He wasn't here to fight. True, he did a vow. A vow to protect, to fight to protect those, to serve his King, to serve under the Knight he aligned with, but to be serious – they all had motives. His motive was following under the banner of the green stag and to find what all these knights shared. If given the choice, it wasn't hard to pick who he would follow. Gawain spoke to him. He was the one that most aligned to whatever kind of person he felt he was, though he wasn’t sure these days why. What little he was sure about was that he liked of the cut of Gawain and when he was given his limited choices, one delighted him more than any other.
He followed after, passed the fire and charred sky that twisted and turned above ready to tear as if it wasn't already. Gawain, thought soft spoken, had his own power. He was practiced in some way knowledgeable about arts that he had never learned, or he – didn’t' THINK he learned. Melvin felt more like a slate that had been filled up but then a strong wind blew against, leaving his mind smudged and foggy, trying to make out words and thoughts. He wanted to feel like an expert, but when he tried to find anything to support it, there was nothing there.
So he followed Gawain to the Great Hall, wondering what great men suffered and how they suffered, and what might shine bright among bone and sinew .
He made his choice.
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 7:25 pm
Maybe he helped Ezekiel earlier, treating the mess over his eye with a confident sort of familiarity, but entering into a great hall full of injured and potentially dying knights is an entirely different experience. For a moment, Julian is tempted to freeze up again, goes still and silent and Ezekiel has to drag him the last few steps into the crowd. Then, all at once, the breath slides out of him and he's able to focus again. The trick is simply this: break it down into its component parts and treat them one by one.
This dying young man isn't just a complete crashing disaster, no. He has an injured leg, and has taken a blow to the head that has resulted in the mess of blood that spills down his face to stain his shirt collar. This quiet knight will probably lose her left foot, but at the very least, she'll survive the experience.
When he looks at it like this, the room becomes a problem to be solved, a series of puzzles that he can understand. It's manageable. It's more familiar.
And this is how Julian misses everything that the great knight says, and he loses the chance to make a decision. Out there are unfamiliar troubles. In here, this he recognizes, this he can handle.
Let Ezekiel do as he likes, but Julian is going to stay here. He won't venture into the unknown, into the noise and the fuss that might drive him to panic again. He nods and rolls up his sleeves to get to work.
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My character's name: Julian "Ever" Ambrodiel Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slim, slight, tall, gawky and awkward, with a sloppy shock of pale hair, he is not an intimidating figure and perhaps a strange choice for a Knight. His preference would have been something more scholarly, somewhere he could keep his head down and bite a tongue that has a tendency to get him in trouble, especially with his betters. Rank of character Apprentice-Knight. Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
This was it, the opportunity she was waiting for! So, why couldn't she move? Why was she still standing here in the middle of all these scared souls instead of doing something productive? It was killing her, but she knew she needed to move. The call to arms had arrived and here she was, standing here shaking like a little girl instead of the fierce knight she wanted to be.
Fear.
Fear can be turned into something powerful, something that could get your blood pumping, SOMETHING that could set her soul alight with the fires of...
Vengeance.
Boy oh boy was she going to get it.
With her mind settled, Amy picked up her scythe and rushed forward towards the front lines, ready to kick some a** and take names for all the comrades she lost.
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My character's name: Amy Character's journal link:Here<3 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Amy is a "classy" ladeh with thick, black and curly, hair worn in a braid down to her butt. She keeps it this way to keep it out of her way when training. Otherwise she wears it free. Her height is about 5'4 with a tanned bronze skin tone that comes from being in the sun far too much. She's usually pretty crass and vocal when the situation calls for it, otherwise she will appear to be everything a proper lady should be. Basically, you push her, she WILL punch you in the face while trying to make sure she doesn't get any blood on her uniform. :']
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 8:27 pm
His intention had been to get Julian out of the line of fire and into somewhere reasonably safe. Secondary, but no less important, was depositing the blonde somewhere he'd have a decent chance of excelling. If the way he'd frozen up was any indication, fighting was not his forte, and defense was one small step below that as far as violence was concerned. This, Ezekiel thought, was the most logical choice.
He'd dragged the blonde through those doors before finally letting him go. There was a brief moment where it looked as though the paler man might freeze up again, but the moment passed as he seemed to take in the damage around him and fell into motion.
Ezekiel lingered near the entrance, torn between sticking around here or heading back and trying to be useful elsewhere. He was strong, he could swing an ax like no one's business, but there was something about this that seemed oddly familiar. Maybe he hadn't been able to treat his own injured face, but this was different.
Besides that, as the only person so far Ezekiel knew, he wasn't in a hurry to just leave Julian here and head off into danger. He suspected, not entirely unfounded, that left to his own devices the blonde would get himself hurt, or worst.
A long glance back towards the door, indecisive, before he finally headed farther into hall, following Julian's pale hair.
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My character's name: Ezekiel Young Character's journal link:[o] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Ezekiel is the strong quiet type. He is not terribly outgoing, though he is amicable enough in social settings, albeit it witty and ironic. He is practical and analytical, meaning he is unlikely to act recklessly or take risks that do not benefit him in some significant way. On those occasions he gets someone he does show loyalty and will even work to keep them safe up to a certain point, though he is a selfish individual. On the battle field he is calculating and cold. Physically he's tall and well muscled from various tasks and labors. He has dark, auburn hair and tanned skin. One eye is green, the other, a milky white, has a scar running through it that stretches from jaw to temple. Rank of character Apprentice -Knight
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 8:47 pm
[LEX]
And so, it had begun. Alexei thought that maybe the doors would hold, just maybe they would keep the shadows at bay - but his hopes were wrong. The smile disappeared from his face as he hefted the bec du corbin, ready to defend himself and the others around him, to pull someone out of the raging fires or the maws of these things.
But he did not do such a thing. The chaos ensued around them all, hardly any reprieve offered to them. Like a field of wheat, they were consumed by locusts. Strange, how they almost looked like locusts too. Dark, fearsome, maws gaping and the most horrid buzzing noise from the amassed members of their clan. Ravagers, hated by all.
He couldn't make heads or tails of who was who, not with the screaming and the fire and the roaring of cannon fire. He only heard the retreat called, and without question he ran into the great hall, joining the fraction of survivors that had been quick enough or had been deemed worthy by fate. Who was he to decide why one knight fell and another was saved?
All he could do was valiantly press on from this point, and try to save as many as he could.
The three spoke, Morgan leading the charge with a crazed look in his eye, Gawain offering a chance to save, and Percival bleeding but still up to the task of defending great Camelot. Alexei was pledged to Gawain, and with Gawain he would stay, and heal.
In the back of his mind, however, the thought persisted; what good would it do?
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My character's name: Lex Character's journal link:[x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Height, a massive chestnut beard, and a booming laugh equal one Lex Jamil. Rank of character Knight apprentice Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 8:49 pm
[ Maple ]
There was an odd familiar feeling when she found herself in the rush of other knight-apprentices, like it had happened before that she had been swept by a crowd in urgency. Maple didn't protest really, though her eyes were wide like saucers from the sensation and soon with the barrage that greeted her. Fire, blood, destruction. Shadows. The young girl felt herself curling up on herself on instinct, despite her tight hold of her weapon (though, holding it did make her feel a little safer though a little awkward).
Still though, she moved with the crowd and into the safety of the gates. And stood there. What was she doing here? Was this what she wanted to do? Maple found herself filling with anxiety and uncertainty of her actions now. She barely realized that three of the knights had been talking before she noticed a few of them take off in their various destinations.
She continued to stand there as others around her made their decisions, unsure of where she felt herself actually needed (was she?) At first she felt inclined to follow Gawain, an inkling in the back of her mind telling her she knew something.. about healing and potions and herbs. But something stopped her from following that path. Maybe the thought she probably wouldn't be very handy in that area. The young girl nibbled on her lower lip before she finally took a step. For some reason she went to help Morgan.
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The sight that had greeted them before making it through the castle gates was not something he would have wanted to see. It was enough for his happy expression to shift into a sneer. It just wasn't right, it was cruel for all those people to have lost their lives. Milo felt himself a little restless then, standing in their safe little area of the castle. He needed to do something!
And now was his chance to, making his smile return with a new found determination. His grip on his glaive tightened as the three knights gave their intentions and instructions, to then make their leave. Milo followed after his Great Knight Percival without question - not realizing that that cute red head had decided to as well.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 9:16 pm
[DIRGE]
Dirge would have been elated for this moment, had he been more prepared to handle it. This could have been his shot for glory, he could have been the hero of the day, had he not been knocked to the floor the instant the doors were burst open and the shadows stampeded with their vile, half formed faces and partially existent claws. The apprentice growled, forcing his way back to a stand and did his damndest to stand against the tide.
Dirge quickly realized that he could not stand the tide alone, and that his damndest was at best a kitten attempting to scare away a hawk. He was fumbling every step, nearly bitten by one of the things and nearly decapitated by another, but another poor sod got the luck of having his head chopped off.
The body still twitched. Disgusting.
The retreat was called soon after, and Dirge glowered. He wanted to fight, dammit. Prove himself even if he was outnumbered and without much of a weapon. This was what the tales were made of! Heroes facing impossible odds and triumphing, the bodies of the dead a hill that he stood upon.
But, this would get him killed. He didn't have a hero's weapon, or even enough armor. Even Sir Percival, Dirge observed when he finally obeyed the retreat and made it back to the great hall, was beaten and bloody - but he pressed on. Dirge very nearly followed the man, just for this example -
But Morgan presented an opportunity he would be loathe to miss. This was this time to prove himself, fighting along the side of the Red Knight, taking back the castle that was theirs. He couldn't stand to let the shadows take this once sanctuary.
He'd be a hero, just for one shining moment.
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My character's name: Dirge Character's journal link:[x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A dark skinned, bulky boy with bright orange hair. Rank of character Knight apprentice Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 9:53 pm
He couldn't move. Bren sat on his bench in the dark as chaos thrummed around him, pressing dirty fingers to his mantle and gauntlets. He had been brave when he had gone out to get them, the sun had been shining
no it hadn't
the birds singing
silence
his horse clopping merrily
THE HORSE WAS DEAD
It took a hunk of meat that used to be a person landing within spitting distance to get Brenley to move, and then he found that all he could do was run, a low, urgent whine of distress escaping him as he did.
He couldn't handle the front lines at the moment. He didn't want to do anything except what he was somehow familiar with: the purposeful monotony of healing.
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My character's name: Brenley Character's journal link:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Reddish-blond hair, pale peach skin, blue eyes, 6'0", nzappa zap, tunic, pants, boots, shoulder armor studded with blue-green stones, a mantle with blue flowers carved into it, blue and black gauntlets. Rank of character Knight-Apprentice Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
Just like that, the sky shattered and showed itself for what it really was. Just like that, the twinge of hope he'd felt towards the outcome of this battle dwindled. Flame without air. The sounds of battle around him rattled his bones--blood, dismemberment, shadows... When the balista shots rang out, pushed the creatures back with fire, he felt air returning to his lungs.
Fall back!
He hesitated only a moment, still unsure of where he was supposed to be--here? how? what could he do?--but he followed the command. He tried to help carry the injured in where he could, but he was still aware at the stark differences between a full knight and someone whom was merely an apprentice. It was hard to not notice the stark difference in numbers as he looked around the room, as well.
When the Great Knights began to speak, Neithan remained silent. A great part of him wished to join Morgan, take up arms and attack the creatures with full force. He was no healer, that much he knew. And yet... when Percival spoke, Neithan straightened. Keep the castle safe. That was the first task in his mind. Keep people safe. Then rip the enemy apart.
Without a moment's hesitation he followed the Great Knight, steeling himself for the impacts he could only assume would come.
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My character's name: Neithan Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall man with a broad, muscular build, the dark-skinned and fair-haired Neithan can be easily picked out of a crowd. That he has a tendency to linger towards the back of them certainly assists in this. Slow to speak to others, despite his usually narrowed gaze he can be civil to any he passes. His preference for space and few words might earn him a frosty reputation among some, but the simple attire and warm light brown eyes does match the simple pleasures he finds in smaller gatherings and lighter conversations. All a great contrast to the immensely fiery temper he possesses, something he's still struggling to fully rein in despite training. Neithan is a man of action first, deliberation second, something fueled quite easily in his experience by his sheer size, strength, and explosive determination. Not always a bad thing to have on your side. Rank of character Knight Apprentice { 1d4 } Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 10:16 pm
[Aezeloth]
All hell broke lose.
He had not been expecting that, and so - in his panic he soon found himself in the great hall. But once he'd was able to rest and regain his composure and listen to the Great Knights, it became clear there was only one proper solution to the situation.
Victory or Death.
Pulling his Morningstar from his belt, Aezeloth followed after Ser Morgan.
They must take back the ground they had lost - or there would be no defending anything at all.
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My character's name: Aezeloth Character's journal link:Link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERAezeloth is a young man, just on the cusp of adulthood. His eyes are a rusty-brown and his hair a rusty-red. His skin has a ruddy-tan from his time in the sun.
Aezeloth is an aspiring knight-scholar, on a never ending quest to further himself both physically and mentally. He believes that perfection is only achieved where there is nothing left to take away from oneself. Aezeloth likes to train his mind and body daily, often going to great lengths in order to reach the peak of his potential. This can detract from his social standing a tad - as he does not have the patience to play politics at court - but his sound mind and sharp wit more than make up for lack of networking... Usually. Rank of characterKnight Apprentice ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
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[Julius]
Julius was not prepared for this - this was not what he signed up for why was this happening! He fled as quickly as he could, panic written plain as day on his face.
He curled into a corner of the great hall, and it took a bit of time for his panic to subside. There was not way in hell he was going to step outside the door of the great hall again. He tried to convince himself that he wasn't a coward - that the needs of the injured took precedence.
But he knew the truth.
The truth was he was scared to die - and so he remained with Ser Gawain. Afraid to add his might to anything but healing the wounded.
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My character's name: Julius Wolfe Character's journal link:Link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Julius is a young man, though well past becoming an adult. His eyes are a deep emerald green and his hair is a dark chocolate brown. His skin is lightly sun-kissed, but still holds a slight pallor to it.
Julius is a kindhearted young man who seeks to serve the kingdom in whatever fashion he can. He is sometimes overly polite, and often takes on more than he can chew out of a sheer refusal to say no to things - but otherwise he's just your average young squire trying to make his way in the world. Rank of character Knight-Apprentice ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
He was not a warmongering type. He knew this, and when the sky split with demons for another dimension he ran for the nearest sheltering, cowering and afraid. He didn't have the fire of aggression in him, he never has.
Lock was trained in the art of war. He knew neither offensive or defensive skills; his place was at the head of a wartable, commandeering, overseeing. He assumed a biased neutrality, a leading calmness that steered a ship to still waters through a tsunami.
So when it came time to pick, he knew his place. He would help those in need, dispense justice through benevolence.
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 10:57 pm
[Jynxes Enter/Exit]
Without giving it a second thought she was already standing and following the one she had viewed most as their leader. He was a man of action, but strong and intelligent, she trusted him innately. She couldnt just sit around and wait for something else to happen, if that were the case things would hardly get done at all, wouldnt they?
She took a deep breath and wrapped her hand firmly around her flail. She wasnt entirely sure what to expect, but the carnage already seemed great. Now was the time for action, not second guesses.
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My character's name: Jynxes Character's journal link:X BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER - 'Humanized' Jynx is approx 5'3, shoulder length straight black hair with a braid on each side pulling the hair away from her face. Her skin tone is a light tan.
- Clothing of choice is a norse viking apron dress which offers mobility with her mace but also doesnt break too much conformity of the female stigma of wearing dresses. The apron can easily be changed out when dirty from work or training just as jewelry, furs and belts can be used to 'dress' it up. X
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[arcadia]
At some point, Cady had managed to string her bow. It was amazing, what the body could do even when the mind was overwhelmed.
The courtyard had been littered with bodies - mostly their own. It was fortunate that Arcadia was a simple girl - that she hadn't made many friends in her short time there, spending most of it eating and wandering about. Still, the horrors of the night had not entirely escaped her. A numbness had set in; a dense cloud that made everything seem somehow more surreal.
She couldn't do this - but she had to.
Silently, dumbly, she followed Morgan back out into the fray. At least he'd spoken to her, once upon a time.
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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**
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 11:25 pm
There was a time when the choice would be obvious. Robert wanted to fight. He wanted the glory all for himself, and he wanted people to know that it was his sword that had taken them to victory. And he would do this, because all that mattered was himself.
He fretted over his choices now. Behind him, he knew that Mildred was waiting to see what he'd choose. He knew that taking her into battle meant putting her in danger - but she'd specifically told him not to devalue her like that. He couldn't think that way, anymore.
Still, there was glory to be had in all paths. If he was going to protect Mildred without walling her in, he was going to have to learn to be a better defender than this.
They were training as knights for a reason. They were gathered in this place in their efforts to combat the darkness in a meaningful way, and the best approach to any such thing was a tactical one. They were here to bolster their numbers and hone their skill until it came time to fight, because it would come time to fight.
As well as she knew this inevitability, Mildred was unprepared when that time emerged more immediately than she'd presumed it would. She had hardly managed to gain her bearings here, scarcely knew what she was doing, yet she was staring into the face of a battle that would undoubtedly prove her worth.
Or lack thereof.
They moved with the surge of the crowd, until their valiant forms spilled out of the corridors and into the daylight...the daylight...
She stopped, wide-eyed and open-mouthed as she kept her face tilted skyward. In each direction her gaze was met with darkness, strong and persistent, no pinpricks of light standing bravely firm within the sea of shadow. Every route that she could take would lead into the dark. There was no option that could keep the darkness away - even if she turned now and ran.
And that was how it always had been. That was familiar. The darkness was all that awaited her.
It was where she belonged. Not here in the light; in Camelot.
Something pushed her aside, and had she been able to pull her focus away from the misfortunes of her nature, she would have witnessed her own very close brush with death. The screams and sounds of combat were little more than a persistent ringing in her ears, a hum that she couldn't understand. But she could innately comprehend the shadows, who spoke in absolutes: consume, destroy, conquer. Force the world to be like you, and they would be the ones who struggled to conform. They would be the ones who perished if they failed to belong; not her, not--
Without realizing she was moving at all, she'd reached to take Robert's hand. It was the feeling of her hand within his that seized her from her thoughts and forced her back into the physical reality, and she tried to catch her breath in short, panicked bursts as she wondered why it had been so simple to think such things. What was she? Had she forgotten some crucial fragment of her being that would have made her think this all along? Was it some extension of her desire to have a place somewhere, or was her desire some remnant of a more dire problem?
She didn't know. She had no concept of where to even begin to answer any of this, and she might have descended into an unyielding spiral of worry, if not for the presence of a very clear indicator right within her grasp that something did have a place for her. Or, rather...
