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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 12:16 am
Quote: -IF YOU NOMINATED YOURSELF TO LANCELOT FOR GREAT KNIGHT: +5 blue door points. A memory unlocks. You have met Lancelot before. He is the one that inspired you to become a knight. This is a past knight memory. -IF YOU ARE A BLUE/GOLD/WHITE KNIGHT: +5 blue door points. A memory unlocks. You remember what brought you to Camelot in the first place. It was the collapse of everything around you. It was the despair that drove you forward and gave you determination. This is a knight memory. -IF YOU HAVE FIVE OR MORE SACRED CARDS: +5 blue door points. Your loyalty to serve burns strong. A memory unlocks. You remember training to one day become a knight. This is a knight memory.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 12:36 am
Lancelot
The news of how her parents died came from the most unexpected source. The sisterhood allowed only her to speak for them, but he couldn't help himself, when he saw her. She could see it in his eyes - the conflict. He knew the rules, just as well as she did.
But when he turned his horse around, his mind was set. And it was then, in one quiet whisper, that Lancelot, the first male she'd ever met - and the most impressive being she'd ever known, told her that she was not alone. Her parents had indeed died to the shadows, long ago.
Her sister had not.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 12:44 am
White Knight
It was hours before she truly felt the shadows had left their cave, and hours more spent in silent, tearful mourning. Her sisters were nothing but pools of blood and gore on the dark walls of the only place she'd ever considered home. They were dead - every single one of them, except for her. They'd died for her. They'd died to keep her safe. And with their blood, they paid the price of her freedom.
She had nowhere left to go. The world was not safe, even in their cave, where only death lay now.
She sealed off the cave like a tomb, and prayed for days until her body collapsed from exhaustion, and malnutrition. Only then, did she eat, sleep, walk. Only then, did she consider her options. And the man who'd given her a hope to the last tether this world had for her.
She walked, barefoot, to Camelot. To Lancelot. To another chance at home.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 12:50 am
Sacred Cards
"Higher." The trainer shouted at her, making her cringe equally at the sound of his voice, and his proximity, and the way she could smell his breath. It only made him move closer, but he knew better than to touch her now. She would just drop her weapon and freeze up, useless. "You're leaving yourself wide open. Aim higher. Keep the blade at chest level. Protect yourself. You'll die out there!"
And she would. She knew she would, but that did not stop her from trying. She faced the peril of fighting practice every day, still barefoot, still weak. She knew she had to learn how to defend herself, and others, for when the time came to fight. This was all she had now.
This, and a name. One single name, tied with no face, because she'd never seen the girl. For all Riley knew, she was already dead. Almost everyone was.
"HIGHER!" He screamed again, and she swung the blade high, crashing down into her spar partner's shield.
A name, and that was it. She was fighting because if there was even a chance Noemi was alive, Riley would make a better world for her to live safely in. Oblivious, and safe.
The blade slammed even harder against her opponent's shield, and she allowed herself a tiny, shaky smile.
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