Into the Madness - [Sherwood RPG]

[Dead Sun]

Anyone can come along and take part, but lets not have silliness, just pure gothicness

The day and time had been decided, the action had been assured, but no-one man, between them all, knew of this. On the day of the Winter Solstice, four days before the celebration of the birth of Christ, the Knights of England arrived at the city of Nottingham for the same purpose, though very few had understood how many would actually be coming. None of the men knew why so many warriors had arrived in Nottingham, believing themselves to be on a solo crusade against a force of, what they understood to be, a force of unimaginable terror and animosity.

There that day were these men:

Baron Edward and Edmund York. Edward had been visited by a spectre, late in the night. Give me your hand were its darkened, hateful words which ebbed like scars in Edwards very mind...

Duke Craig McDougal of the North. He had been hounded by terrifying hallucinations constructed by the malignant beast, a creature whom he aimed to slay this very day with the sword of his ancestors...

Robert Henry and his manservant, Salim, were here this day to put to rest the distressing visions they had seen. The song of Robert's mother uttered by a hateful tongue, and the assault of a demon in the light of day...

Sabrina Telkontros. Strange. She was a cave dweller, yet she had been called here this day by her own instincts. She had not been visited by a malignant beast, or seen terrible visions. She had not witnessed anything of the terror that would displaying itself today...

[Mors Vigilia]

Robert Henry frowned impatiently. He had only come here because of Salim's conviction that they should come. Robert had repressed his nightmarish experience as simply that, a nightmare. The wound on his hand had subsided but he felt the scar would stay with him for life. Both he and Salim were on horseback but Robert had had to lead Salim's horse here. Salim was struck by occasional blindness since the event a week before and he swore he could see the shadows of djinn in his milky vision. Today was one of those blind days, thankfully it gave them an excuse to fully cover Salim's head so as not to draw attention to his dark skin.

[Dead Sun]

Within Salims curse stricken blindness were visions. Hazed, but certainly they were visions. He could not speak of what he could see to Robert before; he didn't know why, but each and every time he tried to broach the subject with his friend, he found his tongue ceased to live, and almost fall down his throat. But there they were, the nightmarish visions that attacked him nearly everyday.

It was blackness at one moment. Nothing. Silence surrounded Salim, and the darkness of the abyssful vision almost swallowed his sense of sanity. But, from this darkness, came a flicker of fire. The ember wafted slowly through the windless vision. It landed on something, and within an instant, the vision erupted into a horrible, fiery fury of poetry upon the nightly background.The words spat and cracked as if the fire sat upon wood, but this sudden change was not what terrified Salim, for what he could see were the words of Guythier...

I have sat upon the cliffs of the Inferno,
felt the fire lick my body.
From the crevices of my toes,
to the roots of my hair,
I burned for eternity
in His unholy destruction.
You are taught of shades,
they spread like disease in the caverns
of The Inferno.
Nay... they are not shades...

[Stildawn]

Three men in black robes cantered towards the group... His Grace Johnathan O'Hagan dismounted and passed the reins to one of his followers... As Grandmaster of the Sangreal he had great interest in what they might find...

[Dead Sun]

Three men in black robes cantered towards the group... His Grace Johnathan O'Hagan dismounted and passed the reins to one of his followers... As Grandmaster of the Sangreal he had great interest in what they might find...

Priest Jerome Meriweather approached the group of people, carrying a ornately crafted wooden staff, with a Catholic cross upon the top. He walked slowly towards the group, tucking away the bible he had be reading to pass the time on his journey. He knew little of what the group's intention was, but he assumed it was noble and he was interested in aiding where he could.

After managing to get lost in the forests of England, Alister ends up seeing a rather large group of men and decides to follow them to see what they may find, since to his eye the men looked like nobles of one of the courts of England. He looks around him and notices the forest is far different than the one around his cave.

Edward Clinton-York, wearing his full ceremonial baron's armor, appeared before the group. Behind him were his eighteen-year-old nephew Anthony Genna and two other men, Paul Rocco and Nicholas Berardi. The baron was obviously not his usual self - the jovial man, a Clinton through and through, was now quiet and somber, as if the apparition at his bedside had truly disturbed him to the point that it had changed his personality, albeit temporarily. The four men, each bearing their own weapons, were unaccompanied by professional soldiers; Edward's baronial men were back in Cornwall, under the command of his brother Edmund.

The squawk of a hawk drew the attention of the men present. High it flew, circling... as if it was lost. peculiar sight to see, soon coupled by its quick, some would say sudden, descent. It fell, dead, to the floor, at the feet of a lone little child standing on the path, looking straight at the Knights.

She didn't react to the heavy thumping of the Hawks body landing heavily at her feet. Who was she?

[Watercress]

Priest Jerome Meriweather approached the group of people, carrying a ornately crafted wooden staff, with a Catholic cross upon the top. He walked slowly towards the group, tucking away the bible he had be reading to pass the time on his journey. He knew little of what the group's intention was, but he assumed it was noble and he was interested in aiding where he could.

[Xion]

After managing to get lost in the forests of England, Alister ends up seeing a rather large group of men and decides to follow them to see what they may find, since to his eye the men looked like nobles of one of the courts of England. He looks around him and notices the forest is far different than the one around his cave.

OOC:Sabrina's using her disguise until someone or something reveals her.

[KoS]

Edward Clinton-York, wearing his full ceremonial baron's armor, appeared before the group. Behind him were his eighteen-year-old nephew Anthony Genna and two other men, Paul Rocco and Nicholas Berardi. The baron was obviously not his usual self - the jovial man, a Clinton through and through, was now quiet and somber, as if the apparition at his bedside had truly disturbed him to the point that it had changed his personality, albeit temporarily. The four men, each bearing their own weapons, were unaccompanied by professional soldiers; Edward's baronial men were back in Cornwall, under the command of his brother Edmund.

[Watercress]

Jerome was surprised, as many of his fellows here were. Who was this child?

'Are you lost, my child? The deep recesses of the forest are no place for children, moreso in the dark of this night.'

[Stildawn]

Johnathan let the priest talk to the girl... He was suspicious and looked around him for any oddities... His hand never far from the hilt...

[Xion]

Alister makes sure he's towards the back of the group, moving slowly away from the girl to stand slightly behind the others, and making sure that if the girl was to be some beast, the others would be attacked first, giving him time to escape..but his mind is running multiple scenarios of what a girl and a hawk could mean toghther..possibly a witch and her familiar?

[Mors Vigilia]

Robert Henry began to snooze in his saddle, he did not know these people and their lives were of little concern to him. His immediate thought was of the safety of Salim. The others were keeping to themselves with no apparent desire to mingle and so Robert felt comfortable doing the same.

[Xion]

Alister looks again at the hawk, seeing it lifeless, and the gilr being motionless, reminds him of those rumors he heard of the walking dead, motionless, unfeeling, and deadly..he watches as the priest approaches the girl..

[Nole4694]

Craig, who had arrived unannounced and unseen, moved and shoved the retreating Alister forward back towards the mysterious girl and dead hawke. In an uncharactreistically raspy and weak voice brought about by his lack of sleep and nurisment
'Coward.'

He continued to move along with the stumbling man before stopping next to the priest
'Father, I would not waste your words on her. For too long now I have seen visions of much the same kind of child, and worse, in both my dreams and moments of quiet. If she truly is standing before and not some trick on our minds, then she still is of no earthly origin.'

[Xion]

After being forced closer to the girl, Alister looks at her again, trying to think what type of creature she could be if not human.."Undead...a witch..elf..probably undead..."

[Watercress]

Jerome looked sceptically at the men.

'Your minds play tricks on you, fair sirs. If we can see her, then she is of god's earth, and god's creatures.'

[Mors Vigilia]

An uneasy quiet had been on the group since the girl had appeared. Now a foreign noise peirced that silence, it was Robert Henry laughing:

Look at you men, armed with your weapons, your Gods, your fairytales, your pathetic words and you he pointed to Craig your dreams? And yet you are frightened by a lone girl.

He dismounted and began walking towards the figure, although now he was beginning to doubt himself. In all this time the girl had not moved and he had seen no reason for the Hawk to fall... Yet still he could not now back away after that little show of bravado, slowing a little, he reached the girl.

[Xion]

Alister calmly watches as Robert advances to the girl, but in his mind he pictures Robert being mauled and devoured by the zombie..he speaks first in Hungarian,"Ah, so you men still believe her to be like you, when she is clearly catatonic and unresponding? I'm telling you, she's either an undead or a statue!"
Alister then mutters in English,"She's either a zombie or a statue...but there is something wrong with the forest, you there..near the girl..try touching her, maybe that'll provoke a response?"

[Mors Vigilia]

Robert gave a short reply in very rusty Hungarian:

Touch you all children you see? First action I talk.

Reverting back to English he turned to the girl:

Hello child, are you lost?

[Nole4694]

OOC: We are kinda stuck here since Sun is away at the moment isn't he? Hmmmm, how to prolong this....

Craig grasped Robert's arm and yanked him away from the girl before the man could respond. Putting his mouth close to Robert's ear so only he could hear
'I can see it in your eyes, you have seen horrors aswell. Do not dismiss them here thinking your courage and idiocy will protect you. But if you throw caution to the wind then be warned: you shall regret it.'
Craig released his grip on the man's arm and stepped back, waiting.