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 Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 9:33 am
 xxxxx As they continued to ride toward the sea, Katherine reached into one of her saddle bags and pulled out a bright red apple. She took a bite out of it, still looking ahead. She hadn't eaten much today, but that wouldn't stop her from any upcoming battles.
She figured the others would be on their way now. The sky was turning into yellows, purples, reds, and oranges. Her thoughts were consumed by the blood and gore of being in battle with the Dark Knights; those horribly vile people. She stared ahead of Roderick as she continued to eat her apple. (OOC: Sorry, I've been busy with school, and I can't think of anything to say. v_v)
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 11:49 am
It was way too late now. " Woah!" He had halted his horse. He quickly dismounted and unraveled his back from behind the sadle, all wrapped tight not to fall off. He gave a glance to Katherine and smirked a little bit. " We should set up camp with what light we have." He through his bag over his shoulder. He led his horse off the road a little ways into some foliage, but just enough. " Here should be good." He tied his horse to the tree. He then went into his bag, pulling out a bunch of cloth that would be his tent and shelter for the night. He had to neglect his tent, because they needed a fire and the light of the fire. He gather a few things around the camp, enough to get a small fire started. He now, lent down to the fire. He didn't normally do this around people, but the way to make a fire normally would take too long. He learned a thing or two of magic along his traveles. He snapped his finger and there was enough of a spark to get a fire started. That was all he could do is spark from a snap of his fingers. Nothing more. " I'll be back. I have to get some fire wood." He left Katherine and went deeper into the woods. ((OoC: It's fine. It happens.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 5:01 pm
((I was hoping my character could be inherently good, but no other dark knights have joined and somebody has to be the villain.))
Lucy stood, a lone figure surrounded by the sound of crackling flames. Behind her, a small village stood in ruins. The once quaint houses now lay in wreckage, half the village nothing but burning embers. Around her lay the dead bodies of men and women. No children were to be found though. She couldn't bring herself to kill them, and they had long since fled.
"You failed, Lucy." A cruel, rasping voice whispered in her ear. She turned to see Damien standing with a small, dissatisfied frown. The man was tall, with dark sun tanned skin. Black hair flowed as the wind shifted, ashes danced in front of his blue eyes. Damien was clad in dark ebony armor. It had the symbol of the Dark Knights emblazoned on the chest, glinting menacingly in the flickering fire light.
"No, I razed the village, I did what you asked. I have proven my loyalty!" She screamed the last part, hating the mans amused eyes. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "No matter," He whispered, breath stirring her hair as he sighed against the top of her head. "My men have killed the children you let escape."
"No! You b*****d...how could you-" Her words were cut off as he slapped her hard across the face, his gauntlets leaving a harsh wound. "Your sister will receive twenty lashes in your place. Do not fail us again." He said, walking stiffly into the night.
Lucy crumpled, curling onto her side. If they wanted a bad guy, that's what she would become. No more mercy, no more happiness. She would become an element of destruction, spreading death like a plague across the land. She was no longer living for herself. Her only purpose was to protect her sister, and so she would. No tears fell from the girls eyes. In fact, no emotion could be seen whatsoever. "I am not human, I am not mercy. I am death." She whispered, falling asleep amongst the fallen corpses.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 11:19 am
xXKazeNekoXx ((I was hoping my character could be inherently good, but no other dark knights have joined and somebody has to be the villain.)) Lucy stood, a lone figure surrounded by the sound of crackling flames. Behind her, a small village stood in ruins. The once quaint houses now lay in wreckage, half the village nothing but burning embers. Around her lay the dead bodies of men and women. No children were to be found though. She couldn't bring herself to kill them, and they had long since fled. "You failed, Lucy." A cruel, rasping voice whispered in her ear. She turned to see Damien standing with a small, dissatisfied frown. The man was tall, with dark sun tanned skin. Black hair flowed as the wind shifted, ashes danced in front of his blue eyes. Damien was clad in dark ebony armor. It had the symbol of the Dark Knights emblazoned on the chest, glinting menacingly in the flickering fire light. "No, I razed the village, I did what you asked. I have proven my loyalty!" She screamed the last part, hating the mans amused eyes. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "No matter," He whispered, breath stirring her hair as he sighed against the top of her head. "My men have killed the children you let escape." "No! You b*****d...how could you-" Her words were cut off as he slapped her hard across the face, his gauntlets leaving a harsh wound. "Your sister will receive twenty lashes in your place. Do not fail us again." He said, walking stiffly into the night. Lucy crumpled, curling onto her side. If they wanted a bad guy, that's what she would become. No more mercy, no more happiness. She would become an element of destruction, spreading death like a plague across the land. She was no longer living for herself. Her only purpose was to protect her sister, and so she would. No tears fell from the girls eyes. In fact, no emotion could be seen whatsoever. "I am not human, I am not mercy. I am death." She whispered, falling asleep amongst the fallen corpses. ((OoC: I hate to waste a post on out of character, but I could make a Dark Knight Profile, if you still want your character to be good.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 11:45 pm
((Nah, every good story has a good villain. Besides, some of the most challenging and more fun posts to write are when you playing the bad guy))
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 12:53 pm
xxxxx Katherine stood in awe. "That was... wow," she muttered to herself. She shook off the thought and tied off her horse. She set up her tent carefully, yet quickly. Katherine glanced over at Roderick's tent and sighed with an unnoticeable smile.
She fixed his tent so it would withstand weather better, and with a swift movement she was back to her horse. She gathered her saddle bags and walked over to her tent. She climbed inside and a thick cloth on the ground, then placing a thinner, softer blanket on top.
Katherine sat for a moment, staring at nothing. Then she quickly grabbed two potatoes. She walked back outside, and put them at the edge of the fire.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 3:26 pm
Minutes later Roderick returned with plenty of firewood for the night. He began by adding just a few logs, enough to start the fire without smothering it. He noticed now that his tent was all made up for him. He was appreciative, but he couldn't show any gratitude just yet... He knew Katherine, but she could very well be a spy and he didn't want to show any weakness. Roderick stood up from the fire and went back to his horse and gathered a few things from the saddle bag. He too laid two separate blankets out that would be his bed and a small box that would be a nightstand for his candle he brought back out of his tent.
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