squiring ♔ injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere

[wynn]

♬ Troy - James Horner

WHO || Wynn, Shawn Spencer, Ashley Magnus, Abbie Mills, Allen Francis Doyle, current Knights attending the ceremony
WHAT || March Squiring Ceremony [backdated]
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Great Hall
WHEN || March 1st, 2015, 6:00PM
HOW || Actionspam

The impressively large Great Hall of the castle could easily pass as a royal throne room, with its length and the red carpet leading up to a set of steps. However, there is no throne set at the top of them, and the Hall is wide enough to accommodate hundreds of Knights. And indeed, several hundred Knights stand in ranks on either side of the wide stretch of red, each wearing the traditional set of ceremonial armor in their possession.

The newest squires have been fitted to his armor after meeting with Wynn as always. It's traditional for them to appear for the first time before the Knighthood wearing it and they are assured that only a very small number of the Knights make use of their armor for other circumstances. It does, however, create an intimidating sense of unity as they stand shoulder to shoulder in rank and file to receive their newest pledges.

They enter together, with a flair of orchestral music that fills the hall with as much pomp as possible. It's a lot like that last scene in A New Hope. Yeah, you thought I was going to get through an entire post being all serious, didn't you.

At the top of the steps, Wynn waits, wearing a sword on his belt that canny eyes† might recognize as familiar. Mark has, after all, brought it back with him from Andres - the famed sword, Excalibur.

It's one hell of a long walk past all those staring, curious eyes. Luckily, it's a long musical number.

For additional dice rolling fun (optional):

† Roll or randomize a d20. Those who roll a 15 or above can spot the sword for being the exact same sword that was suspended in the statue above the Round Table, when they met with Wynn in the Prologue.
† Roll a d20 dexterity check. If your character rolls a 2 or 3, at some point during their walk they're bound to stumble. A critical fail will lead to an epic faceplant ... or worse.

Comments

Peanut Gallery

[wynn]

[ ONLOOKERS/GAWKERS/WHATNOT]

[druidisms]

[ walks in late like an asshole because he was smoking outside. he needs to be stoned to deal with shawn tbh. ]

Anyone else hear Magnus?

[daredtobelieve]

[Helen meanwhile is just... staring, mouth hung open, face pale. It's like she's seen a ghost.

Because she has.]

Ashley?

[She whispers the name, still frozen in shock.]

[ambitionist]

[immune to helen's internal crisis, alex comments to ... anyone who happens to be sitting near him about the general first impression he's getting of this batch of intrepid heroes. so many good rolls u know.] They know they're supposed to wait for the afterparty to get drunk, right? Not pregame it?

[bittersweeter]

Can I return mine for store credit? [ her nose wrinkles. ] At least yours is pretty.

[ambitionist]

Mine's a brat. Which one's yours again?

[daredtobelieve]

[Slowly, Helen takes a step forward, like she's about to just move through the crowd and figure this out for herself. Her baby is up there?? How??]

[bittersweeter]

I dunno, one of the guys. [ wait she wrote it on her hand. ] Future Sir Doyle. Is Helen having a stroke?

[ambitionist]

Uh ... maybe. Someone ought to look into that. [not it.]

[bredinthebone]

[Malina is focused mostly on her concern for her friend at this point as she moves forward, placing a hand on Helen's shoulder to get her attention.]

Helen?

[daredtobelieve]

[Malina's touch at least draws her attention from the main ceremony.]

It's her. [She says, still looking completely shocked and confused.]

It's Ashley. [Her eyes dart from Malina to Gus and back again.] My daughter.

[bredinthebone]

[She blinks in surprise, glancing up to the girl she means for a moment, before turning back to Helen.]

Are you sure?

[Not that she doubts her ability to recognize her own child, but she just wants to be certain.]

[daredtobelieve]

I... [She looks over towards Ashley, tears filling her eyes.] I don't know how it's possible. It shouldn't be possible.

Ashley's dead.

[bredinthebone]

[Malina tries to keep her shock off her face but unfortunately it's not as well as she would have liked (will save 10). Raising the dead. That's ... that's a new trick. She keeps her hand on Helen's shoulder gently, before nodding.]

Okay. Okay, let's ... let's wait until they finish the ceremony and we'll get to the bottom of this.

[daredtobelieve]

[She just nods and takes a breath, watching the rest of the ceremony quietly.]

[bredinthebone]

[She does the same, focusing on "Ashley" and wanting to make sure there wasn't anything too off about her right out the gate, but once everything is said and done, she glances back to Helen.]

Do you want to do this at the party, or somewhere more private?

[daredtobelieve]

No, I'm... I'm alright.

[bredinthebone]

Alright. Then let's go get our party on.

[And investigate Helen's mystery daughter. And probably get very, very drunk. /scene]

[mordsith]

[Cara is there purely to see her squire and size her up. At least hers isn't the one making a fool of themselves.]