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Sir Hasmed ([personal profile] eldritchweaver) wrote in [community profile] knightsoflegend2017-09-23 09:19 am

chapter five ♔ it'll be a day like this one when the sky falls down



the blues - switchfoot
WHO || The Knights
WHAT || Failboat returns from the disaster in LA as the Knighthood goes on lockdown
WHERE || The castle, London
WHEN || Directly after this, Fall 2017
HOW || Actionspam


Hasmed's announcement does not brook any rebuttal: all Knights are recalled to the Castle, where they must remain until the Section Heads and Jack Chessing have spoken about the events in Los Angeles that have left the Knighthood without their usual leader.  

The entire Los Angeles area is now covered with a dark miasma that has interfered with any signals that might be sent out from phones, etc., leaving the whole world wondering what exactly is happening down there.  Final images showed horrendous monsters, a panic of citizens, looting and violence from humans and Shadowkind alike.  

Hasmed has warned of extra magical wards on the castle, and anyone arriving will immediately take notice of one very prominent one: above the entire roof of the excessively large building hovers a black and red sigil in the air, a pentagram in a circle surrounded by runes or words in an unknown language, stretching for miles.  

[ This is the social log for post-LA lockdown.  Failboat must complete the top log before being allowed to tag outside of it. ]
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[personal profile] succubestie 2017-11-19 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[In response, Caeden yawns, stretching his little arms above his head.]

I think that means he knows.

[She wraps her arms around Lucia; she knows full well her boobs make good pillows. She's more than happy to use them for what they're best for.]
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[personal profile] graveflowers 2017-12-01 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
And so modest, too.

[ she's stuck on how tiny he is. he's so light compared to lucia's (rather diminutive) heft, she feels like she's holding a sweet smelling bag of feathers. her thumb brushes across his forehead, his hands, his heart, in an old roman birth blessing. ]

Perfect little bean.