TheDarkTemplar — Roleplayer Guild

The party was in full swing and all seemed to be running smoothly. A small scrap had broken out between the men but it was purely out of fun. For now Evelyn would allow it, as long as things remained under control. As for herself she'd found confidence that the castle would remain standing without her constant supervision and so retired to a nearby table by the Windows of the grand hall. As she sat facing the crowd a smile rose on her face, the same smile that was present on the faces of the common folk who filled the old halls with laughter. It was a small victory, but nonetheless important. People needed to feel safe with The Order, they needed to know that they'd find shelter and security behind the walls of every Templar fortress. Evelyn poured herself a mug of ale and calmly watched the night unfold. While she wasn't exactly partaking in the festivities, she wasn't playing the role of security either. In truth she merely enjoyed watching the dancing of those before her, to hear their laughter and enjoy their song. It was not a life she'd had and so she felt without. To watch from afar and know that her life was to promote such was enough for her.

Then the alarms came. The keep bell tower rang over and over again with a surreal hollowness to it. Like a death toll it rang out, echoing through the halls of the keep, silencing all present. In a matter of moments guards came dashing from their positions to wherever it was they were needed. Evelyn jumped to her feet and followed the guards to the courtyard. It was there see saw the horror that lay there. Ruinil, her throat cut open, her body lay open beside the scorched remnants of Bartuc and Landeel. The captain almost couldn't believe her eyes, when she finally did she was surprised to see who was already leading the investigation. The irony of it all was that she'd half expected Marcus to have been responsible for this. "Marcus! What in Altaia's name has happened?!", Evelyn cried out, her eyes staring wildly at the scene before her. Then a thought came into her head, it was sudden and the emotions it invoked came slowly. At first the feeling of realization followed by the growing rage which nearly drove Evelyn mad. "Where is the prisoner?", she asked calmly, hiding the boiling rage within. 

Red had seen everything; the slaying of the Dreakind and the deaths of the two knights. It was a rather tragic event, what's more a new player had revealed itself to the game, one Red half expected to take advantage of the chaos. As the courtyard filled with angry guards and fearful peasants, Red quickly made her escape. Under the cover of her invisibility she exited the courtyard and made her way around the castle. After acquiring her things she set out once more to the springs where she met Argus. The road felt long and tiring, why this was so was a mystery to Red as she wasn't lacking in sleep or nourishment. After changing at the spring she continued through the forest till she arrived at a clearing in the woods. At it's center lay an archgriffin, black as night with red tipped feathers. It's beak was a darkened grey which was serrated along the edges. Red approached the beast without caution but rather confidence and warmth. "Nyxa, I brought you something", she said softly as the large creature sprung to life. It squawked loudly before Red could shush it. "Momma's sorry she left for so long, she didn't mean to leave you. Here, forgive me?", Red tossed a steak into the air and like lightening the arch-griffin lunged up and caught it. In mere seconds the steak had been devoured and the beast was rubbing its head against its rider. "I missed you too, girl. Come, we have a long way to the capital", the Griffin cawed slightly before lowering itself for Red to get on. Once seated on the saddle, Nyxa bolted into the air before darting across the sky. The night was young and with luck they'd reach the capital before it was too late.

Come morning the funeral pyres were built. The bodies of Ruinil, Bartuc, and Landeel lay atop one each. All the templars and peasantry were present for the funeral. There were no songs to greet the day, only tears and scowls. The priests prepared incense and recited prayers for the two humans and burial songs for the elf. All stood in the courtyard, their eyes either to the ground or towards the pyres. Evelyn stood atop the walls, overlooking the crowd and the dead. Her heart felt heavy and her eyes weary. The morning had promised progress but in reality all it brought was loss. As commanding officer she gave the eulogy, such a thing was not uncommon to her. "To protect the people and ward away the darkness. That was their oath as Templars. As knights of the order we give our lives to the preservation of the light...but on this day the darkness has found victory. The void created by the loss of these brave souls will never be filled. Never again will we find individuals such as they, who's lives they gave time and time again to the service of people who'd never thank them, never trust them, never repay them. Against all this they stood in face of the dark which now threatens the world. Let their loss be inspiration for the near future. To live as these souls did, and work to achieve their level of selflessness. The coming winter will be long and full of hardship. It falls to us, the Knights of The Dawn Covenant, we few who remain, to stand against the evil in the north. To ensure the light burns forever more", Evelyn nodded to a nearby priest who carried a torch to the pyres. With the lighting of each, a pain grew in Evelyn's heart. It felt as if a stake had been driven through her chest and with each pyre set alight, it had been hammered further in. 

At the ceremony's conclusion she hurriedly packed her bags and prepared her horse. The way would be long and arduous and she dared not risk enduring another trip the likes of their first exodus to Thanermere. Once she was ready, Evelyn sent for a messenger to rally the men. They'd ride for Loringrad today.

Are y'all serious? I leave for a little while and this happens? Ace, you know full well that no one has bullied you here. Every instance of you being irritated by what occurs in the rp has been amended time and time again so for you to say that is insulting. Furthermore there is absolutely no reason for you to react the over mild crude humor from a post by post rpg. That's like freaking out over an episode of teletubbies. Zetsuko, even if you had nothing to post at the moment what possessed you to think killing another player was a good idea? As for my co-gms, literally this was one of the only jobs I asked of you. To keep things under control in the event of my absence. 

Moving on, what's happened will not be undone. Ace has made up her mind and now we move on. Come Monday I'll put up a post for the next ic day. 

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