Arcadia is now convinced she's a (shadow) chimera for the next five turns AND/OR if someone wants to knock her HP to 0. She acts on instinct pretty much and works like a small mob, auto-attacking whatever she sees. During those turns her attacks are unlimited. You can go ahead and "drag" players into PRP with you OR raid the orps. Please keep in mind she only THINK she's a chimera, she's actually you know, still a knight. It's all in the head - it is all in the head. If she snaps out of it, she does remember going crazy.
Everything that happened here, as per usual, only she can see!
Arcadia is currently running around on all fours and savaging people like an animal. She is, however, still quite human looking.
GAWAIN CURRENTLY HAS 7 HP
It was ok though - there were other snack sized people here, like the two handy knights who were making an effort to defend their leader. One of them already looked like he was well on his way to cat food.
In her excitement however, she unfortunately missed, slamming into a big pile o' treasure instead.
HP: 23/30 Turn: 4/5 WHAT IS LOVE
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My character's name: Arcadia Winderly Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24688677 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERArcadia, also known as Cady, is a relatively tall girl with a mop of messy, orange-red hair. This is seemingly in contrast with her relatively tan skin. Prefers tunics with the sleeves torn off and second hand breeches and boots. Has a bow and arrow - be mindful as to where she points it, as she isn't! Rank of character Knight - apprentice! (1d4) ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
GAWAIN CURRENTLY HAS 7/50 HP + 3 Defense ((Defending Gawain - Action 2/3))
Oliver didn't expect someone to attack Gawain so soon, but one knight did. She crawled on all fours, like some sort of demon-possessed creature, and the boy could hardly prevent the assault. She lunged for him next, but he flinched out of the way, and by some luck she ended up clattering into a pile of treasure a little ways off instead.
Adjusting his axe in shaky hands, Oliver readied himself to defend again.
HP: 20/30
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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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ARCADIA STATUS EFFECT
Arcadia is now convinced she's a (shadow) chimera for the next five turns AND/OR if someone wants to knock her HP to 0. She acts on instinct pretty much and works like a small mob, auto-attacking whatever she sees. During those turns her attacks are unlimited. You can go ahead and "drag" players into PRP with you OR raid the orps. Please keep in mind she only THINK she's a chimera, she's actually you know, still a knight. It's all in the head - it is all in the head. If she snaps out of it, she does remember going crazy.
Everything that happened here, as per usual, only she can see!
Arcadia is currently running around on all fours and savaging people like an animal. She is, however, still quite human looking.
GAWAIN CURRENTLY HAS 7 HP +3 defense
Watching one meatsicle defend another, especially when said meatsicle had just somehow cleverly dodged her killer attack by totally standing still, was just too infuriating.
Cady spun around, lunging one last time-
She bit him. Then something like a light, for lack of a better word, came into her eyes, and while she didn't let go, she certainly started to look a little confused and a lot sheepish.
HP: 23/30 Turn: 5/5 DON'T HURT ME, NO MORE
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My character's name: Arcadia Winderly Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24688677 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERArcadia, also known as Cady, is a relatively tall girl with a mop of messy, orange-red hair. This is seemingly in contrast with her relatively tan skin. Prefers tunics with the sleeves torn off and second hand breeches and boots. Has a bow and arrow - be mindful as to where she points it, as she isn't! Rank of character Knight - apprentice! (1d4) ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
GAWAIN CURRENTLY HAS 7/50 HP + 5 Defence ((Defending Gawain - Action 3/3))
The things he would do in defence of another knight. Oliver had no time for self-reflection, or he might have learned something about himself in that moment.
Although he had done his best to keep Gawain free from harm until their questions could be answered, the frantic young knight-apprentice had refocused her attention entirely on him. The earlier miss barely slowed her down, and Oliver was not able to flinch, duck, or dodge away from her… teeth.
He yelped loudly as she chomped hard on his forearm, which he had raised protectively in front of himself.
HP: 17/30
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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**
GAWAIN CURRENTLY HAS 7/50 HP + 8 Defence ((Defending Gawain - Action 1/4 APPARENTLY THEY ROLL OVER? @_@))
Oliver was absolutely on the verge of panic, but he stayed firmly planted in between Gawain and any knights threatening him harm. He glanced over his shoulder at the Great Knight.
"Gawain, please... What happened to the Great King? Tell us, what do we need to fix!" The freckled boy called back, his expression terrified.
HP: 17/30
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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**
"He's lying!" he shouted behind the mask. Even hearing it, from his own voice, he wasn't sure how much he believed it. But it was better to do something with conviction, than stand by and wonder if it was the right thing.
Haze would take his leave from defending Morgan in that moment, hearing the clashing of battle near Gawain he saw his opportunity to strike. Watching to see if the Great Knight would fall, if he did the silver eyed male would slash his spear forward. Double tapping the knight to make sure he was indeed defeated.
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 Apprentice-Knight
Szczeosny was still hunched over his mace. His posture told what his expression couldn't - that with the adrenaline rush fading, he was now free to speculate all the wild possibilities of how wrong he might have been.
The violet knight turned toward Haze. "Is he......?"
The black knight felt his spear cut through without much resistance at all. That feeling, the give to his attack, it would cause his heart to almost skip a beat. What had driven him to do such an act? Haze, who had usually hated necessary conflict, looked to see if his spear tip was coated with a crimson color. His face growing slightly more pale, jumping very subtly from the few words Szczeosny spoke to him.
The young man hesitated for a moment, his fingers almost trembling as he gripped his spear tighter and brought it to his side. The heat of battle had seeped into his blood stream, and even when defending... something was driving him in the back of his mind. Telling him to stand firm in his decision, that his belief in Morgan was just. But the white hair male didn't expect to help in the downfall of another knight.
Pulling his scarf up, he'd partially covered his mouth, turning back towards Szczeosny "He.. very well may be" he said, his voice seeming rash and soft.
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HP: 22/30 Action Points: 1/4 Available
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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 Apprentice-Knight
As the final blow landed, Gawain took a step back. He remained confused. "Wh-why would-"
- And the confusion changed to anger as pushed everyone back with a wild swing of his staff. He looked more disheveled than usual, a knight that never honoured brute strength nor courage. "This is an outrage, look at you-"
Again he cut off, eyes suddenly trailing to someone behind the knights. A sudden moment of clarity again. "No. How did I miss this. How did I possibly miss this." His grip on his staff tightened. "But I see it now, I see it clearer than ever. All of you have been corrupted. You must all, regrettably, perish, for the greater good of humanity. The corruption must not spread."
His weapon began to glow, softly at first and then as if it was lit with green flames. His hands, his face, looked mutilated and twisted. In a single arc of his arm, he sunk his staff into the ground, green lighting pushing all knights back, vines spreading out from where he struck to root each and every one in place. They began to travel further, absorbing the power of any it touched, choking the knights, strangling them. Thorns sprouted from the vines and dug into any flesh it could touch, sharp and crude.
Gawain showed no signs of easing his onslaught, his words incomprehensible now, something about cutting the head off the snake, something about finding his place as the new Great King. Around him, each and every knight collapsed to their knees. It began to grow dark. The thorns continued to push forward-
- And then he stopped.
Just for a second longer, he held his staff, and then, slowly, dropped it. A look of horror. Surprise. Confusion again.
A weapon, a cross between a halbard and a sickle, stuck out of Gawain's chest, just the tip of the long curved blade. The metal seemed to reflect with a blue glow if its own, decorated with ornate golden embellishing.
Percival pulled that weapon out of Gawain. As Gawain fell forward, he grabbed the green knight with his free arm, slowly lowering him down. The older knight looked at Gawain with only emptiness.
"You would," Gawain finally coughed out. "It had to be you." He suddenly lunged one hand forward, claw-like, trying to grab at Percival, trying to make the other pay-
- And then it was over. The knight of protection closed Gawain's eyes. Percival's shield was behind him, he had abandoned it in his haste. It had already split in half, and the Great Knight had spent equally long simply defending, hoping things would change.
It never did.
The silence was cut off by Morgan laughing. He laughed and laughed and laughed. "That's it then. The Great Knight Percival kills Gawain in cold blood, just like that. Lost in his madness, without even getting a second chance."
Percival gripped the handle of his weapon tighter. Not his shield, his sacred weapon. It seemed to hum, resonate on its own with a strange sharp sound. "No Morgan. You did this. Gawain saw something, and I do now too. You created this madness. Let everyone go, free them of your spell, and show your true form."
"I have done no harm," Morgan rebuked. "You killed Gawain. I tried to stop this, but nobody would listen. Do you even hear yourself, Percival? You are the one corrupted. No knight would break the code to do something so terrible. No Great Knight has ever killed another."
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VERSUS PERCIVAL AND MORGAN
- TURNS IN THIS THREAD ARE NOW UNLOCKED. You can attack up to 3 times per person in this thread. This does not count towards your daily turn count (meaning when it resets, you can have your attacks, AND attack them again if you wish).
- You can attack MORGAN or PERCIVAL
- You CANNOT defend in this thread, for sanity's sake
- Please put the cumulative damage of whomever you're attacking at the top of your post. BLUE for Percival, RED for Morgan.
- You can also decide not to make a choice, and simply go for discussing with others via PRP (quote them and then move to a PRP as you wish!) OR discussing matters in this thread ORP. You can also try bargaining with the remaining Great Knights! PRP discussions are unlimited, and do not cost a turn. You can be in this the thread and multiple prp threads at a time.
- Good luck all! The knight who takes the least damage (Morgan OR Percival) will be triumphant.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2015 11:08 pm
Attacking Morgan - 4 Cumulative Damage
[Entering - Yuki] [Attack 1 of 3]
He hadn't found his answers at the mirror, and the young man had had it in his head to find Riley. She was a danger to everyone else, and possibly herself. Yuki wanted to get to her before someone retaliated against her violently.
But his blood boiled when he saw that Morgan was not only still standing, but that there were knights defending him.
Yuki wasn't going to waste time questioning them or trying to reason. If they were on that man's side they were already delusional as far as he was concerned.
In his anger, he hadn't realized that one of the other Great Knights had fallen. Not until Morgan was laughing in that mad and cruel way. Yuki took in the aftermath of Percival's action, stunned.
Percival had to have a reason. Why wouldn't he? That man, Yuki trusted.
Yuki listened to Percival try to reason with Morgan, but only until Morgan made claim that he'd done no harm.
How could he make such a claim?
The knight-apprentice wouldn't wait anymore. His knuckles were white with how tightly he was gripping his flail.
He had only the use of his right arm, but he was coming in at a run and swinging for the Great Knight, screaming in rage.
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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
Still under the mirror's spell, Riley returned just in time to see Gawain fall at the hands of his own. She waited for just the right moment of silence, before the sickest, most wretched burst of laughter tore from her lips, bellowed up into the air with absolute delight.
"Absolutely beautiful." She hissed out, moving to watch a man bleed out on the floor. "The chaos is palpable. It breathes." She bent down, and picked up coins from the treasure against the floor. Her fingers flicked the coins, one by one, into the growing pool of blood. They splashed like wishes in a fountain.
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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 Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
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Warning: Riley is currently mind manipulated by the mirror and thinks she is a sidhe, she will attack without provocation.
