Oh right. Quiet. Wrath gave Na an apologetic look before making a motion with his hand as if he was zipping his lip, a smile creeping up his lips shortly after, though that too faded when his gaze followed hers back towards their weapons.
But then he scoffed. "A little fire. Big deal." Of course, it helped to see that other people were able to reach in and grab their weapons, coming out of it seemingly unscathed. "Would you like me to retrieve yours for you?" His tone was innocent, too innocent. Teasing, most likely.
With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Wrath headed towards his weapon, stopping in front of it, and reaching in slowly.
It burned. What the bloody hell? But after the way he had boasted, he couldn't just back down now, could he? Gritting his teeth, he pressed his hand further into the flame, the burning sensation intensifying, the skin on his hand blistering, cracking, oozing, red and raw, sizzling and horrible....
He closed his hand around the pommel of his sword and pulled it out. His hand was fine, as perfect as it had been before he had placed it in the flames.
"It hurts." He warned her, though he knew that despite his earlier (somewhat joking) offer, she would still want to do it herself.
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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
Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 10:27 am
Na'ima watched a young man reach for his ax, her grasp on Wrath tightening for a moment as she tensed at the sight of him. A girl followed him, doing the same. No, even with them coming out unscathed there was no way she was sticking her hand in that. They were not Morgana's chosen, how did they not know that perhaps the fire was meant to protect weapons from them? It was clearly a trap. How could it be anything else. When Wrath spoke up and glared at him. Please.
He stepped toward the flames and she was tempted to stop him. What the hell was he doing!? What if it--oh god. Her hands clenched into tight fists as she watched his hand closely, her lips pressing together in a tight line. "Wrath, stop--" he removed his hand before she could finish. Immediately Na'ima stepped up to him and took his hand, being cautious of the sword blade, and checked it.
He was fine. Not a new scratch on him. Narrowed eyes turned up to his face before she then looked to the fire. She saw her halberd, she needed it. And so, with a very unhappy look, she reached into the flames. It truly did feel as fire should. Her other hand came up and her teeth clamped down around the knuckle of one finger to keep herself from crying out. She only looked at her weapon, she refused to watch the way the fire peeled back her glove and sleeve and then her skin, the flesh bubbling and blistering and then splitting open as it was unable to handle the heat. Finally she grasped the handle of her weapon and pulled her arm back, stepping back far away from the fire.
Na'ima refused to admit she was shaking as she looked down at her hand. She was fine. It had hurt, but she was fine. She let out a slow breath though slightly parted lips, relaxing herself. "Let's go."
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My character's name: Na'ima Saab Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERSee here 5'9", dark skin, black dreadlock hair, amber gold eyes. Long-limbs, agile. Wearing a long black dress with high slits up to her hips, and tall black boots accented with red. There is a tattoo on the inside of her left wrist of a single black and red-feathered wing. Na'ima is quiet and keeps to herself, and is usually seen with a black scarf wrapped around her head like a hood to attempt to hide most of her facial features. She bears Morgana's butterfly mark on the front of her right shoulder. Rank of character Knight
Here were the red butterflies again, she saw a casket but nothing weird of it. It hurts when she reached hands out to grab the longbow.
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My character's name:Huang Lan Yu (Yu) Character's journal link: Shoot the arrow ➵ BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Yu is a tall and slim lady who's a bit clueless sometimes, she's diligent and serious as an apprentice who was the loyal believer of practice makes perfect. Like a beautiful dark elf archer, her long hair was braided and cascaded over her shoulder.
Although a longbow user, she can be ferocious as a lion, making use of the poisons and various plants to empower the damage output. Her interests in plants gained her the name of "witch" but her goal was to become a hero like her parents. She wore male outfits normally, inside her rose gold light armor. It was used, with many scratches all over it.
The metal cuff bracelet was the only thing she possessed as a survivor. Rank of character: Apprentice - 1d4
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 10:39 am
[Ruth Enters]
The blonde's hands ran along the wall's surface, trying to feel for any possible triggers for traps or other unpleasant surprises. There were butterflies here, and as Ruth had neither mark nor curse nor promise of Morgana, they meant nothing to her. Just pests that she thought ought to be burned with the aid of the flickering torches.
At the end, she found the weapons. From behind her blonde fringes, blue eyes scanned in search of her javelin, or, hell, even her cudgel. The blunt object had served her well, save for that one instance prior to Lancelot's arrival. And even then, the lack of blood on it was a good thing.
Finally, her gaze fell upon the weapon she was searching for, and she scowled angrily at all the butterflies and the fact it was on fire. Her hands balled into fists, clenching and unclenching as she debated with herself whether or not she ought to abandon it for something else.
But More or Less was calling to her and that in itself was reason enough to ignore her rational side and try to reclaim what was rightfully hers. With the pool of water, it had been a memory -one she could not recall right now. With the fire, it was pain that rushed through her, searing and singing, the stench of charring flesh sharp and foul in her nose. She grit her teeth, pressed on until she grasped the handle and cursed herself and her greed and stupidity and inability to deny her want for the weapon.
She would regain it but at the cost of her hand.
Her hand that wasn't actually burnt? Blue eyes blinked dumbly but decided she was better off elsewhere even without answers. Without another word or a backward glance, Ruth left.
[RUTH EXITS]
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My character's name:Ruth Character's journal link:[x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short, blonde, and frail-looking, Ruth's eyes are always obscured either by her bangs or by a headgear. Rank of character Knight Sacred Points obtained: 13/100
He watched her closely when she reached in to grab her halberd, not liking for one moment the fact that she would be hurting herself by doing it. And while he might have remained stoically calm throughout (or so he thought, at least) he could see every small signal that she was in pain, the tightening of her eyes, the bite down on her finger.
Still, he was proud of her accomplishment when she was through, and when she approached him again, he brought up a hand to brush knuckles against her cheek. "You are an extraordinary woman, you know that, right?" He smiled, and while he would have liked to kiss her trembling hand, to soothe whatever phantom pain may yet reside, he managed to refrain, at least having enough common sense in that moment to know that she would likely not want him to draw attention to it, to let on that he knew it had been hard for her.
So instead, he continued to smile. "After you, M'lady!"
((Exit))
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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
Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 11:42 am
The corner of her lips quirked up in a smile as Wrath touched her face and spoke to her. Her free hand came up to gently hold his, delicate fingers lacing between larger ones and giving his hand an affectionate squeeze. "Mm, I have good inspiration," she replied, gazing up at him a moment longer before adding, "a reminder every now and then helps, too."
Na'ima released his hand and nodded her head, making her way out of the room and down the corridor again.
[ EXIT ]
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My character's name: Na'ima Saab Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERSee here 5'9", dark skin, black dreadlock hair, amber gold eyes. Long-limbs, agile. Wearing a long black dress with high slits up to her hips, and tall black boots accented with red. There is a tattoo on the inside of her left wrist of a single black and red-feathered wing. Na'ima is quiet and keeps to herself, and is usually seen with a black scarf wrapped around her head like a hood to attempt to hide most of her facial features. She bears Morgana's butterfly mark on the front of her right shoulder. Rank of character Knight
The brunette careened down the corridor, barely minding anyone she might be bumping into. Under normal circumstances, she might have stopped to apologize, perhaps even helped them back to their feet and engage in a conversation to ensure that all was well between them and that there were no hard feelings. Or if there were, they were more than welcome to settle it in a more physical manner. But her current circumstance wasn't normal. She'd just escaped prison and managed to keep herself from being executed.
Now she, along with her fellow Knights, were running blind down into corridors. Joy didn't know why she went into the left, not entirely. Just that it seemed to be the best place to go. She brushed aside a butterfly, unconcerned about its color, and ignorant of their meaning and significance to the events. She completely ignoring the fluttering insects up until she couldn't. Because they were clustering around her weapon and while Joy didn't understand what was going on, she sure as ******** knew she needed her weapon back.
She waved at them, trying to scatter their number and still they roosted like a great red cape draped on her staff. But that wasn't the real problem. No, the problem at hand was the fact whoever placed her weapon here had taken steps to make sure it was going to stay put. Even from this distance, Joy could feel the heat of the flames.
She steeled herself for the pain that was to come and her face wrenched in agony as she thrust her hand into the fire. The flames licked at her skin and burned her, charring until everything was black and the white-hot excruciating pain was lancing up her arm. She bit back the scream but allowed her mouth to pull into a twisted smile of delight even before her fingers curled around the handle. Finally, she pulled her arm back, triumphant in its retrieval and even more triumphant for not succumbing to the illusion.
[JOY EXITS]
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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 Knight Sacred Points obtained: 20/100
Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 12:04 pm
[Arrakis enters]
He really hadn't had any firm idea as to which corridor to pick first. The leftmost corridor seemed as good a choice as any. He was torn between a fervent desire to get as far away as he could and to figure out once and for all what was going on and fix it. Until he made up his mind, he supposed he'd go through the options one by one if possible. Arrakis' hand went instinctively to rest on his sword and he felt a pang when his gesture met empty air. ...Well, this was better than doing nothing...
Walking down the corridor, he tracked the torches idly as he passed. One, two, three... He didn't really think he'd get lost or anything, but it was worth the effort and would occupy his mind besides. He really wasn't sure what his next step should be. If he did find the exit, would he really take it? He still felt a nagging sense of duty in the back of his mind. Even if he didn't know, really, on whom he should focus that sense of duty. But there had to be something still worth salvaging in all of this. Maybe... the King would come back? Arrakis tried to focus his optimistic nature on that, tried to ignore the doubts at the edges of his mind trying to wear away that conviction that it would all work out somehow.
That weird humming was certainly a distraction, but Arrakis didn't pay it too terribly much mind.
...That was certainly a lot of butterflies, though.
He'd noticed the red insects starting to accumulate in number the further he walked, paying them an increasing amount of interest and attention out of sheer curiosity. Where was it they were going? Figuring he probably had very little to lose as long as he was careful, he decided to follow them actively rather than passively happening to go in the same direction. Before too long, this brought him to the end of the hall.
...He did not want to approach that empty casket at all. Even if that's where the butterflies seemed to be congregating. Arrakis gave it a wide berth, or at least as wide as he could, declining the option of approaching it at all closely. ...Besides, something else had caught his eye. Weapons, aflame. His eye was immediately drawn to one that was very familiar to him.
Hadyn!
Of course, there was the matter of the fire to contend with. He didn't have anything to scoop the sword out with, or anything that would protect him from burning should he reach in. ...'Should he'? Of course he was going to. There was no way he couldn't. Steeling himself, Arrakis approached and reached into the fire towards his sword.
The pain was incredible. It made his head and vision swim. He didn't dare close his eyes, and so he watched as his skin blackened and curled away from the raw, red, angry skin underneath it that shortly also began to blacken. A hoarse gasp and he squeezed his eyes shut for just a moment, tears stinging the corners as he felt his fingers brush something. He gritted his teeth so hard he could have sworn he felt one crack as he grabbed hold of the hilt and pulled...
...And then everything was fine. He had Hadyn in his hands, both of which completely intact. Or at least, not marred by the fire. Panting and drenched in sweat, Arrakis put the sword at his side again and whirled, headed back for the beginning of the passageway as fast as his legs would carry him.
[Arrakis exits]
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My character's name: Arrakis Dismth Character's journal link: [xXx] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Arrakis is tall and built as if still growing into his body, with long arms and legs and shoulders that will broaden eventually. His long auburn hair is almost always worn back in a braid to keep it well out of his way. An active individual, he prefers to spend most of his time doing things that keep him moving (such as sword drills) and the tan lines on his olive skin show his love of being outside. Rank of character 1d6
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 12:12 pm
[Lawrence]
Lawrence did not feel right at all, and as they went through the corridors he found himself separated from the others once again, brought to the corridor that was marked by its abundance of fire, he had spent so long motionless in the prison that his muscles were stiff and sore as he made his way along the long path. He had found no answers to the riddle that was his life before or who he was, all there had been was that disconnected vision, the image of himself pursuing something important, someone important. He was quite sure that he had briefly met the man not long ago, but the click, the epiphany he had expected had not come. He was still in the dark.
The butterflies drew his notice and he raised a slender hand to the mark on his cheek. Morgana had chosen him or at the very least had noticed his loyalty to chaos. It was not loyalty in the true sense of the word, he did not owe fealty to anyone, merely a tenuous and nebulous attachment to a concept.
The butterflies led to a huge armoury of weapons, wreathed in what appeared to be flames. Before he could step forward however, the butterflies drew together, shaping into a silhouette which spoke to him, though more than that DREW him to it, seized his thoughts and his mind and brought them to heel.
In a brilliant shining moment he had a purpose, a function, a reason to be and it was perfect.
He would do whatever Morgana asked him and defeating her son became all that mattered.
He did not seem to pay the fire around his weapon any heed, though it burned it did not matter to him, he required it as a means to an end and retrieved it with all the sureness and entitlement of one who understood his purpose and function in an absolute sense. His skin peeled, his nerves roared in agony.
And then it was over.
He gave the tiniest, most subtle hint of a smile and turned, walking back out of the corridor he was in, intending to go and exact his function.
[EXIT]
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My character's name: Lawrence Weiman Character's journal link:[Event][ Non - Event ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Surprisingly short, Lawr is very very pale, with sharp angular features and cold, unfeeling blue eyes. He moves with strange, almost robotic repetition at times and on the whole gives the uncanny impression of something wearing a human skin rather than an actual human being. [Unarmoured image] Rank of character Knight
Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 12:19 pm
[ENTERING FROM KNOWLEDGE]
Koray rubbed at the side of his head. Squinting when he saw the butterflies the male paused. Saw the casket and decided that was not the place to go to. Oh...he saw his staff leaning on the wall. There we are...he reached out for it and yelped. Okay...that was hot...oh crap no that's more than hot....oh crap oh spirits oh God!!! He pulled his staff back to him and blinked...
Oh...
Nothing. Well don't that beat all. He twirled his staff as he rumaged in his bag. finding a few pieces of dried bread he grinned. he knew he had something...
[EXIT BACK TO KNOWLEDGE] let's kill us a knight
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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 Knight. 1d8 Sacred Points obtained: 25/100
Mmur was still shaky by the time the rest escaped. He shuffled down the hall, knights passing him on all sides, and followed the crowd... here. To Butterfly Land.
When he reached inside the casket, not even he knew whether he really wanted the weapon inside or whether he was just trying to punish himself.
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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, shoulder armor covered with small red gems, bright red mantle with yellow detailing, orange gauntlets, orange tabard tied around his waist, no shirt or shoes. Can't read. Rank of character Knight Faction: Violet
Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 3:22 pm
[ Enter ]
Stopping she turns to look at him and smiles happily at his declaration then nods "Right! We'll try to stick together from here on!" she says happily before continuing down the Corridor
It was lit with torches all the way down on both sides of the wall and soon red... butterflies? Came into view... She found them odd yet beautiful but aside from that they nor the vague humming she could hear meant anything to her the only real thing that mattered at the moment was that the call she'd heard was getting stronger... Deeper and deeper she went as more butterflies appear until finally the heat of flames other then the torches came to her attention! There along the walls were rows of weapons covered in red butterflies and burning with a strange flame! Many of the weapons looked like ones other knights were carrying and it soon occures to Camilla that what might have been calling her was her own weapons! "Ah! Shayne! Look at all the weapons! Ours might be here too!" she exclaims excitedly before running further down the hallway she didn't wait for him mostly because she was too excited about getting her weapons back and also because his might be right near the entrance for all she knew
She follows the call searching the rows of weapons until she see them! Buyou Rouzu! Plus her Rapier and Main Gauche too boot! Quickly she heads over and stops in front of the flaming weapons before frowning... Seeing them burning like caused a knot of worry to form in her stomach... Yet after seeing they were not being harmed by the flames she relaxes question now was how would she get them? Her anxiety began to rise as her weapon's call was loud and insistent... strangely all three called not yet Buyou Rouzu and that further began to set her determination... She needed her weapons! And... They needed her! They were a team! She couldn't protect or save Camelot without them and without someone to use them their existence would be dull and boring!
Finally it was with determination in her eyes that after taking a steadying breath she plunges both hands into the fire! The pain was searing as the smell of burning cloth and skin fills her nose but she wouldn't give up! Her pain didn't matter! To protect to save she'd have to suffer pain! The pain was agonizing but still she reaches forwards until her hands clasp around the weapons in her right hand she held Buyou Rouzu and in her left both the Rapier and Main Gauche when she felt she had a good enough hold on them she quickly pulls her arms out of the flames only to find that everything was fine!
Blinking in confusion for a long moment she looks over her arms, hands, and even weapons... there wasn't any charing or burnt places heck there wasn't even any soot! "Wow... That must have just been a illusion..." she says after a bit more searching the pain had ended the moment she'd pulled everything out of the flames and everything looked fine... So a illusion was the only thing it could be! After sighing in relief glad that she didn't just have to sacrifice her limbs Camilla begins tying her weapons onto her belt in their proper places once finished she sighs dreamily and relaxes a bit... She now felt whole and secure once more... She hadn't even realized the feelings of emptiness and vulnerability that came with her weapons being taken from her until they were returned
After running her hands over the weapons just to sort of confirm they were back where they belonged she smiles and turns back towards the way she came her weapons had stopped calling her now that they were back with her and now Camilla felt for some reason that this was not the way out... She also needed to find Shayne and so with those thoughts in mibd she made her way back towards the fork in the road on the way there she eventually finds Shayne and bounds up to him excitedly "Shayne! I found my weapons! Look!" she exclaims excitedly then spreads her hands to show off the three weapons on her belt before putting her hand on the black lacquered Scabbard resting on her left hip "I got my Sacred Weapon earlier! Look!" she says excitedly eager to show off Buyou Rouzu
After making sure there was enough space between them to safely draw her sword she unsheathes the sharp edged black lacquered Bokken and holds it up to the light careful to keep it away from the flames "Shayne I'd like you to meet my Sacred Weapon! Buyou Rouzu! Or Dancing Rose in our language heh! She's a Bokken! A wooden sword and normally they don't have sharp edges but Buyou Rouzu does! Her's are very sharp just like my Rapier!" she explains excitedly before showing the still healing cut on her thumb then laughing a bit and moves to hold the blade with the Mune(Blade back) against her palm while looking at the sword fondly for a long moment "I... Also regained one of my memories when I got her..." she says her voice suddenly becoming softer
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 3:44 pm
TK exited into the left corridor on a whim. Although he had escaped the dungeon in a sense of urgency, now he had slowed his pace to a leisurely walk. The hallway is dark, but torches decorate each side, and the flames flicker steadily as he walked deeper in. Eyes widened slightly when he spotted a single red butterfly hovering around one of the torches, but thought little of it. It was only when they began to appear more frequently that TK began to furrow his brows and wonder what the insects’ presence indicated. Was it good or bad? He could not tell.
When he arrived to the end of the line and took in the clusters of bright red butterflies covering the weapons, TK hummed thoughtfully. Now that he had some time to ponder the creatures over, he could not help but think the butterflies were related to the Queen, but he had never met her. He could not be sure.
The butterflies seemed to hum, but he paid little heed to their sounds. He merely stepped forward, fearlessly reaching out toward his weapon. The flames that covered his staff danced in the glow of his eyes, but TK continued to reach out without hesitation. It would hurt, and he would likely need to seek medical assistance, but even if heaven fell the knight would still reach for his weapon. He cannot help but believe that the weapon called out to him, perhaps even laughing as he revealed no fear when he grabbed it. He squinted at the pain, the fire dancing around his pale, bony fingers as they gripped the Bo staff. Without a moment to lose, he pulled it out and the pain immediately dissipated.
He looked down at the staff and his hand, free of any burns and heat. It had only been a trick of the mind. He turned around.
exit
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My character's name: TK Character's journal link:link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and incredibly skinny; seems like the wind could blow him down. Incredibly-pale skin with hollow cheeks and sunken eyes. Golden eyes. Rank of character 1d8
Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 4:01 pm
Jason was refusing to leave her alone, which mirrored her own feelings on the situation, but she held out her weapon to him with a soft, knowing grin, as a silent reminder that she didn't need to put a third person in danger of the butterflies to retrieve it, therefore it was better to stay safely behind until they returned.
She saw the look in Yuki's eyes, without realizing that her own were mimicking that same urge, but he should have known better than to think she would run if they were in danger. She kept silent, but her lips pursed, enough of an answer evident in her stubborn expression.
Yuki convinced Jason to head in, and she watched from a distance, her eyes never leaving their backs even as they reached for their weapons through the fire. Both of her hands covered her mouth in cold terror as they attempted it, frozen in that position until she could see that they were unharmed. Relief flooded her, and she bounced on her toes as she watched them return.
The corridors loomed behind her, and she turned at Yuki's question to help choose which one. Her position allowed her only to watch as he zipped off wordlessly down one, without waiting for input. She turned to Jason, just in time to hear him choose his own path as well.
In a moment, he was gone, and she was left alone to make decisions for herself. In the short time she could remember, this had notoriously been a bad situation for her to find herself in. She didn't want to choose.
Jason sounded like he knew what he was doing, at least. Yuki had run off without a word, as if possessed. In the end, it was that reaction that made her decision for her, because paranoia whispered in her ear of possession, and it's ability to lure.
"Be careful!" She cried out to Jason. "Find us when you're done!" It would have to be enough, as she started to tiptoe quietly down the path Yuki had disappeared through.
[Exit]
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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
Wilson could not understand why he had chosen the left exit, it had not been calling out to him per say. Perhaps it had been because he had not been paying attention to which corridor he ran into. He only wished to flee from the prison as soon as possible for fear of getting caught by Galahad and the other knights again. The tunnel was dim, so he quickly slowed down to a careful walking pace as his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness. The torches, at least, made navigating through the corridor easier. Then again, the knight only had to keep walking in a straight line, it was not very difficult.
His attention were drawn to the butterflies that occasionally flew through the tunnels. One even seemed to flutter near his head and childishly he tried to reach out toward it, but it brushed his fingers before escaping his grasp. His gaze followed after it, watching it bob up and down before finally joining a writhing cluster of butterflies that were equally as bright red as it.
He blinked, leaning his head back as he looked at the mass of butterflies that were constantly fluttering around what appeared to be rows and rows of weapons. Wide eyes looked at each weapon as a thought occurred to him. Is this where his confiscated weapon lay?
Eventually, he managed to spot the pale blue scales of his bow and he stepped toward it, but suddenly paused when the butterflies seemed to transform into flames. He blinked, rubbing his eyes to see if the visage would fade, but it did not. A part of him wondered if it was the butterflies playing tricks on him, or if the flames were genuine.
Wilson closed his eyes and slowly reached toward the flames. As they began to lick his fingers, he could feel the heat and pain crawling up his hand. He opted for quickly grabbing his bow and pulling it out of the heat as soon as possible, and at that point the burning had disappeared. Fearfully, he backed away and run.
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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
