He really, really wished they had salvaged more food before this. Locked within, Jack felt an itch grow under his skin, not at the sight of the ghastly creatures (strangely), not at the fact that his own power wouldn't be nearly enough to handle such a strong wave of them, but at the fact that he was trapped. More than a few parts of him longed to run back out with Morgan, if only for a chance at fresh air.
But whether he liked it or not, his calling was with Gawain. Striking out of a childish need for space was no way to behave as a knight. His hands were steady and his demeanor was calm. It would have to do for those who chose to face these things head on.
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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-apprentice (1d4)
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 1:53 pm
The sounds, the sights - the scents - brought up bile that he hurredly pushed down. Andy didn't know exactly why he suddenly felt like crying or vomiting or both but he did and there was a flash of familiarity skittering along his conscious but it left quick as it came, leaving him disturbed and only sure that he was disturbed due to the carnage itself and nothing more familiar.
Hefting his crossbow, the blond pushed to find a better vantage point, firing off shots at anything untoward coming near him until he was up a smoldering, broken support he could fire down from. The repeater was heavy in his hands and after a while his arms were screaming bloody murder, but he did not stop, could not. Would not. You've been in the Wars, son. Where had that come from? Confusion caused him to miss a shot and he had to shake his head, wipe sweat from his face before returning to make sure each shot taken would hit where it counted.
I don't belong here, sweet mother of the Lord above. But he was there, he'd Pledged. He would fight until he could no longer do so. Or until a retreat was called, which came at a good time for Andy - his muscles were trembling with fatigue and strain as he fell back, boots slipping in the ocean of gore underfoot.
They only granted the briefest of respites; Mortan, Gawain and Percival appeared and called them to arms once more. I can't, Mother of God, I cannot-- Yet Andy moved, following Percival out to defend the ramparts where his cross bow would be of the most use.
I must.
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My character's name: Andrew "Andy" Miller Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Big and brawny, friendly looking until you see his eyes. Calloused hands - he wears plain clothing, worn and servicable. Rank of character Rank, so we know dice rolls. Apprentice-knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
With his own knight he'd pledged himself to at the helm, ready to lead a group in defense of the kingdom, the choice was easy. Soren was loyal, and he enjoyed the role of protecting. Guarding. He'd been working the ramparts, and that was something he'd continue to do. If called upon to fight he would do that with ease, but for now he would go where there was a need.
So he made his way to the ramparts, ready to shore up their defenses and stack yet more chairs.
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So they had options, those that survived. Go out there and fight (ha). Go out there and defend (and lift heavy things?). Or stay in and take care of the injured.
Wow. Such a hard decision.
Plus it was his own Knight, so Sacha stayed right where he was in the Great Hall.
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 2:55 pm
[ Estel - Enter ]
Estel couldn't stop coughing. Trying to breathe as little smoke as possible, Estel backed into the great hall with the others, pushed by the tide of knights moving in that direction.
It felt safe in there, but Estel now had a reason to doubt that sense of security. It felt as if... as if humanity didn't belong. The world they lived in was the home of the shadows.
That couldn't be right... could it?
She couldn't bring herself to go back out there. She couldn't breathe out there. She would stay and help tend to the wounded.
[ Estel - Exit ]
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My character's name: Estel Herald Character's journal link:Here. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Short black hair. Violet eyes. Petite, delicate-looking. Sixteen years old. Dressed in monochrome colors - black cloak, black-and-white dress, white apron. Crescent pin in her hair. Rank of character: Knight-apprentice. Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 3:10 pm
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It was pure chaos on a level she never expected! Before Camilla could even let go of Shayne's arm further chaos erupted! Quickly she let go of Shayne's arm and ran to help even though she was torchless and pretty much blind
Before long she found herself next to a few other knights with weapons drawn and slashing at whatever shadowed form she could make out but it was all for naught... She froze as she saw a spray of red to her left then another to her right! The knights she had been fighting along side would fight no longer and without even looking she retreated at the sound to retreat a sliver of despair began to creep into her as she ran
Blood, bodies, the scent of death all surrounded her as she ran and ontop of it all the horrid screeching of the vile creatures pierced into her consciousness drawing some of the fear and horror from her that she had forgotten! Finally some how some way she made it into the main part of the castle a place that somehow felt safe... was she shaking? Yes... yes she was... Camilla tried to ease her raw nerves by rubbing her hands together as if she were cold but it did little... the sight of injured or dead knights filled her vision and it really hit her in that moment just how lucky she had been...
Soon three of the Great Knights appeared and gave them all a choice however Galahad was not one of them... This concerned her greatly... was he lost to the shadows? Or was he still fighting? Either way he was not here now and so she must follow another knight for the time being... As the choices were given her answer became clear... Camilla closes ger eyes and takes a steadying breath before opening them with a determined expression
She had been pretty much useless this whole time! There was no denying it! She lounged around reading books and talking when she could have been looking for the King, She panicked when they were attacked and didn't even manage to light a torch or stack one thing against the door... she had been useless but she wouldn't be any more! "I will follow Sir Morgan!" she calls before following a few knights to the courtyard
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 4:41 pm
They knew they were coming, she knew they were trying to batter down the castle walls because she had helped barricade the door, and still Abbi finds herself surprised when it happens. It would be a lie to say she had not added to the cacophony of knights vocal responses, but the teen does what she can to steel herself and not give into the panic rising within as well as around her. Staying calm was the most important thing, aside from trying not to lose her balance amid the surging tide of bodies.
Somehow, she isn't sure how because everything is a blur, blood that isn't her own finds its way to her dress, splattered across her skirt like an exclamation mark of war. The Great Knights are shouting, they are giving directions of where to go and though Abbi has followed Percival exclusively to this point, she does not trail after him now. The tall knight in green is who she trips after. There is something about the blood already splashed on her that motivates the girl, something about the way it smells lights a fire inside her and lends a sense of dedication to her movements. While she is certain she would be helpful with defense, healing others is a form of defense too. Maybe a form of bitter revenge that the enemy couldn't kill their foe, but it is something.
Abbi gathers her skirts, folding the blood up into her hands, and rushes off. She is small, but she is quick, and she thinks she knows something about healing.
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My character's name: Abbi Killian Character's journal link:{X} BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A petite girl with bright orange hair that would touch the floor if she hadn't piled a large portion of it onto her head. Pale skinned and freckled all over with wide blue eyes that flit curiously over everything. Rank of character Knight-Apprentice/ 1d4 Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 5:26 pm
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Where once there were beacons in the night, became a fiery inferno of chaos, the backdrop of flickering flames for man and beast, splatters of red and black that showered the endless night sky, the harmony of screams and guttural sounds that went along with the ballet of death. Damien's mind was blank in the chaos, ducking out of the way of debris and trying to keep out of the pile of lifeless bodies being moved. Dirt and grime and fluids he dared not want to acknowledge smeared his tunic and armor, steaks of struggle was evident, and the weapon was covered in black. He wasn't sure the secretions would ever get off the blade during its upkeep, that it would remain tainted.
The call to retreat and form up ranks was a godsend, taking reprieve at the chance of a real battle plan being formulated and took solace in the hall, licking his wound. The fact that Galahad was not present continued to be a concern of his, the knight that he followed still being alive and able to lead him is a very important fixture in his life. But he was no here lead lead and the other knights needed aid. He did not incur any favoritism for Morgan, nor did he relish the idea of having to be in the Great knights care. Sir Percival notion of taking back the once safe ramparts was more aft. Pushing back the forces of the everlasting night held more weight in his mind than just senseless killing. The choice was clear in his mind, taking initiative of putting more horses against the barricade.
[and Exit]
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My character's name: Damien Gavenkrantz Character's journal link:Event Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Hair tied back with a few locks hanging in the front, simple tunic in his knights color, leggings and boots, and a feather in his jaunty angled hat. (Avatar holds an excellent example)
He's a male with a chip on his shoulder, a bit closed off but likes to stay focused on the goal at hand. Rank of character Apprentice Knight (1D4). Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 5:30 pm
[Enter]
Oliver wasn’t sure how he had found the gathering amidst the chaos, or even how he had survived the run. He could barely swallow back the fear and sheer hopelessness that had overwhelmed him when he had only his torch to light his way. At some point he had come across another knight-apprentice who was struggling to crawl away from the gates, and lending the other young man a shoulder to lean on, the two of them moved as quickly as they could through the darkness together.
He said not a word, and his injured comrade only let out a pained grunt every now and again. The other knight was afraid too, there was a desperation in his jerky limp that belied his fear. In a way, they were both hollow men, knight-apprentices, bodies and minds with no experiences to have filled them…
When they were finally amongst the crowd of survivors, the light cast on the other man’s face showed him pale and gaunt. He left red streaks on the floor, a bright smear for each laboured step. He was in a bad way, and that itself was what selected Oliver’s path. Without a moment’s hesitation, the boy brought his injured charge to the great hall, now dragging him as much as lending assistance.
[Exit]
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My character's name: Oliver Keeley Character's journal link: Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A very young man of average height, with dark, unruly hair, pale, hesitant eyes, and a copious spattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He dresses very plainly and simply, and gives off a timid vibe. Rank of character Apprentice-knight ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 5:34 pm
Hollandaise had somehow found herself in the thick of it. Someone's blood stained the bottom of her surcoat, a brilliant scarlet against muted gold and thick ichor coated her boots. A knight fell in front of her, bright blood frothing out of his slit throat in tiny bubbles, almost pink. His lips moved, his dulling eyes searching hers and she backed away, chest heaving. Her breath came in fast pants, each lungful not enough and tainted with the metallic tang of warm blood and something sharper, more sour: shadowlings. Her foot slipped on something slick and it might have been human once, but it was warm all the same. She fell, hands failing to catch her. They came up stained with dirt and grit and congealing blood. Horrified, she retched, her hands almost coming to her mouth as reflex, bloodied palms hovering inches from her face. Her stomach heaved again, bringing up nothing but foul bile and spit that hung thickly from her lips. Hollandaise was glad she hadn't eaten anything today.
She wasn't strong enough, she wasn't good enough, she didn't belong here. Hollandaise was weak and she knew her place and it was not here - it was in the kitchens, it was sleeping on a borrowed bed (she did not stop to think about why she thought the word 'borrowed', why it seemed right), her place had been set long and she could not rise above nor strive to be anything she wasn't. Her eyes were wide, blindly staring at the battle scene and some bit of her not consumed by fear and inadequacy wondered why it all seemed vaguely familiar. In another life, had she been better, stronger, fought harder, won? A thing, half-formed of shadow, borne from some foul depths, turned towards, jaw red with the remains of its previous victim. She'd known him, briefly. Adam. Hollandaise scrambled to her feet, her hand nocking an arrow before she was even upright. She tried to fire, but her fingers slipped on the string, blood-slick and clumsy.
And suddenly, there was fire. The shadow moved, writhing away from the bright ballista. When the retreat sounded, she hesitated for one second, wanting to do something, anything more, and then she turned and followed the others. Numbly, she listened to each knight. Which was the right thing to do - what was most knightly, closest to knightly ideals and rules? Eventually, she followed Perceival, not because his path was the greatest, but because she did not know what else to do. Hollandaise did not belong and she never would.
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My character's name: Hollandaise Character's journal link:Chapter journal | Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A small but curvy girl, Hollandaise has tanned skin and brown hair shorn off in a long bob. Her eyes are golden-brown and freckles are sprinkled across her face. As a knight, she upholds the rules of knighthood rigorously. Know your place. Rank of character Apprentice-Knight
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 5:39 pm
Trisha was feeling lost and confused. There was so much going on, and she was one of those staying behind. Only so many could fit in the gates. There were shouts and orders and finally something she could grab on to. They knights had taken charge and told them to fall back, something Trisha would happily do. the fighting was a bit overwhelming for her. and considering how many people had died already, she was trembling just watching. she was not prepared for this. This strong hold was supposed to be safe and it just wasn't.
Trisha thought carefully. She could help defend, but they needed people to heal. And that was something Trisha knew she could do. She wanted to help people, desperately wanted to help.
Trisha looked at Gawain and followed her back into the great hall.
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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.
Battle was everywhere. Fire was everywhere. Micheal wasn't sure what exactly needed to be done, but he wanted to fight. There was a call to arms that stopped him, Morgan was rallying the troops to go on the offence. The best defense was a good offence after all. Micheal of course followed him.
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 6:46 pm
There was no way Kitty could go back out there. What she'd seen had destroyed any semblance of bravery inside herself. She was no Knight. This was not her destiny, as she'd once hoped. But then how would she go on? She was destined for great things; this she knew. If only she knew what.
When a shining Knight in blood stained armour called to those in need of defending Camelot, without the need to battle those nightmares once more? Kitty found her saviour in him. She could still uphold the code. She could still make something of herself in this dark and doomed world.
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My character's name: Kitty "Kiki" Peterson Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER • Brown Hair in a long braid • Light Olive Eyes • Light Skin • Large Sun hat with wide brim • Brown and beige frock with pockets and stained with dirt Rank of character Apprentice Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
Imbere was already on the battlefield when Camelot was finally attacked. She had watched the sky crack and helped the defense somewhat, but soon after, the entire gate burst open... And the shadows were released into the crowds. Her wild and unsure eyes darted around, teeth baring as she grabbed her spetum and whipped it out for battle, twirling it and-- oh god, the sound of screams and the crunching of bones was making her sick to her stomach. She wasn't made to battle, ********...
Suddenly, she locked eyes with a shadow. It was almost like she was paralyzed, face going pale as she watched it stalk toward her, throat dry. A ballista, thank ********, came out of nowhere and knocked her out of her trance, making the girl stumble away in fright as soon as she heard a voice ring out against the sound of groaning and screaming and crunching... Putting a hand to her mouth, about to be sick, Imbere clutched onto her weapon and managed to get in before the door was slammed shut. Oh god, they were nearly half their numbers now, ********... The adrenaline rush she was feeling was still running high as she heard the words of a few of the knights. Offensive, defensive, and... heal? Healing... sounded good. She could bear with seeing wounds, just not watching them be created upon skin. Holding her head up high, Imbere followed Sir Gawain in a rush-- Healing needed to be done.
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My character's name: Imbere Ralka Character's journal link:Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall and busty coffee toned female with a large floppy hat on her head that shades her overall face. When you look closely at her skin, you see her face has a pronounced sort of vitiligo around her eyes that spreads throughout her body. She has snake bite piercings and two more small rings on her upper right brow. Her long, cascading dark-brown hair stops at her lower back, held by a blue ribbon near the end. Rank of character Apprentice-knight. Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 7:00 pm
By the time he joined the waiting crowd, Ollie was more than ready to make up for his temporary slacking -- was, in fact, somewhat overwhelmed with guilt, flushing beneath his hair and torn between anger and embarrassment. While others had been working their hardest, he'd been tumbled into a pile of hay catching up on sleep, and he certainly felt a need to make up for it now.
Slowly, his blush cooled and turned into an obsessive kind of focus: his eyes tracking the knights as they spoke, nodding where he needed to nod, and then searching the crowd for a familiar face. Not that he would find one, of course. None of them knew anyone, anymore. Another thing that he'd been slacking on: by now he should most certainly have introduced himself to some of them, and they to him. He'd have to work on that.
Just not right this second. Right now, he had to join the fight.
Their options were three, but for Ollie, there was no choice whatsoever. He wouldn't be able to focus, trapped in a room full of sick people, dressing wounds and cleaning bandages, and as for defense...he'd already messed that up once, and the idea to returning to it made him want to collapse back into his hay bed. No. This time he was going to throw himself at the problem with complete abandon, for better or for worse.
His jaw set, and he took off after Morgan at a full run to aid in the offense.
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My character's name: Oliatos AKA Ollie Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark-skinned and overly energetic, all Ollie wants to do is make himself useful to the cause, whatever cause it is that adopts him. He is kinetic, fond of physical activities and new experiences, with a boundless curiosity that gets annoying and fast. Rank of character Apprentice-Knight. Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
He'd tried so hard to salvage armor that he thought would offer he and his friends protection. When he'd tried to join the battle, it became so alarmingly obvious that it didn't matter. Knights. Actual knights were mangled all around. Dead and dying were everywhere. Blood was everywhere.
Everything sounded like a long, drawn-out scream, mixed with the cries of human and the shriek of the shadows. The sounds alone shaking Yuki enough that he was at an utter loss as to what to do with himself. He wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go.
If this battle was lost, there wasn't anywhere else to go. Humanity was going to be snuffed out.
The command to fall back was obeyed as quickly as he could process it, and while he mentally cursed that he hadn't accomplished anything, he wanted to get back into the castle and away from the carnage and evil out here.
He wasn't prepared. He had to stand against these things, but he was terrified. He wanted to live, and facing the enemy head on seemed like suicide... There had to be another way.
Once within the great hall, he was able to catch his breath but all was tense. When the three Great Knights gave the respective choices, he was severely tempted to stay inside... Avoid the shadows...
But, there were others who were better suited for the task of healing. He needed to swallow his fears and try and keep those healing and wounded safe.
Once the three headed to their respective duties, Yuki chose to follow Percival.
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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 Apprentice-Knight Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
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