In times like these there was no such thing as a gentle wake up, and today was no exception. Abbi started with a gasp, her vision initially hazy and her mind scattered so that she stumbled backwards while she cast her gaze around. There is so much going on that she cannot think of anything to do but stand there, clutching her weapon to her chest. The throne room looks different with all these knights in various stages of shock and confusion, but her gaze continually returns to the two figures standing at the gate. There seems nothing she could do to help, especially not when they start to fight. It isn't until the thing begins to turn to shadows that she moves.
Maybe it is foolish, but the girl reaches into the shadows her ranseur is devolving into and tries to find something to grab on. The darkness turns on her instead, curls clawed fingers around her wrists and arms and neck and bundles of hair. It pulls and Abbi loses herself to the thing-- Something clatters, or it clashes, or it clangs, but she is back to rights. And then she is not.
Next is white, with smudges of color.
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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/ 1d8 Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 7:55 pm
When did she get here? How had she gotten here? So much was a blur now, the last solid memory the last thing that made -sense- was a conversation with Riley on the side of a lake, her weapon stuck in the sand and doubt lingering around her soul. They had moved onward, back to the castle back to reclaim their kingdom, a kingdom she was starting to doubt. How much they would give they would lose, and now here she lay half broken and shattered in pain wishing all of it would simply go away.
When she finally awoke it was confusion again, everyone was confused her body still broken and torn her sword clutched with a grip only death could muster, fingers locked around the smooth slick hilt of the long blade glowing blue faintly in the grim dark.
Something called out, something took over, she found herself lunging blade raised to lash out at the king, the king reformed who should have been dead? Blade lashing out and stopping again she turned to Merlin hissing softly and suddenly pain and white crippled her to her knees again.
When she opened her eyes two doors stood before her, one blue, one black, but which called out to her stronger?
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Roland was nothing but shame and cowardice, what was the good of a knight who from the start had never had faith? Even in the loss of his memories he had never truly become a knight, sure he played the part but he didn't play it well enough, he was never brave enough to offer his life to the knights, he was never strong enough to stop the wrong from happening. He was always on the edge of events never contributing really, just watching, lingering waiting. He'd done no good for this world, maybe in his past he had from what fleeting moments he saw of it, but now? Now he was a coward who faked the name of a knight, almost as bad no maybe worse then Samantha. She tried, she fought, she wanted to do right.
Roland had done none of that, he had stood to the side and let good and evil men fight while he did nothing to change the balance. His strange weapon hardly earned more like given in the desperate hope another body would make a difference and this one never did.
He found no horror as his weapon took hold, he felt no joy when he took it back, he simply moved through the motions a puppet on a set of strings playing the part but never embracing it.
When at long last darkness swallowed him revealing two doors he didn't know which to take. The memories reaching out all weighed the same; a heavy sense of disappointment ringing from both doors.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 8:00 pm
Fear was more than a state of being. It permeated past her heart, flooded her veins and reached every corner of her body until she was lousy with nothing but an overwhelming sense to run. But she couldn't; her body wasn't her own, her limbs puppeted with invisible strings. Hadn't Morgan said as much? Had they ever had a choice?
Lancelot's death was just another byproduct of their ongoing misery. Piper didn't know how to process it; she could barely digest the fact that it meant everyone was dead or sealed away with except--
Merlin. There by the Great King whose sudden reappearance only brought her a sliver of relief--another plunge into despair disguised as a hope spot. And again she couldn't cry out and tell him not to trust the dirty snake, again she could only watch as the events unfolded, as the deception was revealed and the chains were broken.
The only decision given to her was whether she would be able to survive it all; and even that, Piper wasn't sure of.
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My character's name: Piper Blacke Character's journal link:xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, russet skin, poofiest black hair you've probably ever seen, scarf over thief's brand on her cheek, mischievous looks Rank of character Knight
Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 8:44 pm
Hollandaise opened her eyes and gasped. The Great King was here, alive, and she had never doubted... once, perhaps. But within her, she felt a renewed sense of peace. She was a knight and everything was as it should be. With wide eyes, she watched the king, resplendent, perfect, everything she needed. And when the mirror shattered, unease prickled along her spine.
She remembered the cold, black feeling inside of her, the dark crystal leaves, the paranoia, the promise that would remain unfulfilled. He did not want her, she had no place in his promises of power and belonging and she felt a little cold, a little empty. Everything lay in the way Merlin smiled and yet, Hollandaise could not call out.
The chains on Bardiche fell away and Hollandaise gasped, falling to her knees as tremors and shooting pains wracked her body. She curled in on herself. It was as it every crystal leaf, the horns that had adorned her had turned inward, stabbing underneath her skin. If she had possessed a voice, she would have screamed. At Merlin's voice, Bardiche is loaded, ready, no. And Hollandaise is herself again, gasping, holding Bardiche against her. Rather the crossbow pierce herself than the Great King. And the hunger, and order, and revenge. Everything turns white.
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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 Knight - 1d8
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 7:39 am
Somewhere TK was making disgusted faces. Probably.
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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 1d10
Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 2:17 pm
Verusha stared blankly at the doors presented before him, the feelings and emotions towards both tickling the back of his throat and mind. But he felt heavy, vacant as was portrayed by his expression. Was he supposed to do something here...?
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My character's name: Verusha Character's journal link:here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERexcept a guy Rank of character knight Sacred Points obtained: 15/100
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 4:06 pm
Oliver wasn’t able to stop himself. Instead he watched his own body move forwards, attacking the original Great Knight of his own order… The only time he had brought his weapon to bear against another… He wanted to be sick, but there was so much numb emptiness inside.
He could only watch hollowly as the Great King appeared before them with Merlin, and the Great Knights stepped forward, ready to make that sacrifice he too had been ready to bear. But it was wrong, something was off. He wanted to speak up, even a trembling whisper, just so much as a peep of hesitation, but he could only watch in silence as the gate failed.
Then the chains on Knot slipped away, the lock vanishing into nothingness, and there was pain.
Oliver understood this was to be his death. Everything he had struggled for, everything the past him had hoped, it was all to be undone in this very instant as the dark crystals pierced his body.
Yet somehow he lived on, just when he thought he would be destroyed completely by the weapon in his hands he became himself once again, a knight sworn to the order of the White Stallion. And then the pain returned, a hungry hate that wanted to rip apart the bindings of this world. They seemed to fight for control, getting muddled and mixed up.
Then, as though his mind were unable to take anything more, everything became white, and the doors appeared in front of him. Memories… Who was he really?
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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 Knight ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 5:14 pm
[shh i made a mistake]
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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 6:02 pm
Szczeosny could only watch, dazed, as everything came back into focus. The king had returned, somehow. Had he ever been missing at all? Or was it one more lie they had been told?
He wanted to speak, but he felt his throat seize at the very idea. His eyes rolled toward the other presence in the room. Merlin...
He could do nothing but watch as the gate unsealed. As the chains were finally broken. As his very weapon began to consume him. Everything became fuzzy and indistinct - there was a darkness reaching up his arm, the sharp pain of crystals piercing him from within. He moved, twitching in hopeless protest. But something else had taken hold and refused to let go. He could hear a voice that wasn't his own, memories that couldn't possibly be his. Or were they? He didn't know any more.
There was a brief moment of clarity as the King's sword clashed against Merlin's staff.
And then...
Nothingness.
And two doors he could not choose between.
My character's name: Szczeosny Character's journal link: here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER this thing Rank of character ~5 cards - 1d6
My character's name: Abbi Killian 
