Chance more than anything else brought him this way, and when he saw the fighting, the circle of attackers and the ring of defenders around Galahad, he had half a mind to slip back into the shadows and disappear. Too much had been happening, too many twists and turns for him to have any clue now as to where his allegiances might lie.
In truth, there was only one, possibly two, that he held any sort of loyalties towards. Julian, of course, because hadn't they already come this far together? And the girl, the red haired, blue eyed girl from the memory at the pool. Them he cared about, them he'd fight to protect.
Ironically, one of them was here, facing off against their fellow knights to protect old man at the center of the knot. Ezekiel noticed him after an initial step back, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth before letting out a loud curse.
This was just wonderful.
Jogging forward, he pushed his way into the center, gave the blonde a deliberate elbow to the side and a hard look, before bringing his seax up in a defensive manner.
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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 Knight Sacred points 5/100
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 7:32 pm
Kari gave a small smile as another knight join them in defending Sir Galahad. "Thank you for your aid, but I don't think words will do anything but serve to antagonize", Kari replied in a small voice. "From what I've seen, like Sir Galahad and the three Great Knights killed in the Treasure Room, they all seem to be acting through a will outside their own."
Lifting her hand from her bloodied shoulder for a moment, she grimaced at the stain that had spread down a portion of her tunic. "I think the best we can do right now to prevent any more deaths is to defend Sir Galahad the best we can while we try to move him, and try to subdue anyone that attacks." She hated that they would probably have to fight their former allies, but she knew that just standing and taking attacks would cause needless suffering. Hopefully they could lift whatever was controlling them before the worst happened.
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My character's name: Kari Character's journal link:Journal BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown shoulder-length hair and blue eyes. 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 sacred weapon is a Quarterstaff named Shinobu. Rank of character Knight (1dcool Sacred Points obtained: 25/100
"I'm not much for lifting, and I'm not...not a great fighter, either..." Julian blinked down at the girl, then to the weapon in his hand: drawing his cheek between his teeth, slowly, obviously uncomfortable. It was clear he really didn't want to fight other knights, and for more reasons than just the moral. He didn't want to fight because he'd probably get his a** kicked, and that would be all the worse: both a failure and an embarrassment.
He grimaced, and half-turned to look at Ezekiel. "Can you play at defense, maybe?"
And then he'd focus on the girl, instead -- carefully moving to check the blood at her shoulder, to see just how bad her injuries were, and what he could do to help. The answer: not a whole lot, to his dismay.
"I can do what I can, I guess."
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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: 454
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It took Shun a little longer than he would have liked to make his way down the final corridor. But he was on high alert. Even if he didn't find Mordred, himself, there were plenty of tricks and dangers that he could encounter. As much as he hated to admit it, a fight was not something he could really deal with at the moment.
As he neared the other end, he thought he wasn't going to find anything here, but the area around soon seemed to darken somewhat. He furrowed his brow, slowing his approach even further. Someone was there. He couldn't make out who it was exactly, however. Their face seemed to shift a bit the more he stared ahead. There was something familiar, yet he couldn't quite tell who it was. Not with the way it seemed to change.
"Why do you bother? You don't really care for any of the others, do you?" the figure asked. As with their appearance, the voice was familiar, but he wasn't sure from where.
"The fall of the Great Knights... I bet you enjoyed that, you heartless monster. You would have loved to end them yourself too, wouldn't you?"
He tilted his head, coming to a stop now.
"I will put a stop to you now..."
The figure charged at him, and he braced himself, ready for whatever blow might come his way. It never came, though. Instead,d he could now see what was truly all around him. There was Galahad in the distance, just staring at... something. What was of bigger note, was the fact that there were multiple knights fighting one another. It looked like a few were wrestling over a golden cup of sorts as well.
"..."
He wasn't sure what to make of all of this.
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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 except wielding twin katar. Rank of character knight Sacred Points obtained: ??/100
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 8:14 pm
"Water," Galahad suddenly gasps, his eyes clearer, sharper. He looks confused, but only for a moment, clutching at his throat, "I need water."
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 8:17 pm
[[Horace]]
"It... it is Sir Galahad." Horace was utterly shocked at the state of the knight. Galahad was a shadow of his former self (he immediately banished the thought - perhaps shadow might be too-fitting of a term?), and he was wan and looked much, much older. Quickly, Horace moved forward, dodging around fighting knights to get closer to Galahad. What was everyone doing? This in-fighting was the same as what had happened before; it would only lead to ruin.
He sighed. He couldn't do anything in the long run, but he could try. "Oliver, can you see if he need any medical help... at least he's not attacking people..." Horace pushed back into the fray, determined to try and break up some of the fighting, somehow. Unfortunately, while Horace was not inherently a clumsy sole, the floor decided he should be clumsy that day. He slipped and something metal hit his arm.
Horace is happy, he knows that. And it's not just the place he's built around himself; it's the people. He'd always worried about being enough, but if he tried hard enough, he was. The sunlight streams through the window and he can see Hattie swinging herself up on a horse, challenging Oliver to a race. It's normal, the small, everyday, normal things he wants. He knows that Jan is just in the next room, reading, devouring each page over and over, finding some sort of unknown comfort in the repetition. Everything he needs is here and its safe. Horace thinks he should be content, but he wants more. He wants a bigger parcel of land for his family, his friends. He wants to be able to have the best horses in the country and the best food and he wants to give Jan all the books his heart may desire or anything at all the man wants. He needs to makes sure he's enough, to make sure he stays enough.
He wants everything.
False, a vision, an illusion sent to mock him just as the one before - but this one was different. Horace knew that the grail could, somehow, give it to him. He could have everything he wanted; he could have enough. Stricken, he snatched it out of the other man's hands.
[[horace has the grail]]
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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 8:21 pm
Oliver nods to Horace, and steps towards Galahad.
"Ah, S-Sir Galahad... I d-don't know if we have any water here, but please, let us help you out of here...?" He looked around at the other Knights and apprentices to see if there was anyone who could correct him on the water front. Even so, he offered the gaunt, and weak-looking Great Knight his arm for assistance.
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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 8:24 pm
He wasn't really surprised when Julian fell into the roll of medic. He was good at that, seemed comfortable with the roll, and there was no lack of demand for that particular skill set.
"Yeah." Ezekiel moved in front of the two, brought his knife a little higher. "But make it quick."
This all just seemed like a horrible idea. Not just where they now stood, but all of it. From the moment he'd pledged, to now, they had been faced with nothing but chaos and struggle, and without the memories of why he'd taken this oath it just didn't seem worth it to him.
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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 Knight Sacred points 5/100
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Hiding behind the throne was doing wonders for him in not getting stabbed, attacked, or otherwise. One crazy slashed at him with nails and he sort of just sidestepped it and continued to hide behind the throne.
Until some t**t tripped into him, the grail, and suddenly it was gone. HIS PRECIOUS NO! In his scramble to get up off the ground to get the grail again, he slammed his head into the throne and crumbled to the ground in a heap.
Whoops!
[ Bradley knocked himself unconscious! OOPS! ]
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My character's name: Bradley Evans Character's journal link:[ x ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Bradley is a tall young man with brown hair and brown eyes. He's incredibly gunho about this whole knight thing. He's jovial, hardworking, and really likes to smash things with objects. Almost too much. Many a barn has been destroyed because he gets too 'smash happy'. He's hoping joining the Red Faction will temper some of that excess energy. He's decently trained with war-scythes and other polearms. Rank of character Knight Apprentice
The weapon was lowered as the other knight began to approach, her curiosity overwhelming any desire to destroy him and prove him wrong. Mildred watched him in silence, listening patiently to everything he had to say, her posture stiffening only as he began to get too close.
It was a timely response, however, giving every impression that his inquiries were raising some truly troubling points. She seemed to greet these ideas with a growing sense of terror, her eyes widening as he stopped right in front of her, paying no mind to the fact that he was not looking at her, exactly - just his proximity.
She froze as he touched her cheek, seemingly incapable of even breathing. But she'd heard him very clearly, had imagined every sight he tried to provoke within her mind. Had considered what it might be like, surrounded by only the darkness.
Then she gave him a crooked smile as she sunk the blade of her weapon into him, exhaling on a sigh:
"So do I."
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My character's name: Mildred Kercher Morris Character's journal link:✍|♥ BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Mildred is tall, thin, and pale with a very long, highly impractical, and somewhat unruly braid of black hair, which now has a vine of wisteria braided into it. Her blue-green eyes can frequently be seen pinched into a squint when she's trying to focus: she is in need of glasses to correct her poor vision.
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 8:26 pm
Arrakis' hand didn't want to leave Hadyn's hilt when he took another look at the three corridors, or when he decided to take the corridor in the middle. He still had no idea which way was "out" but he figured being methodical about it couldn't hurt anything. If this one didn't pan out, he still had another corridor he could try, after all. As long as he stayed calm and level-headed, he'd be already. Right?
Right.
Okay.
So, center corridor it was. Taking a deep breath, Arrakis took long strides along his chosen route, passing into the center of three hallways. He felt considerably less vulnerable now that he was armed again, he had to admit, but he'd feel even better still once he was out of this mess and had some questions answered. What had caused everyone to lose their damn minds was a good start, he figured. Sure, Morgana had been there, but... This was beyond the pale. He wanted answers.
Arrakis almost didn't see them, as absorbed in his thoughts as he was. Little things had been flickering at the edge of his vision, but he had attributed them to tiredness. But when he saw a hand reach from outside his periphery, he nearly leapt to the side, so startled was he. His heart and stomach sank when he laid eyes upon a form he couldn't really recognise, but that still felt intimately familiar to him. It was like their features shifted whenever he tried to focus on them, half of them shrouded in shadows that flowed across them to block him. Speaking of losing minds...
"Who are you?" He hated the break in his voice when he spoke, a crack that made him sound for a moment like a scared boy rather than a young man. A young man that, of course, was admittedly not feeling the bravest in the world, but not a child... He felt rooted to the spot when they--whoever they were--reached for him again, and he felt dread pool quietly in his stomach.
"How could you?" Their voice as an accusative hiss, words spat in disgust, and Arrakis stammered wordlessly for a second. "You couldn't deal and just had to do it, didn't you?" The form got closer and Arrakis shrunk back. "You coward." He didn't recognise them, but their words stung deeply, to the very core of him.
"I didn't do anything!" His protest was met with a wild laugh.
"Exactly! Exactly!" He could have sworn he saw a wide grin, but he couldn't focus on them well enough to know quite for sure. He felt his heels bump the wall of the corridor a second before his back did the same. Swallowing hard, he shook his head, but was cut off with, "You did it! You could have saved us all! But you just sat there! It's your fault!"
"No, no, that's not poss-"
"Of course it's possible! You're a coward!" Arrakis didn't have any idea, really, what they were talking about. But... could they be right? Maybe he was trying to block it out. No, that... wasn't like him, he wouldn't- "And you just want to run away now, don't you? You're a coward and a failure."
"No, I..." maybe they were right, though. He'd wanted to run away this whole time. Sure, he wanted to find answers, but he wanted a way out too... Maybe he really-
"You should have died a hundred times already." The disgust didn't cut quite as deeply this time, Arrakis' wince in response having a note of resignation to it. "You're lucky, but you're worthless. Why don't you just leave it alone already? You're never going to be any good, you know." Arrakis turned away from them, walking as fast as his legs would carry him, but their voice carried almost as well. "You're never going to make it! You were never going to! You can't!"
The words echoed and a sob caught jaggedly in Arrakis' throat. For a moment, his footsteps faltered. They were right. He couldn't do anything. He never could. He hadn't been any use to anyone. Even in the dungeons, someone would've figured out that puzzle, surely. It had been no great feat that he'd done it. And was the puzzle even something they'd needed? They could have found the way out on their own without him. All he had done was read some words. Nothing impressive. Nothing worth thinking he was actually useful to anyone... They hadn't needed him. No one had ever needed him. No one needed him.
"Get it now?" He heard their voice jarringly close. "You could just let it go. Stop playing at being a hero when you can't even save yourself."
No one needed him.
Maybe they were right... His footsteps slowed. Maybe he should give himself over the dark promise under their words. It would be easier for everyone that way. He wouldn't be in anyone's way. The person who'd nominated him in that hall--what felt like seven lifetimes ago--had clearly been mistaken. If they'd known him, known what he was like, they wouldn't've thought he was worthy of that kind of honour. Cowards don't become heroes.
Cowards die.
No. No, no nonono. No. This wasn't right. Arrakis could be useful. He wasn't a coward. How did he know that anyone else would've been able to decipher that message? And when he was off on those trips with that one knight with all the freckles, he'd been able to do that, right? He'd been useful to him, hadn't he? Winds only knew where that knight was now, but wherever he was, it wasn't Arrakis' fault. He had come this far. He couldn't die now. He wouldn't die now. To give in, to lie down... That would make him a coward. And he'd be damned if he was a coward.
Arrakis turned with a snarl towards the figure taunting him, but found nothing. Or, rather, found something that was not them and their maddening voice.
Galahad?! His eyes widened at the sight of several knights and a haggard Galahad before him. He had to do a double-take to make sure he was even seeing who he thought he was seeing. Of course, it looked like they had a handle on things. Galahad looked like he was secured, at least. That... was a relief, he supposed. He wouldn't honestly mind finishing off what something else had clearly started, but he wasn't willing to fight three other knights for it.
"Everyone alright?"
Well, aside Galahad, of course...
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My character's name: Arrakis Dismth Character's journal link: [xXx] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Arrakis is tall and built as if still growing into his body, with long arms and legs and shoulders that will broaden eventually. His long auburn hair is almost always worn back in a braid to keep it well out of his way. An active individual, he prefers to spend most of his time doing things that keep him moving (such as sword drills) and the tan lines on his olive skin show his love of being outside. Rank of character 1d8
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 8:26 pm
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"Quick," Galahad demands, grabbing Oliver like a lifeline, "before they return. If they see you, then it is already too late."
"I might have some water!" Shayne replied as fast as he could. Searching in his bag, he putted out a bottle of water. "Could this do?" He asked Sir Galahad.
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 8:32 pm
Uru looked down at himself and then to the withered Great Knight.
"My clothes are still kinda dampfrom the Cells..." He offered from the back of the knights crowding Sir Galahad.
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 8:33 pm
Oliver squeaked, startled by the speed and urgency in which Galahad grabbed his arm.
"S-Sir! B-before who return? What do you mean?" He asked nervously, glancing back down the hallway from where they had come. The man's riddles reminded him too much of Gawain's broken explanations, and the madness that perhaps wasn't entirely madness. The Great Knights, whether intentional or by design, had been keeping some very large secrets...
Although Oliver turned to let the other knight through with the water, he didn't step away. Even if he had wanted to, Galahad's grip wouldn't allow it.
