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[Varee]

Name: Spade, The Shovel Knight!
Crest: Blue spade facing out and two pickaxes crossed under it.
Description:Big and buff guy standing at 6"2'. Short black hair and hairy legs. Long black beard and moustache.
Backstory: Spade was a miner, he was never destined for knighthood. But one day he meet a man in a small cave. He said that he is a prince, running from traitors and if space help him, he will be rewarded. With his strong build and power he wield his pickaxe and escort the man back to his destination. True to his word, the prince knighted him as Spade, the Shovel Knight!
Armaments: His custom-made weaponised shovel, a pick axe and some rope.
Armor: Blue platemail with blue half helmet that let his beard show.
Skills: Mining,Climbing

[Errol]

Please tell me its not first come first served ._.
Timezones + net condition hurt that idea.

Posting sheet later~

It's never first come first served. The deadline for knight applications is in approximately 36 hours from now.

Are we allowed to be Eldridge Knight (not to be confused with wizard)?

You are allowed to dabble in the arts mystical. You are allowed to multiclass into Paladin and smite everything you come across just in case it's evil. You are not allowed to be a wizard in plate mail.

[Errol]

There is quite a commotion among the gathered knights seated at the fabled Round Table, the very symbol of chivalry and royality in this land. Built by a carpenter whose name is lost in legend, designed with the intention to showcase the equality and unity of the King's Finest. But now, the king's chair, gilded with intricate designs, legs and frame reinforced to prevent a collapse due to particularily weighty royalty, and outfitted with the highest and most ornate back rest and very comfy red plush cushioning, is empty. And none dare sit on it.
That is, one knight has tried to sit on it, but was dissuaded by the royal chancellor's death glare. Now all knights are paying the empty chair its proper respect.

There's been no more refreshments since two hours past and just fifteen minutes ago the wine has run out. The situation is dire, and the chancellor, who had been gone for 'preparations' barely returns to stem a drunken mutiny - together with a scraggly man you recognize as the court wizard. The king's right hand raises his voice in exasperation.

"Ahem! Noble sirs, if I..."

A noble dame is very loudly not having any of that.

"Noble sirs and ladies, if you must. Now..."

There is almost silence.

"It warms my heart that this many knights have yet volunteered to go save our king, but you must know one thing - it is ancient tradition that a party of questing knights on a holy mission shall be composed of five. No more, no less. Since your number greatly exceeds that, we will need to fall back on the traditional method of selecting a champion, or champions."

"Poker?"
"Half-naked mud wrestling?"
"Freestyle minstrel contest?"

"No. By goodness, have any of you ever sat at this round table?" The question is, to our poor chancellor, purely rhethoric. "We're going for a game of Fetch The Holy Grail."

There is an awkward silence.

"...how do you play that?" one knight inquires.

"Oh, for the love of... 'tis very simple. In this castle, five shards of the holy grail are hidden. Technically it's playing cards with illustrations of the holy grail on them but never mind the details. Oh, and they emit a quite pleasing radiance that should make them easier to spot - thank our court wizard for that one."
The court wizard tries to smile as naturally as a man in the presence of this many knights seeking evil wizards can.
"Anyway, each knight who can bring me one of the shards passes and shall henceforth be called an Elite Knight, fit to quest for our king."

The chancellor can't help but incorporate a dramatic pause. This time, there is silence.

"Go forth, noble knights!"

There is a great scrambling, leaving behind only two men with very slim hopes for the success of this mission.

Spoiler: Map of the castle (click to show/hide)

(If you posted a sheet - or post a sheet before I do the next update - you're participating.

[Harry Baldman]

"Aha, to quest for the shards is our task! Never fear, Abu Zahir is here! He shall find your shards! Onward, knights!"

Seek the shards! Utilize my sharp eyes and dish-like ears to perceive their radiance! Seek first in the Knights' Quarters, for surely they would never expect us to look there!

[Sarrak]

"Hah! That is an easy task!"

Using his abilities as a tracker, Rogal checks the less crowdy areas of the castle. Beginning with... Hm... Royal bedroom. Yeah.

[IronyOwl]

"Icallnotpigs!" the sole ladyknight blurted out before taking off.

Dash for the armory! There's plenty of armor and such to hide it under!

[Beirus]

To the latrine! It's the perfect place to hide it. Also, I drank too much wine. If not there, check the far tower.

[Playergamer]

"BLOOD AND GLORY! Wait, the holy grail?"

Go searching for a shard!

[Alev]

"Ha! This should be merely moderately hard!"
Seek first in the Wizard Tower, later in the Sparring Room.

[Caellath]

"Beeh. I mean, what was I supposed to be doing?"

Search for a shard. If a specific place is needed, Hall of Roses followed by Far Tower.

[darkpaladin109]

((So, who exactly is in?))

[Playergamer]

((Everyone.))

[IronyOwl]

((Here's the list))

[Varee]

Head for the chapel, where would be more fittinf for holiness than chapel

[Tiruin]

Please tell me its not first come first served ._.
Timezones + net condition hurt that idea.

Posting sheet later~

It's never first come first served. The deadline for knight applications is in approximately 36 hours from now.

((Well, my net killed the deadline timing. Anyway, posting here for posterity :/))

Spoiler: Aryss Alhain (click to show/hide)

CREST: A white wolf, in the orientation/stature of a watching wolf facing westward, in the middle of a diagonal divide of red and bluish-grey. Two Fleur-de-lis of opposite color from their background (matching the opposite diagonal color) lay on the lateral sides of the diagonal.
DESCRIPTION:
Personality - 'Aryn' is known to those who've met her as a timid soul: kindly with a 'peaceful' tone in her voice and demeanor, yet an able and verbose conversationalist which easily breaks any impression of uncouthness or savagery. She is one for philosophy and the great arts of the world, as well as one for the thrill of a challenge and tests of feats, with the latter coming more of a surprise to her colleagues and acquaintances, given her shy attitude.

Appearance - Younger than her real age, of a bit less than average height--Aryn has a light brown complexion with black hair, cut to the neckline, with the latter as well as her face visible only in times of rest and peace. She has deep brown irises and a pointed facial structure.

BACKSTORY: Born to a small yet noble village on the outskirts of the kingdom, Aryn was raised and brought up by a community of farmers, travelers and scholars, to be brief. Tempered by the knowledge coming from a balance of urban and rural life, she was taught how to ride by the local stablemen, and fight by the local guard--the village had no gender disparity or discrimination, yet understood such concepts due to the history of those around them and the stories from travelers and the caravans that followed.

While her early life was more of a frolic of fun and whimsical joy, it was easily tempered by the age of eight as she was introduced to the finer aspects of society--it was the hardest time in her life, back then, yet she grew to accept such ideas more due to how the village elders and her parents advocated the ideology of an open-mind and a sense of duty and worth. It was at an age between fifteen and eighteen that she was picked to join the local patrols and hunting groups, having been noticed due to her knack of talent with her hands and her cheery demeanor, or rather, her bond with the local animals (which was easily explained by her parents as 'She has a knack with the animals, understands them somewhat. Been an animal herself when she was young, oh dear goodness I can tell you the days...').

Of note, there is no record of any significant feat or award of gallantry attributed to her name or her family or her related family, yet her commanding officers and figures of authority complimented greatly her attitude, being noted as an admirable display of a women, or rather an admirable display of 'what this place needs'. This was decidedly referring to her area, which was a usual place for natural disaster and anomalous phenomena and which events had a toll on the local folk.

ARMAMENTS:
> 1x Repeating Crossbow (w/ complementary ammunition) [Customized]
> 1x Pistol Crossbow (w/ complementary ammunition)
> 1x 'Tower' Shield [Rectangular Shield with a tapered top]
> 1x Steel 'Quarterstaff' [Customized in which it seems one edge may be fitted with an attachment, given its structured tip]

ARMOR:
[Medium Armor]
What seems to be a makeshift combination of leather garments and cloth wraps, all these overclothing easily conceal the thin mail of armor beneath, all conforming easily to a figure of a sturdy and healthy soldier, following from neck to boot. A baldric is worn, aiding equipment usage and carry. Distinct patterns of fur mark the hems of her boots and loose clothes, giving insight as to the knight's origin of a wilderness or wild land. Lastly, her armor has several areas with which to wrap or keep various 'foldables' (like her hood) situated near the garment in question. Her helmet seems more like a featureless mask, flat with no expression yet able to cover most of the front and side.

SKILLS: Ambidexterity, Maneuvering, Situational Awareness.