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 Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 4:16 pm
TOTAL: 15 blue , 5 black - BLUE DOOR
Quote: gaia_star 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.
gaia_star 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.
gaia_star 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.
gaia_star 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: Thu May 28, 2015 4:40 pm
Ancient
Lock is not himself. He has spines and a great tail that drags along the ground as he walks. Eyes cover his skin and he can see, he can see.
That's because he is not himself. He is she.
She resists the chains, screams loud into the night. The other prisoners are screaming too; it never seems to stop. There's just a chorus of agony and she plays one very, very small part in it. She's feral, she resists. She doesn't give into their demands.
They pull her chains taut until her lungs feel like they're going to be ripped in either direction, but still she howls. It isn't elegant and cunning like her usual self. It's raw and open. Barbaric.
It's no use. She feels her body twisting and contorting screams as bones break and fear reforms into a thin stick. That's all she surmounts to, a short wand made of a shiny blackish material.
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 5:39 pm
Mistrust
He blinked a few times, taking into account what had just happened. It was then that he remembered to breathe. He hadn't taken a breath the entire time, too scared of what had just happened.
He'd talked to one. He had to tell his father, immediately. There was one of them in the castle. No doubt it had friends that would find their way in.
But this one had been so kind ...
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 6:45 pm
Collapse
The sky fell inwards.
Now he remembers. The sky has always been black.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2015 1:56 am
Once more
"Once more!" his father barks from behind the post. They've been practicing with swords all day and Lock hasn't gotten a single hit on him. His father was actually relatively good at combat; a thing Lock hadn't realized until now.
It wasn't unpleasant, but sometimes Lock caught things in the man's glinting teeth that worried him a little. He clearly missed his old war days.
But for the most part he was pleasant. They never had a bad relationship. His father was stern, but not unkind or cruel.
"If I'm to lead your armies later why do I need to fight?" Lock questioned.
His father seemed taken aback for a moment, as though Lock had suggested he wanted to run away to be a bard in some random tavern. Then an understanding look came across his face and he debated something internally. Finally he opened his mustached lips and said, "It's important to understand those you send in your stead."
Lock parried, but the blade slid through thin air. His father had already moved out of the way. In the split second it took him to adjust his glasses, his father's swordpoint tapped his shoulder. "One more."
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