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Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

Wow, I come back from tests and its already been 11 posts o.0

I'll come up with a post tomorrow since im dead tired.

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

Before he could say anything else, the templar called Ruinil disappeared into the woods to gather her kill. Furrowing his brow slightly Lloyd turned his attention to the tavern. A knight captain led a group of surviving templars here? Who could it be? There were several captains that were present at the time of the attack. Astan, Ravain, Evelyn...there were a few others too whose names escaped him presently.

"Well, no matter who is the captain, I should meet with them."

He entered the inn despite Ruinil's warning and found Evelyn healing another female templar, along with a dwarf. Tapping his rod lightly on the ground to announce his presence, he spoke.

"Well seems like we all had the bright idea to run here. Means the enemy will eventually fall upon this time. Lloyd Castellans, knight lieutenant. How are you doing this terrible night Knight Captain?"

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

I'll have a post on Friday because I have exams to study for.

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

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Lloyd looked at the woman who asked her the question. Mortal? That was an odd way of ending a sentence but it mattered little to Lloyd. Her attire was that of the order and seeing another survivor was all that Lloyd cared about. Lloyd let out a sigh of relief. "You're part of the order! I am knight-lieutenant Lloyd Castellans. What is your name? Are there others who have traveled with you?" he said hurriedly.

He paused briefly, recalling the signal of electricity earlier. If they were still alive and came here first, perhaps it was them. "Were you part of the group that sent out the signals of electricity?"

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

Gasping for air, Lloyd collapsed on the ground. He ran and ran and when his legs beg him to stop, he only ran some more. It was to his relief then that he finally saw the village just ahead of him. It was not burnt down. Finding renewed strength, Lloyd propped himself up with his staff and jogged over quickly.

He saw a flurry of activity as the local militia raced to defend themselves. The poor souls, they would only find death if they stayed behind to defend their homes. "You there! Has any other member of the order come by here?" he yelled to one of the militiamen.

"Yes, a few stopped by!"

"I must meet them, can you show me where they are?"

"I don't know, look around! I'm busy here! Check the inn or something!" the militiaman said impatiently.

The militiaman left Lloyd in a hurry. "Well then, I should look around for any other members of the Order..."

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

The woods! I must escape through there!

Those were the only thoughts that raced through Lloyd’s mind as he ran through the bodies that littered the ground, ignoring the cries of help that echoed all around him. When he left his room the situation was beyond deteriorating. It was chaos with isolated groups of Templars fighting against a numerically superior army. He had rallied several Templars to defend the walls but they were taken out with some vile explosive soon after. It was then he realized the fighting was a lost cause. The fortress was completely overrun, the thousand footsteps of the enemy was also close behind; he didn’t even know if any of his superiors were even alive and staying around to help anyone else was suicide. Tonight’s attack completely blindsided the Order. News of this carnage must reach the others. Someone had to be a messenger.

It was miraculous that he found time to even put on his armor a set of reinforced leather armor overlaid with mail that offered modest protection. More importantly, it did not slow him down. With his sword sheathed, Lloyd held his staff with both hands. He arrived on the outskirts of the castle walls. A jump down would be his escape.

Out in the distance he saw electricity firing out of the ground three times. Unmistakably, it was a signal to rally survivors. It would also draw attention of the enemy. He briefly considered turning back to meet them back came to realize the futility of such an action. “I can’t get there in time, there’s too much of the enemy between us.” He searched his mind, frantically trying to remember the nearest village. If there were any survivors, they would likely go there first. All the other survivors would rally there. Of course! He remembered now, there was that village not too far from Starguard past the woods.

He climbed the stairs to the top of the wall. A steep drop; not a problem for someone who could make ice. Channeling his mana into his staff, he aimed it at the ground below and blast it with ice, creating an ever rising mound until he deemed it sufficiently high enough to help him get down from the walls.

As he prepared to slide down the ice mound, a most sickening sound came behind him. The Halls of the Conclave burned and the fires raged like a tornado. Lloyd cursed and averted his eyes from the flames. Through the smoke, he only caught a glimpse of a the terrifying creature that roared triumphantly in the dark sky. Today marked a dark chapter in the Order’s history, and with it the beginning of a new and dark age.

Sliding down to the ground, Lloyd ran, never looking behind him into the safety of the woods. He would meet others in the village. The name came back to him now. There had to be others in Starwood Village. Perhaps the one who shot the signal of electricity were headed there too.

Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

This open? Eh, imma apply anyway lol.

My Hider

Name: Lloyd Castellans
Age: 32
Race: Human
Rank: Knight-Lieutenant


Personality: An ambitious man, with words he is blunt and direct; rarely does him use flattery to win others over. For him, lip service is as good as kissing a mule’s arse for action speaks louder than words. As a realist, though he is sworn to uphold his duties as Templar, he will break his oaths if need be if it is for the greater good. Lloyd puts himself first, everything else is secondary.

Background:
The fifth son of a wealthy landowner, this meant that Lloyd’s share in the family coffers were next to nothing when his father died. This along with him being bullied by his older siblings caused Lloyd to seek other means of strength. With little prospect within his family (much of the money was being spend on his older siblings and he loathed the idea of working for them), he left his home to join the order at the age of 15.

Thus, he arrived at Starwatch, the Order’s Fortress as an initiate. With a zealous fervor he studied both magic and swordsmanship. It was very hard in the beginning for he had no formal training in either of them but the anger that raged inside him, the idea of coming back home only to be mocked at for being a failure, only made him focus more intensely on his tutelage. His hard work paid off and at the age of 23, he was formally inducted to become a Templar.

He continued to train himself in the art of war and as a Templar, he opted to wield both the staff and the sword. This proved to be his signature fighting style and he continued to improve it throughout the years.

One of the Knight-Captains saw great potential in Lloyd and took him under his wing. With guidance from Jord the Gallant, he learned a great deal. Jord found the young man to be brash, confident and eager to learn. Yet he also sensed an inner darkness within him and tried to chisel it away by teaching him of humility and compassion.

These teachings were of little interest to Lloyd but he was grateful. Jord felt like the father he never had and for this, he was thankful. When it came time for him to leave them to depart, Lloyd cried for the first time in many years. He came to realize he did not have to live in the shadow of his family’s name and perhaps compassion was something beautiful. He had the strength to carve out his own destiny and was no longer beholden to the past.

At the age of 30, he became a knight-lieutenant, 3 years after the split.

Weapons:
Lloyd was said to be fearless in battle as he fights with both the sword and the staff. This sort of fighting style, the seamless weaving of magic and swordsmanship into one is one of the hardest to master and few take it up for it requires immense concentration on both ends.

Rod of Good Fortunes
Steel Sword

Magic:
Cryomancy Expertise: His repertoire of abilities include sending water at high speeds, creating a frost armor enchantment, and crearing a frost nova by slamming his staff on the ground and some more.

Still looking for a good face image. That's just armor he wears. Tends to go for medium weight armor. Not full plate, mix of leather and mail.

The Strife of Ostaria | Fire Emblem-Inspired RP [18+]

We really need to resolve this matter of Lord Aseryo because it is slowing everything down.

The Strife of Ostaria | Fire Emblem-Inspired RP [18+]

Clarissa has fallen asleep so I'm waiting for tomorrow to come for my next post.

The Strife of Ostaria | Fire Emblem-Inspired RP [18+]

After finishing her meal, Clarissa was lead to her room by one of the servants of the castle. It was hard to imagine the severity of the drought inside these cozy stone hallways. Back in the north, stone was harder to come by. Much of it was imported and the vast majority of mining that was done often took place during the short summer and spring. Only the really wealthy or powerful could afford homes out of stone, let alone a fort, and many times as a child, she would look up in envy at them. It was no surprised that they were often the first to be raided during food shortages when winter became especially harsh.

Taking off her gear, she laid down on the bed. The food was very good but how long would it last? She was no stranger to hunger. She'd known the sort of hunger that would force one to kill and steal to survive. Those were desperate times.

"Hopefully these lands won't come to that," she wondered aloud. Soon after, she drifted into a dreamless sleep.

[Clarissa has fallen asleep and is waiting for tomorrow]