My character's name: Mildred Kercher Morris Character's journal link:✍|♥ BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Mildred is tall, thin, and pale with a very long, highly impractical, and somewhat unruly braid of black hair, which now has a vine of wisteria braided into it. Her blue-green eyes can frequently be seen pinched into a squint when she's trying to focus: she is in need of glasses to correct her poor vision.
But she does not have glasses. How fortunate that she has [ Superior Spectacles of the Gold Lion ] to fix that problem! Rank of character Knight
My character's name: Mildred Kercher Morris Character's journal link:✍|♥ BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Mildred is tall, thin, and pale with a very long, highly impractical, and somewhat unruly braid of black hair, which now has a vine of wisteria braided into it. Her blue-green eyes can frequently be seen pinched into a squint when she's trying to focus: she is in need of glasses to correct her poor vision.
But she does not have glasses. How fortunate that she has [ Superior Spectacles of the Gold Lion ] to fix that problem! Rank of character Knight
My character's name: Mildred Kercher Morris Character's journal link:✍|♥ BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Mildred is tall, thin, and pale with a very long, highly impractical, and somewhat unruly braid of black hair, which now has a vine of wisteria braided into it. Her blue-green eyes can frequently be seen pinched into a squint when she's trying to focus: she is in need of glasses to correct her poor vision.
But she does not have glasses. How fortunate that she has [ Superior Spectacles of the Gold Lion ] to fix that problem! Rank of character Knight
It might have been human once. But whatever remained was merely a shell, wrapped in a few tattered pieces of cloth and the last vestiges of chain-links and metal that had not bent to the new inhabitant's strength.
Memories of a human's life grew fuzzy, and faint, just a bad dream. How could it ever have confused that pitiful, fleeting life with its own? Now the basilisk stretched its malformed wings, flicked its twisted tail. Underneath the heavy mask it gnashed its teeth and beak, leered with mismatched eyes behind violet glass. Alive. Almost. Here and there the roiling shadows, heavy scales, and sharp feathers were broken up by patches of immutable, vulnerable human flesh, bones and sinews. Where the two halves had collided and came together in a macabre patchwork, it had clawed at its own body as if shedding a snakeskin, and from those gouges dripped a substance just slightly too black and viscous to still be called blood. Even now, freed from servitude, it would have to drag with it the corpse of its captor. It would never be the same again.
But it could use this second chance. Yes. It knew what to do. The idea was seared into its mind, impossible to ignore, or resist. Revenge.
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My character's name: Szczeosny Character's journal link: here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER this thing Rank of character ~5 cards - 1d6
Leaping into the air, he raked his claws at the so-called king. If he could still speak, he would have cursed him. Instead, he let natural weaponry say what he could only hawkishly screech.
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My character's name: Szczeosny Character's journal link: here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER this thing Rank of character ~5 cards - 1d6
And it could not stop, because it could think of nothing else but vengeance. It would throw itself at the Great King again and again, and again. The bloodlust was maddening, it overrode everything that it had remembered and sharpened their thoughts to a single point. It wouldn't stop until one, or both, were dead.
It laughed with a mouthful of black blood, and picked himself up again to strike anew. The hatred made it feel whole again. It wouldn't trade this for the world.
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My character's name: Szczeosny Character's journal link: here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER this thing Rank of character ~5 cards - 1d6
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 5:40 pm
THE DAMAGE TALLY DONE TO THE GREAT KING: 141
After a moment of silent observation, Mildred reached to give Szczeosny a gentle, appreciative pat on the shoulder. It was the closest thing to a high-five that she would ever achieve.
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My character's name: Mildred Kercher Morris Character's journal link:✍|♥ BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Mildred is tall, thin, and pale with a very long, highly impractical, and somewhat unruly braid of black hair, which now has a vine of wisteria braided into it. Her blue-green eyes can frequently be seen pinched into a squint when she's trying to focus: she is in need of glasses to correct her poor vision.
But she does not have glasses. How fortunate that she has [ Superior Spectacles of the Gold Lion ] to fix that problem! Rank of character Knight
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 6:00 pm
No matter how great a king may be, no matter how powerful the wizard, all are bound by the same rules. A single being is limited in influence.
While great knights and kings and evil existed, while they were beings of legend and inspiration, it was not them that filled every page and chapter. It was not the Great King that showed mercy to the Great Knights, it was not the Great King's reckoning, it was his warriors, his knights, that changed each and every moment. A vessel is nothing without its memories, and a king is nothing without his army.
And it was that simple reality was Merlin's limitation. Alone, he was strong enough to defeat the Great King. Alone, he would have won. He had expected pawns where awakened knights stood on the board, unable to grasp at the most important, most human emotion because he was not one.
It was at that moment that he faltered, took one, two steps backwards, and experienced regret. Like sifting through thick sludge, blinded, trapped, overwhelmed, he moved between the knights looking for a way out until he realized there was none.
Except, of course, that which he could make himself. With the dregs of his power, Merlin gestured and two ornate doors formed before him. The smell of forest and sea filling the area as they opened and he fled through.
The doors were closing and a choice was to be made, another threshold to be crossed. At every turn, the fates asked of the knights and what was once knights, Are you sure? Do you understand what you give?
