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

[shootfirst]

... You are the only person I know who would find that equally as exciting as King Arthur showing up.

[attollores]

And o'course the hat is a given, but I always felt as though he should be carrying around a big spell book as well, y'know? I mean, either that or a staff...

Or is that Gandalf I'd be thinkin' of then?

[Her face scrunches up as she tries to differentiate between the two. She looks over to Mark again, then blushes at what a nerd she must sound like.]

[nosdacaraid]

[Mark doesn't really think 'nerd', because well. He's too busy trying to pretend he knows who Gandalf is.]

Maybe he left it in his, uh, other robes.

[attollores]

Then I'd say he's a bit screwed cuz his other robes are quite a ways away now. Poor fellow!

[She shakes her head in overplayed sadness, tsk-tsking with each shake.]

Been there, done that and let me tell you, it is not fun!

1/2

[nosdacaraid]

Ended up somewhere... without your clothes? [His eyebrows skyrocket, his tone laced with so much awkward, as if he's sure he heard that wrong but can't help the words from leaking out.]

[shootfirst]

[Annnnd Kat takes that moment to lean forward, grabbing Mark by the shoulder and pulling him out of his deer in the headlights face. Her voice is low, her eyes darting forward a few rows and narrowing.]

Did You-Know-Who tell you anything about this?

[attollores]

[Alainn leans forward too, not wanting to miss the conversation. Before Mark can answer though, she interjects with a chuckle.]

No, me clothes were still on, but I had only just the things on my back, and me bird. If I didn't bring anything of import with me, then I lost it forever! [She winks at him, then looks at Kat and nods, agreeing that she wants to hear about this "You-Know-Who" business.]

[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"?