Renose
xVampire3go
yoshua171
EnterTheHero
Ikan
Bacon
NeziulValdr collapsed like a ragdoll after the girl shoved him off of her after an unfortunate mishap where he was knocked into her. He struggled a bit to get up before finally just going limp, for a few moments, both parties had thought he died, but a single quiet utterance confirmed otherwise, "food...", he said. It appears that whatever strength he seemed to have left was pure willpower, and as soon as anything knocked him off his feet, he was down until he got some help.
Dark Knight, the meaning of knight was that of a warrior of good, one who fought for the good of their nation, to defend it's people, uphold justice and the laws of the land. The traditional sense of the knight favors peaceful resolutions and the generation of a harmonious community. Commonly they take to the sword and shield, a balance of the sword that strikes evil, and the shield that protects the people. Such is the way of the knight. However, reality does not see fit to have things be so convenient, thus the birth of the Dark Knight. Even well before the First Dark Knight, there were many scorned warriors who upheld their own creeds, their own justice, and dirtied their hands to do so, but many of them fell to this impure world.
The Dark Knight is the warrior of good who dirties their hands with blood to continue that creed, at any cost and with realization of the realities of this world do they fight. That is a Dark Knight, when things are out of hand for the law, in they come, like a phantom, and though the resolution be bitter and perhaps grotesque.
The Dark Dragoon is a famous title around here, that particular Dark Knight, the teacher of the one now sitting in the Gargling Drake, playing Triple Triad with the patrons. They seemed intimidated at first, but despite such an aura, he commanded a unique camraderie that was borne from a military man. There were a few quips he did hear about though... He could start pursuing them, soon as he won that 20 gil he just lost from that last round back.
The young maiden made heads turn as she walked down the streets, it appears she was heading back to her room in the Royal Garnet. What business did she have? Not too many knew, and others had guessed she may be a foreign summoner. Though Dogma had been banned, Summoners still had a celibate status among common-folk as capable of calling upon the gods they prayed too. Every face she passed did not seem to interest her, but as she neared the Garnet, one figure stood out for just a moment. The face was that of a skilled aristocrat, smiling, crafty body language, but those eyes unnerved her, and the unnaturally pale short silver hair, as if this man was nothing more than a puppet, but in mere moments he was gone. As she walked up the steps, she felt that unnatural hollow abyss once more, turning, she could've sworn he just walked passed her, but alas, there was nothing there...
It was a surreal experience... Like a waking dream... Try as she might, the man was no longer around. Garbed in aristocratic clothing with such a terrifyingly lacking aura, those well-versed in nation's various fashion would recognize it as a high Ayntayikk garb. It wasn't as if someone had no presence, it's as if someone's presence was a negative, like a black hole... As soon as she calmed down, she turned back to the Royal Garnet's lobby. They offered much here. Recreational facilities, a large banquet hall, a dojo for visitors, a bar, and there were even VIP lounge rooms where likely political dealings took place, unsavory or otherwise. It seems some of the foreign ambassadors from the recent summit are still here, so she can hear about some of the going-ons taking place in other countries if she so pleased...
As she passed, she got a few small quips however.