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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 5:41 am
Quote: IF YOU FOUGHT MORGAN: +5 black door points. A memory unlocks. You feel Morgan's anger at you, and you realize you have seen the Sidhe Queen before, in their true form. It is a weapon memory. IF YOU WERE IN THE PRISON: +5 black door points. A memory unlocks. You realize you have been chained before. You feel pain, fear, and then nothing as your body twists into a weapon and you are sealed. This is a weapon 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. 10 BLACK :: 10 BLUE
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 9:08 am
He was so angry.
Caelestis could feel it in his body as he saw Morgan glare at him. He knew who this was. He had seen Morgana before. She had stood strong and proud, speaking to them like a leader. It had touched him, really, and it inspired him.
Why did he fight against Morgana? No wonder she was ao angry.
He wished to join her.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 9:13 am
"Let me go!"
His screams were pointless. He was already chained, and none were coming to save him. No one cared, and it hurt so much. He hurt. Everything hurt.
Caelestis pulled at the chains, but it was no use. Nothing budged, and it just hurt more. The pain was overtaking, and it was all he could feel. It pulled at his arms, his legs, his skin, his mind, his soul, until all he felt was pain and then he felt...
Nothing.
And he was sealed away.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 9:33 am
Ignatius was shaking.
He couldn't believe what he had seen. He didn't want to believe it. His body was mostly being controlled by something he didn't understand, driving him forward in determination as his brain spun with thoughts. Blood. Screaming. Destruction. Death. They were all dead. All of them.
Ignatius had known not a single other had made it out of the celebration.
They had let their guard down, all of them. It was just for one night of celebration for a wedding. After all, no one could let these dark times stop them from living. If they did, what exactly was the point of living, then? Living was not to simply move through their days with no emotion. It was to celebrate. They were alive.
And the horsemen and their shadows had ruined it. None of them would be able to celebrate anymore. None of them but him, who had no reason to celebrate right now. Not anymore.
Perhaps, though, he could find a reason to celebrate again.
Ignatius came to his full height, turning his eyes to the direction of Camelot. There. That was where hope lied. There, he could find happiness again.
For all of them.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 9:48 am
When he had arrived at Camelot, he immediately knew what he wished to do.
He knew he had to stop what happened to his village from happening to anyone else ever again. He wanted them all to be happy and have a hopeful future. Everyone. There was none of that here, and the only way they would get that back was if he helped protect what was left.
That was why Ignatius had lifted his francisca, holding it in one hand as he stared at a straw dummy which stared back at him. He needed to defeat this, first and foremost. He needed to show his skill and his prowess with a weapon. He needed to prove he had the strength to stand against these monsters, which he knew he did. He had to have the strength. He would find it.
Ignatius readied himself and threw the francisca. It made its mark.
He walked forward and retrieved it to try again.
No one would suffer what his village had again.
A throw, another hit, another retrieval.
He would stop that from happening, because he would be a Knight of Camelot.
A throw, another whack, another retrieval.
He would protect them all.
It was true. Ignatius was a Knight of Camelot. How could he have ever thought otherwise? He had trained for this. It was for his prior countrymen. It was for his new countrymen. It was for what was left of their world.
Ignatius advanced to the Blue Gate.
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