Strange...She wasn't intending on going down this way but...Some how her feet drew her to it, like her body had no will of its own. The corridor she found herself in was aligned with torches and strangely, these familiar looking red butterflies. Amy kept walking the amount of butterflies growing until she reached a large pile of weapons.
"These must be our weapons! Where is my Amethyst?"
She was about to reach for her prized sealed weapon when the butterflies started forming. Amy blinked, looking around to see if anyone else was seeing was she currently was...Is that?...
"Only those resilient of will could have made it this far, I commend you for your actions,"
She hissed, rubbing her arm slightly as she looked up to her queen with awe. What did she need to do? She didn't care what it was, she must do it...For her queen she would do anything. She listened intently for what she was about to say next.
"Now, there is one last task for you to complete. You see, I have a rather unforgiving son. He has been very, very bad. And while I would like to deal with him myself, I still have some other matters to attend do with someone greater. Prove yourselves. Behind me I have fashioned his greatest weakness. Defeat him, and I will seal his fate. I want him to lie in his own betrayal forever."
Defeat her son? Morgana had a son? What?
Amy frowned before nodding. Son or not, she needed to do what her queen wanted of her...
When the butterflies parted to reveal an empty casket, Amy was confused. How was she supposed to defeat her son if his greatest weakness wasn't even there? Shrugging, Amy turned to her weapon, swallowing before reaching in the flames hissing and whining at the feeling of her skin crackling and boiling. When she reached her weapon, she was surprised to see her hand had not been harmed like she was tricked into thinking. <******** magic"
She decided to leave then, not wanting to bother with the empty casket. She had her mission and she would fulfill it.
[Exiting to corridor of shadows]
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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: Sat May 16, 2015 6:10 am
[Enter]
The more time went on, the more everything seemed to Danirate Levinski to get more and more incomprehensible. Everything was warping into some sort of absurd reality. It was as though something still hidden, a mysterious and sly force was making everyone, every single one of them, lose their mind. But of course he was the only sane one left that was definitely for certain, Danirate thought in retaining his inflated ego, no matter what transpired he was always going to be unfazed and remain immune to all sorts of challenges to his sanity. However, this was in fact just him being in denial and refusing to believe that he also fell into the category of those who had no idea what was going on and were entirely perplexed as to which way was up and which way was down in the most simplified analogy that was also a far cry from fitting in accurately describing the disaster that was in full force right now in Camelot and the whole world. Still, any inkling of such of the later thoughts to cross his mind was shoved away carelessly as Danirate Levinski, the great great great great great great great, the marvelous, the extraordinary, the outstanding, the downright magnificent that no amount of praise given by himself or others was enough to fully credit his wonderful existence proceeded onwards.
It felt to him like the insanity injecting agent that stalked him in quests was following after him here even in the castle and now underground below it. Indeed, he was a formidable challenger, and he could understand the envy said agent could feel despite he himself being sure he would never experience such in wanting to conquer him and his might. But alas, and of course, the aforementioned agent would never win against him, his sanity was unbeatable and would never be brought into any degree of lack in sanity, so, tough, agent, HA, take that. Yet, Danirate found it bothersome to some extent that there are so many aspects lacking in intelligence to try to challenge him when he would never lose to them. Like now, he reached for his weapon and felt the resistance that was trying to ward him off. Danirate knew even battle scars on him would look fashionable and thus he was set on taking his rightful victory in putting the force in its place so as to realize that he was beyond able to take back what belonged to him entirely. He smirked triumphantly when he saw that aside from having successfully taken his weapon from the flames they had done him no harm in actuality.
[Exit]
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My character's name: Danirate Levinski Character's journal link:http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24688945 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER At last, after much practice, knight in training Danirate Levinski now has fairly little trouble with wielding his longsword to perform the basic strokes. However, he, this man, tall and proud, and whose crown of hair likens to that of the sun at the horizon's edge, did indeed have plenty of ground to cover still before he was capable of being recognized as a knight no longer in training, the next milestone he has set his sights on. So as to reach this next goal of his, he fully intends to continue to maintain his foundations and innovate as he proceeds onward. Rank of character knight Sacred Points obtained: 015/100
He walked slowly, as if a too-quick step might disturb the flickering torches on the walls. Butterflies drifted lazily down the hallway and they were strange, Horace thought. He glanced around - his companions were at least still there. Something told him to walk onward, although this place didn't seem like an exit. Suddenly, he could see them - lines of weapons along the wall, blanketed in those odd butterflies. He moved forward.
"Hey, I think these are our weapons!" Horace peered closely. A humming noise rang in his ears, like the buzzing of wasps, ominous and yet unimportant. There was... a casket, open, empty, waiting - but the butterflies swarmed around it and what would be the point in crushing them to reach old metal? Instead, he focused on the wall of weaponry. And there, lying innocuously among the rest, was Nonnie. Flames sprung around the twisted cutlass and Horace frowned. What sorcery was this? Slowly, he reached his hand forward - Nonnie was his, after all.
Pain. He swallowed a shriek as the flames wrapped around his flesh, burning, bubbling the skin up off of muscle and bone. No, Horace had to do this, he just had to endure enough and it would be his again. The skin began to crisp, peeling back from his hand and wrist. It smoldered, dropped to the floor in crisp blackened strips. In his mind he yelled, but only a thin whistle came from between his parted lips. His eyes widened, pupils swallowing up the blue of his irises. But Nonnie was his and if he tried hard enough... Finally, his hand bone and bits of burnt meat (the smell seemed to cling to his nostrils with each breath - he began to breathe through his mouth), he grasped Nonnie, hilt-first and pulled her free. Instantly, the pain stopped. Horace stumbled, his free hand catching against the wall. Sweat collected at his temples and he took another shaky breath.
"L-let's-" he said, flexing his hand as though he were unsure it was healthy and whole. "-let's get out of here."
[[exit to knowledge]]
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My character's name: Horace Nokoni Character's journal link:Chapter journal | Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall, brown-skinned boy with blue eyes. He keeps his black hair long and usually tied back. Horace uses a chained cutlass named Nonnie and, as a knight, he focuses on second chances for everyone and strategy within battle. Rank of character Knight
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 9:01 am
[Oliver]
The boy felt ill. This was wrong, Oliver was still not sure if he should have followed Horace or stubbornly remained in his cell to await death. What if the Great Knight was right, and they were merely part of the problem?
He didn't know what was worse, the thought that he should be executed, or that Galahad might too have been under the influence of whatever insanity had possessed the three dead Great Knights in the treasure room. Were they really now enemies of Camelot, escaping, going to find Morgana for her secret, spreading this 'corruption' without consequence?
Oliver was jerked out of his thoughts when Horace spoke, and reached for his own weapon, the chained staff, Knot. With a yelp he pulled his hand back. The pain had been intense, scalding in those hot flames. But Horace had persevered, and where his friend had retrieved his cutlass, Oliver could only try again, making a second grab for his shillelagh.
It was no less painful the second time, and he thought his hand would burn away to ash by the time he even touched the staff… But his fingers touched it’s rough wood surface, curled around it’s knotted circumference, and the pain was gone. A lingering memory.
The freckled kid trembled and clutched the staff protectively to his chest, but nodded and followed Horace anyway.
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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: Sat May 16, 2015 10:22 am
[[Hollandaise]]
She needed to reach the end of this hallway - it was a compulsion burning in her blood, in the mark that darkened the skin of her arm. Hollandaise only dimly noticed that Chaya followed her, her mind focused on the way the butterflies danced in front of her. She should tell him, a distant part of herself thought. The red-winged butterflies moved, coalesced, became her and Hollandaise flinched and forgot anything except how to listen, how to obey. The Queen, the Queen, the Queen. She spoke and her voice was the fluttering of tiny, powdered wings and everything she said was correct and beautiful and burning. Of course Hollandaise would take care of the Queen's son - there was no other option. Of course Hollandaise would obey; she knew her place.
After a moment wherein she forget to breathe, Hollandaise blinked. "Chaya - did you see? Did you see her standing there and she said, she-" She shivered as though someone had upended a bucket of ice water on her. Her hands curled around her middle for a second and then, she say the fir. "Oh, our weapons!" Unthinking, unheeding of the fire, she reached out her hand. And jerked it back with a cry of pain.
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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
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 10:31 am
[Enter]
Lass looked around as she finally slowed down from her sprint out of the dungeon, it was obviously some sort of catacombs with the ugliest series of statues that she had ever seen. They looked sort of like the creatures they had been fighting, which she sort of wondered if maybe the castle was built directly on top of some old burial ground of creepers. If that was true then it was the worse idea anyone ever had and there was sort of little wonder why they were rebellion against. At least these were only statues tho, and she wasn’t going to have to fight them all without a weapon.
Reaching the break in the road Lass started to head towards the obvious exit but then paused, if Galahad was out there she had nothing to actually fight against him, she didn’t have anything to do any sort of damage against the stupid knights that ran after him no. Turning around she headed towards the far left, hopefully it wouldn’t be a complete dead in or lead her back around into some danger as she started to follow it down. Butterflies started to appear similar to those she had seen when Morgana had appear giving Lass some delight in hope that something good would be at the end. Maybe something like a dead Galahad or so on and so forth.
Instead it was a room full of weapons, no their weapons that had been taken from them earlier. Her pace quickened as Lass started to look for her own, ignoring the empty casket to the side that hummed with some sort of magic. There, stepping closer to a sword with an elegant basket hilt she immediately recognized it as her. There was only one downside as she reached for it, it calling beckoning her was the flames that wrapped around it. They touched the tips of her fingers as if to burn away , the flames still wrapping around her hand burning, crackling to eradicate.
As her hand wrapped around the hilt she picked it up as if determined to keep it with her never to let it go again. The flames disappeared and her hand was still intact, perfect Lass thought as she started to head out, now she was finally ready.
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 10:50 am
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One moment he was at the small cottage watching as a group interrogated a small kid, the next moment he was sitting in the corridor of a dungeon that he had managed to escape from being thrown in earlier. Great, this was not helping the encouragement at all Matthias thought getting to his feet, but only a few minutes later a door opened and all the cells where free. Following the others he kept his pace slow looking over all of the rather disturbing décor that seemed to line something similar to catacombs. One, no more like some looked like the shadows that had attacked, even more so similar to the ones that had dug its claws into his arm earlier when he tried to break the bridge.
It was enough for him to eventually pick up his pace, quick enough that he paid little attention to which corridor he had walked down until he noticed a small group of butterflies. A frown etched itself on his face as he recognized them as those that belonged to Morgana. A chill crept down his back as he walked past the empty coffin, it hummed deeply with magic but whatever or whomever it held was gone.
Pausing he realized that these were all the weapons the knights had, and somewhere was his own sword somewhere. Stepping slowly forward he found it, flames dancing around it, beckoning as if it had some ability to call his name. He grew closer his hand reached out the feeling of heat, the burn sinking into his fingers his hand. Wrapping around he picked it up, the crackling as if meat fat dripped over the fire, and then it was suddenly gone. The pain the fire all of it was gone as he held his sword again.
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My character's name: Matthias Character's journal link:Chapter Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Long black hair, shaved on one side, wearing blue, white clothing with grey armor. Rank of character Knight Sacred Points obtained: 0/100
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 10:53 am
[Soren entering]
There were several corridors to choose from, including an actual exit, but from beyond that Soren could hear fighting.
Fighting in his position would be stupid. He wasn't entirely aware of everything going on and he wasn't armed. Soren did see something interesting though. People that seemed to have weapons as they moved from one corridor to the next. Most of them in some way involved with the corridor to the left.
So he took a chance. Soren moved toward that corridor and entered. His reward was the sight of rows upon rows of weapons. More weapons than could have been confiscated, and there, his own sword. Simple, unadorned other than it's chain, waiting for him in all it's neutral glory.
There was a hum in the air as he approached, butterflies flurrying around what appeared to be an empty casket, but it was not his concern. No, getting a weapon, being armed was far more important.
Flames separated him from his prize, but now that he had seen his sword, could feel it calling to him, he needed it.
Flames.
For a moment his mind flashed back to the site of destruction, to a ruined village and a scarred home. Flames always took and took and took, not caring what they left behind.
He refused to be left behind this time.
Soren reached through the flames, forcing himself to endure as they licked at his arms, pain bursting forth as he snatched up the sword and withdrew his arm quickly.
The pain was gone. His arm was perfectly fine, unmarred, and his sword was in his hand. Apparently it was all some sort of ruse, a bit of magic perhaps, but he had his sword at his side now. He could face whatever happened to come his way now.
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My character's name: Soren Character's journal link:Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Medieval version of him. Rank of character Knight
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[Sacha Entering]
Sacha really didn't give a s**t where he went to. There were offshoots from the corridor, and apparently an exit.
And exit with the sound of fighting beyond that. And him? Fighting? Not what he wanted to throw himself into. Sure he'd do it if it came to that, but if he could avoid it he would.
So he randomly turned into a corridor instead, taking a sharp left at the last moment.
Torches lined the wall, casting flickering light onto butterflies of all things. Butterflies that grew thicker and thicker as he walked on until finally he could see them clustering. What they were clustering around though was what was interesting. Weapons. Tons of weapons. Surrounded by flame.
He didn't need that.
Well, he didn't until his eyes landed on his bow.
She seemed to sing to him, and perhaps that was the hum that filled the air. He needed her, needed to feel her at his side, even if he wasn't great with actually using her. They belonged together.
She belonged to him.
So he moved forward, pointedly moving around an empty casket that was just weird. Really, who just left an empty casket lying around? Then he was before the flames.
Sacha stretched forth a hand, cringing as the flames started to move up his arms. He could feel his skin growing tight, cracking as it became too much, but finally his hand was closing around the curved weapon, pulling it free.
But there wasn't a wound on him. No burned marks, not even scarring.
It would be a useful trick if he was cooking over an open fire, but he had the upsetting realization that it was probably something spelled directly into these fires, and he wasn't just flame resistant. That was unfortunate. But at least he had his girl back.
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My character's name: Sacha Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Like my avi but medieval. Short. Rank of character Knight
Noemi didn't want Milo to see how bothered she was, cramped into the labyrinth, with its high walls and little light. She hadn't liked the dungeons for its lack of the sun and thus, had defenitly did not like this corridor.
She missed sunlight and laughter and....
His smile though made her give a shy one back and she looked to their joined hands. It was hard to think she could forget something like this was so normal for them. For her. Holding the hand of her intended, or just being in love in general. It was silly to think that it would get her through.
But at the end of this mess, at the end of this knighthood, she wanted to go back home, build their home....make a home.
"They are very pretty though..." Her thoughts drifted away as she saw the red butterflies, but knew better then to reach out and touch them. If it was Morgana, it came with a kiss that most called curse.
She heard a small hum, and eventually captured the tune to join in when the weapons, piled high and on fire made her eyes widened. She wanted to grab the hand Milo let go, keep it safe from fire and burning metal.
But like the other knight, she felt him calling her. "Yes. It won't be bad...." Noemi's hand hesitated, then plunged in.
The pain was instant and she wanted to scream, fire, hot and white and licking against her skin. Her eyes started to water and she bit the inside of her cheek to hold back the sounds of pain, trying to direct the pain anywhere but the arm that looked like it would fall off from the fire's kiss at any moment. The shield came to her hand and she pulled it out, placed over the perfectly alright hand.
There was a loud shuddering breath from Noemi and a small whisper.
"I am tired of magics." She checked her hand, then she went over to check Milo's and since neither of them had any damage at all, nodded.
"We have retrieved what is ours." She turned, holding her hand out.
"To this corridor?" She pointed to the one filled with shadows.
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My character's name: Noemi Hurley Character's journal link:[ HERE ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Noemi is Naive and quiet girl. Red curly hair with winged cuffs and fullbody armor. She follows a certain young knight to keep him out of trouble. Promised and engaged to the love of her life, Milo Hale. From the same villiage as Shu and Evan, both being very important to Noemi. Rank of character Knight Apprentice
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 2:50 pm
"Her?" Chaya asked, blinking with confusion, and looked to the butterflies. As Holly jerked her hand back, he reached for it with a little cry of distress. "Did it burn you? Let me see - "
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My character's name: Chaya Character's journal link:Chapter journal | Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A short, athletic boy with tanned skin, fluffy black hair, and warm brown eyes. He wears loose black clothes with a white fur vest and a white scarf. His weapon is a bow. Rank of character Apprentice-Knight
[Enter] As she was rushing down the red path Cadence stopped dead at the sight of rows of weapons. She moved closer to the weapons some of them looked familiar like the ones she had seen on her fellow knights when they had been working together. Her eyes widened and she let out and anguished cry as she finally spotted her war scythe, which appear to be burning in a pile of weapons.
How dare they try to destroy her weapon! It almost felt as if the weapon was calling to her for a moment as she instinctively reached into the flames to retrieve her weapon. Her eyes squeezed shut and she hissed in pain as the heat boiled her skin but she refused drop the war-scythe. Once the weapon was safely retrieved from the broiling flames she cradled it to herself for a moment before realizing that her hand no longer ached.
Was that some sort of illusion then? Inspecting the War-scythe she found no signs of damage. This seemed to confirm that it was some sort of magical fire. It was a bit strange and oddly convenient that the weapons where just lying there unguarded where they could be happened upon by escaped prisoners but Cadence was grateful to have the weapon back.
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My character's name: Cadence Tsukino Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER She is tall with long black hair that is kept up in a loose side ponytail. Her armor is mainly purple with accents of black. Rank of character Apprentice-knights. ** DONT FORGET TO DISABLE YOUR SIG WHEN POSTING**
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 6:05 pm
[Enter]
Aiden kept on following his fellow knights and when they came to a slip int he corridor he paused to think about where he wanted to go. In the end he continued on to the left. He kept walking even as more butterflies showed up in the corridor, just made sure to keep clear of them with a look. He wasn't really suspicious that they were bad, he just remembered what happened to his cell mates and it just made him want to keep out of the way. It turned out though that he would have to get closer to them though as he spotted the row of weapons on the wall where a good amount of the butterflies were.
The green haired knight ignored the butterflies to go over to the wall, drawn to the wall of fire and one spot in particular. He could see Bya there with in the flames, and he reached out to take her back with out much thought to it. As soon as his hand touched the flames he jerked away with a hiss, pain flaring from the heat. "That wont stop me." He said to himself and plunged his hand into the burning flames.
Aiden grasped Bya and pulled her out of the flames as quickly as he can. He had stumbled back a few steps before he realized he didn't hurt anymore. Red eyes searched his hand for any burn only to see undamaged skin. Was that some kind of illusion? Something to keep people from stealing Bya? Or more importantly, to keep him from taking her back? The knight scowled at the wall where his trident had been and pulled the forked weapon close in a protective way. Fire would stop him from getting her back, she was his and that was not going to change any time soon. Now however, it was the time to get out of here so he couldn't get caught again.
[Exit]
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My character's name: Aiden Harrison Character's journal link:[X] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER {Aiden} Aiden has green hair, red eyes, and nine times out of ten has a smile/smirk on his face.
He tends to be on the cheerful side, leading him to getting on others nerves easily in this time of tension and battles. Normally when this happens it makes him even cheerfuller since to him it's a great way to have a distraction by poking peoples buttons. Rank of character Knight Sacred Points obtained: 13/100
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 6:32 pm
[enter - chris]
Chris wandered down the corridor carefully, an ill feeling sitting in his gut. The crackling torches along the wall lit his way, but also cast sinister shadows that made him jump when something moved too quickly. It was all the worse when the butterflies began to appear and fluttered in and out of his vision, unpredictable.
The butterflies hit a critical mass at the end of the corridor, which was the first thing he noticed. There were so many of them that they obscured the walled in places, and he was almost certain he was hearing a faint humming. Perhaps from their wings? It was hard to tell.
Once he was able to see past them, though, he noticed the weapons. Rows and rows of them, carelessly hung. It seemed like every single knight had been stripped of their weapons, and they'd all ended up here.
The most troubling issue was that they appeared to be on fire.
Chris scanned the rows until finally his eyes fell on his sword and shield. Perhaps it was smarter to find a way to put out the flames, but it was like he didn't have time to think. One moment he was looking at his shield, the next he was reaching into the flames.
He cried out as it felt like his skin was burning and peeling back. The flames licked up his arm and he had to grit his teeth to keep from making another noise. It took no more than a second to grab his weapons and remove himself from the fire, but it felt like minutes or hours.
Miraculously no damage had been done. Though the phantom pain still made his skin feel hot, it was unscathed and as pale as ever.
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 6:41 pm
[ Enter Julian ]
The tunnel was dark, and it took a moment for Julian's eyes to adjust -- to make out the difference between wall and ceiling, to see where the path meandered and follow it, slowly, back toward its end. Around him, torches flickered and red lights danced, for a moment simple flames in the darkness. All at once, they took shape: butterflies that flitedt absently in front of his face before settling on a great weapons rack up against one wall.
A weapons rack full of weapons wrapped in chain and tied off with locks, that made Julian draw in a sharp breath and, without pausing another moment, dart forward to look for his own new prized possession.
His promotion had been unexpected, had been strange -- and, in truth, not entirely welcome. The weapon he'd draw out of the pool full of memories had been spiky and threatening in a way that gave him a bit of hesitation, that was unfamiliar and, he thought, ill-suited to the kind of fighting he'd like to do, aka, none. It was a weapon meant for a large man, someone strong and violent, not a quiet scholar who stood back and patched up the sick and the wounded.
Still. When his eyes settled on Whisper, he couldn't help but be glad of it: reaching out, even through the scorching flames, a blazing surprise, to wrap fingers around its body and draw it in against his chest. It felt right to have it in hand, now, even if he still wasn't crazy for its form.
Only once he was holding it did he pause to look around him: taking in the other refugees from the prison, each gathering their weapons, and then the mass of butterflies that shifted to reveal a great casket...
Maybe someone else stepped in to look inside, to see what they might find. Julian, instead, turned in place to start down the corridor and see what he'd find next.
[ Exit Julian ]
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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 Knight. Sacred Points obtained: 15/100 Word Count: 318
Even when his weapon had just been a battered old sword, a rough piece of metal vaguely shaped into something he could use as a weapon, it had been precious to Ollie: an important part of his identity as a fighter, as a knight in training, as a young man who would one day be a warrior. Once he'd been given his real weapon, though, sealed or no -- well. That had been the next step of his face, the evidence that he was where he'd meant to be. He'd fallen in love with his new girl, the simple and brutal falchion.
Now, as he stared at it through the flames, he hesitated: chewing on his lip as knights around him reached in fearlessly, his own hands tucked in absently against his sides. Ollie had been burned before. He'd set a hand on the hearth as a child. He'd turned away from flames as they overtook his home, when the invaders attacked. He didn't remember the specific moments, but he remembered the way its pain lingered, after the fact, and the searing smell of flesh.
He was afraid. Shot sideways looks on either side of himself. And while it seemed, to him, that other knights had their weapons without nursing blistered fingers, he still hesitated another long moment before he drew in a breath, closed his eyes, and reached through.
Ollie had been braced, but the pain of it still surprised him: made his eyes fly open as his fingers closed reflexively against Cerna's handle, made him jerk his hand back out again with weapon in his grasp, breathing heavily as if he'd just gone for a serious run. But when he looked down to his hand, he was well and fine. Untouched. Only the memory of pain remaining.
No different than he'd been before, except now he had a weapon.
And he meant to use it.
[ Exit Ollie ]
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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 Knight. Sacred Points obtained: 10/100 Word Count: 31
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