Post by a on Jun 20, 2013 17:33:34 GMT -5
((Just gonna copy and paste for simplicity sake. The conversation started in one thread but I'm just going to move everything so that we can just continue. Open to people who were already interacting with Azazel and Morde, others would have to ask for admittance.))
Meanwhile, outside of the Ruined King's castle...
Once outside he walked along the trail, breathing heavily as anger was swelling inside of him once more. He turned to a large rock alongside the main road, and with a small roar of frustration, he lifted his mace and smashed the rock to bits with his force and strength. "Damn that woman to hell! She's ruined EVERYTHING!" He growled as he hefted the mace onto his shoulder. "If I was in charge... She'd already be walking amongst our ranks with the rest of her people." He said as he continued walking down the road.
Azazel sneered as he was told to leave, "By your command... sire." His form erupts into a pillar of black smoke before it arced toward the door leaving a thin smokey trail behind him, he shot out past Morde, streaks of blue could be seen along the smoke, presumably the fire from his eyes.
Mordekaiser turns away from the road ahead of him to look at him with a glare. He didn't have time for bullshit right now, and this measly undead summoner fell under the category unfortunately. "Go away Azazel. I don't need your pointless statements." He said as he turned back to the road and continued walking, the ground shaking ever so slightly with his grand steps.
He did think his question over. DID he want to rule? It sounded cool and all, but would it be worth the trouble of going through the Legion and possibly the other champions? And even then there could Marabelle and the fact of how the Ruined King was connected to these lands. "I can tell you one thing. We wouldn't have weak-willed mortals being treated as GUESTS in a world they are not worthy of. Not even death would be good for the likes of her." He said, his temper rising again. It seems ever since this Demacian incident he's wanted to punch, shout in anger, and kill stuff.
Outside, as Morde crushed the rock with his mace, Azazel's voice would sound from behind him, "Hmm? You think you could rule?"
Meanwhile, outside of the Ruined King's castle...
Once outside he walked along the trail, breathing heavily as anger was swelling inside of him once more. He turned to a large rock alongside the main road, and with a small roar of frustration, he lifted his mace and smashed the rock to bits with his force and strength. "Damn that woman to hell! She's ruined EVERYTHING!" He growled as he hefted the mace onto his shoulder. "If I was in charge... She'd already be walking amongst our ranks with the rest of her people." He said as he continued walking down the road.
Azazel sneered as he was told to leave, "By your command... sire." His form erupts into a pillar of black smoke before it arced toward the door leaving a thin smokey trail behind him, he shot out past Morde, streaks of blue could be seen along the smoke, presumably the fire from his eyes.
Mordekaiser turns away from the road ahead of him to look at him with a glare. He didn't have time for bullshit right now, and this measly undead summoner fell under the category unfortunately. "Go away Azazel. I don't need your pointless statements." He said as he turned back to the road and continued walking, the ground shaking ever so slightly with his grand steps.
He did think his question over. DID he want to rule? It sounded cool and all, but would it be worth the trouble of going through the Legion and possibly the other champions? And even then there could Marabelle and the fact of how the Ruined King was connected to these lands. "I can tell you one thing. We wouldn't have weak-willed mortals being treated as GUESTS in a world they are not worthy of. Not even death would be good for the likes of her." He said, his temper rising again. It seems ever since this Demacian incident he's wanted to punch, shout in anger, and kill stuff.
Outside, as Morde crushed the rock with his mace, Azazel's voice would sound from behind him, "Hmm? You think you could rule?"
