[center][h1][color=silver]Sir Halflight[/color][/h1]
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The Knight looked up to the ceiling as the slight breeze dissipated, the telltale sound of a lever being pulled leading him to believe that the golem had caused another life-threatening event to unfold upon the rest of the party. Not only that, but he had also managed to trap one of the occupants, as well; the diminutive he-thinks-shes-a fairy. As the floor continued to ascend, Halflight knew he had to act fast in order to stop them all from getting crushed, and attempted to roll inside whats left of the openg space between him and the pillar. Sadly, however, his attempt was only in vain. It was just too small to fit him, after all. Halflight cursed under his breath, before beginning to pace around the room a bit.

As Halflight paced around, he began to think more on his current situation. He had awakened, trapped in a room full of unscrupulous people, ones who could break walls with their very fists, who could seemingly summon swords out of thin air, and who could carelessly toy around with the lives of everyone else. If anything, they weren't all just some random bystanders taken from the streets. No. The young Knight came to a conclusion only his own twisted mind would have been able to figure out...

That he was not the only murderer in this room.

With that in mind, Halflight's eyes frantically paced the room. He won't allow the other killer to get the upper hand on him. He needed a weapon... something he could defend himself with from whatever wished him ill... 

And he had his own growing suspicions as to who they may be.

Halflight found a sharp shard of glass he could hold in his hand comfortably, and began to tear off a piece of his makeshift cape with it, wrapping it around one end of the shard. He was making a shank, something he could easily stick in the back of whoever believes they have the upper hand. It was by no means an actual lasting weapon, but it was good enough for what he can do with his own abilities. A sharp, pointy weapon is all he needed for the poison to work, after all.

After completing his makeshift weapon, Halflight wandered over to where everyone else had seemed to be gathering round. To the body of the incapacitated man with the diamond in his chest. They had already stabilized his wounds, he noticed, but he still required further healing. Under normal circumstances, Halflight  would have used the excuse that it is not within his capabilities to heal, but these circumstances weren't so normal. He needed to seem like he wasn't a threat to everyone else, for one, and he also needed answers. Perhaps this man may have such.

[color=silver]"Step aside,"[/color] the young Knight had said, walking forward, [color=silver]"I will try and heal this man."[/color]

Halflight kneeled down to the man with the diamond, placing his empty hand on his chest as he uttered a short prayer to "His Fairest Lady." Holy light began to pour from his hand into the man, surrounding him lightly as it began to mend some of his wounds. As this happened, a green light glimmered within the diamond. Noticing this curiosity, Halflight looked back to the stone within his own arm.

Is the color of the gem its natural color, or do we all have diamonds that glow a different color? And if that is the case, what even determines this color? Is it their magical power? Surely, both Halflight and Uregaunt both have red gems, and they have both presented the most amount of magical power... but this man was a mage, Mara said, yet his gem was green. If not that...

Is the color of our gems linked to the "color" of our soul?

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Sir Halflight
HP: 52/55
AC: 12

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