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knightsoflegend2012-01-19 07:57 pm
wynn) wrote in knightsoflegend2012-01-19 07:57 pm
Entry tags:
- abbie mills,
- abigail hobbs,
- aedan cousland,
- andrea dodge,
- astrid mädchen,
- bo dennis-gatewood,
- brantley river,
- caroline forbes,
- chiaki yoshida,
- chris ramirez,
- derek hale,
- desmond d. descant,
- dimitri belikov,
- elena gilbert,
- felicity braddock,
- fyrel lear,
- haymitch abernathy,
- jameson bennett,
- jimmy novak,
- kate beckett,
- kate bishop,
- kyla whelan,
- lila zacharov-gray,
- maggie-may west,
- mars dacey,
- martha jones,
- morgan mccleary,
- nels llendo,
- nick hawley,
- phineas dantalion,
- richard riddick,
- rose hathaway,
- sam winchester,
- sebastian trevethor,
- skye,
- snow white,
- soo-jin song,
- spike,
- sterling archer,
- sven van tol,
- tallisibeth enwandung-esterhazy,
- the doctor,
- violet reedhym,
- wynnefalshond
prologue ♔ chances are more than expectations
WHO || Wynn and any characters newly joining the Knights
WHAT || Initial recruitment meetings with Wynn
WHERE || Knights Headquarters outside London, England
WHEN || Anytime before the 1st of each month
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam (I'll follow your lead!) Please make a new thread for your character's arrival below.
♬ [When you see this note in a post or NPC tag, click for musical accompaniment!]
The paths to the Knighthood are as unique as the individuals who comprise its widespread organization. But all of their tales have one aspect in common: their first trip to the castle that serves as the primary headquarters for their operations occurs blindfolded, generally with the member who had recommended them for service as their escort.
Only when the car had pulled up to the front steps of the opulent building are they unmasked and allowed to follow inside.
Within the wide front hall is what looks like a receptionist desk to the left, manned by any one of a number of usually young Knights, who make the newly arrived sign into an ancient looking tome with hundreds of yellowed pages, along with today's date, usually accompanied by a look of curiosity from whoever's working the desk. Either way, they ask no questions.
They are then directed down the main ground floor hallway, which seems to stretch on for a great distance, passing tapestries of a mostly medieval flavor, suits of armor and weaponry lining the walls, and archways that open into opulent ballrooms, extra wings with numerous doors, poshly decorated parlors and more.
It's in front of an incredibly large painting that they come to a stop, drawing some kind of keycard out of their wallet or pockets and using it to open a small glass case containing a fire extinguisher to the right of the artwork. They pull the extinguisher upwards like a lever, making it clear it's just for show, and a loud mechanism creaks behind the wall, as the entire mural swings aside slowly to unveil a torch lit hallway. Escorts leave their charges to go on from here alone, usually with a nod or word of encouragement.
There's something solemn about the long stone corridor, made only more so by the fact that almost every inch of the walls on either side is covered in paintings, tapestries, rugs, artifacts, carvings, etc. that depict various images from the Knights' history, of those in armor battling against all manner of twisted and dangerous creatures. There's another constantly reoccurring image as well - of a gigantic silver dragon battling against armies of dark elves, or just one dark elf in particular, who is often depicted with a certain circular symbol somewhere on his wicked looking armor.
More prominent than this collection of madly arranged images is the incredibly large lettering inscribed over the large doors at the end of the hallway.
Thou Shalt Defend the Knighthood.
Thou Shalt respect all Weaknesses, and Shalt constitute thyself the Defender of them.
Thou Shalt not recoil before thine Enemy.
Thou Shalt make War against Injustice, without Cessation and without Mercy.
Thou Shalt never lie, and shall remain Faithful to thy pledged Word.
Thou Shalt be Generous, and listen to and Respect All.
Thou Shalt be Everywhere and Always the Champion of the Right and the Good against Injustice and Evil.
The room that stretches out beyond those doors, however, is enough to wrench the eyes off the inscription. It houses an incredibly large, thick, wooden table constructed in the round, surrounded by at least twenty five chairs. Rising from the center from the table is a massive statue that appears to be made of glass or crystal, depicting a dragon in flight. Suspended in the middle of the statue is a proud looking sword, that looks as if it's merely hovering there because of the statue's transparent nature. The statue rises up towards the vaulted ceilings as if it means to break free and soar out of the room, creating a very otherworldly aspect to the setting.
It may take a moment for those who enter to realize they are not fully alone, as Wynn waits on the exact opposite side of the table, facing a pair of incredibly tall sealed doors, that appear to be gilded in gold leaf. His hands are locked behind him, laced white cuffs falling over them, one ring visible on his left hand. His height is intimidating, at a full six foot seven, and his posture rigid and impeccable. He wears an old-fashioned tailored coat worked with silver and dark blues, over a silver and white doublet, framed with gleaming buttons that have tiny dragons worked onto them in brushed silver. He says nothing - doesn't even so much as turn, as if he doesn't even register that anyone has arrived.
Once inside, the doors fall shut with a ponderous thud, of what seems to be their own accord.
WHAT || Initial recruitment meetings with Wynn
WHERE || Knights Headquarters outside London, England
WHEN || Anytime before the 1st of each month
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam (I'll follow your lead!) Please make a new thread for your character's arrival below.
♬ [When you see this note in a post or NPC tag, click for musical accompaniment!]
The paths to the Knighthood are as unique as the individuals who comprise its widespread organization. But all of their tales have one aspect in common: their first trip to the castle that serves as the primary headquarters for their operations occurs blindfolded, generally with the member who had recommended them for service as their escort.
Only when the car had pulled up to the front steps of the opulent building are they unmasked and allowed to follow inside.
Within the wide front hall is what looks like a receptionist desk to the left, manned by any one of a number of usually young Knights, who make the newly arrived sign into an ancient looking tome with hundreds of yellowed pages, along with today's date, usually accompanied by a look of curiosity from whoever's working the desk. Either way, they ask no questions.
They are then directed down the main ground floor hallway, which seems to stretch on for a great distance, passing tapestries of a mostly medieval flavor, suits of armor and weaponry lining the walls, and archways that open into opulent ballrooms, extra wings with numerous doors, poshly decorated parlors and more.
It's in front of an incredibly large painting that they come to a stop, drawing some kind of keycard out of their wallet or pockets and using it to open a small glass case containing a fire extinguisher to the right of the artwork. They pull the extinguisher upwards like a lever, making it clear it's just for show, and a loud mechanism creaks behind the wall, as the entire mural swings aside slowly to unveil a torch lit hallway. Escorts leave their charges to go on from here alone, usually with a nod or word of encouragement.
There's something solemn about the long stone corridor, made only more so by the fact that almost every inch of the walls on either side is covered in paintings, tapestries, rugs, artifacts, carvings, etc. that depict various images from the Knights' history, of those in armor battling against all manner of twisted and dangerous creatures. There's another constantly reoccurring image as well - of a gigantic silver dragon battling against armies of dark elves, or just one dark elf in particular, who is often depicted with a certain circular symbol somewhere on his wicked looking armor.
More prominent than this collection of madly arranged images is the incredibly large lettering inscribed over the large doors at the end of the hallway.
Thou Shalt respect all Weaknesses, and Shalt constitute thyself the Defender of them.
Thou Shalt not recoil before thine Enemy.
Thou Shalt make War against Injustice, without Cessation and without Mercy.
Thou Shalt never lie, and shall remain Faithful to thy pledged Word.
Thou Shalt be Generous, and listen to and Respect All.
Thou Shalt be Everywhere and Always the Champion of the Right and the Good against Injustice and Evil.
The room that stretches out beyond those doors, however, is enough to wrench the eyes off the inscription. It houses an incredibly large, thick, wooden table constructed in the round, surrounded by at least twenty five chairs. Rising from the center from the table is a massive statue that appears to be made of glass or crystal, depicting a dragon in flight. Suspended in the middle of the statue is a proud looking sword, that looks as if it's merely hovering there because of the statue's transparent nature. The statue rises up towards the vaulted ceilings as if it means to break free and soar out of the room, creating a very otherworldly aspect to the setting.
It may take a moment for those who enter to realize they are not fully alone, as Wynn waits on the exact opposite side of the table, facing a pair of incredibly tall sealed doors, that appear to be gilded in gold leaf. His hands are locked behind him, laced white cuffs falling over them, one ring visible on his left hand. His height is intimidating, at a full six foot seven, and his posture rigid and impeccable. He wears an old-fashioned tailored coat worked with silver and dark blues, over a silver and white doublet, framed with gleaming buttons that have tiny dragons worked onto them in brushed silver. He says nothing - doesn't even so much as turn, as if he doesn't even register that anyone has arrived.
Once inside, the doors fall shut with a ponderous thud, of what seems to be their own accord.
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[Riddick is very curious to hear more about how he came to be here, and if there is anyway to...change it. The desire of which still bothered him.]
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Those who come to this world pass through the thin Veil, as we call it, that lies between them. It tends to take something from everyone, though the amount varies.
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Nah, I seem to pretty much remember everything, maybe a few of the finer details are fuzzy, but the main picture is complete. So, how exactly does this Veil work? Is it an alien life-force we don't know about? Maybe it's only in this...Earth's dimension?
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Jack also mentioned that not only has this happened to others but that this organization helps to...re-orientate people on how to get along. In this world, that is. [Though it pains Riddick to seem at all...needy or like he is asking a question, there is still a hint of it in how blase he tries to sound.]
What're the qualifications for that, exactly? [If it was having a clean slate then he was definitely shit outta luck.]
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So, if my motivation was to- [He pauses, unsure as to how to say this, hating that he felt so... That he felt like, for the first time, he wanted to be noble. Good.]
I dunno, I guess if my motivation was to help... [He cuts himself off, honestly not knowing how to even...form the words he wanted to say. He was never one for talk anyway. Screw it.]
What about giving people second chances, if they have the right motivations and just need to...sort things through?
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To discover the best possible person that they could be, granted that second chance?
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Yes. [He paused again, another question resting on his tongue as he debated whether it would be a good thing to pose it or not, knowing that this subject could possibly be the thing that would get him fully rejected. If he were being completely honest with himself, now that he had started on this path he was coming to realize, with startling clarity, that this was what he had truly wanted, perhaps longer than he would ever know. He decided if he was going to do this, he might as well go balls-out. Clean slate, at least to one other person, and right now it was the person who's opinion seemed to matter the most.]
What if those people who want to "discover the best possible person they could be," what if they had a past that was... less than clean? I'm not talking about "Oh, I've made mistakes in my life," dirty. I'm saying what if they were the lowest of the low? What would you do with them?
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[There's a level of understanding behind Wynn's eyes that make it clear he completely gets where Riddick is coming from - and doesn't judge him at all for it. That he almost respects him more for making this decision with the knowledge of where he came from.]
I believe they are probably the ones to whom the words 'second chance' apply most of all.
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I dunno how well I'd do with this, to be honest. I've never once tried to be noble in my life, hell I've hardly ever been nice. Shit like that don't come all that easy to me. But if you're willing, I think I'd appreciate a second chance. Seems about the best option I've ever had.
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[Though it all sounds snarky and somewhat bitchy, Riddick says this with all seriousness. He isn't questioning Wynn and his personal feelings on the code, they're kinda obvious. He wants to know if everyone else here was held to the same standard, and therefore would all be not only responsible for themselves, but for each other as a team. A novel idea to someone like him.]
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Then if you'll have me, I'd like to try and live by that same oath. I know I won't be perfect, like you said, but I'll sure as hell try to keep my nose clean. [Mostly. He reaches out a hand towards Wynn intending to shake on it. He didn't know how else to... go about it. :\]
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[annnd /handshake and scene! YAY!!]