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Post by Kat on May 22, 2007 21:36:29 GMT -5
"I'll be fine, m'lady. No need to fuss about me. I'm sure it's just a slight headache."
"Are you sure?" Kat asked, still following him. She did her best to keep her cool; the last thing Shino needed was her panicking.
"I'll just slip back to my room to rest for a while. It was probably something I ate anyways."
The Purple Knight sighed, and stopped running. She stood there, watching him walk away from her. But just before she could turn away and figure out what to do next, she saw Shino collapse from the corner of her eye. Kat swooped down on him in an instant, stifling a gasp.
"Shino!" she exclaimed. He tried to get up, but he couldn't, so Kat gently propped up his head. "Can you...get up?" It was a stupid question, but she couldn't think of anything else to say. "Should I get help?"
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Post by KitClairvoyance on May 22, 2007 22:30:47 GMT -5
Kit stayed silent for the most part as he followed Tamia through the sparse corridors. He didn't share much in common with the Orange knight, and at the moment, conversation was about the last thing on his mind. Instead, his attention was spent picking apart the clairvoyant vision he had, trying to find some sort of underlying meaning to it. It was a strange vision, he hadn't felt Maya's presence anywhere near the castle, much less in his room, where he was most finely attuned to. The potion might have had something to do with that though, pain had a way of killing off one's senses. Then there was Maya's uttering of his family name, something which unnerved him greatly. As far as he knew, his parents has long left, abandoning him in wake of a threat his father saw through a clairvoyant vision. His only other sibling, a twin, apparently had been separated from him since birth, given to a band of wandering elementalists.
"So... Royal Arbiter now, right? You should be good for that job... are you pleased that you were chosen for it?"
"Royal Arbiter?"
Kit looked at Tamia, a little confused. What on earth was an Aribter? He had the uneasy feeling that it had something to do with law and such. Even more importantly, why was she calling him that?
Then it hit him like a dozen concrete bricks on a gray London pavement in the cold rain at night under the pale light of a lamppost.
"I appoint Sir Kit the Grey Knight."
So that was what it was all about. He really hoped king Wolf knew what he was doing, putting an asocial demonologist in charge of law. AS far as he was concerned, human law was incomplete and incompetent. Much like most humans themselves. Implementing such law was hardly up his avenue, but apparently Wolf and Tamia thought it was.
"I'm not sure what to feel about it really. It was.. unexpected."
He realised that admitting that something was unexpected was probably not the best thing for a clairvoyant to do, but it was true. Besides, clairvoyants can't spend their entire time trying to see the future. It was too taxing, and after a while, boring.
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Post by Tam on May 22, 2007 23:34:31 GMT -5
"I'm not sure what to feel about it really. It was.. unexpected."
For a moment, Tamia was caught off guard - he certainly sounded like it had come as unexpected - but it was easy for her to brush away. After all, she was having a hard time believing the council appointments herself, to say the least. "You're telling me," she said. "I'm expected to become the Court Marshal of Dunburrow before my seventeenth birthday has passed." She paused. "But still... King Wolf is anything but unwise; maybe he has his reasons. I'd like to know what they are, though." She realized she was thinking out loud -- something she very rarely did -- and broke off abruptly, the oaken door to her quarters before her.
You place a lot of trust in someone who consorts with demons, Oran sniffed, jumping down from her shoulder.
Obviously, he did not expect a response with another knight so close by, so Tamia instead removed the brass key from around her neck and unlocked her door.
A refreshing gust of air met her as she entered the room, her curtains sighing in the morning breeze that drifted through the open window. "Come in," she said, gesturing to the padded leather chair before her writing desk. She busied herself by collecting various bundles of dried herbs and lighting a fire under the small kettle she kept in her room for brewing teas. Monkeyflower for poisoning cases, milk thistle in case of chemical poisoning, she mentally reminded herself. As she dipped past the desk, she plucked a rather dubious-looking weed sporting yellow, button-like heads from a vase atop it. Pineapple-weed for stomach pain. She tossed her handful of dried leaves and flowers into a nearby mortar, then hesitated, glancing at the pineapple-weed still in her hand.
"You don't have any allergic tendencies, do you?" she asked nervously. "I've heard that some people can get quite a rash from this one."
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Post by Ikkin on May 23, 2007 1:41:43 GMT -5
Ikkin listened as everyone told their stories about what they could remember. Skeletons, demons, strange men with magical powers; nothing really seemed to fit. It was like finding several pieces of a puzzle, none of which gave enough information to make out what the puzzle was of.
In any case, she wasn't really sure what they really hoped to gain from figuring it out. Whatever had happened seemed to be over now - at least, there were no skeletons, demons, or strange men around attacking anymore, so there must have been some kind of solution to the problem that they had all forgotten.
Though, perhaps the frustration at not knowing was itself the reason why everyone was so intent on figuring it out.
That didn't exactly make it much more useful, though.
"I have to wonder whether we should really be spending so much time on this..." Ikkin said. "Whatever happened, our memories don't seem to be enough to figure it out. Our time might be better spent figuring out whether we can fix our memories through magic or something. I'm not exactly familiar with mind-magics, but I'd bet Sev that our memories were affected magically. And most magics can be reversed, so...
"And in any case, it would be better than sitting around here trying to put yesterday's events together from a few scattered memories..." She shrugged.
Sev looked over at her and snorted. "It can't possibly be that easy. I don't really know much about mental magic myself, just that it's really difficult to do. And even more difficult to undo."
"It still can't hurt to try," Ikkin protested.
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Post by zarikrahia on May 23, 2007 1:43:43 GMT -5
Zari's Mirror coughed. Zari frowned and stood in front of it. Her reflection showed a tall skinny Brown-haired girl- herself- but surrounded by other People. A few Dragon Humans- And Older female, Her hand Resting on Zari's right shoulder; A child peering From Behind her skirt; a man, and another woman behind her; Other species- Tiny pixies, Humans, Nyphs, and many others besides, ranging in Rank from the highest, miost haughty God and Godess to the lowliest street beggar. She had given them all names, lives, dreams, futures. They were her Family, more than her real Family- Zari frowned, and sat down. Dropping her head into her hands, she envisioned the Silent City- A place that resided in the minds of every being- and contained no sound, and every notion quiet and thoughtful. If it weren't for the Silent City, Zari thought grimly, she would be locked in an asylum.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2007 20:22:34 GMT -5
(( Quick jump? Oh, yes! lol. ))Wolf strode into his room in a hurry, panting as his booted feet struck his dark wooden floors. The walls, marbled by the talent of skilled artisans, bore pale, sage-like green paint that faded in and out of a yellower, more-golden shade of saturation, as if emulating bright sunlight falling through fresh foliage. The earth tones soothed him, and he seemed calmer now than he had a moment before.
Wolf walked through his sitting room to the back wall, where a short hall to the right led into his privy and dressing quarters, an archway directly ahead of him curtained off his sleeping chamber, and another short hall to his left led into his personal armoury. And that, indeed, was where he headed, a breath of air ridden with anticipation slipping from his lips as he pressed forwards through a jeweled curtain of translucent emerald and amber beads.
He stopped in his tracks, frozen in astonishment as his eyes fell upon the bureau opposite him in the oval-shaped room. Its top was covered in a green, silk cloth that draped over its sides, and atop the cloth lay his Dragon's Caw in numerous, jagged shards. The sight alone stole his breath away.
The Green Knight approached the chest, its top rising as high as his lowest rib. He put his hands over the broken pieces, sliding his fingers over their smooth surfaces and across their edges. The blades nipped at his fingers, stinging him but not drawing blood. The pain seemed to bring him comfort, connecting him once more with his most-precious of possessions.
He had to fix this; he couldn't leave his Claw shattered without trying to restore it.
Wolf raised his hands over the shattered blade, behind them resting its casing that would have on any other morning housed the whole blade and fastened it securely to his arm, a feat that in its present state it could most-certainly not do. Wolf spread his fingers, narrowing his eyes so only the light glinting from the shards entered his vision, and he began muttering incantations of focus under his breath. He knew little magic, yet he knew it was magic that now caused his palms to tremble and pulse with the electrical static of energy-crafting. He could envision the green light leaping from his hand and onto the shards, gathering them and reuniting them into what they had once been, remaking what had been broking, reforging the one belonging that was truly his.
It won't work.
Wolf glanced behind him, seeing a familiar, lion-sized wolf sitting in his presence. He ignored the creature and turned back to his claw: the pieces remained untouched, unaffected by his envisioning, and his hands still hovering above the ruins of his blade no longer tingled, his concentration broken and the magic released.
Cursing, Wolf turned on the wolf. "You ruined it!"
"No," the wolf answered him calmly, "I did not."
Wolf's face twisted into a snarl, enflamed with anger, but he could say nothing.
"The forces that shattered the blade cannot reforge it, and, besides," the wolf stood and began walking around Wolf, to his left, "even if they could, the Dragon's Claw bears the curse of any legendary artifact: it cannot be reforged." The wolf sat himself down once again and peered directly into the King's eyes, whose eyes were merely that of a man before his own. "This is a fate you must come to accept, Erros."
The man snorted and whirled around, too enraged to face the wolf, who he knew spoke the utter truth of the matter. Wolf stepped forward, resting his hand on the bureau's corner for balance. He asked calmly of the being behind him, "What shattered it?"
"A battle," the wolf said matter-of-factly, as if the man should have known this already, "a battle fought as if a war, with a man you met last night."
Wolf spun around, "Who is he?"
"Of no consequence now, I would believe." The wolf paused, and his companion made no move to fill the silence. "In your battle," the wolf went on, "he happened to meet his own end."
The Green Knight turned his eyes from the wolf, fixing them upon the shards of a blade he now knew to have taken another man's life. His first kill, and it meant so little to him that he couldn't even recall it. The thought chilled him, and it sickened him.
"However," the wolf continued, "the weapon that took his life was one far greater than your own."
Wolf glanced over his shoulder at the wolf, no more pleased by this than he had been a moment before, but he let the wolf go on without interruption.
"The worlds were skewed last night, torn and sewn together too many times to count, led onwards and backwards through time more times than could be counted, and wavered upon the very brink of total destruction. Not everything that happened quite exactly happened, and even those things that truly did occur may not have occurred any longer. Those few things that remain, may remain as mere consequences, devoid of causes. To delve too deeply into yesterday will serve you no better than trying to discern tomorrow by gouging out your eyes."
Wolf straightened himself and stood taller, his eyes firmly fixed upon the wolf. "Why should I believe anything you've said?"
"What gains would I have in lying to you?"
Wolf tightened his jaw, his cheeks taut. "I don't know, but that alone is reason enough to be suspicious."
The wolf nodded and hummed a short response. "Very well then, Erros," he nodded again, "I would advise, then, that you at the very least consult the smithy outside the castle; he should at the very least be able to do something with the Claw's remains." The wolf's eyes sparkled. "After all, a King needs a weapon, for even if his enemy has been beheaded, his enemy's minions still remain."
Before he could say anything in response, the wolf had vanished and he was alone, hissing in anger to no one.
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Post by zhunter on May 23, 2007 22:50:29 GMT -5
"Shino! Can you...get up?"
He desperately wanted to, but was too weak. All his strength had seemed to fade when he came back from the murky darkness. "Iam finding great difficulty...m'lady." Shino responded. Trying to manage these simple words and stumbling was a sign of something more. Not only could he not support himself, but also couldn't focus like before. Why was this happening???
"Should I get help?"
Help? What good would help do? No one could help him. He was falling into en endless pit of agony and despair while Castle Kestrel burned all around him-
...
What? Why had he envisioned that?
"No, Kat. Just please...Help me to my room and bed...." Shino said quietly as he tried to hold himself up against the stone wall beside him. This day was strange. And there seemed to be no solution. Think! What reason would he have for losing all strength and abilities at this very moment? Could it be a spell was placed over him? Shino didn't think it possible of any of these trusted Knights, but could any of them be ruled out?
Lady Ikkin was a master in magic. Sir Kit was the demonologist of te Castle and surely could send ghosts or spirits after him. Lady Kat commanded purple magic and-
...
No. It wasn't her. Not Kat. She wouldn't sabotage. Nor, could probably any of the others. But the only other option he could think of would be if he had used up massive amounts of energies. That was impossible .Shino ruled that out quickly and didn't think about it anymore. He didn't control that kind of power. The energies he could summon were very limited. Not god-like whatsoever.
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Post by KitClairvoyance on May 24, 2007 0:29:53 GMT -5
Tamia, Court Marshal? Kit couldn't help but feel a small dose of doubt in Wolf's choice of council members. Tamia wasn't even seventeen, and Wolf was already placing her at the head of the army? He wondered if Tamia had even received training in handling battlefield situations. It wasn't that Kit thought she was in any way weak, but overseeing an army, making tactical decisions and at times.. sending soldiers to their death for the greater victory ..he wondered if Tamia was capable of making such decisions.
He wished he shared Tamia's faith in Wolf's wisdom. At the moment, it seemed like Wolf had put a bunch of names in a hat and drawn them out randomly with glee.
Kit watched silently as Tamia unlocked the door to her room, her feline companion dropping off her shoulder onto the floor. Tamia's cat had always interested Kit ever since Maya hinted at the cat's ability to sense her. Given a chance, Kit would have loved to perform some rituals on the cat, to force its identity out, but he didn't think Tamia would appreciate that, despite how harmless the ritual was. Well, relatively harmless.
"Come in,"
Kit stepped into Tamia's room, greeted by the sight of what looked to him like a rather cosy place to be. It was certainly a stark difference from the bare stone walls and floor of his own room. There was a certain comforting feel about it, something which Kit actually found himself liking. Even the plants and herbs Tamia used were a far cry from the plethora of ingredients he stocked in his own room, monkeyflower and milk thistle.. as opposed to the vervain, yarrow and other plants he would use.
Kit couldn't help but wonder if their rooms reflected their personalities. Tamia's warm, friendly and innocent nature.. as opposed to his own darker, impersonal disposition. It certainly was a possible theory.
Somewhere deep down inside him, Kit wondered if Tamia felt uncomfortable having him around, considering their personality contrast.
"You don't have any allergic tendencies, do you? I've heard that some people can get quite a rash from this one."
Kit looked to Tamia and shook his head, "no, there shouldn't be a problem with allergens." And besides, an itch was more welcome than the stomach-rending pain which he had.
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Post by elementalists on May 24, 2007 22:31:58 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]The mild late morning sun washed Sherie Oc's golden-brown skin with its mild rays as the young gypsy-elementalist skipped merrily down the dirt road, her soft deerskin moccasins kicking up fine clouds of dust as she went along. It was a nice day, and she was happy.
Turning around, she stopped and waited for the rest of the band to catch up, her willow staff in hand. A soft breeze tickled her cheeks, her soft green eyes jumping from one object of interest to another.
"Hurry it up already!" she called out to the rest of the group, her arm outstretched into the air, waving.
She couldn't wait to get to the kingdom of Dunburrow, for she had heard many stories about it and its knights. A click of her fingers sent a thin jet of flame springing into the air. She had been told that some of the knights could use fire magic too. It would be interesting to see how good they were with it.
She tapped her feet impatiently, rocking back and forth on her heels. Her hair was braided into long brown braids, with a string of beads used to tie the braids together into a ponytail that reached down to the back of her neck. Sighing, she turned around to see the kingdom of Dunburrow. It wouldn't be long before they arrived.[/glow]
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Post by elementalists on May 24, 2007 23:37:22 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]Frost Selkadef walked noiselessly behind Sherie, his own moccasins keeping him from making a sound as he walked. He looked straight ahead with a strangely piercing gaze, his left hand on the hilt of a crystalline dagger. He brushed his long, pale blue bangs out of his face with his right hand.
"Hurry it up already!" he heard Sherie call. He hardly showed any recognition that she had spoken, altering his speed only slightly. They would get to Dunburrow when they got there. Rushing never appealed to him much.
He still was looking forward to reaching the castle, regardless of what he showed the others. A lovely cold feeling went through him when thinking about reaching the Castle, the kind that usually foreshadowed an upcoming battle. His ice magic always prepared him for potential danger, providing him with energy to summon quickly during a fight.
Icy energy crackled between his fingertips, longing to find release, but he held it back. It wouldn't do to look over-eager, particularly since his band of elementalists was not looking for a fight in the first place.[/glow]
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Post by Kat on May 25, 2007 2:01:58 GMT -5
"No, Kat. Just please...Help me to my room and bed...."
Kat bit her lip. The tears were coming as she gently placed one of Shino's arms around her shoulders, and with her other hand, supported him at his waist. She slowly began lifting him up, trying not to jar anything, even though she was absolutely sure Shino didn't have any physical injuries, save for maybe a bruise or two after collapsing.
"Come on," she whispered. "I'll take you there."
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Post by elementalists on May 25, 2007 5:52:29 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Her head had been tilted back, gazing pensively at the morning skies, until Sherie's eager call had reached her ears. Bringing her eyes back down to earth and the road ahead, Sibrina Nar automatically brushed aside strands of silvery and black-tinted hair that had fallen into her face, obscuring the vision of light grey eyes.
Although her light pace had kept her nearby her more excited companion, she quickened her steps in answer to Sherie's impatience, taking her light-skinned hands out of her pockets to rest lightly at her sides. She twitched her fingers subconsciously in the breeze, and felt it twist and twirl, blowing refreshingly across her face.
The air elementalist was also awaiting the entrance into Dunburrow, her interest marked by simple curiosity. The wind was sending invigoration throughout her veins, and her eyes became less calm and dreamy as they focused on the horizon, where Dunburrow awaited them. [/glow]
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Post by Jason on May 25, 2007 8:37:31 GMT -5
"Sir Jason, Lady Emma," he said, looking across the table as the Sangria Knight stood up to go get some cloths from the kitchen, "please, do let the servants assist you; they'll be quite willing to assist if only you call one over, and Knights shouldn't have to clean when there are matters at hand.
"At which," he continued, "do either of you have any recollection of yesterday? We here can't seem to recall a thing, and as the two of you did not arrive until today, I must wonder if you have suffered the same plight..."
Jason nodded calmly. "Last thing I remembered was being summoned to the castle. I don't remember m uch more than that though." Sir Jason replied with a short bow. He nodded and turned to LAdy Ikkin. "Would....would you mind helping to clean up this mess?"he asked calmly.
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Post by emmhwal on May 25, 2007 12:29:56 GMT -5
"Sir Jason, Lady Emma," he said, looking across the table as the Sangria Knight stood up to go get some cloths from the kitchen, "please, do let the servants assist you; they'll be quite willing to assist if only you call one over, and Knights shouldn't have to clean when there are matters at hand.
"At which," he continued, "do either of you have any recollection of yesterday? We here can't seem to recall a thing, and as the two of you did not arrive until today, I must wonder if you have suffered the same plight..."
Emma sat down. She sighed. "Truthfully, no. But, my whole travel is a blur; the scenery all looks the same after the first few days."
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Post by zarikrahia on May 25, 2007 15:00:27 GMT -5
Zari walked in beween the wide, jostling streets of the silent City. Looking up, she saw the crystal spires and domes that made the city so picturesque and fragile-looking. wandering along, her nagging anxiety became a gentle stream of thoughts 'If the knight can accept all the other oddities, they can cope with a Fae, I guess.' Zari grinned, her first in two years. She'd been too careful.
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