Oh how he would have loved to finish him off permanently.
Instead, Wrath decided it would be for the best if he obeyed Morgana's wishes, and brought the hilt of his sword down hard on Mordred's big, stupid head.
Wrath hp: 23
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[b]My character's name:[/b] Wrath (Rathsvith is full name but does not go by this ever) [b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24688757]here![/url] [b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:[/b] Long dark hair often pulled partially or fully back, dark beard, dark tanned skin, brown eyes, very tall and very muscular (think viking like) [url=http://a2.cdn.gaiaonline.com/dress-up/avatar/ava/27/68/252069e86827_flip.png?t=1430879942_6.00_01] avvy ref![/url] [b]Rank of character[/b]Knight
[ lol, I dunno if I still have to roll for the stabbing, but I still will ]
The path that Noemi had chosen had been much darker than others, there were no torches lighting the way and no pile of weapons aflame. Darkness greeted them as well as dancing shadows that shouldn't have been there with the absence of the light. Milo watched them curiously but then found his interest caught by something else. The sounds of battle.
Milo gripped his spear like weapon tighter in one hand and Noemi's in the other and urged her forward to the scene that was transpiring before them. Gawain's staff retreating, a dark figure fleeing and the other knights of their company slaying Mordred.
Another great knight they couldn't protect. "Wh-what? Are the accusations against us correct? What happened?"
(Ow, did he just get stabbed?)
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My character's name: Milo Hale Character's journal link:link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Milo is a tall young man, lean of build with short brown hair, bright green eyes and tan complexion. Always with a smile on his face and cheerful words. He likes to have at least one insanely bright blue item on his outfit. Rank of character Knight
Weapon in hand, Mmur first tried to find his way back to the cells, thinking that with the new focus on this hall, there might be no one to keep him from leaving entirely and taking his chances outside the castle. Try as he might, he could find no windows or doors that would budge. There was more to it than that. They wouldn't even jiggle in their frames. They were unnaturally locked.
With nowhere else to go, Mmur turned to head toward the fork. The stairs seemed endless, and when he burst into the open again, he took the path farthest from the one with the butterflies, determined not to end up there again.
Hefting Waldorf onto his shoulder, Mmur continued on. The darkness was stifling, but far less so than the red corridor had been. Sourceless pain overtook him once he reached what he concluded was another open area, and then there were voices and fighting and...
He was on the ground, lying on his side, staring blearily at a small man with a beard. Gawain? He'd heard Gawain was dead. Mmur rolled onto his back. His vision began to clear. While it was true that he had only seen the violet knight once or twice at any distance where he could make out the man's features, he was fairly certain that he was seeing him now. Many times. The cavern was filled with Mordreds.
He looked down at his hands, now pale as the moon.
HP: 40/50
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My character's name: Mmur Character's journal link:x BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark brown hair, medium brown skin, blue eyes, skinny, 5'10", arbalest, helmet with an orange tree carved into it, toucan leggings, shoulder armor covered with small red gems, bright red mantle with yellow detailing, orange gauntlets, orange tabard tied around his waist, no shirt or shoes. Can't read. Rank of character Knight Faction: Violet
Noemi wasn't sure why she was drawn to the darkness, after the fire, she supposed she wanted less danger. It seemed she hadn't really thought her...thoughts out.
The hallway opened up eventually to a scene she hadn't quite expected. Mordred with a staff, other knights subduing him and...
She looked at Milo who was bleeding on his side, before she felt a sharp pain on hers and stared at it.
When had....
and then Mordred was knocked out and the small knight was still staring at her stab wound.
"Excuse me....does anyone have....bandages...." The small knight placed her hand over the bleeding wound, then decided to use her cape.
This was quite the night, now wasn't it.
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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 2:08 pm
Mordred simply collapsed-
- And then his form faded away to reveal someone else entirely. They were obviously human, a knight perhaps, and most definitely not Mordred. Unless his secret appearance was that of a bearded short knight with a potbelly.
The knight was very much dead.
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THE ILLUSION:
- Congrats. You are ALL MORDRED. EVERYONE LOOKS LIKE HIM. AS LONG AS YOU ARE IN THIS THREAD (it fades away if you take more than 10 damage). ENJOY
Also PVP is turned on, and turns are unlimited as long as you are in the thread. However, you cannot attack a person twice in a row. You must wait until they respond before attacking them again.
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 2:33 pm
[ Ridon ]
Apparently Ridon found solace in the shadows. Or needed to relieve himself. Something. He sort of stumbled out later to watch Mordred collapse... and become someone less entirely.
Well that explained it. Maybe. He had hope that Mordred was not dead, and not corrupted, and held onto that. The only problem now was that everyone else looked exactly like Mordred too. Ridon had a sinking suspicion so did he.
Oh no.
[ Ridon's HP: 44/50 ]
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My character's name: Ridon Character's journal link:[ x ] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Ridon is a small boy, with pale skin and fine blonde hair. Light blue eyes sit in a sort of hollow face, and his cloths seem too big for his body. Rank of character Knight
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 2:56 pm
The heartbreak that Thackery felt at the sight of Mordred falling was almost too much to bear. His whole world began to crumble, and his vision began to fade at the edges, heart aching with despair.
"But I--but I--"
He was nearly lost within a downward spiral of hyperventilating, until his weary eyes fell upon the sight of the body where Mordred's should have been. That wasn't his Prince!
And he would know!
This was almost as worldchangingly distressing as the preceding events. Where was his Prince?! Dizzied, he looked up to...to...
So many Princes.
It was sort of disturbing how much sense it made to him. In his desperation, he'd pleaded with him to use 'the whisper magic' to get away - and he hadn't, because he had a better magic. Now he understood!
"MY REAAAL PRINCE ISN' ANNYYY OF YOUUUU!" he smugly shouted, pleased with the effectiveness of his own loyalty (and seemingly ignoring the fact that he'd been following a man who wasn't his real Prince this whole time, with the assumption Mordred was still physically present).
But the confidence was enough to remind him to be brave, which in turn reminded him to take his place. Wide-eyed and panicked with his need to achieve this, he straightened up, brushed himself off, and--oh sweet Mordred, he was Mordred too. He'd notice such perfect skin anywhere!
His heart pounded, the pulse thrumming in his ears and drowning out the sound of anything else. This was the only thing he needed to be certain that he could effectively take his place within that casket. There was no time to admire the mere sight of so many Mordreds. He'd promised to be the most brave, and he would be.
Determined, he took one deep breath, turned back towards the previous corridor, and ran.
[ exit ]
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My character's name: Thackery Character's journal link:â™›|â…¢ BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:Thackery has very pettable black hair, darkly-tanned skin, and lavender eyes. He is wearing more keys than you can easily count. Though he appears visibly enthusiastic all the time forever, the energy does not equate to effectiveness - he is terrible at paying attention to directions and is just really happy to be here hi everyone! Rank of character Knight
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 4:34 pm
[Currently looks like Mordred] HP: 7
Shun stared as the knight collapsed over, dead, revealing himself to not be Mordred at all. He closed his eyes and sighed. Of course. This really wasn't helping with the whole 'he's with the Sidhe' thing he was pretty certain of as is. He needed to think.
For now, he slumped down against the wall to rest. That whole endeavor caused him to lose a fair bit of blood.
When he opened his eyes, he just stared as there were now multiple Mordreds running about. Another trick, obviously. An annoying one at that. However... could one of them be the real Great Knight? His eyes scanned through the crowd, watching them all carefully.
No. Chances were that the Great Knight managed to escape elsewhere. Or did he? There wasn't any easy way for him to find out, and he wasn't about to start attacking every soul in this corridor to try and rat him out.
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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
HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO
QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM
Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 5:39 pm
[Currently looks like Mordred] HP: 7
Deciding that he had rested enough, Shun gingerly pushed himself back up to his feet. There were three corridors. There was only one he had not yet been too. Perhaps his quarry was there. Gritting his teeth, he leaned against the wall a little more, then began to make his way back out.
Given his wounds, he probably shouldn't be walking. That didn't stop him.
[Exit]
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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
Growling at his hands being held back, Jason struggled against Riley's grip before a arm wrapped around his neck. A choked cry escaped him, enraged by everyone holding him back. For now he forgot about Yuki as the person trying to choke him had a much higher priority. And while Yuki shouted for him not to be hurt, he held no such leniency. It was all their fault after all.
Wrenching his sword hand out of Riley's grasp, he turned the blade around, thrusting it back and hoping to skewer his latest attacker and dislodge him.
He then turned to face Yuki and Riley, only to see they weren't there anymore. Mordred was in their place.
What was this trickery?!
HP: 45 Target: Johan [ Looks like Mordred ] [ 2 out of 3 action points used ]
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My character's name: Jason Kenneth Character's journal link: Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall guy wearing a black coat under simple dark pants and a white shirt, coupled with black leather boots. Has blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair tied back into a short pony tail Rank of character knight.
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 7:30 pm
[ ENTER OLIATOS ]
His exit from the Corridor of Fire had been taken not quite at a sprint: Ollie launching himself forward with his weapon firmly grasped in one hand, eyes big and breathing coming in huffs as he stretched out short legs to draw him rapidly toward the end of the line. He wasn't quite sure what he was running toward, but he was sure as hell going to get there fast.
Stepping into the Corridor of Shadows, though, drew him to such a sudden halt that he almost lost his balance and was left blinking wildly around him, mouth hanging open in slack disbelief.
He was surrounded by...well...Mordred. In front of him were Mordreds, and behind him were Mordreds, and as he slowly looked down at his own hand, still wrapped around Cerna's hilt, his own dark skin had been lightened to the fair shade of the Knight himself. He almost, and then didn't quite, drop his weapon. Instead his hand closed more tightly around it, and he twisted in place to look back the way he'd come.
Another Mordred for the herd, but this one's expression was still somewhat lost, still somewhat childish, trying to figure out just what was going on around him and what to do with himself from here. This one licked his lips and hefted a simply shaped Falchion in one hand, twisting around again to look at the gathered crew in front of him. This one looked young and confused, fading slowly to anger.
This one had also missed the fight that caused the free-for-all currently going on in the hallway. He didn't move to attack anyone, just stood and watched in that state of utter bafflement, waiting for some sign that might explain what he should be doing, and which way he should be turning.
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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: 304
She'd returned from the corridor of fire, her sacred weapon in hand to fend off whatever creature that tried to attack her. She'd wanted to get out, leave, ready and willing to have abandon Camelot and its insane order. She'll figure out how to do things on her own, somehow. Maybe even learn to scavenge because pride, while all well and good, could not be eaten.
But when she entered the Corridor of Shadows, Ruth stopped in her tracks at the sheer number of Mordreds present. She hoped her arrival had been silent because while she doubted there were really this many Mordreds about, she didn't trust anyone wouldn't run their weapons right through her at a moment's notice.
Best not to draw attention to oneself.
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My character's name:Ruth Character's journal link:[x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short, blonde, and frail-looking, Ruth's eyes are always obscured either by her bangs or by a headgear. Rank of character Knight Sacred Points obtained: 13/100
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 9:46 pm
Yuki released Riley just as quickly as he'd moved her, sweeping around the woman and between she and Jason to keep him from trying to target her a second time.
If he hadn't known who they were... or had been... Yuki might have been immensely disturbed by the enchantment that suddenly came over all of them. Jason and Johan were in front of him, clear as day, and then they were someone else.
But the struggle was no different, and despite the vision of them both as Mordred throwing his mind for a loop, Yuki had had just about enough of tricks on his mind and eyes. He looked around them, glimpsing the body that was not Mordred lying where he had last heard and seen the company trying to stop him.
It both did and did not make sense. The one who was not Mordred was Mordred... Or, at least who they had thought was Mordred. While everyone else was not. "We've got to get out before all of these visions have us tearing one another apart!" He shouted in frustration, unaware - at least for the moment - that he too looked like the Great Knight.
Yuki had always hated magic. This was only giving him more reason.
With Johan trying to disable Jason as best he could, Yuki closed in to reach for Jason's dominant arm, hoping to gain control over him so that Johan wasn't hurt.
Yuki is Defending Johan Yuki's HP: 44 Actions Left: 2 (I don't even know if this is needed anymore but w/e.)
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My character's name: Yuki Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Reference here; without pointed ears. Rank of character Knight Sacred Points obtained: 30/100
With Jason still in the others grasp, he was struggling to fight properly, and the others were not about to let him get the upper hand. Growling low he forced himself forward, only to have his sword arm caught by Yuki.
"LET GO OF ME!" He roared, thrashing about and trying to dislodge both of them.
HP: 45
[ Looks like Mordred ]
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My character's name: Jason Kenneth Character's journal link: Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall guy wearing a black coat under simple dark pants and a white shirt, coupled with black leather boots. Has blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair tied back into a short pony tail Rank of character knight.
