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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 1:26 pm
--Index--
prompt // blue/black // number of points
Fought Morgan // black // 5
Nominated Himself // blue // 5
In Prison // black // 5
Blue Knight // blue // 5
5+ Sacred Cards // blue // 5
Promoted to Great Knight // blue // 10
Total:: Black = 10 // Blue = 25
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solo prompts to follow below
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 9:29 am
Fought Morgan -- 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.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The anger Hadyn felt was warm and familiar to her. She felt it wash over her, saw Morgan--no, Morgan a--standing there in front of her. How dare Hadyn, how dare she, how dare she. Morgana had given Hadyn everything. Had brought her purpose and meaning. Had stood before her, very small in stature compared to Hadyn's immense size and claws but very large in presence. It had never occurred to Hadyn to attack the woman who had promised Hadyn something bigger than the cave she lived in. No wonder the Queen was angry, so, so, so angry...!
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 10:03 am
Nominated Himself -- 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.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- He cleaned himself up for the celebration that was currently sweeping the city. Arrakis didn't really know what it was for, wasn't paying attention, but it was something that he took as a welcome distraction. Then he saw a knight, Lancelot. Not on horseback in the parades, but standing back away from the parades, watching them. Their eyes met. Arrakis' averted. Then Lancelot was standing next to him, greeting him, Arrakis returning the greeting even as he wondered what he'd done to get the knight's attention.The knight only asked him a couple innocuous questions, pleasantries really, but the thing that struck Arrakis the most about him was the presence he held. How at ease Arrakis felt. It was then that Arrakis realised that he didn't want to spend another night with whatever odd jobs fed and housed him for that week. Especially when Lancelot mentioned pride and honour while looking back at the parade. Arrakis knew then that maybe he did have something that could give him purpose. He was going to become a knight, be able to defend other people, bring peace to them. Just like Lancelot was doing for him now.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 10:27 am
In Prison -- 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.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The chains around her were familiar... ... No, no, no no nonono...! How could this happen? How could this happen?!Then blinding, screaming pain. Limbs, body, neck, head, everything becoming metal, cold for the the heat of the agony she felt. Screaming until her throat was raw, then beyond, then until she no longer had a throat to scream from. Then nothing, a yawning absence of everything. Soon, even of awareness.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 10:52 am
Blue Knight -- 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.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arrakis buried what was left of his mother, his father, his four older brothers, the wives of three of them, his fourth brother's lover. He'd buried them with shaking hands and shaky sobs. He'd gently covered the tiny bodies of his twin nephews, wrapped them in the cleanest cloth he could find amidst the wreckage. Arrakis buried them, too, murmuring appeals to the spirits that their souls would rest peacefully. They had only been three winters old... He covered the graves of all of them with the only flowers he could find in the forest around their property. And then, he left. He couldn't have stayed on the ruined land, in the ruined, burnt-out house his family had once lived in relatively happily. Other family was either much too far away to reach or at a location unknown to Arrakis. So he turned himself towards Camelot, towards what was probably his only chance at righting what had happened.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 10:58 am
5+ Sacred Cards -- Your loyalty to serve burns strong. A memory unlocks. You remember training to one day become a knight. This is a knight memory.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The movement of learning parrying moves and strikes brought him a thrill, he had to admit. Step here, step there. Bend this and twist thus. He was not very strong. Power had never been one of his advantages. But he was quick and light on his feet and that was enough. He was going to be a knight. He was going to be a knight and make everyone proud of him. He was going to protect everyone. He was.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 11:02 am
Promoted to Great Knight -- Your loyalty to serve burns strong. A memory unlocks. You remember looking up to a great knight. This is a knight memory.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The decision of which great knight to follow had been difficult, if only because he had been torn between Sir Percival's blues and Sir Gawain's greens. Ultimately, he decided that healing, while noble, was not what he wanted to do. Sir Percival's character called out to Arrakis. It inspired the same feeling within him that meeting Lancelot had, that feeling of purpose, determination, of the willingness to serve to the fullest extent he was able. Frankly, Arrakis admired Percival a great deal. He'd follow him anywhere.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 12:07 pm
Pain, resolution, anger, hope, sorrow, joy... The feeling of having power and then losing it... ...but the feeling of losing hope and then gaining it... Visceral triumph against utter despair. The desire to serve oneself through another versus the desire to serve another through oneself. Anger, deep pervasive blinding anger followed by waves of abject sorrow. One was empowering, invigorating, the other the complete opposite. Which one? Which one?
...No. The decision was obvious, wasn't it?
Arrakis opened his eyes, setting his mouth in a firm, resolute line. No. He was through being weak, but he was not going to fall into anger for his strength. He would build a new foundation for moving forward, but he would do it the right way. There was still hope. As long as he was alive, was himself, there was still hope.
There was no hesitation as Arrakis turned toward the blue door. Even as his gait was uneven, his head was held high.
EXIT THROUGH BLUE DOOR
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