[center] [color=gold] [h1] Maria von Hohenzollern [img] http://i.imgur.com/mHxQYPc.jpg [/img] [/h1] [/color] [/center] [center] [color=gold] [h2] Royal Capital Lugnica [/h2] [/color] [/center] [@liferusher] Impossible. What had happened last night was something that Maria could hardly comprehend herself, but she knew the events had “occurred’. There was a part of Maria, childish and youthful, that wished to believe the events of the previous night to be nothing more than a terrible dream, but such escapism would not solve any of the issues she had been faced with. Knights were expected to die. Well, perhaps not quite “expected”, but rather they existed to protect their lord, and the people whom their lord lords over. From the highest governmental position to the basic farmer, those Maria was tasked to protect would be protected if she was given the ability, but she had been unsuccessful in subduing the “man of the golden blade”. The blade was a strange object. Maria felt something … painful. Something alive within the blade when she had touched it, trying to worm its way into her subconscious and take over her body. Maria was stronger in terms of mental fortification compared to others, and thus the vain attempts held little effect upon her mentality. However, the blade did try to reject Maria, and she had been separated from the blade. She had lost most of her recollection of what had happened after she had the blade taken from her, but she presumed for whatever reason the “man with the golden blade” had allowed her to leave. But those who died… Perhaps where she was now was a form of purgatory? At the very least, it appeared that she had figured out, in her confusion, a means to get back to her room and fall asleep. She had slept in her armor. Something she had not done in a long time. Maria was afraid She could never forget what she had done. Her inability and lack of strength;. they were ingrained upon her body. Her failure had caused the death of two of her most trusted allies, along with countless civilians. Their lives would be taken from the world, forgotten to the sands of time and left to antiquity. But Maria knew who they were. She would have to carry their weight around with her for as long as she lived. Exiting her quarters and entering the connecting room that was her office, Maria saw someone who she didn’t recognize. Another individual with strange clothing … it appeared there was an influx of foreigners recently in this city. Of course, as the Knightess Captain of this branch, Maria could not allow herself to be lowed in from of another. As much as she wanted to cry for those who were lost, she knew that there would be nothing to gain of it. Of course, if given a bit of provocation, she could have broken, but she understood her duties as a knight. Clearing her throat, Maria spoke to the girl. [color=gold] “Uh hum. I am sorry for the delay for our meeting. I am the Knightess Captain of this branch. I had been told that you had arrived in the castle and that you wished to meet with me. I shall give you the time you wish now, though might I ask who you are?” [/color] Could she even call herself a knight at this point? She had to. It was her job, but she had failed to protect what was before her. She was a failure of a knight in the standards she had set for herself. But to those around her, she could not break down. To her own psyche she could not break down, lest she forget who she was. [color=gold] “I am Maria von Hohenzollern, heiress to the Hohenzollern household and Commander of the Iron Bell Knights. If there is anything you would need, please do not hesitate to ask.”[/color] Even though it was but an introduction, her melancholic undertone was still apparent in such a basic speech. It wasn't much different than those she had given to another set of new arrivals into this city. Was her base just a hub for new travellers? Was she just doomed to constantly meet strange people? Truly this has been a roundabout path. [hr] [center] [color=MidnightBlue] [h1] Chastity [img] http://i.imgur.com/mfBWCK2.png[/img] [/h1] [/color] [/center] [center] [color=MidnightBlue] [h2] Royal Capital Lugnica [/h2] [/color] [/center] [@Zelosse] Chastity was a strange existence. His appearance would mark the end of any actions done by those who would find him, and his ability to hide himself within the cracks of society from those who would wish to identify him was one of his greatest skills. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hfCBaqFniRcl]He was, after all, a master of disguise.[/url] Systematically he would eliminate anyone who had discovered his face, but thankfully to his recollection there was no one who was able to have seen his face. He had defeated the elf-knightess with ease and without her having discerned his position, considering how effortlessly he had eliminated her. Those who were against his Fair Lady’s plans would have to be killed, regardless of who they were. Someone who didn’t truly “exist” in the world, being simply an agent of chaos as an acolyte of the Witches. Perhaps the world would have been better if he was never born. The position of the Bishopric was something that existed to cause troubles for all. However, even if this “Chastity” didn’t exist, the position would be filled. So long as his power, the Authority given to him by his Beloved Lady existed in this world, the world would be worse off. But the synergy between this rendition of the “Chastity” title’s claimant and his authority, the world would be worse off. There was a time long ago where the rage that existed in his heart was never formed, but his hatred of this abhorrent kingdom, the Kingdom of Lugnica, and the corrupted bastions who are herald as it’s bulwarks and heroes were nothing but disgusting people who should be eliminated for their transgressions. His madness stems from a certain point where his mind refuses to remember, but a feeling that his body would not forget. The room he sat in was very simple in construction, perhaps looking as if the house of a laborer or perhaps even something as simple as a farm worker. Though his dress was definitely more than that of a commoner, his appearance being rather staunch and perhaps his features being rather handsome. His dresses were clearly made from the nicest textiles and dyes the area had to offer. To pass the time he would smoke to himself, taking his time methodically with his recreation. He couldn’t leave the city. With news of dead knights and the perpetrators not being captured, there was sure to be blockades on all major highways. Not that his face had anything to hide. But if that Knightess who had survived was at one of the checkpoints, he would not be able to leave with his newly found friend. He had given the knowledge of this hideout in the city to his friend, and he would await for his arrival. There was also the issue of concealing the sword, but he had plans.