After returning to the fork with Shayne in tow Camilla heads down the next path more out of curiosity then a true desire to get out just yet
This path unlike the last had no torches and was quite dark... Frowning she continues walking then sticks her hand out as for some reason she felt she was getting near the end and didn't want to walk into a wall... Suddenly though a strange unnerving feeling starts to come over her... "Huh... What the..." she says slowly the outstretched hand goes to her head before the other lets go of Shayne's wrist however the moment she lets go she feels it is a bad idea and goes to reach form him again only to find he was gone!
"H-huh!? Shayne!? Where'd you go?!" she exclaims wide eye'd suddenly aware and worried as a knot of dread forms in her stomach she begins looking around wildly for him only to stop seconds later and return the hand that had fallen to her head more tightly then before "Ah! whats going on!" she cries worriedly as a deep fog begins to fill her head it was different from the memory fog she'd experienced before no this fog was ominous and dark! Her mind begins to feel distant and quite out of her control as her spacial awareness goes out the window! Suddenly she hears them! Voices... echoing distantly at first but growing closer not understandable but quite negative sounding... Finally her mind is fully consumed with the madness and she see's them!
Five blured out forms were suddenly surrounding her with one holding what appeared to be two children! "Wha!?" Camilla exclaims looking around at the seven blurry forms wait... She knew these shapes! "You failed us!" A voice sharp and feminine says "You were supposed to protect us!" another feminine voice younger then the first says "I-! But!" was all Camilla managed to get out as the verbal assault continues "You were supposed to be our champion! To defend us! But you failed! You let us die!" the older female voice says dripping with venom soon enough the two babies begin to cry and then after that the twin boys "Y-you left us!" one sniffles "To die and become a Knight!" the other finishes with a sob
"I! N-no! I- I didn't abandon you I!" Camilla chokes out not entirely sure of what she was saying "You were supposed to take my place! To bring honour and glory to us so I wouldn't have too!" A male not much older then herself yells viciously "You were supposed to make a difference! To give our deaths meaning! To protect Camelot and save us all! But you failed!" a deep older male voice yells violently with clear disappointment in the tone "I-I!" was all Camilla could choke out as she flinches away from him "You failed everybody! Three Great Knights dead! Your own pledged Great Knight maddened! And who knows what for the other three! Your failure will cost Camelot! It will end in ruin because of you!" the older male voice yells
Even though Camilla does remember these people each dark word cut into her down to her very heart more sharply then any blade could! Their anger and disappointment hitting her harder then any hammer! And the voice that hurt the worst was the older male voice! The disappointment in his tone and invisible glare just struck her to her core! "I-I! I tried!! I tried to help to protect people! But I couldn't I-" she sobs choking up finally as tears streamed down here cheeks S-she had failed them! Whoever they were she had failed them!
As despair began to fill her heart the final blow was now upon her "Your weakness cost us our lives and it will cost you yours too! You'll die pathetic and alone just as you should have during the attack that took our lives!" The old male voice yells sharply and sneers menacingly at her "But not before you cost the one person who still cares about you their life!" the older woman says venomously before pointing afraid of what she'd see but unable to resist anyway Camilla's gaze follows to where the woman pointed only to have her eyes widen in horror! The circle parts as a familiar red headed boy walks up next to the older man bloodied and ghostly white "N-no! S-shayne!" she cries in a choking sob "You failed me Camilla! We were friends but you let me die! Abandoned me when I needed you most just like you did them!" he yells angrily before pulling is bow forwards and notching a arrow "N-no! B-but! I! Y-you were! H-how did! No!" she half yells half sobs confused and distraught as he points the arrow at her "You must pay for your failure! You must die like the pathetic weak mouse you are!" the older man yells while drawing a large ominous sword
"N-no! P-please! I-Im Sorry!! Please don't!" She half yelps half sobs but it was for naught "Goodbye Camilla!" Both Shayne and the older man echo as he lunges forwards and the arrow is released!
"This can't be real it can't! NO!" She yells in a sobbing maddend panic as she drops down to her knees curling up defensively with her head in her hands!
Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 11:02 pm
"No."
Without warning, Galahad stood up, fixated at nothing. The chalice fell out of his arms with a loud clang, black liquid spreading all directions.
The liquid began to dissolve, filling the air with a choking black mist. Slowly, the crystals that had made up the throne began to curl around him. He didn't even notice.
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gaia_crown[ You can try to save Galahad! ] The crystals will slowly absorb him into a black mass, if it does he will DIE. Of course, you can still continue attacking him too.
- If more than 5 people post and try to pry Galahad away from the crystals he will be rescued. Otherwise, if nobody helps by tomorrow evening, he will just get sucked into nothingness and well - goodbye.
The corridor slowed them both down, but he was sure he was still holding her hand even when he couldn't really process what he was seeing in front of him. He stilled and looked down, trying to discern whether she was still there with him, when he heard the cries.
They were infantile, and wordless, and they cried and cried until the noise was ringing in his ears. He looked up and he could see the face of babes, blurred out until their facial features were completely unseen, but it was impossible to know them as anything but children. Some of them cried, and some of them wailed, but most of them just called out his name, and begged him to save them.
They floated there in front of him, their cries transforming into screams of anger, of disappointment. Why hadn't he protected them? They asked. Why wasn't he there?
He was frozen in horror, unwilling to comprehend that there were so many children haunting him at once, as if he had been at fault for all of their deaths. He wanted to fall to his knees, but he couldn't even do that. The vision slowly faded, but he could still hear those babes crying in his ears, turning to screeches of an infant's agony.
He was still holding her hand, but his hold had tightened with melancholy, and only loosened when he saw what was ahead of them. His knight, Sir Galahad, was cursed with an affliction that had drained him of everything; and the crystals around his seat consumed him, taking him down. Without thinking, Robert pulled out his weapon, and began to strike at the crystals while simultaneously trying to pull his knight out of their embrace. "SIR GALAHAD, IT IS I! SIR ROBERT!" He screamed to the husk of a man, even as he continued to work to save him. "DO NOT DESPAIR!"
zoobey
1/5
nothing yet
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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.
In the instant that Mildred registered that the sound of Robert's voice had nothing to do with her, that he sought to rescue Galahad from his fate in spite of all that he'd done, she snatched her hand away from his, as though it had been burned.
"He would have killed us," she spat, backing away as her eyes filled with hurt. "He struck me. He would have had me killed for failing to belong. Yet he is the one to whom you remain loyal, in spite of how he had wronged us? Wronged me?"
She took another step back, fingers curling around her weapon.
"Let him go." The trembling plea was just as easily a warning. "Leave him to his fate. This is what he deserves. This is the fate of those who seek to destroy our beginning."
Jason had waited long enough, he needed to make sure Riley and Yuki were okay. With other knights appearing, he hoped they would be able to help Galahad more then he could.
[Exit!]
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My character's name: Jason Kenneth Character's journal link: Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall guy wearing a black coat under simple dark pants and a white shirt, coupled with black leather boots. Has blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair tied back into a short pony tail Rank of character knight.
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 12:24 am
(Whoa! good thing my DS derped out and refused to roll! Camilla would much rather save him then kill if if she can!)
She waited for the pain to come for death to greet her but nothing came... four seconds, five and nothing happened... "H-huh?" she sobs out weakly after finally opening her eyes "T-there gone..." she sniffles in a relieved whisper while letting out a shaky breath before finally letting go of her head and using her hands to support herself she was shaking violently as stray tears ran down her cheeks... the madness was gone... her sanity had returned to her and she was in control of her senses once more...
Silently she stayed there sniffling occationally as she tried to regain control of her emotions "An illusion..." she mumbles finally with her head downcast her mind had cleared enough for her to actually make sense of what just happened and a illusion quite a maddening one at that was the only explanation... Still... Illusion or not it really shook her up... Finally several minutes later she calms down enough to stand... Her legs were shaky but she still stood determined not to let the illusion beat her! When her legs were steady enough she puts a hand on her weapons then takes a steadying breath to further calm herself... It was then after that that another pressing problem comes to her attention! Where was Shayne!? "Ah! Shayne?! Shaaayne!?!" she calls out suddenly clearly in distraught as her calmness goes flying out the window both dark illusion of his death started to flit through her mind which wasn't helping!
Finally she decides that he might be further down the corridor and so she quickly heads that way all while calling him "Shayne! Shaaayne! Shay- Ah! Galahad!?!" she exclaims in surprise as she reaches the end of the corridor only to find Galahad sitting on a throne of black crystal! He looked weakened... Skinny and malnourished... His eyes were hallowed and full of madness... But how... It hadn't even been more then a few days sense she had last seen him and he had seemed fine then... Something must be draining his energy! But why... Soon another question tugged at her... "If the real Galahad is here... does that mean the one who ordered their execution was a illusion or a imposter?" she asks herself musingly deep down she really hoped so... She hoped that Galahad hadn't betrayed them all and that the one in the castle above was just a imposter!
A frown creases her lips as another question comes to mind... Just how long had he been down here...? How long had he suffered alone in the dark striken with a madness that seemed to be literally eating away at him... The thought of the genteel Great Knight suffering for all this time made her heart fall had she even truely pledged to him or just some knockoff poser? Suddenly he speaks and holds out a beautiful goblet full of dark ominous liquid offering her madness and suffering! Instantly Camilla steps back eyeing the cup seriously "No thank you..." she instinctively says politely she had just had a really nasty run in with madness she'd have to already be mad to even consider drinking from the cup!
Finally she looks at the Great Knight sadly... Others who were there had already tried to pull the cup from his hand which seemed to be the source of his malice with no success... Snd soon other people were attacking him out of pity or anger... While the sting of betrayal still lingered within her if the Galahad above was in fact a imposter this Galahad held no responsibility and seeing his pitiful state made feeling angry towards him impossible... If there was no way to save him... Then... She should at least do him the mercy of ending his suffering...
It was with that sad thought in mind that Camilla draws Buyou Rouzu intent on helping the others end his misery when suddenly he shouts then jumps up! The cup was dropped due to this sudden action and the black liquid spilled! Instantly it vaporizes then forms a dark cloud around Galahad and ontop of that the crystal throan on which he had sat begins to grow and wrap around him! "Eep!" she squeaks the sudden development it was then that it hit her! The cup wasn't the source of his agony! The Throne was! If they could get him away from it maybe he could be saved!
Quickly she sheaths her sword and lunges forwards to grab him by the arm and start pulling "Shayne! Wherever you are come here quickly! We must free Galahad from the throne!" she shouts hoping he would hear
Her running sprint soon died down into a slow walk, though it wasn't fully by her own volition. For some reason she was unable to run any faster, and she didn't know why. With a glance back to her silver haired companion she walked along the dark corridor, on the look out for anything that might jump out at her.
As soon as the voices began to echo off the walls she reached behind her back and retrieved her two handed Zweihandler, expecting a fight. But the voices didn't seem to be coming from any one direction, their hollow words piercing her mind and heart with their cruel jabs and taunts. She was a failure, she was weak, a wanna be hero who did nothing but hold everyone back.
"Shut up" She growled under her breath, walking forwards and doing her best to ignore the stinging words. She could see shapes flicker in the shadows, their forms familiar to her but she could not place who they were. Her hands gripped her blade even tighter, and she continued towards her destination.
Upon reaching the end she took one look at the place and stepped back, aghast at what she saw. Galahad, the one who had imprisoned them, a mere shell of his former self. He appeared to be holding a cup, but it was soon dropped. He went to stand up as the crystals began to encase him, but he ignored them completely.
Poke frowned, seeing other brave knights try to rescue him. Though she was angry, she was not about to let someone die because of it.
"Lets go" She said to Haze, moving towards the crystals that were trying to encase him. A larger man was helping to shatter them, and raising her sword she brought it down on the black crystals, assisting him in hacking them away.
Zoobey
3/5
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My character's name: Pokerus Character's journal link: Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A girl with with shirt under a brown vest, brown gloves, dark leggings and a pair of boots. Has long brown hair and brown eyes Rank of character knight.
Lunar Chi
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 12:58 am
Robert's hands clenched in frozen horror at the sound of her voice, betrayal sizzling from every word. He stared at the hollow man for a moment, remembering how Galahad had been the one to send them all to the dungeons. What he hadn't seen, however, was Galahad himself striking Mildred in the fight to run away. This information clouded his judgement, turning his anger towards the only knight he'd still held loyalty for. It felt soul crushing, to look down upon the man, who was clearly in need, and feel his loyalty severing.
His hands released Galahad, but he'd already done the damage - so many crystals had been destroyed at the tip of his sword, and he'd drug the man out so far that the others were now taking over, pulling him out of harm's way. He backed away from the sight, letting his sword slide back into it's sheath, but his eyes never left Galahad's morbid face.
"He was my knight." Robert's voice cracked with the sound of his heart breaking with betrayal.
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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.
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As Haze began to run beside Pokerus his feet began to slow on their own. A weight pushing down on his mind, what was happening? The closer he got to the new corridor the more reality began to dissipate before his eyes. His hand reached up to grasp the front of his bangs, trying to snap himself out of whatever was plaguing his mind. But no matter the effort a fog began to cover his consciousness. Squeezing his eyes shut his footing faltered, coming to a complete halt just at the entrance to the main part of the corridor.
Everything was pitch black, a darkness that not only covered his mind, but began to wrap around his very soul. In here he felt vulnerable, with no sense of direction at all, desperately grasping at the scarf around his neck he tried to pull it over his mouth. A habit he had long forgotten where he had learned it from. But as he breathed in the scent was the most familiar to him. Who did this scent belong to? The more he tried to remember it the more his mind was shrouded in darkness. As he opened his eyes he was no longer in the corridor, but peered into his thoughts. A figure now standing before him, whispering coming from every direction. They began to say horrible things, whispering of death, of grievance, of sadness, and it was all his fault. He shook his head back and forth “I-its not m-my fau-” his words were cut off. Caught in his throat as he was to weak to be able to retaliate back. Haze thought he had locked these emotions away, but there was no escaping them in his own mind. The figure that had appeared seemed familiar to him, his heart pounding faster as he desperately tried to remember who it was. All he knew is that he felt a deep connection with them. Trying to reach out to the subject the figure would pull away, their voice carrying over to him in an instant “You’re fault. Its your fault im dead. You killed me” she would say. Even if he couldn’t remember who it was, he would feel a tightness wrap around his heard. Holding the sides of his head he would began to shake it violetntly. Trying to get the whispers to go away, trying to deny the fact that the shrouded woman spoke “I.. I d-didn’t kill.. anyone” he mumbled, starting to say it over and over
“I didn’t.. I d-didn’t.. I di-”
Just as he was about to completely succumb to the darkness in his own mind Haze heard a different voice. Breaking apart the darkness no matter how simple the words.
”Lets go”
His eyes widened with fear began to get the light back in them. The surroundings beginning to pull away from the darkness. Haze was back in the corridor. Blinking quickly he looked over to Poke, who seemed more angry then terrified. Had she encountered the same darkness? He didn’t know, and his uneven breath would prevent him from saying a word. He was only compelled to look forward, witnessing one of the Great Knights being slowly engulfed by a black mass that were coming from crystals. He didn’t have time to think of his own grievances, Haze didn’t want another Great Knight to fall. Regaining the strength back in his body he’d grip his staff tightly. Lunging forward with Poke the white haired knight would swipe the Naginata at the crystals. Attempting to help free Galahad.
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
poke mattix
Zoobey
4/5
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 1:26 am
From the sound of his voice, Mildred could tell that the words were supposed to mean something. She was sure that it should have mattered, and that it very well may have been warranted. These were observable things, but not things she felt - she was not particularly inclined for it to be at her own hand, but she would still gladly watch Violet's Great Knight perish, no matter what pleas or sights of desperation he put forth. She would not protect him, nor prohibit his demise in the slightest, and he had never caused direct harm, like Galahad.
These were observable things, but they gained him no sympathy.
"And I am your wife," she slowly countered, hesitant in her persisting inability to understand where he stood. "There is one pledge that matters. One loyalty. It is ours. Do not allow him to sway you any further. We have but one side, and it is our own."
Nio Love
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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. Rank of character Knight
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 1:30 am
Camilla stared in disbelief at Mildred's plea her voice dripping with anger and venom and was even more surprised when the bulky man so eager to save Galahad suddenly backs off with a betrayed look "H-hey! What are you doing!? He needs help!" she shouts with strain in her voice as she continues pulling determined to pull him to safety fortunately others had come and were breaking the crystals surrounding Galahad but the help of the other two really would be nice!
While upset at their refusal to help Camilla decides to try and reason with them "Mildred and Robert was it? Have either of you two stopped to think that this Galahad who has been suffering in maddening agony is not the same one as the Galahad above in the castle who ordered our execution? Have you thought that maybe the Galahad in the castle is a imposter and this one is innocent of all wrong doings?" She asks ger voice calm at first but soon picks up in intensity "Are you two so blinded by anger and betrayal that you would let a possibly innocent man die with no proof of his sins? Is that not what was going to be done to us?! Is that the way of knights who are humanity's last hope!?" She asks sharply unable to keep her annoyance out of her voice
Nothing Yet
Nio Love
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 1:34 am
Marosa watched as other knights came, and one attacked Galahad directly.
She had been tempted to, but some part of her still wanted to save him. After all, she thought to herself, Wouldn't you want them to do the same for you?
Rushing forward, the redhead grabbed one of Galahad's arms and attempted to pry him away from the crystals, helping the other three that had started to also pry him away.
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gaia_crownCHARACTER: Marosa gaia_crownJOURNAL:A book with no words gaia_crownBRIEF DESCRIPTION: Pale skinned, redhead, scrawny, freckled and slightly feminine face, looks male for all intensive purposes. Wears mostly green shaded clothing. gaia_crownRANK: Knight-Apprentice gaia_crownSACRED POINTS: ???/100
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And then, the echoing faded, and he was alone again, with his thoughts.
But not entirely. The room at the far end of the corridor was starting to swarm with people. It wasn't hard to see why - Galahad, sitting atop the throne of crystals, raving mad.
It was hard to find the will to do anything, at first. The guilt of Gawain's madness and death was heavy upon him. Fear gripped him at the thought of putting the man out of his misery. Mordred had proven himself the deceiver, so far - was it his place to decide this man's fate when he had been just as misled as everyone else?
Not that he got a lot of time to consider things. The throne was growing, crystals beginning to engulf the mad knight. The burning miasma was fortunately not as much of a problem for him as it might have been for the others - Szczeosny acted on instinct, darting forward and smashing his mace against some of the still-moving crystals.
He wasn't going to let the same mistake happen twice.
He turned, finally, to look at her. His eyes were glassy, and his brow furrowed deep with thought. It had been simple enough to give her everything, when he found no conflict in the idea. Now, he realized he was torn, and he hadn't given her everything at all.
Yet.
"One pledge." He repeated in a whisper, pressing his hand against her cheek. He ran the fingers along the edge of the skin there, and his expression darkened. "Did he really hit you?"
It was a simple enough choice for him, after all.
Camilla burst out in anger, and Robert gave the woman a strangely vacant look, as if he could see right through her. "Your words make sense, but only in that this Galahad, this hollow shell of a being, may not be the Great Knight after all. Galahad would never allow himself to be captured in such a way - for all we know, this is the imposter, and he is manipulating you. Regardless, if he was the real knight, I would have words with him. So using your own logic, it makes sense for me not to help."
His words were halting, and strange. It was clear he was fighting a battle within, trying to decide between his knightly loyalty, and the new, fiercer loyalty to the woman he'd wed.
He came. He saw things. He hated what he saw. It'll be described later.
After that though, he found Galahad dealing with... things. And decided it was in his best interest to actually help the idiot, because apparently being impressionable by darkness was something that could be forgiven. Or something.
The knight slammed his war-scythe against the black stuff, hoping he'd have the sense to, oh I don't know, get out of the way.
[ 7/5 BECAUSE TIG ASKED ME ]
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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
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