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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 7:35 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 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. 5 BLACK :: 15 BLUE
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 8:28 am
Nkosazana fell to her knees and coughed.
She had ran and ran and ran until she couldn't run anymore, fleeing from the terror her brother had brought down upon them. He was a rider and he was willing to destroy his own family in the pursuit of power. She didn't know how she had escaped, but she didn't have the energy to keep going.
But then she saw it, in front of her, a shadowling moving towards her with a grin that was terrifying. Nkosazana yelped, crawling back, away from it, not able to gain the energy to come to her own two feet.
And then he came.
He swept through, cutting the shadowling down with an ease that surprised her, and Nkosazana looked up.
Lancelot.
"Are you alright?" He asked, concerned, and she quickly nodded. He had saved her. Nkosazana was fine. How had he gained the ability to defend and destroy what had taken their world so eaaily?
She wanted that.
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 8:33 am
Unathi writhed and screamed.
She was chained. There was no escape for her. It hurt. Everything hurt. Pulling at the chains hurt. Pull. Pull. Pull. She would escape. She would succeed, but then the pain got worse. It was pulling at her, yanking, twisting, distorting her very body as a scream was pulled from her lips, which were then no more.
Unathi was no more, not as she was, anymore.
A shepherd's crook fell to the ground.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 8:42 am
Screaming. Terror. The bodies of her family.
She saw them, scattered about. In pieces, maybe. Her mind didn't care to process it. She saw the ground, mangled. It was full of holes and it was hard to keep balance. There was debris scattered as far as her eyes could see. And the crops, destroyed. They had left no food. The graves, dug up. The graves--
No, no, no, no, no, no she would not acknowledge that, she would turn away, hugging at herself as she huddled behind a wagon, nervously peaking out once, twice, thrice, seeing the destruction that the powerful and unremorseful left behind, the horsemen and their riders, the horsemen and her brother, the horsemen and her very blood trampling everything they had and everyone they had loved so dearly in their lives--
Her grip was vice tight.
What Nkosazana knew was that she could not let him win. This life would not be his. He would not have the victory. He would pay. He would pay. He would pay.
The only thing Nkosazana would let herself feel was determination as she slipped away from the scene.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 8:51 am
She had seen Lancelot and she had decided once and for all that yes, she could become a Knight. She would try. It was her best option, since Lancelot had stood so brave and seemed so capable. Only with that kind of power did she have a chance of seeking her vengeance.
She held her weapon tight, her fingers gripping the hilt like a vice. It was too tight, and her fingers cracked and bled. She didn't care.
Her screech was too loud and her swipe was completely off, but she had tried. And she would try again. And again. And again. And again and again and again and again and again --
When Nkosazana snapped back to reality, she knew one thing for sure; Nkosazana was a knight of the White Brigade, and she would stand with them until the corruption was defeated.
She went into the blue door.
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