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 Posted: Mon May 04, 2015 10:04 pm
 SPECIAL CHAPTER: AND BE BLUE'S JOURNAL
gaia_crown Chosen Faction: Violet, lead by Mordred, adorning the crown of the Serpent. They pledge hope and fluidity, opening themselves to any who would take them in.
gaia_crown Rank: Knight
gaia_crown Battle Dice Stats: 1d6
gaia_crown FRAGMENTS OBTAINED LOG: 5 + 5 + 5 + 5 + 5= 25
gaia_crown SEALED CARDS OBTAINED LOG:
gaia_crown BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF 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.
gaia_crown Knight's weapon of choice: Partisan!
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 2:47 pm
OOC 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: 20/100
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[b]My character's name:[/b] Julian "Ever" Ambrodiel
[b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24688773]Journal[/url]
[b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER[/b] 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.
[b]Rank of character[/b] Knight.
[b]Sacred Points obtained: [/b] 20/100 [/quote]
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2015 5:25 pm
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 2:38 pm
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Posted: Thu May 07, 2015 2:59 pm
[ BEFORE THE SIEGE ]
They are still far enough from the castle walls, when they stop for a rest, that the sound of Knight Apprentices working and playing, weapons striking against weapons and things being moved, the shout of proper Knights to whip people into shape, are still just a a faint whisper on the breeze. Here, instead, is a soothing, quiet bend in the river, a place untouched by the fire that has destroyed so much of the countryside, still protected, somehow, from the oncoming danger. Here they can set down what remains of their food, ignoring the low grumbling of their stomachs [or indulging, perhaps, time would tell] and strip down to wash away the dust of the road.
It's nice, in a strange way. Soothing, and reassuring. Julian closes his eyes and stands back, drawing in a deep breath, the scent filled with herbs and greenery and only distantly fire. A clean fire. A cooking fire, perhaps.
Peaceful.
When he opens his eyes again, Ezekiel is stripped out of most of his clothing, and in this moment, Julian learns something fundamental about himself. Here is something he had forgotten, put into a box with the rest of his memories. And here it is again, coming up all at once. It means he stands on the shore and watches for a very long moment. There are scratches and bruises against Ezekiel's darker skin, and he takes the time to study them before he realizes just how long he's been looking and catches himself.
He doesn't think the other man saw, and that's for the best.
For his own part, he decides, it's wiser to keep on most of his clothing, stripping only down to a thin undershirt and a pair of pants that sag around his waist. He lets them swim around him as he steps slowly into the water, pooling up, pressing against the jagged, skinny beneath. What shows here is unblemished, largely untouched. Pale, except where the back of his neck and his cheeks have turned pink from the journey, the start of a sunburn that tells him it's there with only a slow prickle of heat. Not enough to hurt, only enough to throb with his pulse as he closes his eyes and sinks down under in the stream.
The sensation is distantly familiar, and while he's under the water he probes at it like it's a loose tooth. He has been sunburned before -- who hasn't been? -- but the sensation is a far-away one. Recently it has just been cool, shadowed rooms, the noise and fuss turned to nothing more than a whisper of paper against paper, a murmured word instead of a cry --
The stream shudders around him, any echo of a scream in the distance and the heavy thud of wood against wood, instead. Julian surfaces, gasping for air, but at least he manages to breathe in air instead of suffocating on a nose full of water. Another boom sounds, and this time he's sure he hears voices in the aftermath.
The castle isn't a distant whisper, now. It's screaming out for help, and he's frustrated that he can't make out the words.
To his left, Ezekiel is already scrambling his way out of the water, calling for Julian to follow, but he still takes a moment to watch dark skin disappearing into damp clothes. No time to mourn the disappearance, or to confront the feelings behind it. Instead, with a sigh, he hauls himself ashore too, to put on his shoes and shrug into the rest of his equipment.
He still aches, from the journey and his injured elbow, but he struggles to keep up in Ezekiel's wake.
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2015 5:15 pm
Quote: Please refer to the OOC post to see what weapon type you got and then post in your JOURNAL a name for your weapon! You can also look up a more detailed image/ look up variations of the weapon you got/ design a weapon based on your weapon type and post it to your journal! Feel free to write a solo in your journal regarding your reactions to your new weapon. It feels different, as if it wants to speak to you but can't. You feel as if it is somehow alive, moving as one with you. This weapon CANNOT talk, all you feel like is that it deserves a name, one that comes to your mind (that subconsciously calls to you). You cannot perform any special super snowflake sparkly charged attacks with it, it just gets upgraded to 1d6 and works as a weapon with a better affinity for you. Quote: Julian received a spiked flail. It is chained. You feel like for some reason it is masculine in nature. Its name is Whisper.
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