gaia_crownKnight's Name: Ezekiel Young gaia_crownChosen Faction: Green, lead by Gawain, adorning the crown of the Stag. They pledge healing and rejuvenation, giving equal parts salvation and preservation. gaia_crownRank: Knight - apprentice gaia_crownBattle Dice Stats: 1/4 gaia_crownFRAGMENTS OBTAINED LOG: Link to all the areas where you got fragments. Having 100 fragments will unlock a knight's weapon. This is PROOF you own these gaia_crownSEALED CARDS OBTAINED LOG: See next post gaia_crown BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF 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.
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 1:52 pm
[ RP LOG ]
gaia_crown [ Introduction ] o1. [o] Our story begins - 676 words
gaia_crown [ Chapter one ] o2. [o] [PRP] Eye for an eye [Julian/Ezekiel] o3. [o] [Quest] Idle hands [Julian/Ezekiel] o4. [o] [Solo] Before the Siege - 602 words o5. [o] [ORP] Defending the castle ramparts o6. [o] The siege begins - 256 words o7. [o] [GM ORP] The shelter - 600+ words o8. [o] [Chapter one finale] The treasure room o9. [o] [Knight Promo] Fire and steal - 602 words 1o. [o] [GM ORP] What lies beneath - 603 words
gaia_crown[ Chapter two ] 11. [o] [ORP] The courtyard - 407 words 12. [o] Time out [Julian/Ezekiel] 13. The dungeon 14. [o] Corridor of fire - 375 words 15. [o] Corridor of knowledge - 488 words 16. [o] The lake spirit tales - 615 words
[spoiler][quote="OOC"] [b]My character's name:[/b] Ezekiel Young [b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24689185][o][/url] [b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER[/b] 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. [b]Rank of character[/b] Knight [b]Sacred points[/b] 5/100 [/quote]
[quote="HERE YOU SHOULD QUOTE ANYONE YOU ARE TALKING TO"][/quote] [quote="QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM"][/quote] [/spoiler]
God, the water felt amazing. Cold and clean, it washed away the dirt and the blood, soothed the sore ache of tired muscles, and cooled across his tongue and down his throat as he gulped it down. It was a treat, a reward, maybe even more so then the tabard he'd won at the top of that mountain. Well earned spoils from a job well done and facing perilous dangers. These easy, simple joys. That was all that was left to them now, wasn't it? Without memories, without the bonds they had forged throughout their lives, it was the small things they had to look forward to.
His clothing had been stiff, disgusting, as he'd peeled them away from his body. Layer by layer, the relief grew as the soiled fabric fell away. He'd sat at the river back and beat them against a rock, thoroughly washing every filthy piece before laying it all out along the bank. His one last chore before he could take just a little time to himself to relax.
For a while he'd talked to Julian, though with no pasts to fall back on their conversation was woefully limited. He'd asked about his hand as he noticed the wash of bruises along dark skin. There was a mutual disdain for their current lot, a shared annoyance with their journey. Bristling, sarcastic bites fired back and forth. Originally irritating, but the longer they had to sit in the sun and the enjoy the water the less bother some it became, turning instead to amusement. At least of Ezekiel's end.
At a certain point they'd both fallen quiet as they'd run out of anything to discuss. Ezekiel sought himself out a small stretch of river where the bed was sandy and he could sit and stretch his legs out. It was heavenly, temporary as it was, and he savored it.
It was as he was laying in the current, letting the coolness carry away aches and pains and worries, that his mind wandered. At first it was nothing, the day, the castle. Idle trivialities that were nothing and meant nothing. Scattered and meaningless things that he didn't care about, until all at once they weren't.
Lavender. Bright, coppery curls and the joyful sound of melodic laughter. He smiled to himself lay his head back and let cool water wash over his hair. The sensory images didn't make any sense, he couldn't place them, but they held meaning all the same. He held onto them, clung. Precious little hints of a lost past.
Scents and sensations slowly shifted, darkening. He smelled smoke and something coppery, saw the light and flicker of flames, dull against the wild blaze of the waves bouncing across the back of a pair of narrow shoulders...
Gasping, he sat up with a gasp, eye wide. The visions, memories, faded rapidly. He tried to hold onto them, like water dripping through his fingers until his hands were empty. He was shaking his head as he climbed up and headed back for the bank, for his clothing, "We need to go." This was directed to his travel companion, distracted but urgent. Something was wrong. He didn't know what, couldn't recall what he'd just seen, but something was wrong, and they had to get back.
His clothes were still damp, but he pulled them on anyways, dressing quickly before throwing a look Julian's way, waiting for him to dress as well so they could head back to the castle. They were still a long way off, it would take them hours without the horses.
