Squiring ♔ and i won't cry for yesterday

[wynn]

WHO || Wynn, Arthur Pendragon, Merlin, James Watson, Riddick, Myrinlandel de Tanos, Katniss Everdeen, Andrea Anderson, and open to current Knights attending the ceremony
WHAT || A second February Squiring Ceremony...? WHAT GO ON
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Great Hall
WHEN || February 9th, 2012, 6:00PM
HOW || Actionspam
MUSIC || ♬ King Arthur - Steve Mazzaro

The incredibly sudden announcement yesterday of an impending Squiring Ceremony to occur today has caused considerable uproar among the more seasoned knights, who have been talking non-stop about what in the world the break from general tradition could be about. Mentions of an incredible feast to follow, before the usual ball aren't doing much to die down the gossip either. So it's hardly surprising that the Great Hall is packed to the brim with everyone who could potentially attend, craning their necks to try and see what the big deal is. As before, the Knights stand in ranks on either side of the wide stretch of red carpet, each wearing the traditional set of ceremonial armor in their possession, worked in dark blue and silvers.

Wynn seems to be waiting with a great deal more expectation than usual for the doors to open and reveal the squires, each garbed in their own newly fitted suit of armor, as is the tradition for the ceremony. It's striking as always how much of a sense of importance the event is given just by the uniform appearance of the Knights, as they stand shoulder to shoulder in rank and file to receive their newest pledges. Wynn's eyes are fastened on the door at the end of the Hall, seeming to stand more proudly than ever, one hand on the sword† hilt at his side.

The music sounds: loud, bold, proud swells, a military march. Just as the group did last week, the seven new squires are ushered inside as the large doors swing open slowly, walking in a line, side by side, past the ranks of their soon-to-be brothers and sisters in arms. There's a lot more hushed whispering rolling through the crowd this time, however, as people speculate what in the world is going on here.

Now would be a really awkward time to face plant, squires.


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

[nosdacaraid]

[Mark looks more confused than anything by her little nickname, and says tentatively:] ... Lord Voldemort?

[shootfirst]

[Flatly:] Yes. Lord Voldemort.

[A pause, and then she punches him on the arm] NO. Him. [And she nods forward at Fred Jr., lip curling into a sneer] Didn't he get the "inside scoop"?

[witchwoman]

[Myri takes the offered hand with a smile of gratitude. She doesn't want to hold up the procession any more than she already has, but it takes her a minute to straighten out the outfit they put her in.]

Thank you. [She says, quietly so that only the other girl can hear.] I'm not usually so clumsy. [She wipes at her knee and looks back down their path, turning back to Katniss with a timid smile.] After you. I'll keep my distance, I swear.

[befree]

[She opens her mouth as if she wants to say something else, but quickly clamps her jaw shut and nods. She takes a second to adjust her armor before continuing along again.

She doesn't really care if the other girl keeps her distance or not, she's too busy trying to piece together why the stranger gave her such a sense of familiarity.]

[witchwoman]

[As the girl walks off, Myri's eyes drop to the ground. What a lovely first impression she's made. After a second, though, she realizes that she must press on, lest she hold up the rest of the ceremony.]