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gaia_smilies/icon_star.gif 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.
Sand filled her mouth as she blood started to seep down from her nose and across her lips. She was glaring at him as she felt a need to break out in a run, she wanted to shove his pretty little face into the dirt and break all of his pretty white teeth as he grinned at her. A voice laughing as a finger pointed out to her a voice speaking the words “whore mongrel and piss on wretch, watch where you tred.” Something flashed, bright like silver glinting in the sun as the familiar face of Lancelot stood there, proud as the look of anger spilt across his face. “That is not how a knight should act, you do not deserve such power.” A feeling of satisfaction raced across her body as the boy looked at his feet shame written all over his face. She hated men, but for a split second she liked this one more than the others.
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gaia_smilies/icon_star.gif IF YOU WERE IN THE SANCTUARY ORP: +5 blue door points. A memory unlocks. You remember a small fragment of the life you once had, and your family. This is a knight memory.
Her hands wrapped around the familiar waist, the scent of roses lingered in the air as the long red silk like hair stretched across the white flesh. “You know you could always stay here.” A moan of sadness escaping from her lips, “No, they would speak, they would talk and then what would we do. They would doubt your succession; they wouldn’t even trust you anymore. I may love you but it would be too unfair to ruin your life. You are noble and I am no one I am barely even fit to become a knight.” A giggle escaping into the air as a hand rested on her head, “Fine if you become a knight you will become my knight, all ladies need knights to protect them. Then no one would doubt you being near me, you would follow me everywhere and even more so I could look at you in armor.” More laughter filled the air before lips pressed against one another.
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gaia_smilies/icon_star.gif IF YOU WERE IN THE lake spirit tales. +5 blue door points. A memory unlocks. You remember that not all shadows are terrible, and some are simply here to help. You recall encountering one in the past, and talking peacefully with it. This is a knight memory.
“Darn blasted thing, I know I left it here it has to be here somewhere. They are going to kill me, not to mention the laps they are going to make me run for not having it at the ceremony. Come on you dumb little plumage of annoyance that suppose to not fall off.” Her voice edged with annoyance as something else giggles, “Looking for something, is it shiny is it pretty yes?” Nodding, as her foot kept kicking at the grass looking for the familiar badge that marked an officer. She could have sworn hers was defective, and wrong despite what the other said. “I have seen it, if you want my help. Its this away in the grass, just over here….” The shadow moved pointing down along the tall grass against a tree. Rushing over she dug finding the familiar metal that was usually pinned to her chest. “Thank you,” the words coming to her lips as she remembered politeness. “Your welcome lady.”
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gaia_smilies/icon_star.gif IF YOU ARE A BLACK/RED/GREEN KNIGHT: +5 black door points. A memory unlocks. You remember coming to this world as a shadow creature, having to fight others for space and land. You remember trying to find yourself, only to be swept in a terrible battle between the horsemen, Morgana, and of course Camelot. This is a weapon memory.
Body was different; it was heavy as the feelings of things other than hair growing out of her neck. Flying above, looking down as things argued, it started with bickering and screeching. Stand there, she would stand there and fight, it was their land that was all that matter and there was no right to remove, to shift, to replace. Screeching, fire, something flying pass as the wind glided her wings, swooping, claws outstretch reaching to rip things apart. Soon, they would win for sure; no little human pointed things would stop them. It was theirs, theirs. Blood filling the air, screams, more shouts, things moving, bigger things chunking huge rocks into the sky, some on fire. Smoke, clash of metal, more and more of them coming, pouring out. They should win, no losing, no it was suppose to be theirs and they had tried to take. A red figure pointing her face streaked with rage and worry, queen, leader.
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gaia_smilies/icon_star.gif 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.
“Stand up straight, now hold it, you there stop letting your blasted tip of a sword drag down so far. You are supposed to be pretending you actually trying to stick someone with it. “ A voice shouting over as sweat poured down her back, her arms aching from the weight being held in her hand, the feeling of tiredness creeping through her body as she wanted something to drink down her parched throat. No, she wouldn’t give in, her arms kept steady before another command was shouted and they moved striking down all in the same movement against a wooden dummy. Again and again they would do this, it was almost like a game to her as she kept hitting the same point over and over. Deeper and deeper the cut grew and grew soon she was sure she would have the whole shoulder off. “Strike” the feeling of the blade hitting its target, “strike,” the edge growing deeper as the feeling of power grew.
Blue Points: 20
Black Points: 5
