Hello people!, for now Ill only need for 4 people to complete this simple form in order to enter the starting rooster of characters.
Name (Actual knight name, nothing like Chucky-bones):
Age:
Gender:
How did he/she get to Cradle?:
"Rise of Knights": A Re-imagining of the forgotten project (ACCEPTING APPS)
Tue, 08/02/2016 - 16:04
Tue, 08/02/2016 - 19:48
#2
I'm a Valkyrie
Name: Serah
Age: 19
Gender: Female
How did he/she get to Cradle?: Via escape pod. What Blazecat said.
Wed, 08/03/2016 - 13:36
#3
Starting post/Prologue
(2 is alright to start, so I think Ill first go with introducing the story and setting of the RP)
Being an archeologyst always was one easy job, back at Isora. Only lending my hand over runes or old bones while screaming victory for discovering what I everytime thought would be the best finding since the use of energy itself, just to get to another small piece of stone or bone and repeat... Not much of a complicated routine, before I was sent aboard the Skylark into what was and I quote "Finding something old but powerful, come back to the home-land as the heroes who vanished the Morai and live under the biggest mansion I could think of". At the time, I was nothing more but your average knight who decided to leave the Spiral Order, as I was a former technician under their cryptology division and just wanted to try and be able to discover what was left of the old world before the wars and modern "Well-being", which was the constant sound of cannons and blasters around where I used to sleep, and the sirens warning about a Morai mortar volley incoming to our own homes.
But at the time I was offered to leave the planet, looking into old rocks to remember more cultural times and actually be part of the story, I without hesitation went to pack and go into the ship. Days at it were always the same, from reading several signals incoming from our home planet to analyzing alien structures left in an asteroid while looking for that needle in the hay stack that could lead us to a new kind of power in the war. One day, we found it.
Floating adrift in space was an old cog, rusty and covered in small holes due to the space debris hitting it hard but still suprisingly in good shape. As we got it inside the ship, I pushed from all the people in order to be the first in the line to see the recovery ships bring it inside the deck. Being fascinated by its complexity, I also was the first one to lift my hand when asked on who wanted to take investigating this new kind of object. And I can admit it was a good decision.
After 1 week of endless decodification and bashing our heads against the desks and terminals in frustration of not being able to get anything, we got a small set of numbers and coordinates from the whole thing, which was our lead for the next stop: "Cradle".
When we warped in and the energy readings instantly spiked, my gaze focused on the monitors at first then the windows as I looked to its massive revealing inner structure... but sadly, it was just a moment before I noticed a beam coming from one of the cracks of the surface as I had to rush to the escape pods. Strangely familiar remembering it back to the days I was on my home-town running from the Morai Fire.
When I arrived at Cradle, the first thing I was told to do was get to the Spiral HQ and meeting point, just to set up a base. Not really having time to look up at the marvel beneath my feet and surface, Ive got there and was told to instantly set up various terminals before getting to work on deducing the rest of the cog... or what was left of it, as the beam fulminated it on pieces, from which few remained...
And to this day, I still look up onto this damn Cog, trying to deduce its secrets. But one day, as routine was still doing its play I was delivered what appeared to be called by one of the recon officials that found the object beneath a Wolvers den a "Talking-glowing small crystal ball". Not really minding much of it to set aside my normal work, I started to work and listen to its so called "Voices", finding out more than what I could think off...
A tale, of what could happen in one future which has terrified me: A future where our story and home land are taken from us, and we are forced to flee to our shelter, a future which we are only set up as an almost extinct race between a war of 2 giant powers... and we rise from its ashes, only to fight our way out of the limbo... A rise of knights
Wed, 08/03/2016 - 13:50
#4
Introduction: "Welcome aboard"
Since the crash landing on Cradle, many years have passed as the former sheltered Knights leave the passing of war aside, and set home on the world they once thought was nothing more than just a danger for themselves. Getting to adopt its culture and knowledge, Isora seemed like nothing more than a legend as they just spoke of it as one safe heaven out in the stars where they came from, a primordial land which was sucumbed to the fire of a cataclysmical event never to be seen again.
The swarm and its plagues long forgotten, as they were sealed down into the core for countless generations by nameless forgotten knights, depicted on statues of old and erotioned plaques by the central square on Haven. Covered in flowers and snipes without any worries as the surface becomes the only visible land and the clockworks just a land to harvest and a wild still to be conquered.
But as history repeats, the darkness erupted again, long lost cries of war coming back with the abominations and piercing pink eyes from the Swarm consuming Haven and its surroundings. The rising of this force forced the planet to its worse point, making it explode as its pieces were nothing more than remains at this time, and all its inhabitants either dead, mad or surviving by the grip of scavenging.
One of the most elder knights, "Graywell", kept onto himself the duty of leading the remaining knights to rebuild and keep what was left of their story, so what happened once in the nameless at this time Morai wouldnt come again. But also he knew, that this darkness had to be stopped again.
While crossing over the remains of an old ancient lab once said to have been owned by Knights, Graywell came by a set of stasis pods connected to a now defunct generator... in which the inside were hovering no one more than the warriors from the nameless statues in the Haven square, kept intact by the old marvels of its machines.
Thinking it was time to make the old legends come back, he transports the pods to a safe location, in order to wake them up after an old sleep... and for them to Rise again
(Now you can post folks!)
Wed, 08/03/2016 - 14:42
#5
Hello Darkness, my Old Friend.
Is this an RP?
By the way that's a nice, dramatic intro you got there.
Wed, 08/03/2016 - 15:46
#6
What it can be
Its an RP at first for now, then ill add some elements for a more RPG like feeling like board-based battles and so on. Starting easy first :3
Wed, 08/03/2016 - 15:57
#7
Rise of Amnesia
Nick tumbled out of the status pod, and he opened his eyes as he felt the coldness cover him.
Whats happening? Where am I? He didn't have time to think, as he was falling and was gonna hit the ground.
He acted by lunging forward. Well... He thought he was going to do a Roll Dive, but he just collided with the floor like a beanbag. "Ugh..." He was having trouble moving.
He looked around for any threats. There was an elderly looking knight near him. "H... Help?"
Wed, 08/03/2016 - 16:50
#8
Stop Snoring, Girly!
The stasis pod at one end of the row opened several seconds after Nick collided with the ground. It hissed quietly as it revealed a young Knight inside, a female. Her luminescent green eyes opened very slowly, not grasping what was happening.
The clamps that held her in tightly released, and after countless years of being restrained, the Knight toppled forward and out of the pod. She didn't make a single sound, she could barely even open her mouth. She felt as weak and helpless as a Wolver cub, and she couldn't register the other Knight next to her, or the elder standing above both of them.
She couldn't think. She felt like she was still dreaming.
Wed, 08/03/2016 - 17:09
#9
Strange meeting, at last
Nostalgia of his young ages came up upon his mind, as for a few seconds several memories of younger and more simplistic days came to mind before the voice of the knight got his attention rising. With a small rush of movements and fragile steps, he forces himself to lend a hand at the Nick as a few grumpy sounding grunts get the best of his already exhausted mood. Not too long before his other arm tries to reach for the other knight and get her at the very best onto knees.
"And from the flesh was casted the stone..." Muttering while still remembering the statues that were once consumed by the swarm back at the main square on Haven, the knight looks up close to Nick as his beard slowly moves with each breath, analytically, as his blue eyes move around giving the living legend a good look
"Welcome back..." A honorable set of words he says in a quiet tone, with a respectful nod
http://pre06.deviantart.net/8679/th/pre/i/2016/067/2/2/spiral_knights__g...
Wed, 08/03/2016 - 19:08
#10
Why that's a lovely moustache you have there.
"...who are you?" Nick was barely able to say. He looks around the room. He remembered who he was; a knight of the Spiral Order. But he didn't have any armor or weapons.
Still numb throughout the body. He didn't wait for a response from the old man. "I can't feel my legs."
I need help, answers! Nick didn't only feel strange from his numbness, but he didn't have any equipment on him. He was used to wearing armor. Ugh. Why? What? Where!?
EDIT: (I KNEW that your elderly knight would be that moustachioed scholar made by Ian McConville!)
Wed, 08/03/2016 - 20:15
#11
Seerusly, WAKE UP!!!
She felt like moving through mud, almost drowning as her lungs had lost the normal feel of the air outside of stasis. She managed to look up finally, staring at Greywell but staring "through" him, as if she couldn't see him at all.
Then all at once, everything came into focus. Color drained back into her vision and the dreaminess of her perception was lost. It was nearly painful to experience, blinding even. She gasped from surprise, being overwhelmed and utterly confused. She opened her mouth to say something, but her throat felt as if it had gotten strep- and she had no idea what to say. All she could do was stare around with wide unblinking eyes.
In...stasis...what was...
Thu, 08/04/2016 - 15:07
#12
Old moustache be muddlin
His slightly incandecent blue eyes looked at the knights, still with his gaze focusing on their stance to fulfill security that they werent harmed at all and in one piece. As he sighs with relief, his only words fill the echo of the room as he speaks on a louder tone aside from their confused whispers
"You are on a safe place, nowhere where darkness can reach us".
And indeed it literally couldnt reach them, as every corner of the room was nothing more than a simple study in what seemed underground ruins, as the rubble entered through one of the windows with candles lighting up everywhere in a sense of comfort and heat.
"These pods... they had you for what I can tell was... much of a long time" Also confused on a sorts by himself, he only looks at them while replying with a securing phrase
"The effect of the stasis will only be momentary... just stay focused and keep onto my voice, you will be fine..."
(Where we are located now: http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/submachine/images/d/da/987_map.png/r... )
Sat, 08/06/2016 - 13:26
#13
(Insert subject here)
As her mind began to wake up, fuzzy images of stepping into the stasis pod she'd just exited cross her consciousness. She was still confused, but random (and somewhat irrelevant) thoughts of personal information clicked to life.
...Serah.
I like warp dust dip.
...Where's Sophie?
My armor? What happened to my Valkyrie set?
Gran Faust. I lost it...in battle?
Swarm...the Swarm! CRAP NO! At this, she began to feel claustrophobic and panicked, but she didn't have enough energy to show much of her fear besides with her wide eyes.
Sun, 08/07/2016 - 18:31
#14
This is awesome.
I'll just be here... Watching y'all roleplay. Because I sorta suck at it*. (Not creepy at all, lol.)
(*And by suck at it I mean I'm alright at it, I just feel out of place when I do it.)
Fri, 08/12/2016 - 11:24
#15
Hello Darkness, my Old Friend.
...
Fri, 08/12/2016 - 16:23
#16
Application
Name: Mikkel
Age: 31
Gender: ♂ (If you can't see unicode for some reason, Male)
How did he/she get to Cradle?: Born and raised on Cradle as a Stranger.
(Because Strangers aren't Knights by nature, You can have me/him show up at a later time.)
Sun, 08/14/2016 - 15:20
#17
application
name:Ruisu Shadosun
Gender: male
Age:19
How did he/she get to Cradle?: via drop pod. (sent in as backup knight, following promotion to defender elite and showing exceptional skills on the battlefield.)
Bio: exclusively trained by the golden team, however getting kicked due to refusing a wider range of weaponry.[using only handguns]
Mon, 08/15/2016 - 03:19
#18
entry to story
Whirring of machinery can clearly be heard. I think to myself. --How'd i get here? My head, UGH!! Wait... THE SWARM! THEY'RE HERE! I MUST BE UNDER THE SLEEP STATUS!-- Although my body aches, i launch forwards with eyes wide open, guns blazing.... Only to realise there is no gun in my hand in addition to the absence of my equipment.
Still believing i must have my shield, i reach to my back and thrust my hand forwards to defend myself... Against the face of an elderly knight! Clashing fist upon his head, i realise what a fool i was.--I've been inside this pod haven't i?-- I quickly start apologising " I'm really sorry! Can you forgive me? Please don't kick me? I thought you were the swarm... I'm such a fool." Despite my attempts to butter him up, i reach a hand forward to help him up, feeling his stern grip against my palm, only to ask, "Wait.... Who are you again?"
Surrre. I'll join since I have nothing better to do.
Name - Nick Grey
Age - 27
Gender - Male
Entry - Escape pod, y'know... Like everyone else?
This application form that you're using looks a little... Incomplete, but okay.