In the distance, far above the mountains that surrounded the Yordle settlement of Bandle City, a small speck of black could be seen, wisps of black smoke trailing about it's form as it moved across the sky looking like a traveling ball of smoke. It traveled with unnatural speed as it arced toward the yordle city-state, as it moved closer it grew slightly larger now looking more like a horizontal pillar of smoke with streaks of cyan colored light running down the sides.
The large smokey object moved closer and closer to the city, it didn't show any sign that it was hostile, but looked ominous... The smokey form grew in detail as it approached, it now looked like a human made of smoke with great wings spread behind it, beating as though it were trying to beat the devil itself.
Now only a few miles away from Bandle City and its main gates the smokey figure's speed slowed by a significant amount as it slowly came to lower itself to the ground. The great wings looking to furl themselves around the form and solidify a set of black summoner robes with a dark grey trim. As the figure solidified completely into a humanoid form, a flash of cyan could be seen briefly under the hood that now completely obscured his face. The figure stood still, as though waiting for something before simply walking toward the City Gates.
Post by The Swift Scout on Aug 12, 2013 9:56:52 GMT -5
Two guards are stationed at the gate that day, as usual. One is a young fellow named Bertie, who though is very brave in most situations has an overwhelming fear of the undead. The other is a well-aged yordle named Olph. He's been a member of the Ground Forces for longer than many yordles can remember, and as such knows quite a bit about the organization. His one odd quality is his ever-present lack of emotion, but most assume it just comes with the job.
When the shadowy figure first approaches, Bertie immediately takes notice of it and steps closer to his elder partner, nudging him. "Hey... don't that look a little suspicious to you? Smoke like that ain't natural around these parts."
"Eh, what? Looks fine to me. But it's getting close... better keep an eye on it," says the elder yordle, narrowing his eyes slightly. Behind his blank expression, thoughts of concern brew and he prepares his spear.
Bertie attempts to get into a defensive position as well, but his knees quiver ever so slightly as the figure approaches. Getting closer, it seemed more and more likely to be a ghost from the beyond. Suddenly the figure solidifies before his eyes and he's left quaking in his boots, jaw hanging open. Olph, on the other hand, simply stares blankly and scoffs. "Pff... just a flashy entrance. Might as well see what he wants when he gets up here."
Azazel moved toward the city gates, he seemed to almost glide across the ground without touching it. His hood covered most his face, yet the material was thin enough that he could easily see though it. Skin as white as snow was all that was visible, black cracked lips held thin in a line. An unnatural aura of bone piercing cold and despair flowed from the black robed man as he made his way to the gates, his eyes almost seemed to burn through the hood, staring with cyan eyes that looked to gaze right through the younger guardsman. The lips twitched, almost being pulled into a smirk, amused by the fear he saw.
He paused before the guards and remained silent for a moment, even they would recognize summoner robes, but it would be odd for someone to be wearing black summoner robes when most were blue or purple. Azazel spoke, his voice cutting through the air like cold steel, "I wish to have an audience with your mayor..." he waited for their response, expecting the barrage of questions, who was he, what was he, what was his purpose... Patience for the living... They'll all die sooner or later.
Post by The Swift Scout on Aug 12, 2013 19:51:23 GMT -5
Bertie's eyes grow wide with fear upon the realization that the figure is either undead or a genius necromancer. There's no way anything normally living could have skin or eyes like that. He is frozen with fear, unable to even speak as his breaths come out shaky and ears fold back submissively. Olph simply narrows his eyes further and watches and listens silently. When the figure is done speaking he crinkles his nose and forces a cough.
"Jeez, you smell. Better have a pretty good explanation for what you're doing here, and where you're from. Definitely not these parts, that's for sure." states the older yordle.
Azazel pulled back his hood, staring at the older yordle with his cyan eyes his gaze impassive. The undead summoner paused, the smallest hint of a smirk appearing on his lips. This part was always amusing, to see their hatred, "I am here from the Shadow Isles, yordle. A dark summoner-knight defected from the Ruined King's rule." Azazel took a single step forward, the cold aura would wash over the two guards briefly before receding, "I offer my services to Bandle City, I know the isles inside and out. My reasons for defecting are my own."
Olph cuts him off with a swift crack to the jaw using the butt end of his spear. In his mind, if someone had valuable information about the isles, the mayor would want to hear about it. And he probably wouldn't be happy to find out the person was denied entry without question. He calmly resumes his post, Bertie now in too much pain to put up an argument.
"A defect, huh? That's pretty hard to believe. What's your name anyway? And why help Bandle out? Not like we'd do anything important with that information."
"My name, you can call me Azazel and yes, a defect." Azazel stated calmly, he paused and assumed he should elaborate, "After the assault on Demacia, things have only gone down hill for the Isles, I have made it perfectly clear I am no longer one of them. And for that, I will be hunted should they ever find me. Luckily for me... They are occupied by other things at this present point in time."
The undead dark Summoner-knight looked to the scared yordle, his eyes lingering upon the small creature wondering what about caused such fear, were the tales that came from the isles THAT intimidating... "I offer my aid, simply because you are the furthest city-state from the Isles. I give you information on the isles, I am sure your politicians and leaders can see how useful a bargaining chip it would be, should you ever need it. I am sure, after the invasion and the devastation it caused upon Demacia, you would be interested in ways of countering an undead army that never tires, never feels pain and can fight for days on end without stopping."
Post by The Swift Scout on Aug 13, 2013 23:17:03 GMT -5
Olph grumbles faintly, the corners of his lips drooping just enough to make a visible frown. Letting an undead man through the streets of Bandle would be troublesome, but the thought of letting the mayor down continues to push the older guard into thinking Azazel deserves a chance. Just a small one. He sighs, quite unhappily.
"Alright, you can come in. But your body doesn't leave my sight for more than a second, got it? Can't have a zombie wandering the streets. And don't talk to anyone. The less yordles who have to smell that breath the better."
Casually, Olph moves over to Bertie, who had managed to get down into the fetal position. He nudges the other guard with his boot and grumbles, "Come on, get up. You gotta watch the post while I'm gone."
He doesn't bother waiting for his partner to get to his feet, stepping up to a nearby contraption attached to the gatehouse. The contraption looks like a giant wooden lever, only the handle is missing and all that is left is a deep, circular hole. With great strength and skill Olph jams the end up his spear into the hole and yanks downward, his motion turning a large series of gears that quickly raise the wooden gate. A click can be heard as the gate raises to its highest point, and with a grunt the yordle guard removes his spear and lets out a huff of hair. He takes a moment to collect himself before turning his head to Azazel and motioning for the dark summoner to follow.
"You'll find zombies are mindless creatures." He simply stated after it was implied he was one, Azazel simply raised an eyebrow when he saw the guard insert the butt of his spear into the hole. He almost face palmed, what kind of defense is opened from the /outside/ surely they knew better than that.
Azazel simply followed the elder guard, casting a sideways glance at the younger yordle, his cyan eyes looked to almost ignite with cyan energy for the briefest of moments. A twisted game he played to toy with the younger creature. Amused, he simply continued silently, keeping his hood obscuring all his features but the pale jaw and black lips. If the Mayor wasn't a fool and meet with Azazel, then perhaps his time here wouldn't be wasted after all.
Post by The Swift Scout on Aug 15, 2013 8:19:03 GMT -5
As soon as the two pass through the gate, Bertie hesitantly gets to his feet. He doesn't like the idea of some undead monster entering the city, but hopefully he would be as civilized as he says. The young guard moves over to the manual switch and inserts his spear, using all of his strength to push down just enough to unlock the gate's hinges and let it back up smoothly, the gate lowering once again. Bertie will be alone for some time before the remaining guards return from debriefing.
Olph marches on into the city, keeping pace alongside Azazel and holding a very astute air about him. Most yordles paused their daily lives to glance at the strange man for a moment before going back to work, but a few continued to stare. Non-yordles aren't very common around Bandle. The guard leads Azazel down the main street a ways before making a turn, then soon making another turn which leads to the Town Square. Once there the walk the perimeter until they are at the base of the staircase to City Hall. Olph looks up to the undead summoner, still with that nearly blank expression, and narrows his eyes slightly.
"Remember, no funny business, a'ight?"
After a brief pause the guard turns back to the stairs and escorts Azazel inside.
Azazel kept his features obscured by the hood, though, to many someone wearing black summoner robes would no doubt raise questions, one, as to why they were summoner robes and two, why they were black where most were purple or blue. Azazel didn't acknowledge the existence of the other yordles, simply keep his eyes closed as he walked, listening to the signs of life around him almost in disgust. These creatures had no idea how to live, they simply... Didn't die... There was a difference. No doubt the story of how the Isles obliterated Demacia's defenses had spread south to Bandle, even that revolting creature, Poppy had been there. Just the thought of the small blue 'warrior' disgusted Azazel. Never-the-less, he had to strike a deal with these people. Perhaps even gain a tense alliance, that was farfetched. But still possible.
Snapped out of his thoughts by the guard, Azazel simply cast a piercing glance at him and spoke with cold, emotionless certainty, "If I wanted to harm you, I could have torn out your soul." He then turned his attention back to the building they had entered.
In the distance, far above the mountains that surrounded the Yordle settlement of Bandle City, a small speck of black could be seen, wisps of black smoke trailing about it's form as it moved across the sky looking like a traveling ball of smoke. It traveled with unnatural speed as it arced toward the yordle city-state, as it moved closer it grew slightly larger now looking more like a horizontal pillar of smoke with streaks of cyan colored light running down the sides.
Meanwhile, that same day at the Sablestone Mountains:
After a successful hunt, the Master of evil was walking towards his lair while dragging the corpses of a few geeses. Unlike usual, the mage was in good mood, he breathed deeply the air while smiled slightly.
"Ah, i love the smell of death in the morning, It smells like...." then, he sniffed again "... Wait..."
The mage frowned, something was wrong... and wasn't about the fact that he said "morning" instead of "midday", it was something in the air... literally. After sniffing the air a few more times, he said for himself.
"... May be very slight... but this REALLY smells like DEATH!!"
Changing his mood drastically, the eyes of Veigar shone in anger, the only explanation was that someone, who wasn't him, was emanating that "smell". Veigar looked to the sky in order to sense the source of that "smell" and then he saw the black cloud that was going towards Bandle... definitely, it wasn't something normal.
Without thinking twice, the wizard decided to go to the city
Post by The Swift Scout on Aug 15, 2013 23:47:53 GMT -5
"Tch, no wonder outsiders consider us the friendliest city in Valoran. All of our tourists are either bitter or clinically insane..." Olph mutters, though it's quite possible that his companion can hear his words. The guard leads Azazel into City Hall and straight to the front desk, eyeing any yordle officials coldly who would stop to stare. Nellie, the woman behind the front desk, doesn't even bother looking up until Olph rings the small silver bell. When he does so, her eyes immediately move from her papers to the guard, but shortly after travel to his companion. Her eyes widen in shock, though soon her face changes to an expression of uncertainty. There have been many strange visitors in city hall, but this by far took the cake.
"Can I... help yo-"
"Gatekeeper Olph, here, with a summoner looking for the company of mayor Jadefellow. I will be accompanying him into the office, though he has assured me there will be no funny business."
Olph's words cut Nellie short, but after a pause she nods and clears her throat. It was obviously important. "Very well. You've actually come at a time when he is free, luckily, so I will let him know you're coming. You know where his office is, gatekeeper."
The guard gives Nellie a quick salute before motioning Azazel to follow again and heading down the second corridor to their right. As the two leave, Nellie removes her glasses to rub her eyes and scrunch her nose a little before sending the mayor an unsteady message through her microphone.
Azazel followed the guard still ignoring the presence of almost any and all yordles that they crossed paths with, until they came to the receptionist. The black lips would curl into a smirk as he eyed her from beneath the hood, cold eyes piercing through her as though she were nothing more than a worm to be crushed beneath his heel. But he kept his word, not harming her or doing any sort of funny business. He simply followed the guard onward to the mayor's office. He almost face palmed at how easy it was. If he truly wished to harm them, which he had no intention of doing, the mayor would be like a fish in a barrel at this point. Unless he was underestimating the guard before him, which was always a possibility.
Post by Tiny Master of Evil on Aug 16, 2013 17:11:03 GMT -5
That same day, 36 Minutes Azazel entered to the City. City Gates
The master of evil walked towards the gates of the city, there was only one guard there... something strange since the guards are never alone when they are on duty, and was more strange that the guard who is always on duty when he goes to the city, wasnt there... Well, is obvious that Bandle has more than 2 or 3 guards.
When he finally reached the gate, Veigar said to the young guard without even looking at him.
"Where did he went?"
Veigar had no idea who or what was "he", in fact, the wizard was not sure if "he" was a male or female, but Veigar supposed that the guard will understand... after all, the "thing" that entered to Bandle, is not something common.
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