wrong with Morgan..."
There was more than one thing that was quite wrong with Morgan, it seemed, and when Morgan dropped his weapon and insisted that they kill him, Morgan was actually injured enough that one man stepped forward and did just that. Great Knight Morgan was killed, falling to the ground in a heap quite suddenly and helplessly. For a moment, Ignatius was stunned, and though he had helped fight against Morgan himself, it was as if he did not expect it to actually work and leave him actually dead.
Ignatius snapped out of it in time to look at Piper and catch the fact she was beginning to look quite pale for the warm shades her skin were. Glancing at everyone else in their little group, Ignatius warily moved towards the front, instinctively taking a sort of protective stance.
He was, after all, a Blue Knight following Percival, the only one of the three that was still --
The crack caught Ignatius' attention, and his head snapped up, immediately looking to the mirror. The mirror. The gate. Ignatius had known putting those two things together couldn't lead to anything good, but he had been too late to stop it from happening, not that he was entirely sure he could have done anything, anyway. Morgan had won. Even now, dead on the floor, he won. Ignatius' optimism had no chance of arguing with that.
The shadows swept into the room, and while Ignatius stayed in front of the other four, he took a step back, and then another, eyes wide. The shadowlings. They were already here. And they were taking Morgan's body, too? He was -- no, she was, of course she was, Percival had been right to think that there had been something up with her and that was not her true form, and Piper had been right to say that Morgan was quite inhuman. Why had he ever thought she was anything but the Queen of the Sidhe?
And -- Percival!
"Well," Ignatius murmured, taking another step back towards an impossible exit, while looking over his shoulder warily at the others, "that went quite badly."
All at once, Morgan, Queen of the Sidhe, had disappeared with a dangerous artifact, and Percival and Gawain were both dead and gone.
Just like that.
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My character's name: Yildirim Ignatius Svarog Character's journal link: [Here] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERIgnatius is surprisingly pale for all the time he spends outside, perhaps the only obvious reaction to his outdoors presence being an abundance of freckles peppering him from top to bottom. His hair is red and kept to his shoulders, usually down and free-moving like much of what he wears. He tends towards light armour, mostly to keep him moving fast--both to chuck his weapon and quickly retrieve it for a fast finishing blow. Rank of character 1d4
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:37 pm
For a moment, Thackery seemed frightened. He dropped the coins he'd been playing with and fell back in a truly pathetic attempt to move away from the mirror - until he saw what was happening.
Then he watched like a wide-eyed child with wonder, regarding the Queen with utmost awe. Something seemed to connect in his mind, as rare an occurrence as that was, and he clutched his hands together ecstatically.
"Bye!" he called after her, waving in big, enthusiastic motions, hand held high over his head. "Byeeee! See you later! I'll watch after the Prince! Bye-bye!"
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My character's name: Thackery Character's journal link:â™›|â…¢ BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:Thackery has very pettable black hair, darkly-tanned skin, and lavender eyes. He is wearing more keys than you can easily count. Though he appears visibly enthusiastic all the time forever, the energy does not equate to effectiveness - he is terrible at paying attention to directions and is just really happy to be here hi everyone! Rank of character Apprentice-Knight
Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:38 pm
He stood corrected. Because that just happened.
All Milo could do was watch and stare in horror as the female figure emerged from the broken mirror along with the shadows that dwelled there. Now all he had been hearing seemed to strike true in his mind, about Morgan and about the gate itself. And he was too late to act on it and couldn't seem to move to do anything as Percival was torn apart before their eyes - even cry out for his great knight. He had followed him into battle, respected him and.. now...
Well.... s**t.
All that was left behind after the Queen disappeared besides his fellows were the weapons left behind by the great knights themselves, left chained. Along with some crystals. Some of the others began to move, to investigate what was left and to the weapons themselves. Which was where the blue knight found himself. Milo carefully held out a hand to brush his gloved fingers upon the scythe, paying no mind to the one who tried to grab for it initially. It was all that was left of of Percival....
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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-apprentice Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:39 pm
"I'm fine," Shun snapped, turning towards Estel with wariness.
"Which is more than what the great knights could say right about now."
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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 Rank of character knight Sacred Points obtained: ??/100
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Posted: Tue May 12, 2015 10:44 pm
Denied by the weapon itself, rather than by any directive.
"It moves not an inch," he muttered, primarily to himself, eye twitching. "It waits for something, something most certainly not me." Kostya regaled Shun with a spurious look, lip curling. "Am I a truly a traitor if it is my side that is triumphant?"
It faded into faint amusement as Kostya leaned to heartily clap Aymet upon the back. "We are in for a ride, it seems."
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My character's name: ser konstantin bashmet Character's journal link:here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER
With dark brown hair and two days of stubble, Kostya is a rugged, attractive knight. Although he's not the tallest among the knights-- measuring in at only 5'7"-- his body is honed from the training he did in and around his native villages, sleek and whipcord strong. He prefers to work at range, utilizing a large crossbowshuriken as his weapon of choice.
In personality, Kostya leans towards the stoic, although a cruel streak in him leads to humor at other people's expenses. He traditionally carries around a small flagon of alcohol, acquired through whatever means necessary. He lacks true compassion, and cannot process empathy in any significant amount, leading him to take advantage of lesser folk-- by manipulation or force-- to get what he wants.
Her laughter faded into chuckles. Those, too, faded into nothing more than a soft breathe exhaled in amusement, every so often, until the silence was all that was left. Then, she didn't even breathe. She just stopped.
In her lap, Yuki's unconscious body laid haphazardly. His shoulder bled dark with injury, and his neck had marks on them that matched her nails. Her head snapped up to look at Jason, still beside her, frozen in confusion. He, too, bore the mark of her touch. And she remembered all of it.
She'd laid hands on almost every one of her newfound friends. She'd hurt them, tore at them until they bled, and she'd laughed. Those she hadn't physically injured, she'd manipulated. Shun and Estel had believed her words, twisted into darkness and anger until they looked at one another with distrust.
She'd done that.
She'd done all of that.
A mournful sob was wrenched from her lips, as she stumbled back, trying to get away from them. Even as Estel called out to her, trying to be helpful even now - even now - she had to escape, somehow.
There was only one option.
She staggered to her feet, wavering drunkenly, with her head in her hands. She had to find an escape, by any means. She had to get away from all of them, all of their worried faces, all of their voices asking why, why, why -
She wanted to escape as Percival had. She could see his weapon, chained and useless on the ground, abandoned by its owner. She knew he would never have to suffer again. He was lucky.
"I'm sorry." She shuddered out, though it was unclear as to which one of her victims she was speaking to. Or, perhaps she was just apologizing to the world, for never being strong enough to fight against the corruption that had kissed her mind and instantly taken her hostage. She found her way to Percival's staff, and collapsed beside it, her hands held in prayer against it's hilt.
"Take me with you." She begged the man who was no longer there. "Please."
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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
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