Back straight, Horace stood and listened carefully to Sir Lancelot's tirade. It was not that he did not feel some measure of remorse for his actions - he did. But he also believed he had validity in thinking and acting the way he had. And, because Lancelot deserved the truth of his actions and his intents, Horace spoke plainly, although he wished he could refer to his little notebook a bit. He talked of how the fight had seemed like madness and folly and how, even after the mirror was joined with the gate, the knights continued to fight. Horace had intended to incapacitate, if possible, to hurry the end of the fight by attacking and eventually knocking them unconscious. He had never expected that people would kill the Great Knights - it was simply an unheard of occurrence. In the end, though, Horace had been too weak and injured as a result of his continuing actions to ground one of the Knights, that he had been useless for part of it.
"As for us knight-apprentices, most, near none deserve any hit of recognition. But, one knight, Oliver of the White Order, acted only in an exemplary fashion. He healed when needed, finding new supplies and lending aid in an autonomous fashion. And also, in the treasure room, when I became aware of my fellow knights' intents to kill Sir Gawain, he valiantly defended Gawain when I had no strength left." This one, of all the knights he'd met, had seemed the most reasons, but also the most concerned about his fellow man It was an important distinction Horace thought should be known.
"Also of note was Lawrence of the Gold Order. He aided me in gathering supplies before the siege truly began and showed a marked enthusiasm and talent for the medical arts. I do not know of his actions in the treasure room, however." And Horace paused a moment, thinking, but there was no one else.
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My character's name: Horace Nokoni Character's journal link:Chapter journal | Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall, brown-skinned boy with blue eyes. He keeps his black hair long and usually tied back. Horace uses a chained cutlass named Nonnie and, as a knight, he focuses on second chances for everyone and strategy within battle. Rank of character Knight
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 8:11 pm
Chaos, pandemonium, bedlam, everything and everyone was a flurry of motion, but Joy tried to keep up, tried to fend away the weapons aimed at Percival. Even after he put down the mad Gawain, even while most of her fellow knight-apprentices sought to slay Morgan. She’d avoided looking into the mirror, which ultimately had done nothing to preserve her faith in humanity.
Morgan was not who he claimed he was and the price they paid for their ignorance was the loss of three Great Knights. A more philosophically inclined individual might have argued they only lost two given Morgan’s circumstances as a traitor. But Joy was a simple woman and she mourned all of them.
Lancelot’s arrival should have buoyed her hopes and raised her spirits. Instead, he devastated her. It would have been better if he’d struck out, spare the rod and spoil the child and all but no. His disappointment was far more potent a punishment. Joy could only grip at her halberd tightly and hang her head in shame.
She didn’t consider stepping forward to explain because what else could be said? She neither saw nor heard anything suspicious. No, she did hear something odd but didn’t think about it. She had to admit to her failings, but then she heard her name being called and her head jerked up in surprise.
Someone nominated her? But why?
The brunette moved forward, reaching out to Pokerus to clasp her hand in camaraderie and gratitude while simultaneously trying to blink back tears, "Th-thank you, but you're being too kind. It is you, Pokerus, who deserve to become a Great Knight for your courage and determination. I only did as ordered. And I-" she faltered, releasing her hold on the other knight-apprentice and turned to face Lancelot.
"I did not do enough. When the three Great Knights were arguing, I couldn't help but notice that Sir? Lady? Morgan spoke about ruling Camelot in the Great King's absence. I thought he, she, they? meant to usurp the Great King's command but I did not do anything to question them about it.
"I sought to protect, to keep things the way they were as Sir Percival wanted but I was not strong enough. I was not enough. But I will strive to be all I can be, I will strive to surpass my failings, if you would still have me as a Knight."
The sadness for the loss of their number still shrouded Joy, but there was a hardness in her eyes, a determination that tempered the grief. She could not protect them then, perhaps she never will, but damn it all to hell if she would ever stop trying.
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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 Apprentice-Knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Trisha was practically in tears when Lancealot spoke to them. At least that chaos was over. But Trisha still couldn't figure out what happened down there. "I didn't do anything." she hadn't she had just stood there and watched the fighting.
Gawain was trying to tell us things, about shied. He told us not to trust anyone except the great knights. We were warned that they could take multiple forms and... I never expected it to be a great knight that would have been the one..." Trisha fought back tears. She had liked Gawain, he was trustworthy.
This whole thing was a mess. "I honestly don't know who to pick. Like Gawain warned, any of use could be shadows. But near the end, Morgan... well Morgana cursed a few knights. Maybe those were the best fighters. But, there was so much fighting." another tear rolled down her cheek.
"Morgan, wanted to use the mirrors to do something. I wasn't sure what. and then there was this whole disagreement and then Percival killed Gawain when they started out on the same side and..." she just gave up still in tears her legs trembled under her and Trisha was forced to lean on her spear. "You were guarding our backs. I would have gotten you but it would have meant you would have had to abandon the defense. I just wasn't sure it was the right thing to do."
Trisha was aware that things didn't make a lot of sense, but neither did what happened down there. all she knew was that there was fighting and weird stuff with the mirror and she just had no idea what to do down there. She couldn't bear to fight her companions.
"I understand we should be punished, and I'll accept whatever punishment you give to me." she bowed her head, more tears dripping down her face. Lancealot was mad and they deserved whatever they got.
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My character's name: Trisha Character's journal link:link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Gold and white ribbons adorn her hair. Trisha is tall, and carries herself like A lady. She wears a fancy, beautiful cloak that seems to contain some sentimental value. It also has some blood stains along the edges. Trisha has a happy domineer with a kind smile and always seems willing to help people. Rank of character apprentice-knights.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 8:22 pm
When she felt a hand on her, she was expecting a blade against her neck, and she flinched, strangling down a scream of surprise. She looked up at Yuki, of all people, and her eyes filled with tears.
"Don't, please, not you, I can't take your mercy, please-" She tried to pull away from his hold, no longer horrified at his touch so much as terrified she was going to hurt him again. Jason came towards them and she crumpled, frustrated with their stubborn will. "Look at your necks. Look at your shoulder. Let me stay safe from you, or let me die at the blade of our great knights, but don't give me another chance to fail you."
She tore herself away from his hold, swiveled, and stared shamelessly up at his face. Her breath shuddered, and she fell, smacking headfirst into his arms.
She was weak. Again, and again she failed herself, and those she cared about, and she was doing it yet again by crumpling into his embrace and weeping with guilt compounded by the shame of giving in. She was too weak to fight Morgana, and now, she was too weak to stand, and too weak to give up on the affections and bare humanity she needed.
She couldn't even give up her friends to keep them safe. She was a monster.
Yuki had expected his contact to disturb her, though he didn't realize it wasn't that she was startled of him specifically... It had been the expectation of her being slain.
But he didn't let her go because of it. "Riley, it wasn't you." He tried to explain, reassure her. A quick glance back toward Lancelot found Jason speaking to the Great Knight and Yuki was thankful that he had stepped in. "I don't know much about magic, Riley, but I know enough to fear it."
His grip on her loosened when she was moving; he wanted to be supportive but he had no intentions of making her feel trapped. "Our necks will heal, and you didn't fire the arrow."
He stood in a rush when she swiftly pulled herself away, tense and assuming that Riley was about to storm off... Or shout at him... Anything to get him away from her, but certainly expecting something other than what happened.
Yuki caught her, stunned and silent the moment that she fell against him. The knight's arms wrapped around her shoulders again, tightly this time, without hesitation and offering support. "Don't give that evil the satisfaction; don't let it eat away at your soul." He said softly, close to her ear. Gently, he took careful steps back from Lancelot, trying to usher her with him so that she could reign her emotions outside of the man's immediate vicinity.
[Exiting - Yuki and Riley]
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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 Knight Sacred Points obtained: 14/100
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 9:01 pm
One hand on his forehead, Lancelot listened with as much patience as possible to the recounts and grievances of the other knights. He looked like he regretted all of this.
It was then that the side doors slammed open, and Mordred made his appearance. The violet knight looked out of breath, somewhere between panicked and hassled. It was starting to become one of his perpetual looks "I bring news about- about the king."
Lancelot nodded, curtly, and signaled towards what remained of the old war room.
"Wait for me here," Lancelot nodded to the knights still lingering, " I will speak to you when I am back."
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 9:02 pm
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If your character has FOLLOWED the two knights, roll a 1d4 and match the dice roll below. If you are noticed before you can follow, you are sent back. If you manage to roll successfully, you hear the full news/ whispers of what happened. You can only roll ONCE. Your character can be EITHER in this thread OR courtyard. They cannot be snooping in on both!. Once they finish snooping however, they can move around threads.
1. A knight catches you sneaking up behind him. He sends you back. 2-4. You trip over a few things but manage to make it to the room where they are talking. You listen behind the door.
Snippets of conversation could be already heard behind the door. It is mostly arguing, and then Lancelot grows silent.
"You are sure?" Lancelot's voice.
"I- I saw it from far away." There was a long pause. "I heard news of where the Great King was - and I found him in the middle of a terrible battle with the witch queen. He had the supper hand, but there was- there was a traitor in our midst-"
"-You mean Morgana," Lancelot interrupts- "If I recall correctly, you held them close to you-"
-"Yes, but I was under her spell," Mordred argued. "We all were. I absolutely believed that I did have a sibling, which now, I realize, I absolutely do not. Blaming each other is not going to help, we need to take immediate action. We need- we need to- retrieve the king's body and-" there was a choked sob.
A deep sigh. "The Great King was my closest friend and adviser. Let us not give up hope yet, I will find him and return him to Camelot."
"I will come," Mordred offered, "it is my duty as well-"
-"No. Defend Camelot. We do not need two great knights to leave. It will arouse suspicion. You have done enough. I will leave immediately - you must tell no one."
"You have my word, I will stay, and serve Camelot the best I can."
The footsteps start moving towards you. You decide it is best to flee before they find you.
Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 9:05 pm
[hi this happened before those posts ^ put on your pretending caps and make it so]
"They are all lying, Sir Lancelot," Mildred spoke up, a nonchalance in her tone where there probably should have been urgency. "After taking note of the effects that the mirror and gate, when merged, began to have on each other, I remained at a cautious distance, where I...ah, I can only assume that it was at this distance that I was able to escape the apparent enchantment placed upon my fellow knights by the Sidhe Queen. In fact, all of those near to it began acting in strange, erratic ways, all terribly contrary to the Code. They were turned against their brethren with the most paltry accusations and did not hesitate to kill of whom they were frightened. They are all a detriment. All of them."
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My character's name: Mildred Kercher 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: Wed May 13, 2015 9:06 pm
What could following really hurt at this point. Really.
He started to follow, because he was really tired of secrets and not knowing what was going on.
But he tripped over a broom. A broom of all things. And it let out a mighty clatter. Of course, he was caught red handed. Of course, he was directed by another knight to get back to where he was supposed to be.
Dammit.
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[b]My character's name:[/b] Wrath (Rathsvith is full name but does not go by this ever) [b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24688757]here![/url] [b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:[/b] Long dark hair often pulled partially or fully back, dark beard, dark tanned skin, brown eyes, very tall and very muscular (think viking like) [url=http://a2.cdn.gaiaonline.com/dress-up/avatar/ava/27/68/252069e86827_flip.png?t=1430879942_6.00_01] avvy ref![/url] [b]Rank of character[/b]Knight
Just looking at the expression on Lancelot's face made Jason want to shrivel up into nothing, but as he stood there he heard the door open and Mordred walk inside. Soon enough Lancelot and he had walked away
...He probably shouldn't...knew he shouldn't, but he did anyway, and glancing at Riley and Yuki as they moved on he hurried after the great knights. Somehow he managed to press himself against a wall and not be seen, able to hear parts of the conversation.
...Holy s**t they were screwed
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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 Apprentice-knight.
((sorry this was meant to go down for the first bit. I was still working on it when new content went up))
Micheal was still pissed. So very pissed. He grit his teeth together and tried not to act as pissed as he was, but his hands clenched anyways in frustration.
"Morgan led us down to do something about the shadowlings. There we met up with the two other knights and then they started arguing. Morgan had a plan. I didn't know how it would work but he was a great knight. He would know. He said something about sealing the shadows. It sounded like a great plan to me. But the others didn't like it, and then people started fighting. I defended Morgan up until things started getting weird. People were suddenly acting like not people and attacking everyone. And the fighting just got too choatic, I didn't want to attack anyone because that would have just made things worst."
Micheal paused. Would Lancelot approve of his fighting and then stopping? It seemed he might. Micheal didn't like stopping to fight but he honestly just didn't have a clue as to what was even going on. That and he didn't want to hurt his own comrades.
"I don't even understand why it got to blades so fast. I think people were all riled up because of the fighting we just did on the front lines. Problem was, it was on each other... not... well it turned out Morgan was one of those things. I mean, I don't even care that he was, but he turned us against each other and made us fight. Basically the enemy infiltrated us and waited for the right moment. Thing is there is more plants. He rewarded some of the ones who defended him. Not me, oddly enough. Then again I did stop when things got hectic. Or was it her, at any rate, we can't trust our own men right now. I don't think it's a good time to be picking new leaders."
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My character's name: Micheal Character's journal link:linklink BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and well build it is clear that Micheal once worked hard for a living. His hands contain calluses from handling a plow. His face is tanned along with ever bit of exposed skin, a testament to how long he was out in it. On his right arm is a series of scars as well as a tattoo of a tiger. Under the jacket on his shoulder is another tattoo of a star.
Micheal has a nice red cloak that was torn at some point. He still wears it. he also has a tool belt full of little items designed to be helpful in a bad situation. Over his shoulder he has a heavy ax slung which he carries with ease. He has a smile full of adventure, and a touch of mischief.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 9:25 pm
She was sorry for Lancelot for all the information flushed to him, the scolding session would continue if not Mordred the Violet Knight barged in with an urgent expression. The two went outside and Shu tried to follow at back, but she unfortunately kicked a bucket and made a sound.
Peeking, she saw some successfully overhearing the conversation.
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My character's name: Dong Shu Lei, Shu for short (Black) Character's journal link: Pat the raven BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Petite and light, she's just like a baby raven. The female knight apprentice wore a set of light dark armor had a body better than the hunter in another world, small but not flat bless. Abundance of raven hair was tied up and adorned with a small raven skull pin, she was nicknamed the "Child of Raven". Cheerful, friendly but serious in her battle, Shu's choice of weapon is a pair of chakram that matches with her swiftness and agility.
Lancelot was the knight Wilson had pledged himself to. Of course he wanted to try and sneak after the two Great Knights to try and hear what they were going to talk about. He was sure it was going to be horrible news and he didn't want to hear it, but, still.
Except he sort of got caught by another knight.
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My character's name: Wilson Hopkins Character's journal link:link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERlink; somewhat tall and a bit on the scrawny side, but has muscle where it counts. Black hair that tapers, the ends cling to his neck and barely brush his shoulders. Red-brown eyes and a pleasant smile. Rank of character 1d8
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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 (1dcool
It came as a shock when one of the knights she had praised her in turn, even going so far as suggest she should become a great knight.
"You do me a great honor." Pokerus smiled, gripping Joy's hand in turn. "Though I am amazed anyone could think so highly of me." She sure as heck didn't, but she appreciated Joy's words all the same.
Although Lancelot didn't appear to be to impressed, and upon seeing his expression she hung her head again. Up until he was called away by Mordred. With a frown she quietly followed them, wanting to know what was going on.
Crouching behind a corner she listened, and froze when she realized what was going on.
s**t was going down.
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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 Apprentice-knight.
