Morgan laughed and laughed and laughed, and danced around the angry knights, taking Soren's hit and relishing it. A mad knight, a rabid wolf, the stories must have been true-
- But how much of Morgan did the knights actually know?
Behind him was the mirror. He had no reflection.
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Morgan strikes Soren! He takes an additional -5 damage!
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 10:36 pm
Morgan's HP: 32/50
[Action Point: 3 of 4]
Yuki had taken a moment to catch his breath, recompose and examine the laceration on his left arm. He couldn't tell how deep it was, but there was enough blood to suggest that it was something he should probably have looked at. But that would come later.
"Yes, well done!" He shouted toward Soren in support, witnessing the attack that he landed. Yuki grimaced, though, when Morgan countered swiftly.
They had to defeat him.
Yuki rushed forward for a third time, hoping to strike Morgan as his attention was still on Soren.
It was the most solid blow he'd managed to land thus far.
In that moment, Yuki saw past him. His eyes caught the mirror behind Morgan, the reflections warping and distorting. As if that was not alarming enough, Morgan's form was nowhere present. And it should have been.
A wave of dread washed over him, and it felt like he'd been kicked in the gut. Yuki hastily stepped back, eyes wide in shock and the hair on the back of his neck prickling.
"What the hell are you?" Yuki asked, fear unfortunately present in his voice. He couldn't hide it... Was this so-called knight even human?
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My character's name: Yuki Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Reference here; without pointed ears. Rank of character Apprentice-Knight Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
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DAMAGE DONE: 4 DAMAGE TAKEN: 5 YOUR REMAINING HP: 15/30 BOSS REMAINING HP 32/50
Shun thought he saw Morgan lashing out at someone else, which gave him pause. Flashes of what he had seen in the mirror returned to him. The imagery of his supposed comrades turning against him, slaying him. He shook his head to try and rid himself of that thought. He still couldn't help but eye the others a little more warily. Especially with what he had heard of the Sidhe.
This was soon to become an all too real possibility, as he saw a lack of reflection on Morgan's behalf.
His own visions aside, it became all too clear at this point. Morgan was the one who wanted the gate to be used. And now he was laughing his a** off like a maniac.
"He's one of them," he said quietly, coldly. It wasn't really to anyone in particular. The knight-apprentice readied his sword, before moving in. He tried to flank the man before aiming to cut into his hamstring if possible.
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My character's name: Shun Kuroda HP:25/30 Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark haired. basically like this Rank of character knight apprentice Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
The young knight shook his head. Something wasn't right with this knight at all...just what was. He looked back into the mirror in time. Eye going wide as he paled. Looking back he shook his head.
"How can you stand there? Why did you take that form? Why deceive us?!?" he questioned. "What about the apprentices who FOLLOW you? WHAT ARE THEY REALLY TO YOU?!? Just pawns...weapon fodder?!?"
He then lunged despite the Knight's answer...
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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 apprentice-knight. Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Even with all the chaos around, it seemed like no one was listening to what she said. Maybe they saw something she didnt? That could be it...But what? Amy looked past the battles that were going on, scanning the room as quickly as she could, spotting nothing....
until she glanced at the mirror.
Everyone had a refection except...
Morgan.
Her leader, a fellow Great knight was one of the enemy. Here she was trying to get her comrades to back off when they should be destroying him. Perhaps this was the time for action like Morgan thought...Action to eradicate the sole cause of all this madness. She hated to join in on this but it was official, Morgan had to die. Amy charged forward once more, slashing with her scythe. Her skill was no match for the great knight but she will try to do what she can.
"He isn't human! He's not one of us! We have to kill him in order to end this!
Morgan's Health HP: 27/50 + 1 defense [ kostya - enter ] [ 3 of 4 used ]
Kostya entered, crossbow out, there to protect their king by proxy.
hp 20 defense 1
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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 crossbow 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.
Rank of character apprentice-knight
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2Total: 2 (1-4)
Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 12:01 am
Morgan's Health HP: 27/50 + 3 defense [ 1 of 3 used ]
"Will it be the end?" Kostya barked, unsure of the sorceries that were claimed by all others. He did not often think of such rot. "How do you know?
hp 20 defense 2
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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 crossbow 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.
Cady, it could be said, was not the cleverest girl. So when they entered a room brimming with shiny treasure, the sparkles combined with the general exhaustion and mental exertion of the evening took it's toll. Part of her wondered if it had always been like this - and most of her decided that the memory loss had been a blessing.
She had no idea how long she'd been blearily staring into space, but when she finally came to, it looked as though Morgan, Percival and Gawain had come to blows - and that some of the knights in training had joined in.
Arcadia didn't know what was going on, but she did know that Morgan had led them into battle and had slain the massive serpent that had threatened to overcome them all. She very much owed him her life - and that had to mean something, didn't it?
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING!" she shouted ineffectually, swinging her bow forward like a staff and trying to ward off some of the blows.
Unfortunately, she was a lot further away from the main action than she thought, and so she gave the impression of someone very energetically attempting to swat a fly.
HP: 30/30
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My character's name: Arcadia Winderly Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24688677 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERArcadia, also known as Cady, is a relatively tall girl with a mop of messy, orange-red hair. This is seemingly in contrast with her relatively tan skin. Prefers tunics with the sleeves torn off and second hand breeches and boots. Has a bow and arrow - be mindful as to where she points it, as she isn't! Rank of character Knight - apprentice! (1d4) ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 12:14 am
"I am not human." Morgan looked absolutely delighted. "Then if I am not human what are all of you."
He gestured back to the mirror. Any who looked into it also had no reflection.
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If you end up in the solo mirror prompt after this rp, an additional prompt option will pop up: one of your character being swallowed into nothingness and a voice calling out to them to whispering about destruction.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 12:20 am
Morgan's Health: 27/50 +3 defense [1 / 3] whisper this is rp not an action
There were benefits to not having a reflection - like not knowing how frumpy your hair would be in the morning, for instance.
However, this was a magic mirror, right? Maybe it was broken. After all, if it was magical, it stood to reason that it was significantly more complicated than regular mirrors. Yes, Cady reasoned. It was probably just in need of a, er.
Magical mirror repair person.
"MAYBE IF YOU TAP THE SIDE OF IT REALLY HARD IT WILL WORK AGAIN," she called helpfully.
HP: 30/30
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My character's name: Arcadia Winderly Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24688677 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERArcadia, also known as Cady, is a relatively tall girl with a mop of messy, orange-red hair. This is seemingly in contrast with her relatively tan skin. Prefers tunics with the sleeves torn off and second hand breeches and boots. Has a bow and arrow - be mindful as to where she points it, as she isn't! Rank of character Knight - apprentice! (1d4) ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 12:24 am
What was he talking about?! The last time she looked into the mirror, she had a reflection! Refusing to believe Morgan's lies, Amy looked to the mirror, gasping at what she saw.
She had no reflection, no one did.
It had to be a trick right? How could she be anything other than human?! No, no no no no no! This was a lie! It had to be.
"You're lying! How do we know that this isn't some trick?!"
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My character's name: Amy Character's journal link:Here<3 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Amy is a "classy" ladeh with thick, black and curly, hair worn in a braid down to her butt. She keeps it this way to keep it out of her way when training. Otherwise she wears it free. Her height is about 5'4 with a tanned bronze skin tone that comes from being in the sun far too much. She's usually pretty crass and vocal when the situation calls for it, otherwise she will appear to be everything a proper lady should be. Basically, you push her, she WILL punch you in the face while trying to make sure she doesn't get any blood on her uniform. :']
Rank of character: Knight-Apprentice Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
<A deal has to be made, > whispered a voice, and it came from a facet of the mirror itself. <If you accept my gift, I will give you your reflection. >
Something seemed to move independently on the surface of the mirror, but only Arcadia could see it. Two hands stretched out and they held out a necklace with a glittering red jewel.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 12:37 am
For a moment time seemed to slow down, and then it was just Amy and Morgan. It was a Morgan that looked more at ease, one that held themselves like -
- He took one step and a moment later was behind Amy.
"It is our secret." he whispered right next to her, "that you are not human. You are a traitor, hiding with your memories purged. When your true memories awaken, you will inevitably betray all those close to you."
And as Morgan grabbed a hold of Amy and forced her to stare back at her reflection, all she saw instead of herself was a creature of pure darkness, of sharp claws and teeth and yellowed eyes.
Morgan had gone mad, surely; but that didn't mean the knights should have turned on him so easily. There was Shun, attacking him without abandon. A Great Knight! They spoke of his lack of humanity, and took the word of a miror reflection as their proof. Did no one remember how they'd been warned of the artifacts trickery?
When she looked into the mirror for her own reflection, she saw nothing. She wasn't surprised - the mirror always lied.
"You've driven him mad yourself with your attacks." Riley warned, refusing to enter into the fray.
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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 apprentice-knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
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