The shadows were swarming the ramparts, and Chaya fell back with the rest when the retreat was called, dismayed and concerned. They'd worked so hard to shore up the defenses and get the ballistas ready, and still the shadows were pushing them back! He felt weirdly lost and alone, even among a group of like-minded people. They were like him, weren't they?
There were so many injured, and though the doors stayed solid, the shadows were right outside. It felt faintly familiar, though Chaya didn't know why. He looked up hopefully as the Great Knights spoke. Morgan's expression unnerved him, a flicker of something there and gone, and Chaya pulled back just a little as he spoke. He would follow Percival instead, he decided, and help defend the castle. They needed to be strong, to be strong and drive the shadows back and out.
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 10:02 am
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Dark tanned skin but with pale white bleaching along the right side of his body; the bleach comes from a bad burn scar from his youth. Many fear his looks (plus the scowl and outfit...), but Kenta is not that scary at all.. for all that he growls, Kenta is a people person and wants to be with others. He's a team player not a lone wolf! He often wears a hide of a wolf as a cloak, with the skull overlaying his like a helmet. His armor is silver with black decor and overlain with a red taberd with silver and black embroidery. Some say he's cursed... for Kenta has been known to howl at the moon and go berserk in battle.
Kenta had just come back from his quest to find himself besieged before he could see about getting the arrow wounds healed. But that was the lot of a knight apprentice! Always running around getting things done with no rest... So he shrugged and joined those following Morgan; knowing he was of most use in fighting not healing or defending. For what use was bloodlust if you had to hold the line? None at all! And perhaps he could prove himself in the fight! Being an apprentice was... not as glorious as he wanted!
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Things were chaotic and yet there was a small amount of appeal to it that Titus couldn't really place. It wasn't that he enjoyed the bloodshed or fighting for his life but it was somehow a reminder that even without his former memories he was still very much alive. Upon command he had fallen back to the great hall with all the others and stood facing the door wondering if it would truly hold.
When there was no sudden threat that the shadows were going to break their way in Titus turned and focused in on the knights who were already forming plans of their own. The choices before him were tricky but he knew for now he wasn't willing to throw himself into the midst of battle. At least for now he wanted to live a bit longer. Helping with the injured was also unappealing, mostly because he couldn't give two shits about anyone present. That left one choice and one choice only.
Watching the blue knight as he parted ways to see to his task Titus briefly wondered where the knight was he had sworn loyalty to. Probably dead. It would hardly be surprising now would it?
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My character's name: Titus Laburnum Character's journal link:Link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He dresses in mostly darker colors, high quality tunics, fine leather boots, things that people would normally not train in. His black hair is short in the back but a little longer in the front and it often gets into his eyes but it helps distract from the dark circles from lack of sleep. Also pretty tall standing just under seven feet. LinkRank of character apprentice-knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 10:39 am
It should not have surprised him that despite all their greatest efforts, those monstrous shadows broke through anyway, sweeping through Camelot much like whatever plague was haunting those mountains they were questing on.
And yet, somehow, it still surprised him with the utter swiftness they swept through, decimating their tiny forces before they even truly had the chance. He saw bodies falling around him, littering the ground in half-built states, pooling blood all around them...
It was enough to even dampen his eternal optimism, and even Ignatius had to admit the situation looked grim at best. The sky was dark, and these shadows were at home. Perhaps they did not even belong in Camelot in the first place.
The thoughts were oppressive, but Ignatius still managed to push himself forward into the Great Hall, dodging attacks from shadowlings as he attempted to find his sure footing.
When he passed through the doors, he realized just how few had made it, and made it uninjured at that. Perhaps he was one of the lucky ones, after all.
Of course, they could not stay holed up in the Great Hall forever, and each of the three knights that stepped forward had their own ideas as to where they should go and what they should do. Morgan suggested they go fight in the courtyard with an expression on his face and time in his voice that almost made him sound a little too eager, and Ignatius could not necessarily blame him, but perhaps following him was not the best idea. Plenty of others were filtering that way anyway.
Having little interest in staying back to heal with Gawain, this left only one logical choice, and perhaps it should have been his only choice all along. As a knight-apprentice under Percival, Ignatius had to agree that defending the fortress sounded like the best idea, at least for him. Sometimes, the best offensive was a good defensive front, and they needed to protect these people still here, too. That would truly make him a hero.
Ignatius swallowed hard, before attempting to center his jittering brain and heading after Percival.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 11:03 am
Sherry was a little surprised to find her hands shaking. Not a lot, but enough that she noticed it. She hoped no one else noticed it. The castle was under attack, and the shadows were here. Not, here, for somehow things were almost (strangely) calm at this moment. But they were far too close for comfort. They being the shadows, of course, not the others apprehensively waiting in the courtyard with her.
Forcing herself to breathe deep, Sherry put on her very best brave face. It wouldn’t do to show fear here. They had to fight, defend, and survive. Showing fear might very well hinder that. No, one had to show caution, wariness, but no fear. That was how she interpreted the stature of the Great Knights. Sherry saw them as leaders to look up to, and that gave her some comfort. They knew there was danger, but they were ready to face it. They were ready to do something about it. They were ready to lead the young knights to save the castle.
Which meant Sherry had to make a choice. Her own knight, in her own order, was heading to the ramparts to lead the defense. Morgan was taking a group to fight directly, and a third Knight, Gawain, was taking another group to take care of the wounded. Her very first instinct was to follow Percival to the ramparts. But the thought of wounded knights needing help tugged at her heart. She was here to protect people, surely. And save them. Most certainly giving medical aid counted in that. If it didn’t, well, Sherry couldn’t see how it wouldn’t, so she couldn’t even finish her thought. It didn’t help that nerves and fear had her thoughts rather jumbled, too.
But she knew what she had decided. She knew what she felt she needed to do.
She nodded to herself. She would follow Gawain and tend the wounded. An army without healers would die, she knew. How she knew she couldn’t say, but she wasn’t worried about that.
Head held high, Sherry moved to the side while others filed out of the great hall. She would do her best to assist everyone, if she could. Hopefully it would be enough. It had to be enough.
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My character's name: Sherry Greyson Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A youngish (early 20s) girl with darkish blonde hair and light brown eyes. She keeps her hair long but mostly pulled back. She uses a rapier. Look a ref Rank of character Apprentice-knight.
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 11:18 am
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As Shayne made it into the great hall, he was looking around for Camilla. Scare and shaking; he doesn't know what to do at this point. "Is this the end?" He mumbled to himself as he felt hopeless. "Camilla? Camilla?" He finally called out as he was still looking for Camilla. However, she wasn't nowhere to be found. "Where is she?" the redhead boy thought to himself. Is she had been killed by the enemy forces? Is she still alive? Is Camilla in some deep trouble? Is the friendly and cheerful girl safe from those evil monsters? Questions like this ran across his mind. A fear of seeing monster killing the poor girl sent chills down his back, After hearing each of the Knight's plan, Shayne told a deep breath. "If Camilla still out there; she would need some help." He told himself as he followed the other Knights in training to the courtyard.
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My character's name:Shayne McRotten Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Shayne's look's green eyes, shaggy gingery hair which is in a pony tail, and pale skin. Rank of characterapprentice-knights.
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In the midst of the destruction, sadness, and faint flashes of blank stupidity that he didn't much care for, Mmur felt a surprising swell of triumph too. He knew those things didn't like fire! He didn't know how he knew, but that wasn't important. Between his new pants, helmet, and snazzy shoulder... things, he was certain he could take on any number of shadowlings without breaking a sweat. The only problem was, he really didn't like the look of that Morgan guy.
So he followed Percival instead.
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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, bright red mantle with yellow detailing, no shirt or shoes. Can't read. Rank of character Knight-Apprentice Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 11:34 am
So much horror! Caoineadh wasn't sure where to look let alone how to act. Body parts... ugh, people... so many screams. She shuddered as yet another headless corpse was tossed about, and looked down to see it at her feet. She could feel the color draining from her already pale skin but still she clutched at the bow in her hand, not sure how to act. They were dying! She gritted her teeth and faught back a howl of anger. She was not going to just stand like a bump on a log and do nothing.
Then she noticed Gawain. He seemed to know what to do, and he was speaking of healing. Yes, she was going there, healing, she could do that.
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My character's name: Caoineadh Character's journal link: Event Journal / Student Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERImage here Rank of character apprentice-knights. ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
Ashes burned in her throat and she's coughing up smoke. It's a memory long past, but it's one that ricochets in her head the moment the monsters flare up like weeds along the castle walls. Chel's good at combat (she's always been the offensive one), but not against an army like this. She can take one enemy, but so many ...
"Fall back!"
As if that wasn't obvious. Chel tripped over her own two feet but she was already moving on her way back safety and shelter. She was never really intending to follow the code- "sacrifice yourself for others" was not her in genes. She would always protect herself over others.
The red knight from earlier was already making a call to arms, and Chel had no hesitation. She wouldn't sit behind a rock and be slowly starved out, and neither would she sit around fixing others up while the problem still remained. Her choice was simple, a gut reaction.
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My character's name: Chelsea Craft Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chel is covered in cloaks. Long blonde hair that's messy and bright blue eyes that seem to mischievous for their own good. She's got a scar on her lip and a saunter to her walk that hints she is absolutely up to no good. Rank of character Knight Apprentice
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 12:20 pm
Noemi stepped carefully around the carnage, looking away from the torn limbs, decapitated heads. Her hand went to her mouth to stop her from inhaling the smell and taste of coppery blood, flame scarred flesh.
Knights were pouring back to doors, closing them.
Their hardwork of gaining object had meant nothing but here with the small group, Noemi felt the true horror of this war. Small numbers.
Small spaces.
Her gaze went to Percival and she was following the blue knight with every little step she could take. She had chosen to follow under his liege, and she would continue to do so.
Her hand went to the necklace that calmed her down. the promise and comfort of the stone placed in it.
She hoped that they would be well.
she hoped Milo would be well.
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My character's name: Noemi Hurley Character's journal link:[ HERE ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Noemi is Naive and quiet girl. Red curly hair with winged cuffs and fullbody armor. She follows a certain young knight to keep him out of trouble. Promised and engaged to the love of her life, Milo Hale. From the same villiage as Shu and Evan, both being very important to Noemi. Rank of character Knight Apprentice
So much chaos. Everyone was scrambling this way and that. She couldn't hear herself think from all the noise.
But soon they were all given a direction. Well, three directions at least to choose from. And seeing as how Meixiang had already been helping secure the ramparts she figured sticking with that would be her best option. She wasn't the best fighter and dealing with injured people tended to make her a bit queezy in fact.
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My character's name: Meixiang Character's journal link:[x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5'0 with short white hair, brown eyes. Clothing generally consists of expensive fabrics with colorful patterns in a theme of blue and gold. Rank of character Apprentice-knight
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 1:13 pm
Yeeaaaa Momo was ready for this part. Forget securing the ramparts or healing people. She wanted to fight. And now she was being given the opportunity to do so.
So she quickly made her way after the night. A grin on her face. While this was indeed a serious matter all she had wanted to do was go into battle since she'd joined. It was what she lived for. What she had learned in the streets.
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My character's name: Momo Hayashi Character's journal link:[x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Average height, curvy girl with short blue hair shaved underneath. Outfit tends to consist of pieces thrown together here and there. Rank of character Apprentice-knight
Xanther was shocked and disgusted with what was happening. So many wounded and dead knights scattered everywhere. The red eyed felt his heart pounding against his chest when he catch a glimpse of it.
"Fall back!" Someone yelled.
He couldn't believe he was such a fool thinking that just because he was within the castle walls, he was safe. No, it was the other way around. It's like there's no where to hide from these things." He muttered under his breath as he arrived the safe haven. As Xanther was about to join Morgan to help defend the castle, since he ached for a good battle, he heard someone tap the walls. It was Sir Gawain. Xanther thought of those knights who were badly wounded. Even though he longed for that epic battle, they will all die if they don't have enough knights. Sure enough he could lend a hand. "After all," The black haired lad mumbled as he made his way to the Great hall. "that's what I'm here for."
My character's name: Xanther Clavata Character's journal link:Here 'tis BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Black hair with a hint of gold and red eyes. Normal height, delicate features. Dresses up as a commoner. Rank of character: Knight Apprentice Sacred Points obtained: -/100
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 1:37 pm
The sound of screams and heavy scent of fire were becoming things that he might get used to; while that might have disturbed him once, he had new purpose. How he knew it was new was a mystery - one that would have to wait. . He did not belong there. The message was clear: even in the court of the Great King, the jewel that was Camelot, there was no safe haven, no harbour of respite and sanctity.
Grim and with eyes narrowed, Ahm drew his at blade and joined the fray, snarling and growling with no real idea he was doing it. And all the while he was ducking, dodging and weaving in and out of bodies and shadows and gouts of blood or flying limbs, the shadowy creatures showing them all just how much their pledge meant to them. They were like paper under flame, but Ahm fought on with all the skill he has - but none of his usual finesse.
There is no break, no breather and no chance to regroup until a voice calls for the retreat, which he gladly does, chest heaving and face painted with blood and worse. Ahm wipes at his face with an already filthy sleeve, but doesn't fret about the mess he is.
When the trio of great knighs appear his heart swells - the Wolf - he is there, with rousing words and a glint in his eyes that are echoed within his own. Immediately he straightened and wiped his blade clean with his ichor-stained cloak before following Morgan.
Live or die, he would do whatever it took. That was his pledge.
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My character's name: Ahm deVarr Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall, pale and dressed sort of like a dandy, sort of like his valet should be fired. Wears a large, patched up cloak that still smells like smoke... Rank of character Apprentice-knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Eldrid not a big man, so defense would have been dumb for him - also, he may have not been the strongest warrior (even though he had successfully picked up a ballista shot, so he was not really an attacker.
There would definitively be wounds, right? It was a seige, and there needed to be healers - a path that he willingly bent a knee for. He couldn't help thinking about how grim it would be for the morale if someone had looked for help, and he wasn't there.
With that said and done, in the chaos of it all, the tall man took a bee-line, following the green knight, to where the healers were to be.
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