"I just want to see what happens." It came out soft, distracted, Julian's eyes returning to the mirror and a smile flashing briefly across his face. It was the manic glee of someone who would poke at a hornet's nest to see what happened, or read the forbidden books to see what was so troublesome within its pages.
"It has to be something crazy." And he made the word crazy sound good.
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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
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 2:34 pm
Ezekiel snorted, stepping up on Julian's side to give the other man a long look before glancing back to the mirror. "Or it might kill us all." This possibility had occurred to him, but then so did many others. The indecision tied his hands, made him slow to do anything but watch for now.
What he wanted was an option that keep him, them, safe. Whatever path that may be, that was the one Ezekiel would pick. As of yet, he simply didn't know which that would be.
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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: Sun May 10, 2015 2:59 pm
[ Enter ]
He had been slightly injured, yes, but not nearly as much as the others who had engaged with the giant serpent. Jake clearly missed all the fun stuff. A break would have been nice, but he followed Morgan, wondering what all this could be about. The gate? Why would shadows be after the gate. Unfortunately, it was a question that would go unanswered for the moment. Jake had noticed the change in corridor's structure, glancing curiously at the seals surrounding the door frame. Were the scratches caused by the shadowlings as well?
Upon entry into the treasure room, Jake couldn't help but be impressed by all the treasure, but not was not a time to indulge. It seemed the other great knights had arrived, and Jake only cast puzzled expressions at each as they began to bicker between one another. Morgan wished to move the gate, Percival wished protect the gate, and Gawain wished to destroy it? While Jake had originally sided with Morgan to take up the offensive, it was hard to decide who was right in this matter. Each had their own reasons, and each were plausible.
The Great King's words were absolute, and while they were to follow the words of both the great knights and kings, it was inevitable the great king's words would hold more weight. Perhaps they should wait for their word? But, in such a situation, waiting was not a luxury they could afford. Action must be taken, and if the mirror/gate could seal the horsemen and shadows, then that would be the best course of action. Though this was true... was it really that easy? Gawain's words held merit, and if they were to fail at sealing even one, it would be the end of them. But... was that really a good reason to be shattering the gate? After all, he DID just say knights were immune to it, and-
Something Gawain had said made Jake's eyes grow dark. ... He had decided what he should do.
[ Exit ]
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My character's name: Jake Cross Character's journal link:[x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER See avi Rank of character Apprentice
Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 3:01 pm
It seems the Great Knights were too absorbed fighting each other to see the mirror simpy absorb the gate altogether. The mirror's surface immediately crystalized, revealing strange shadows surrounding the gate. The seals around the gate slowly began to dissolve. It would still take time.
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The MIRROR AND GATE CANNOT BE DESTROYED at this point as both protect each other now. Feel free to continue rping. All players are granted one extra action point
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 3:06 pm
[ Estel - ENTER ]
It was too late. Estel froze, one arm outstretched in shock towards the mirror. "Damn it... what's happening? It-- it looks like something's trying to break through!"
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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
Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 3:17 pm
It was too late. Though he tried to break the gate, the others had managed to slide it into place. He took a few steps back, shaking his head as the shadows began to form around the gate and mirror. That wasn't all that was happening. The seals were dissolving, slowly, and well. It just really wasn't looking good.
"Fools!" he hissed sharply under his breath. He glared at the ones who had pushed it into place, then took a few more steps back, staring down the artifact. His sword as in hand, as he prepared for whatever was going to try and make its way through.
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My character's name: Shun Kuroda Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark haired. basically like this Rank of character knight apprentice Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 3:30 pm
[ Enter from Courtyard ]
Oh man, Jala missed ALL the fun stuff. Why didn't anyone TELL her there was some giant shadow snake eating everyone? She wanted IN on that action! But that was neither here nor there, and there were more important things to pertain to. As far as it pertained to her, more important often meant more boring if it didn't mean more butt-kicking. Still, she was raring to go and had no intention of sitting this out, so she joined Sir Morgan as he headed back into the castle.
Morgan kept talking and she had no idea what he was saying, so she just looked around, wondering when they'd stop walking and start fighting more. She didn't know what he meant by a protective barrier, but if it was broken, that meant the shadows had made their way inside, right? Oh boy. More walking, and more broken things, but Jala paid no mind to them, keeping an eye peeled for any shadowy-looking things. Seriously, when did the fun start up again?
Upon entry into the treasure room, Jala's eyes lit up, and she let out a low whistle. "Damn, I'd kill to get my hand on some of this stuff." Were these the perks of knighthood? If so, she couldn't WAIT to get promoted. She totally deserved a promotion right now. She was tempted to reach out and touch some of the treasure (and maybe take one or two. It wouldn't be missed, right?), but then it seemed other great knights had arrived, and... a quarrel broke out. Well, it wasn't the action she was thinking of, but it was something! She didn't know anything about the gate or mirror and what they did, but it didn't matter because the knights were already fighting, and considering she had arrived late, it seemed some of the knights had taken Morgan's words to heart and had moved the gate. The two already fused into one and the seals seemed to be slowly dissolving. Were those... were those shadowlings?
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My character's name: Jalaja Character's journal link:[x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER[x] Rank of character Apprentice
Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 3:41 pm
It was in place and Damien could hear someone, the one who fought quite hard to shatter the gate at a weak point, swear about his failed chance at destroying the gate. "Why are you so dead set on breaking it? Pray tell, does thou know something the rest of us do not?"
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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
She'd taken her time, and perhaps that was the wrong choice. The truth was, she wouldn't have been able to decide what to do on her own, regardless - and when she arrived, finding the room in complete chaos over the newly protected gate and mirror. She'd been warned about the artifact, and it's dangerous nature - and judging from the way knights were fighting other knights, this was no exaggeration.
Hearing the angry cry of the man she'd earlier dismissed had her attention, and she moved near to wait until those around him had their say, before bending her head in to fretfully whisper.
"What has been done?"
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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 apprentice-knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 4:18 pm
If she had been feeling well about her efforts so far, that all comes to an abrupt end as the Great Knights begin to squabble. Abbi had followed them into the treasure room along with the other knights and joined the ranks of awkwardly waiting crowds, unsure but curious to see what the verdict would be. Of course, it wasn't that clear cut, and the girl listened to everyone's arguments and stayed quiet, as it was not her place to speak. Not that she really would have given any good input in any regard since she didn't know what the Great Knights were really talking about...
Everything devolves quite quickly, the knights drawing their swords and calling for their followers to attack or to move. Neither sounds good to Abbi, but it is simply because she doesn't have enough information on things. The gate is a mystery she cannot even begin to tackle, but fighting her fellow knights seems the wholly wrong thing to do. They must all fight together, for if they disband they are all doomed. But, despite not wanting to fight her brethren, she does understand that letting things dissolve into chaos and bickering amongst themselves won't work. Maybe its not the best approach, but Abbi will do what she can to keep a modicum of peace, even if it might not be strictly passive.
With her decision made she rushed off, avoiding the shadows that hovered around the mirror.
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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: Sun May 10, 2015 4:20 pm
Shun turned towards the first one who spoke to him, then just waved his hand at the gate.
"Can you look at that and honestly say that appears to be doing a good thing? How daft are you?" he hissed. A whisper could be heard from somewhere nearby. He turned sharply towards the source, finding one of the women he had fought with on the battlefield.
"The gate has been joined with the mirror. Now it is... doing that."
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My character's name: Shun Kuroda Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark haired. basically like this Rank of character knight apprentice Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 4:24 pm
[enter and exit]
Piper was done with all manner of flying creatures, frankly. After the chicken escapades and nearly constant fighting with wyverns, she wanted to just stick to things on the ground—at least those were in range of her weapon and weren't squawking flying predators she had to shout at to hit. So frankly, Percival could have said whatever he wanted and she would have followed regardless. Anything to get away from that hot mess in the sky raining down upon them.
(Screaming bodies falling from the sky were not the signs of victory she wanted from this endeavor.)
What waited for them down below was somehow worse. The three Great Knights were standing off against one another, and the more they talked, the less confident Piper felt. Sidhe? Was that something else to worry about? And now there was infighting, and the gate and mirror were locked together, and on the surface were moving shadows. Not good as far as she was concerned.
Panicking, she went to find Percival for guidance, tearing through the traitor knights attacking him.
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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-apprentice (1d4)
His answer to the man before her, as well as herself, had her attention returning to the mirror gate hybrid that now laid before them. She hadn't seen them when they were separated, so she had no idea that this wasn't exactly what the artifact had always been doing. When he explained it to her, she paled as she watched the shadows moving murkily within.
"And I am to understand that is not what it should be doing.." She muttered, more to herself than anything. "Is it safe to attack? Is there nothing we can do to protect ourselves?" And suddenly, she realized there was a more important question.
"Why is everyone staying in this room with that thing? Should we not leave the room, and seal it? I worry that we are simply waiting for the slaughter, by standing here." A look around the room made her head tilt with vague dismissal. "As beautiful as it is, I do not want to die here. Are the great knights truly spending this time arguing amongst each other when we should be moving to safety?"
But the truth was self-evident, as was made obvious by her next words, which were hushed and shaky with fear. Her eyes met Shun as she asked, almost pleadingly. "Is there safety?"
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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 apprentice-knight Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 4:28 pm
[Na'ima enter]
What. What the hell was going on. Na'ima groaned and covered her face with a gloved hand, shaking her head. So much arguing. A look of disdain was sent between her fingers at the three Great Knights fighting each other, and the knights attacking them, and the knights fighting each other. Her hand dropped to her side, her hand settling on her hip and the other on her own shoulder. She eyed the mirror and the gate with a frown.
"And if we leave, what would we be going into?"
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My character's name: Na'ima Saab Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERSee here 5'9", dark skin, black dreadlock hair, amber gold eyes. Long-limbs, agile. Wearing a long black dress with high slits up to her hips, and tall black boots accented with red. There is a tattoo on the inside of her left wrist of a single black and red-feathered wing. Na'ima is quiet and keeps to herself, and is usually seen with a black scarf wrapped around her head like a hood to attempt to hide most of her facial features. Approach at your own risk? Rank of character knight-apprentice
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 4:41 pm
Damien took the harsh words in stride. "No I havent looked back at the gate since we mov-" Indeed after the last few meters his attention was more focused on the safety of the other knights, whirling back at the gate and those that were circling it. "But how did they get in?!" He asked, alarmed with the artifact weapon in hand. They were joined by another, a vague memory of the person saving him from the wyvern that came across his path much earlier. "Should we clear out before... whatever happens.... happens with us in close proximity?"
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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
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My character's name: Abbi Killian 
