Trepidation filled him when they were summoned back to the lake to greet their new temporary leaders, and it only grew when he learned there was more for him to do personally. There were many reasons why he hadn't volunteered to sacrifice himself, and hopping into a lake had just been added to the list. But he was in this for the long haul, so he joined the tail of the mass of knights shuffling toward their doom, and when it was his turn, he took a shimmering branch from the tree.
While the choice to follow had been in his hands, the progression forward was not. Brenley could no more stop his journey into the lake than he could let go of the branch. He managed to struggle briefly as he was pulled beneath the surface of the pearly water, but his logical mind stilled his limbs and slowed his heart when he saw the woman and the orbs. Everything was all right. Had they wanted to kill him before this, they'd had plenty of opportunities. It was also quite pretty down here. As long as he wasn't dying, his curiosity demanded he get a proper look.
He reached out, one of the wisps dancing between his fingers.
The mixture swirled in front of him, a green-tinged mess of roots, leaves, and powders he'd obtained from the city. In theory, it should work to stop his mother's persistent cough and help her get back to selling her own questionable remedies. But this wasn't theoretical anymore. If he handed this to her to drink, he had to be sure it wouldn't kill her instead.
Bren's hand was shaking as he wrapped cold fingers around the glass vial—one of the few they could afford—and brought it to his lips. It tasted of moss and dried leaves, and it clogged his throat on the way down, almost forcing him to cough it back up. He was careful to only drink half. It he didn't die, there would be plenty left for her.
He waited.
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Mmur watched Lancelot call another of his fellows forth as their violet representative with a quirk of his head, unsure as to how he felt. He had never been willing to just sacrifice himself and had always planned on going out with a bang. Maybe the former Great Knight had seen that in him.
Well...
It was of little consequence now. He had a flower crown and he was traipsing through a lake. What more could he ask for? Mmur grabbed a branch without hesitation, following the lit trail into the water with wide, joyful eyes. He didn't notice when his bare foot brushed a wisp, but the swirling vision that buffeted him made him suck in a lungful of sparkling water.
"They're pink."
Sussara climbed up beside him, hands already propped on her hips as soon as she had regained her footing. She sighed. The valley stretched beneath them, the entirety of their land laid out before their eyes. The sprawling house, the far barn, the fields, and their cattle, every last cow a vibrant pink.
"Who would paint them pink?"
"You know who." Mmur's eyes were narrow slits. He stared off in the direction of their neighbor's farm, his fists clenching threateningly.
"Narb."
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Mmur's hands remained tight at his sides as he stalked down the hill toward Narb's house, pink cows burned into his mind's eye. He knocked on the door, hard, rattling it in its frame. No one answered.
"How do you even make pink paint?" Sussara had followed along gamely, but she was clearly out of breath and would be more of a hindrance now than a help.
"Go home, Sus."
"They're my cows too."
He didn't even have to look at her to see her frown or the little wrinkle between her brows. Mmur smirked.
"Fine." He turned to Narb's chickens, clucking away around their coop. "Just don't get in my way while I'm gluing down the chickens' feet."
Micheal did take the blessing. He still was feeling unsure of Lancelot and unsure of what exactly was going on. But he would fight with them, not against. Their survival depended on it. Micheal knew on some level that this really was a last chance, if they failed... Micheal chose not to think about that. If he died it would be in battle. That was all that mattered.
He took it and followed the path to the lake, almost mesmerized. When the women grabbed him he fought, struggled, Micheal was not exactly the best of swimmers.
But after a long time he figured out that he some how could breath the water. He wasn't dead, well that was good. A rest? What manner of blessing was this? Micheal didn't really mind as long as it was helping and not hurting.
Gone. There was urgency, a need to find the missing one. People who he half knew were running about as he was woken from a hazy sleep.
Missing.
She was missing. did he know, no he did not. A moment later his boots were on. And he was out the door.
Was this he wondered, a dream? A reality?
He ran, getting into the woods calling out a name, over and over. He wasn't alone. They had moved with ease a practiced ease he didn't know they had. Someone he knew well.
But then they heard a scream. His legs moved without him thinking as he ran head first, letting out a cry to catch the attention of those hungry enough to eat human flesh. A moment later the ax swung just before a blow that would have killed.
"Go with Joy!"
He did know her. It was still hazy. But that girl he always felt so comfortable with. He knew her. Even as he forgot much, a hand went up to touch that bandanna, the one that was not his.
They would be arriving back soon. Trisha had worked hard to make sure everything was right, the roast was done in that perfect medium rare, the turkey had been plucked and stuffed and was just now finishing the last few minutes in the oven.
she had baked several treats for them too, covered in strawberries and the other fruit of spring.
they did not arrive too soon. The moment they walked in the door, Trisha was ready, waiting. hands folded as they came in and scrapped the mud off their boots. the horses were led away to the stables to be unsaddled and groomed from their long journey.
"How did it go Daddy?" she asked. It could have gone either very bad, and he would appreciate the warm home welcoming, or it went really well an he would love a good feast in cerebration. She made sure not to make it a party, but enough to be happy either way.
Instead of answering he walked forward and swept her off her feet and placed a peck on her cheek.
She smiled and squealed a little, it was very unlady like but in that moment she didn't care. she merely wrapped her arms around him.
"What's this? A feast? How kind of you." He strode in, still carrying her for a few steps before finally setting her back down. "Men my daughter has welcomed us home with a feast. Be sure to give her your thanks."
Trisha flushed as several of the younger men shouted her their thanks and the older ones, spoke more quietly. She sat at the table with them, quietly smiling as they enjoyed her hard work.
Whispers of shadows were spoken in low voices but in the moment she hardly noticed, simply pleased that everyone else was on this day.
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((Hostility))
Lost? Who had she lost? Wrath was here..did she have family, perhaps? Na'ima frowned, shaking her head. She was very, very tired of these games. Angry, she reached out to snatch back what she hoped was hers. It belonged to her, why did they keep taking it away?
Darkness, a star-filled sky but no moon to light the way. Here and there were candle-lit windows and street lanterns hanging on posts, and all was well and quiet with the night. Or, well, it was until there came a masculine shout of displeasure and a window was forced open. Na'ima crawled out of it, her entire body wrapped tightly in black to obscure her every defining feature. She reached up and pulled herself onto the roof, making a run for it until she could jump into a tree and climb down. She could hear shouting still, see torches in the distance trying to find her and follow her, but she kept running.
Na'ima ran until something caught her by the leg, sending her flying up into the air hanging by her foot. No! She flailed and reached up to cut herself free, managing to do so just in time to catch sight of a large figure coming her way. With a grunt she rolled, jumping to her feet just in time to avoid a large axe blade being embedded into the dirt where her head had been. He picked it up, swinging it at her again, which very nearly hit her. By the time he swung it again she had managed to unsheathe a dagger and catch the blade, though it sent her flying into the bushes. She crawled away, making not a sound as she manage to escape the shrubbery and make her way behind him and climb the tree nearest him. The large man gave a growl, a vicious snarl as he looked all around until suddenly the woman dropped from the tree. She knocked him down with her weight and, well, a dagger through the back of his neck.
The shouts were getting closer, drawn in by the sound of activity nearby. Cursing quietly, Na'ima grabbed her bag and took off into the night, escaping without a trace.
Na'ima gasped as she climbed out of the water and pulled herself onto the shore again, remaining on her hands and knees with her head bowed. Her entire body shook, adrenaline from a remnant of memory she couldn't recall. "I'll get them back," she muttered to herself, shaking her head. "I'll get them all back."
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((Arrakis -- Grief ))
He rolled the branch he'd chosen between his palms, marveling quietly at the colour of it, trying to move past his shock of being chosen, of seeing Lancelot kneeling to them. He wasn't sure about this blessings bit, but he was not one to turn down any possible advantage he could receive. They would need all the help they could get, he knew. He followed the lighted path leading him to the lake as if compelled, and he supposed he probably was. On the one hand it was unnerving, but on the other he supposed there wasn't much he could or should do about it and so he should probably just go along with it. Other people seemed to be doing much the same, so there was probably no cause for concern.
Certainly not as much concern as him being the leader of the Blues. All of that was still quite frankly a bit of a blur. He was still playing Lancelot's words over and over in his mind. Him. He'd been the one chosen for that. Him. Had he done the right thing, volunteering? Had he? Lancelot apparently believed in him, so he was going to have to believe in himself. ...Well, he was going to try, anyway. He could do this. He could.
He could.
Arrakis almost didn't realise it when he'd reached the lake shore itself, so wrapped up in his thoughts he'd been. Without missing a beat, he began to enter the water, clothing and armour and all. His reflection disappearing gave him a start. What in the actual- Was that-
When she grabbed his legs and pulled, there was a distinct moment of panic as he went under. He held his breath instinctively, even as the warmth washed over him, relaxed him. The back of his mind screamed in protest even as the rest of him was soothed and opened his eyes and mouth and inhaled...
And was fine.
He only had a moment to marvel at this as he took in the countless orbs of light around him. Arrakis couldn't help a small smile as the feeling of familiarity he got from the lot of them. Alright, this... wasn't so bad. This was something he could almost get used to, to be honest...
...Resting? God, but he was tired. Yes, he was tired. He could have wept with the idea of finally getting to rest, and a sob caught in his throat at the thought of it. The wisps around him formed into flickers here and there of voices he could almost hear, faces he could almost see, but nothing he could tangibly grab and know.
So, he reached out and touched one.
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No, no, no, no! Silent screaming, fingers clenched so tight around his arms that his knuckles were white and his fingernails were turning red. Choking on the sobs in his chest and throat. Bedding drenched in sweat and thrown to the floor. Shaking hands releasing his arms to run through his hair over and over and over, catching on the places where a comb had not been for days. Rocking back and forth, trying to banish the nightmares of fire that had come again. As they always came. Again and again and again. Reminding him what he had lost, what he would never, ever, ever have back again.
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Then it was over, and he wasn't sure what "it" even was. He knew he felt exhausted suddenly, even with the warmth of the lake comforting him, but beyond that... he didn't know. Taking another breath and marveling that he could do that underwater at the moment, Arrakis moved for the surface and the lake shore. He had work he still needed to do. He had a purpose.
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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 1d8
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[ Shu - Anger ]
Lancelot announced his pick, Shu was displeased and questioned his choice. The man he picked was more like a leader material rather than a sacrifice. Anyway, she didn't have the power to change his mind, she hoped she won't regret it later - for not objecting his decision at that moment. The Lady in White gave her a similar vibe like the Lake, as the others plucked the branch, she simply followed.
Didn't expect to be enthralled to the lake, she made some failed attempts to stay still. The black knight found herself moving into the water, the reflection on the mirror-like surface vanished and replaced by a woman in white dress. Her eyes widened in surprise, struggled to climb back to the surface when she took a grasp at her ankle and pulled her down.
Her raven hair floated above her and she breathed in for oxygen as a natural response. To her confusion, she could breathe normally and it felt like - comfortable and relaxing, like mother's cradle when she was inside her body. She was still sinking with her weight, she looked up the far surface and saw some light orbs. Shu reached out to touch them, as if they belonged to her a long time ago. The question whispered was promising: a rest....it sounded like a great idea.
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She seldom get angry, not that she won't, but her personality was simply like that. She born as a cheerful girl, enjoyed encircling by her dear family. Sometimes a younger kid or so would steal her bread from her, but she never snap at them for which she knew they all suffered in this world.
She hardly yelled at someone. Even when naughty kids in village pulled her hair or her sibling played a prank on her, she was calm and easy-going.
She only felt the emotion when her family was hurt, by the others. She would stand and protect them by all means, her family was everything for her. She would glare at the person harassing her sisters, she would step on the man who bullied her younger brother, she would punch the boy mocking her twin. She could do anything for them, she was deliberate to protect her family.
They were her religion.
That day was a mistake. And - it was that day she felt the emotion swallowed her alive. Anger turned her into a wild beast, her warm amber eyes changed into a dangerous uptight color. She was enraged, she didn't feel the dagger dug into her palm and she was bleeding badly.
They destroyed her belief and hope, they killed everyone. The hatred that sow a long time ago finally sprouted, vines burst out from the hate seed and crawled around her broken heart. She once had a happy family, now only cold bodies black in color. The cells of wrath circulated in her bloods and reached every single part of her petite body, they called to bite, to tear and to kill.
She snapped at anyone who wanted to get near, to take them away from her. She snarled and howled in ire, the dagger's sliver light clawed at people getting into her territory. They wanted to separate them from her, they were going to burn the bodies into ash so that the plague won't spread. Her clothes already soaked in bloods from the human head she was holding, in a position like holding a treasure box. It was her brother, the boy that promised to bring others to reunite with her outside the village. She was shaking, her fingernails felt nothing after long hours of digging through the remains.
The stalemate persisted for a long while before they took a chance of her tiredness and spaced out. She was caught, pressed against the ground by the knights as she consumed all her energy to fight back. She made angry growls like a threatening animal as they detached the wet dagger without a handle from her blood-soaked hand. She glared at the men approaching the blackened bodies of her family and reacted, struggled to claw at them, fling them off her family and took her brother's head back. She felt she was not like herself, but an angry beast which territory got invaded.
There was a distinctive contrast between their strengths and hers, she could only watch as they pull away the bodies. She yelled in wrath from her lungs, until she hurt her throat and the shout weakened into sad whining. Her nails dug into the man's arm holding her down and her teeth bit into fleshes with anger. How dare they take them from her? No one can do that to them. She panted but resumed the cry when she saw them lit up a flame. It sizzled and she got angrier realizing what they wanted to do.
She was angry of them, but more how weak she was that she could only watch as they burn the bodies. Burning tears dropped from her widened bloodshot eyes, her body trembled in fury.
I will kill them all, on behalf of your names - she swore to the cruel flame taking part of her soul. That part of hers was dead, rotten and eroded. The wound would never heal.
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As a tear dropped from her eyes uncontrollably, the memory was washed away with it. She let herself float and embraced by the warm water, wondering what just happened.
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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.
(I'm just going to assume Camilla has all the artifacts for rp sake I will in a few days anyway)
When all the knights were called to gather Camilla happily joins with all her new gear on! She felt proud to have finally gotten it all and felt like she really belonged among the other knights now! However her mood would fall a bit as the new Great Knights were called and what they'd be specializing in... Golds were the Scribes... She honestly couldn't say how she felt about that... She didn't want to be the one who wrote the legends... She wanted to be the one that the writers wrote about... To be the maker not the recorder...
She was still musing on this when the branch was laid down and the tree sprang up! She watches in awe at the spectacle then nods as she's asked to get in line then take a branch as she watches others go through the blessing she starts to frown... They were entering the lake... Water was not good for leather or wood (See Bokken) would her gear be ok... Ah who cares! She might just be dying soon anyway! Camilla thinks after a moment of serious throught when finally it was her turn she takes a branch in her hands and relaxes
Instantly she felt it! Magic! She had had many encounters with it by now and knew it when she felt it! Suddenly she realized her body was moving on it's own... She had expected this some how and did not panic however she did start to get nervous as she entered the lake... Then without warning her reflection changes to that of a woman in white! "Eep!" she squeaks as the woman grabs her legs and pulls her under! Down and down they went with Camilla struggling to get free until she finally realizes she could still breath! Upon realizing this she relaxes and starts to take notice of her surroundings... It was beautiful under here! And it got even more beautiful when the hundreds of balls of light appeared! They floated and swirled around her as the warm water lulled her into a comfortable state... Suddenly one ball in particular catches her attention... Slowly she reaches out to touch it and the moment she does-!
Everything whites out!
Anger! She felt it! A rare emotion for the cheerful girl! She was angry! But why...? Soon it would become clear... Screeches and wails filled her ears as terrified screams echoed around her! The scents of Smoke, blood, and death choke the air as the white begins to fade away! She was standing facing a large wooden door with two men flaking her... One much older then she and another only a bit older and he looked a lot like... Shayne... Only... older with a stronger look in his eye... The three faced the door blades drawn and ready for death! A myriad of people huddled behind them scared and shaking... This was it... Their final stand... They had locked themselves away in the great hall... the safest place in all the castle... knight after knight had fallen until only the three now too to fight... They... They had swept in like a tidal wave... Black, heartless, monstrous creatures... They hadn't stood a chance... Anger... Camilla was angry! No amount of training had prepared her for this! She gad fought her hardest but it was all in vain! Knight after Knight was slain right infront of her eyes! Knight's she had grown up with! Knights she could call family! All were gone! And now here she was in the Great Hall with her Mother and Father and all her siblings and family... They were counting on her! But she knew she would fail them... And it made her angry! There was just nothing their simple magicless weapons could truely do against these shadowy beasts... But still! Camilla would die with glory! She'd go out fighting! She'd-
"Camilla... I... I want you to leave! Go through the secret tunnel and escape!" a strong masculine voice to her right suddenly says! Quickly her head turns towards him with a dumbstruck expression "Wha?! But Father! I-" She exclaims in pure surprise "No buts! You will leave! We will handle this!" He says firmly "N-no! I can't leave I'm the second best fighter we have left! You need me!" She argues desperately as tears begin to form "No Lady Camilla! You need to leave! And Shayne! You need to protect her and make sure she gets out safely! Understood!" The many to her left says "B-but!" He squeaks "No buts!" both men shout in unison! By now tears were streaming down Camilla's cheeks not out of sadness or fear but frustration!
"I'll take your place sister! A male not much older then herself says from behind before stepping forwards and drawing a blade "B-but brother! You don't know how to fight! You can hardly hold that sword! You-" she was silenced with a hand as the boy looks at her seriously "You've always been willing to take my place for becoming a knight... And now it's my turn to repay the favor!" he says which only causes more tears to fall! By now the door which kept being bashed on was starting to crack! They had little time!
"Camilla... Your Father, Brother, and Jayden are right... There is a place far from here in the center of the Kingdom called Camelot... They are looking for strong warriors like you and they have the resources to fight these... 'things' You have to go!" A woman says from behind in her arms were two scared babies clinging desperately to her "Mother... I-" she didn't get to finish as the doir infront of her begins to splinter! "Shayne! Camilla! There is little time! Go now!" Her father yells before shoving her back! Nodding through tears the red headed boy catches Camilla's wrist before she could get her balence and pulls throwing her even more off balence and making ger easy to tug along (Sound familiar?) "Wait Shayne! Wait!" She shouts as tears roll down her cheeks but he was relentless! He continued to drag them along until they get to their rooms there they pick up a few things just as they hear the door give! They hurry out to the treasury where they grab small bags of gold for the road all while hearing the sickening screams of their loved ones behind them! Finally the pare make it out and take the fastest horses they could find with the victorious wails of the monsters behind them!
Camilla was crying as she rode and she was angry! Angry she couldn't do anything! Angry she had failed! Angry that all the people she loved except Shayne were gone! And with that anger came a deep determination and a promise to stop the darkness! She looks forwards towards the path ahead with fire and determination in her eyes!
And then everything fades to white...
Tears mingle with lake water as the memory ends... Soon all traces of it leave her mind fading back into the foggy depths of her memory... All except for one thing... Anger... She was angry and she didn't even know why... But she wasn't just angry... No... There was meaning behind it... Meaning which fueled a determination that suddenly filled her heart!
Quickly she swims back to the surface but climbs out slowly... Her expression held mixed emotions as she tried to understand the anger which was a rare emotion in her... Soon enough the anger fades away as was normal for her but the blessing and determination remain!
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I hope you don't mind the parts I did with Shayne and Jayden!
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
A memory came to him from his past. He was thinking. I could be stronger, my strength is limitless, was his words to himself then, which happened to be a line of thinking he realized in this moment that he has now and gladly in his proudness of his admiration of his own power. And it was for this pursuit that he set out to train. It was to grow stronger that he left his birthplace, to develop his battle prowess. Then after he returned, he found ruins of what was once not.
Then it was forgotten again, that past reflection. And then he surfaced.
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My character's name: Danirate Levinski Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24688945 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER At last, after much practice, knight in training Danirate Levinski now has fairly little trouble with wielding his longsword to perform the basic strokes. However, he, this man, tall and proud, and whose crown of hair likens to that of the sun at the horizon's edge, did indeed have plenty of ground to cover still before he was capable of being recognized as a knight no longer in training, the next milestone he has set his sights on. So as to reach this next goal of his, he fully intends to continue to maintain his foundations and innovate as he proceeds onward. Rank of character knight Sacred Points obtained: 036/100
Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 5:42 pm
(( Arrakis -- Inevitability ))
The weight of his new assignment was, admittedly, not one he could ignore. He took a moment to himself to fully, finally, take it all in. He knew what it entailed. He'd paid attention to what Lancelot had said. And yet... he couldn't find it in himself to be very upset about it. Yes, this was going to be the end for and of him. He understood that. But... he felt almost a sense of peace towards it. This... was the end. After his task was done, after he'd served to the best of his ability, he was going to be done. It... was almost like he had traded one weight for another. He knew when he'd be able to finally rest. What he had to do in the meantime was make sure as many of his fellow knights as possible didn't follow him and the other new Great Knights. The survival of the blues and the offensive teams they protected was his responsibility.
He knew that it was going to probably be impossible to protect each and every other knight, but... he already knew that he was going to feel each death like it was his own. At... least he knew that eventually it would be his own. There was a sense of comfort in knowing when the end was going to come. He wasn't interested in fighting it. Better him than any of the others.
...Was it going to hurt, he wondered?
...Probably. It was a sacrifice, after all. Nothing would be gained by it being a painless process. They were already committed, after all. No backing out now. It would probably only hurt for a little bit, anyway, he figured. Yeah. Only a little bit. Only a little bit, and then never again. That was something to look forward to, he had to admit. And it helped ease himself about the nature of what was going to happen to him. As much as the idea was almost a relief, there was still a small part of him that reflected that it was... a very early end to him.
That was alright. And by doing that, he would hopefully help ensure that so many others didn't have that kind of an early end to them. That was the least he could do. There wasn't much waiting for him afterwards anyway...
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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 1d8
Matthias watched as those who were picked and not picked as Great Knights moved off into their own directions of colors. He would join them soon, congratulate the new blue Great Knight, but for the moment he turned his attention to the lake. Its surface was like glass untouched by everything going around as if unaffected by time. Plucking a branch from a tree a path lite up onto the lake beckoning as his feet began to follow. Soon he found himself standing in the water looking down as his reflection slowly faded away to reveal an adoring smile from an all white woman. For a moment he felt the need to reach down as if to help, but she wrapped her hand around his ankles and pulled.
He fell, fell deep into the water and for a moment he struggled as if unable to breath and suffocated in the warmth before realizing that he could breath. He could hear her voice, speaking about letting it all go, to sleep forever, yes that was all he wanted any more. To forget it all to find peace, no more protection, no more failure as he fell deeper towards the bottom. Soft glow of orbs started to float around, but they weren’t orbs they were something, memories, no dreams. He didn’t know as he reached out to hold one.
---- There was noise outside of the stone wall as someone else screamed, footsteps could be heard running away as Matthias poked his head up from the wall to see what was going on. A figure dressed in all back from head toe while wearing a mask that resembled the skull of a bird walked slowly through the crowd of people. People quickly scattered far away from him but close enough to keep their eyes pinned on him as they whispered to one another. The figure made no gesture as if he cared either way instead he kept his movement heading straight for the small home of Matthias’s father. Jumping down Matthias ran over to the one of the windows, slinking down underneath, trying to hear what they were going to talk about.
“We will head over there in a few minutes but I am sure. She has the plague it has started to spread more and more in neighboring villages. It won’t be long now, being so close soon it will spread here like wildfire no matter what we do. Its almost like a curse like we have done something to offend this land but that can’t be true.” Matthias’s father spoke, his voice deep with concern as his footsteps could be heard walking back and forth.
“You are right, it will spread but this is not for what we have done to the land. This is all the doing of those shadows. They start out sending things like insects and plagues to drive people mad and then soon when people are dying, or they are scared and in fear they strike destroying everything.” A voice that Matthias assumed was the other man, or more so woman with all the clothing it had been impossible to tell but her voice was more obvious now. He could hear the bottles from her waist clank as she moved, the deep breathing from behind the mask.
“What are we going to do?” The stress in his father’s voice was strained. “If we tell anyone they will know, hell they probably already can guess with you here something is wrong. It won’t be long before they start to panic and chaos will break out. We have to leave.”
“There is little choice, they were already in fear as I walked past them. I am sorry Alexander, I truly am. I will do whatever I can to help you I will stay for as long as I am needed here. Please let me do what I can to help you.” The female spoke again as Matthias peeked up over the ledge looking as the plague doctor moved closer to his father holding out a hand as if to shake or make some sort of deal. Instead his father grabbed her hand and held it as if there were more between them then just being friends. After a moment he let it go and walked to grab the pouch he kept a few tools of his trade.
“Let’s go, all of this could be just speculation, I fear that it is not really and I fear what will become of my home but it is better to have you here to tell me if it is true or not.” He headed towards the door the plague doctor not far behind as Matthias quickly crawled around to the side of the house. The last thing he needed was his father to know that he had been spying on the conversation.
For a moment he had wished he hadn’t, he could feel his heartbeat start to pace quicker the thought of everything he knew gone. All of them dead no, it wouldn’t happen right. His father and friend would fix it yes, he wouldn’t fear it just hope.
---- Matthias woke with a start the orb, or something still floating in his head as he thought for a moment he had a dream. But it slipped past him forgotten as if it was nothing important any longer.
OOC
My character's name: Matthias Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Long black hair, shaved on one side, wearing blue, white clothing with grey armor. Rank of character Knight Sacred Points obtained: 15/100
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