Trisha pouted at the ones protecting Galahad. On some level she knew they were right; that he should have a trial. On the other, her hands tightened around her spear and she glared at them. He deserved to die. She could feel it in her bones. He must die.
Sir Lancelot would not be happy to find another dead knight.
But he tried to kill them.
"Nothing is wrong with me. He just no longer deserves to be a great knight. And fallen leaders deserves only death." She frowned more. "But I will wait for the trial since he is now secured. One wrong move from him and I will not hesitate."
"Huh." Shayne mumbled as Camilla remind him that this Sliverheaded guy was under the same spell as Galahad. "I know! I know that, Camilla! However, we need a plan and fast! We can't do this all day." The redheaded boy told cheerful girl as he wasn't even playing Haze no mind at all.
As Shayne turned around, all he could see was a long blade coming straight at his head. "Holy Sh-!" He cried as frighten expression washed over his face as rolled out of the way. "R-Rolling T-Thunder!" He cried out as shot another arrow towards the crazies Knight that was attacking. "Maybe I could stop him from attacking without killing him." He told Camilla as he still wearing frighten expression on his face.
action 2/3
Battle Stats
Stance: Attacking - Haze Damage Done: Missed ((It's because of the attack calling huh? >.<)) Health: 50/50 Action Points: 2/3 Used
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My character's name:Shayne McRotten Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Shayne's look's green eyes, shaggy gingery hair which is in a pony tail, and pale skin. Rank of character Knight (1dcool
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When I started this meta... I always want to call out that attack from the tales series lol XP
Myoukin
Rikku Takanashi
Shayne trying not to killed him.... See Shayne missed him?.... O-O Meep!
Shayne looked over at Trisha with a serious as his heart was pounding. "T-Then I wouldn't hesitate to protect him." The redhead boy told the girl that once healed him. "Just be sure that you don't have any doubts in your heart when you are doing so." He added as he was remembering what Shun had told him from the start.
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My character's name:Shayne McRotten Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Shayne's look's green eyes, shaggy gingery hair which is in a pony tail, and pale skin. Rank of character Knight (1dcool
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 5:18 pm
"I'm glad you're willing to see some reason. Just as others have been manipulated, I feel Sir Galahad's will is not his own", Kari replied, not liking that the knight still held aggression, but was at least willing to hold off on her attacks. "Just like it's not just for us to be condemned for actions beyond our control, we would be no better to condemn him for actions that may have been beyond his. Your knight's code is kindness and sincerity, to show understanding, is it not?"
Kari took a deep breath, knowing that what she was about to request was a big risk. "I would like to ask you to help us defend Sir Galahad, if only to assure he survives to get his trial and reveal the truth of our situation", she asked, hoping that the girl would be able to push back her need for revenge to do the right thing.
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help us?
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My character's name: Kari Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A slight build and small stature (110 lbs, 5'3"). Quiet, calm, cautious, adaptable, respectful, and determined to do any task she feels of merit to completion. Her scared weapon is a Quarterstaff named Shinobu. Rank of character Knight (1dcool Sacred Points obtained: 18/100
"My code is to help. But if I come it is to protect you from him. I understand that his actions may not be his own... and if they are I feel deeply for him. But a fallen knight is still a fallen knight. He is too deep in the madness to be anything more than a raging old man at this point. It would be kinder to kill him on the battle field than to let him stand trial. I feel this deeply from my heart. the best thing to do would be to kill him now. However, I am willing to escort him to a solid prison cell instead."
But she would come. She wouldn't protect him. She couldn't. But she would escort him back to Sir Lancelot and the king. For a trial she supposed. Though she worried that the madness from him would only spread.
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Sheyenne Thunderstorm
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 5:36 pm
[[Horace]]
Horace had chosen a corridor almost at random and he already regretted it as goosebumps rose along his arms. The walls seemed close, too close, as though they pressed against him, mocked him. His eyes darted back to Oliver and he swallowed. There were voice here, and surely the other man heard them, too. They whispered of how much a failure he was, of the disappointed truth, how he deserved what he had gotten, he deserved anything bad that happened. There were voices that were familiar and not familiar, other knights he'd met, people he could not remember. He paused a moment and pressed his hands hard against his ears, but he could not muffle them. Breathing deeply, he ducked his head, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.
And when Horace looked up, he was there. A smile crossed his face and he almost called out, but Jan lifted his hand, stalling the words that threatened at Horace's lips. Something was different. "My darling," he said, and Horace remembered his voice - like this, full of emotion and not the 'Lawr' he'd met here. "I wish it hadn't come to this, you know. I wish you had been better. But you can't be - it is in your nature to be simply as you are. You were always only a simple melody without much value." Jan paused and his form walked slowly towards Horace. He was frozen in place, muscles vibrating from tension. "You know," Jan said, and slid his hands up, around Horace's neck. It felt so real - why was he here, why was he... Horace's breath shuddered through him as the apparition's fingernails dug into the side of his neck. An aching sorrow beat within his chest, one he didn't understand. He was never a fighter, not really, he took what Jan gave and was happy for it.
"It was your fault for trying so hard. The things you wanted, you see, all have their cost. And you failed and always will fail. It is a shame, isn't it?" And Jan leaned forward and up, pressing his lips to Horace's cheek in a kiss, familiar and somehow no longer comforting. He closed his eyes, accepting, as always, the things he deserved. The hands tightened briefly around his neck, cutting off his oxygen with a sharp clench and then, they were gone. And when he opened his eyes, Jan was gone too.
He gasped as though just remembering how to breathe and his hand flung out to catch against one wall. Horace could assume, maybe, that it was a vision, but that didn't mean anything he'd said had been wrong. His hand clenched in the fine soft lawn of his surcoat before he remembered to shoot a glance over his shoulder. "O-oliver?" He hated how his voice trembled from the aftershocks. What if Oliver had seen through him, too, seen through to the incompetency that lay buried in his bones, a part of his very blood? Horace wasn't good enough to be a knight, for all he pretended. He wasn't enough for anything. He straightened and smoothed back his hair.
"I think we are near the end, Oliver."
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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 6:10 pm
[Oliver - Entering]
As Oliver followed Horace through the dark corridor, his hands tightened around the staff, Knot. He began to wonder if they were alone in the darkness, hearing slight whispers in eerie voices echoing around him. Somehow they sounded familiar, like a name just at the tip of his tongue. His companion must have heard it too, Oliver nearly bumped into his back when he stopped and covered his ears for a moment.
He couldn’t shake the sense that he knew them, the whispers in the dark, and when a shadowy silhouette moved in the darkness, it spoke with such familiarity the boy didn’t even flinch at the sight of it. But he paused as another shadow form moved nearby, and then another, hazy, yet more solid than any of the others.
“Oliver. Do you remember?” It said, gently.
The freckled boy shook his head. He didn’t, but felt like he should have, just the whisper made his heart ache with yearning and failed recognition.
“You ran. Poor, scared little boy. You ran away, and left us to die.“ The voice was still soft, but it was almost an accusation. ”You left us to burn. You should have died with us. Yet you ran away, every single time. You are running away now, weak and scared…” The harsh edge in the voice grew firmer, more obvious, more mocking. “They must have been blind to believe you could ever be a knight, inside you are just a sad, cowardly thing. They were right to want you put to death, but not for the corruption they suspected, no, the fright rotting inside of you is much worse. You should have stayed in that cell, but you ran, once again you ran like a coward, fleeing in f-“
The sound of his name jolted Oliver as if waking him from a terrible daydream. The knight’s entire body trembled, and his knuckles were white and stiff from being clenched so tightly around his staff. Perhaps it had been a fit of madness, but in the aftermath of the waking nightmare reality seemed almost crueler in comparison. Living on as a coward and a fake, his tenacity would deny him the easy way out those shadows had proposed.
“A-are we?” Oliver muttered in reply, his voice weak.
They moved along further down the corridor, when the sound of voices became clearer, these ones real voices, of real knights and apprentices, surrounding what looked like the treasure room all over again. A Great Knight, at the mercy of his own army.
“H-Horace, is that… Galahad?” Oliver asked, his hands tightening once again on his staff.
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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**
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 6:16 pm
Hazethe Black Knight ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆
Haze would bite down on his own lip, clenching his teeth together as he knew the trajectory of his attack was off the moment Shayne turned around. The man's silver eyes watched as the other dodge out of the way. There wasn't a moment's time before the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Sensing the incoming attack from the other male Haze would quickly duck out of the way. Skidding out of the way and jamming his staff into the ground to help his balance. The arrow had flown right by his cheek, almost cutting into it if it wasn't off by just an inch. Instead the weapon serrated some of his white hair. He did not show any fear in that moment, not feeling anything but seething greed as the strands fell to the ground and the arrow flung off the wall behind him.
He snapped his face up towards Kari, seemingly listening to her words as she proceeded to say he was the fool. How could they possibly understand? They didn't see the vision he did. It had to be true, it was a prophecy meant only for him. And he was going to make it happen. "S-s-say want you want! B-but I know whats true, I c-can feel it. I g-guess I'll just have to b-beat it into you" he would say. A smile peaking up against his lips, one ragged and down right creepy. What was happening to him? An effect such as greed surely shouldn't have made someone go this mad. But Haze had resisted his feelings for so long, had locked them away, that they were all spilling over into one jumped mess. His attention was no longer are the red-headed knight but instead he would direct his weapon towards Kari. Twisting his weapon forward to strike down the woman who kept trying to get in his head. "I w-want it! I WANT I-IT ALLL." his voice was growing weaker with that scream. His vocal cords burning and straining. He had never spoken like this before, and at the rate this was going he was going to make himself mute.
Battle Stats
Stance: Attacking - Kari Damage Done: 7 Health: 37/50 Action Points: 3/3 Used
My character's name: Haze Vix Character's journal link: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Stoic, Observant, Loyal. All qualities of the young knight in training. Possessing shaggy mid-length white hair with one side slicked back and cold gray eyes. Upon his torso he wears a belted black leather tunic with thick black chain mail underneath. Around his neck hangs a loosely hung scarlet scarf, while on his lower half Haze wears fitted black pants with knee high leather boots for ease of travel. Two belts wrap around his waist, holding a few very small leather satchels for necessities in travel. Rank of character Knight
Pokerus wondered if "Stay close and keep away from the grail." Could be interpreted as "walk way and fall onto it" Because apparently that was what the silver haired boy did, and now he was with the rest of the mad people trying to kill each other for it. s**t, how was she gonna get him out of this?
The knights that were defending Galahad had decided that it was time to get him out of here, and where starting to move him. Listening to their speed, she nodded. "It sounds like a good idea. Hopefully we can get him out and to a safer place, though I don't know how many safe havens there would be down there."
Of course, one of the crazed people, which of course was the silver haired boy, decided he didn't like that idea and started attacking everyone. "s**t" she cursed, turning to the others. "I'll help to guard him as you leave, but I also ant to try save that kid." Considering she had asked him to follow, she felt somewhat responsible.
It was obvious they were all possessed, and she had no way of breaking magical spells, but she was gonna try.
She rushed at Haze, but did not strike out with her sword. Instead she threw the hilt of her blade into the boys stomach.
"WAKE THE ******** UP DAMMIT!" She shouted into his ear.
[attacking haze, action point 2/3 used]]
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My character's name: Pokerus Character's journal link: Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A girl with with shirt under a brown vest, brown gloves, dark leggings and a pair of boots. Has long brown hair and brown eyes Rank of character knight.
"H-Hey! Don't you dare attack her!" Shayne called out as he loaded another arrow into is bow. "Snapped out of it!" he yelled as he pulled back on his bow and took aim at the crazies guy. After he locked on to Haze; Shayne let the arrow fly into the air. In hope of stopping him hurting anyone.However, Shayne was surprised that he hit the guy died on again.
My character's name:Shayne McRotten Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Shayne's look's green eyes, shaggy gingery hair which is in a pony tail, and pale skin. Rank of character Knight (1dcool
He stumbled away from the corridor of fire with his bo's reassuring weight in his palm. Back at the fork, Bren only paused briefly before taking the middle path. It was the next logical way to go after the leftmost one, and something about the hall called to him too. Bren tried to hurry, but eventually his legs grew heavy and he paused, a familiar presence just behind him.
Be brave, knight. Your death would not erase the evils you have perpetuated, but it would prevent you from causing further harm. Your eating knife is surely sharp enough. Drag it across your throat. The pain will not last lo—
Brenley shook his head furiously, shocked to find a man that resembled the Great Knight Galahad sitting in front of him when he opened his eyes again. His first impulse, after all the man had done, was to strike, but he looked bad enough without Bren adding to his pain.
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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", a bo staff made of dark wood, shoulder armor studded with blue-green stones, a mantle with blue flowers carved into it, blue and black gauntlets, a sandy tabard, a coppery helmet with a spindly, leafless tree carved into it, deep brown leggings with blue gradations throughout, blue tunic, boots. Rank of character: Knight Faction: Green
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 6:47 pm
Kari moved her quarterstaff to block the blow, but couldn't suppress a hiss as the weight of the black knight's weapon crashed down and managed to dig into her shoulder. As she managed to push back her attacker, two figures, Pokerus and Shayne, rushed past her to retaliate against the assault.
"Make sure you only attack to incapacitate!", Kari cried, absently putting a hand onto her bleeding shoulder, more worried that another death would take place. Kari continued, her free hand clenched around her own weapon, "It was just a scratch, he's not in his right mind. Just like Galahad, he doesn't know what he's doing!"
She couldn't let another death happen. She refused to stand by and let another die.
By the time Julian found his way down the corridor, it seemed things were already well into motion: a mess of knight against knight with Galahad at its core, the man looking gaunt and sickly and on the edge of death. It drew Julian up short and made him draw in a slow, shaky breath, his attention sliding to the arguers and those on the edge of fighting. There was a choice to be made here, clearly, and it was obviously one that should take some consideration, but --
He didn't even pause. For Julian, there was only one option. He eased forward after that one moment's pause to stand with those protecting the knight, and took just a moment to look him over: checking his eyes and drawing in several deep breaths. Something about the man looked not quite human, just now, looked shadowed and dark, and damned if Julian knew what to do about that. He could treat wounds, certainly, but this...
Instead he turned out to face those in a circle around them, those trying to commit acts of murder and turning on their fellow knights. Those who were angry, furious instead of guilty or ashamed, as he had been since the battle.
"What's the point of this? You can always kill later, if that's what you want so badly, but once he's dead he's dead." Julian's own weapon still hung somewhat limp from his hand -- not currently in use, unfamiliar even if some part of him loved it -- and he shot it a brief look as if he was trying to decide if it was time to take action himself. He thought not, though, licking his lips and shaking his head as his eyes cut sideways to those on his side.
"Why can't you just wait, instead of making the same mistakes we all made before?"
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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: 310
