Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jun 16, 2013 5:38:34 GMT -5
23th of May, 22 CLE
With confident steps accompanied by the loud clicking of her heels, Tybresa strode purposefully through the hallways of the Institute of War as the crowds of summoners would part to make way, murmuring greetings and respects as she passed. The Senior Steward would acknowledge each with a curt nod and a kind smile, but she did not break her stride, nor could she afford to - today would mark another important day for both the League of Legends - and Noxus.
The arrival of a prospecting champion always caused a stir of excitement through the Institute, no matter who they were, or which city-state they represented - whether they fought for the good or bad, that ... would be another case entirely.
As for the Senior Steward, it was her duty to greet and guide the emerging champions as they exit the Reflection Chamber after undergoing the Judgement. There were still paperwork waiting to to be processed, accommodations to be granted and whatever inquiries to be addressed. Not to mention, the odds also decreed for Tybresa to be the individual's assigned Steward, which made things ... relatively easier, in the long run. Or so she hoped.
Reaching the main hall, she was greeted with an expected sight - a sea of purple filled the Grand Chamber, with summoners of all shapes and sizes chatting and tittering excitedly. The woman smirked to herself - this was a common occurrence, something she had gotten used to by now.
Tybresa gracefully raised her hands over her head, making the sleeves of her robes slide down and leave her arms bare before she clapped slowly, rhythmically and more importantly - loud enough to silence the crowd and bring their attention upon herself. Countless pairs of eyes of various colors stared at her with unspoken respect, waiting for her to speak. She lowered her arms back to her side, folding her hands neatly in front of herself as she straightened her back and held her head high in a dignified posture. Her voice was warm, but powerful and authoritative - a matronly trait to her person.
Summoners! Today marks an important day, something I am certain you all are aware of. The arrival of a new champion is a joyous event, and the fact that I see such a great reception gathered before my eyes assures my mind that he shall not go unwanting of attention and respect.
However ... she paused suggestively, her blue eyes looking over the entirety of the crowd before she continued. First things first. I feel I should not need to repeat the fact that protocols, regulations and rules must be followed...
A wave of murmurs rose from the summoners, as expected - they all knew too well what the Senior Steward was suggesting. Tybresa stepped aside of the entrance to allow the people within the chamber to leave the room at a steady pace. It took a handful of minutes, which made Tybresa anxious - she did not want the first impression to show how late she was at greeting her champion. As soon as the last person reluctantly left the room, the blonde woman strode within the now-deserted chamber only to stop several feet away from the grand double doors of the Reflection Chamber.
Tybresa would glance at herself, wishing she had a mirror present - she began smoothing whatever creases were present on her robes, brush her fingers through her hair to make it look just-so, with not a single strand of hair hanging anywhere it shouldn't be. After assuring herself her appearance was in pristine condition, she took on the dignified posture of the Senior Steward rather than that of a simple summoner that, underneath all appearances, was as anxious for the doors to part and finally lay her gaze on the champion that everyone has been waiting for ...
His name was simple, yet elegant, something unforgettable, considering the feats and reputation that accompanied said name ...
Tybresa would be waiting for the doors to open in any moment and reveal General Darius - The Hand of Noxus and the newest champion of the League of Legends.
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Jun 24, 2013 3:18:38 GMT -5
The clank of greaves upon marble floor echoed through the Great Hall as Darius strode to the door ahead with purpose. A solid red colored cape flowed behind the warrior with each pronounced step. The flicker of the lamp light did not bounce or reflect off the dull and cruel armor the Hand of Noxus donned. The axe he carries at his side is grasped tightly by the neck. The weapon itself is vicious and heavy, accommodating the brutish appearance of The Hand of Noxus well.
He came to a halt before the ornate door. “The truest opponent lies within.” He silently read. All opponents had their place, no matter how true they were. A gauntleted hand moved to force the door open but it effortlessly glided open of its own accord on touch. A void starred back at him. Darius marched forth into the dark with the intent of putting this opponent beneath his heel, like many a Demacian before.
The darkness was suffocating but was soon replaced by nostalgia as it faded. Darius felt dirty, small. His lip was bruised, bloody and his face felt numb. He was dressed in old, ragged clothing and in one hand he held a dented 2x4 plank of wood that had been stained by another’s blood. The man that he looked down upon was a street vendor, crumpled up in pain and on the ground. His arm twisted in grotesque way. Looking at it made the mind race to what sounds it may have made upon breaking. ’The strong survive.’ Darius reminded himself as he tiredly moved to a burlap sack that had been dropped in a hurry. ’If you can’t stop me from stealing from you then you don’t deserve to sell what I took.’
He turned on heel and began to walk away but soon felt the grip of a calloused hand wrapped around his ankle. Darius coldly looked to the man who had gripped his leg with his remaining good arm and swatted it from the wrist. The vendor screamed as the strike broke both the wood and the grip. Darius darted down the alleyway. He couldn’t afford to be caught; if he was, his brother would starve.
He tiredly brought himself to a hovel in a damp back alley in the City-State. A young black haired youth sat upon a makeshift bed. His arms were wrapped around his mid-drift and he groaned with hunger pains. It must have been a few days since they last ate and the amount they ate wasn’t enough. That would change tonight. Darius pulled a full loaf of bread from the bag and placed it before his brother.
“Draven. I got us some food...”
The young boy’s face lit up, eyes looking to bread. It was gold to him.
“Only bread? Couldn’t you have stolen something…more…fancy?” He mustered the slightest laugh before taking it weakly before digging into it greedily. “So…what happened to your face?”
“Don’t worry about it.” His voice trailed off as he took a seat besides his brother a dug through the bag for something, anything.
“Why do you want to join the League, Darius?”
Darius’ face snapped to attention as he looked towards his brother. His face grew stern as the illusion began to fade around them although his brother remained there.
“Noxus allowed me to rise from these gutters, to rise from petty theft to where I am now. But now she is filled with weakness. It is rotting from within and is slowly dying. So long as I draw breath, I will not allow Noxus to decay any further. Noxus will Rise, Summoner.”
“Why do you want to join the League, Darius?” Draven’s expression grew sterner. Darius grew quiet and then he answered.
“I’m doing this, everything for him. I set an example when we were younger and I continue to. I’ll make Noxus what it’s supposed to be so that we have a place where we can both flourish.”
“How does it feel, exposing your mind?” Draven began to fade away; all began to return to normal. But Darius was left alone in the dark.
“Wrong. Weak.” It was a simple response. Emotion faded away as he grasped his axe. The doors opened and light pierced through the darkness. The Hand of Noxus marched out, no better or worse. His face was once again stoic. His exterior would never betray him.
Darius marched out in a similar manner to how he entered and was greeted by a petite woman. Demacian? She seemed so but something was off. He knew this one, he’d encountered her before. The name didn’t immediately come to mind. He let the grip on his weapon settle as he looked at her, trying to remember the name of the pretty face before him.
“I remember you, Summoner.” It wasn’t cold or warm, but it was matter of fact. "Tybresa. Was it?”
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jun 25, 2013 12:37:35 GMT -5
The great double doors began to shudder and groan underneath the weight as they slowly parted and bared its void contents towards the Senior Steward that was patiently awaiting for the champion to finally appear, ready to greet him with the best posture, demeanor and smile she could muster.
Heavy footsteps could be heard walking towards her - befitting for the ground to shake before such an important general, is it not? She told herself. She could feel her heart brim with a little bit of noxian pride as, finally, the General revealed himself, clad in dark grey armor, the only drop of color represented by the blood-red cloak flowing behind him though it was barely distinguishable behind his tall, bulky form.
However, letting her blue eyes take in his visage, she felt herself freeze as a small shock of remembrance flashed at the back of her mind.
She knew this man. She met him before, four years ago ... The meeting was hard to forget, and his appearance even more so. The scar across his eye seemed to stand out even more so in the light cast by the lamps, and the white streak seemed to have spread further into his cropped, raven-black hair. But otherwise ...
She swallowed dryly, and with it, her surprise, as she quickly reacted to remark - she curtsied respectfully before the General as she spoke in a collected, amiable voice.
Greetings and salutations to you, General Darius of Noxus ... and now, champion of the League.
She straightened her posture and smiled warmly at him, nodding her head.
Indeed, I am. Tybresa ... Cassalantar, at your service, General. I am surprised you remember me - it has been ... quite a while, has it not?
She paused for a moment as she desperately recalled bits of information from their first meeting - it had been such an odd meeting, and it was like a cruel twist of fate that she would meet him once again, here ... and this time, serving as his Steward.
Fate was twisted, indeed.
Her expression brightened up for a moment as she recalled something and prayed that her memory served her well.
Is your brother faring well ...? she asked politely as she would step beside him, aiming to make small chat as she would guide him through the Institute of War, and finally to her office.
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Jul 1, 2013 5:34:44 GMT -5
A silent stony gaze fell upon her; Tybresa was glass. His silence however was quickly broken with a retort. “Yes. I have no doubts he will be entering these halls in the coming weeks as well.” Draven did like to follow his brother’s footsteps, to an extent. He’d paved the way for Draven to satisfy his own ego and perhaps a way for him to further satisfy Noxus.
“Four years ago. I remember your face. It was during one of Draven’s executions.” He recalled thinking the same thing as before about her current appearance. “Our time was brief, but I do tend to remember anything I believe stands out. “ His gaze turned to the hall ahead. “Guide me Miss Cassalantar; I want to know what our relationship will detail as well as an overview of these grounds. If that is not too much to ask of you.”
He briefly wondered why she hesitated upon her own name. Of all things, it stood out the most. Her nervousness had washed away easier than fresh blood on his axe. In the end, it was irrelevant to the situation at hand. It mattered little to him what she choose to go by though the name rang a bell he could not recognize.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jul 2, 2013 7:50:55 GMT -5
Tybresa would take one step down the stairs as she would listen to the General's answer, nodding curtly and smiling softly. She wasn't too sure how to feel about the situation - it seemed surreal, if not comical, having met the man that would later become a champion and under her care, as well. Four years ago, if anyone would've told her of what would happen, she would've smiled mysteriously and answered with a shrug.
She turned to look at him as he proceeded to recall a vague description of their meeting. She smiled warmly at him as she spoke. Indeed so, General - I remember it, as well. But, of course - best we focus on the matters at hand, yes? She would extend her hand towards the entrance once again. If you would follow me, I will do my best to explain the situation here at the Institute of War, as well what it means to be a champion - from an official point of view, of course.
She would turn to walk through the empty hall at a brisk pace, only to stop at the door frame and glance back, making certain the General would follow her before she would continue at a slower pace as she spoke.
Allow me to welcome you to the Institute of War, General Darius - the head quarters of the League, the heart of the Council of Equity and the house of all its Legends and summoners. It is a large structure, you can imagine - it provides all kinds of facilities, from meeting rooms, to staff offices, dormitories for summoners and private suites for champions, a cafeteria, several archives and libraries ... She chuckled softly. And, of course - the fabled summoning chambers, as well as the Council Meeting Room.
I am fortunate enough to know the hallways well enough as not to get lost ... even with a map, it can be a bit complicated to navigate around, especially at the start. But I am sure you will learn it well - all in due time.
As she spoke, Tybresa would take several turns and go through some barely-populated hallways, the summoners that happened to find themselves there quickly reacting to their presences by bowing their heads and muttering greetings to the Steward. She answered them with a dainty wave of her hand and a small smile, but otherwise kept her focus on her champion.
There will always be summoners scattered around these hallways - should you require a guide, do not hesitate to ask for assistance. Though I suggest you keep your eye out for the summoners with a special crest on them ...
Taking another turn, they arrived at a seemingly empty hallway - Tybresa had a special route for the freshly-inducted champions as to avoid the commotion of the crowd of summoners. It was best to explain everything before they are let around to the mercy of the 'jungle' .... and the maze-like structure of the Institute.
She stopped in her tracks, however, to fully face Darius - she would straighten her posture and bring one hand to gesture at her chest. Embroided on the heavy purple cloth of her robes was an elegant black crest that represented the Steward Council, the very organization she was head of.
"The summoners that wear this crest belong to a special division and hierarchy within the Institute." She paused as she raised her chin, brimming with pride as brought both her hands to her side to gesture at the black choker at her neck, the single purple gem glowing brilliantly for one moment.
"We are the Stewards. We, too, are summoners - the very best the Institute has to offer, in fact. Our council has been tasked with a far greater task than that of monitoring matches or participating - we are the overseers and caretakers of the Institute of War. We are role models for the freshly-fledged summoners and devoted friends to the champions. We make sure that everything goes smoothly within our halls - whatever that might entail. Whether it is addressing the public, mail delivery, filing paperwork or checking and fulfilling Champion requests, then you can call on us."
She would bow her head respectfully. "I am the Senior Steward and amongst those duties, I also oversee that the Council obeys not only the rules of the Institute of War, but that the Code of the Stewards is respected." She raised her head, her blue gaze meeting his. "Our motto is 'Forever serving - never faltering.'"
She swallowed dryly for one moment before she would gesture with her hand to proceed further down the hallway at a steady pace.
"There are only nine Stewards in active duty - for every ten champions that are actively within the League, there is a steward. Each and every champion have a designated steward, on which they can always rely on whenever they require anything ... assistance, guidance, understanding or an advocate to speak in your name. Your Steward is your representative within the ranks of the summoners."
She smiled warmly. And it just so happens, General, that I am your designated Steward.
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Jul 9, 2013 15:39:14 GMT -5
She took the lead and The Hand of Noxus followd her brisk pace which ultimately slowed. Darius had no trouble keeping up with the woman, despite her worry. Each turn did not deter him as he took notice of the path they took. Summoners seemed to show respect, moving out of their way and bowing, greeting, but not to Darius.
“Crest?” Darius inquired. Was it to signify rank? She stopped, turned and then explained. She bowed as well and continued, although nervously. Darius was a harsh critique; he rarely expressed emotion and was blunt, although honest. He once again followed the clicking of her heels with an opinion mostly formed.
“You appear to be a dutiful woman.” She didn’t allow herself to be intimidated, like last time he met her; she seemed to have a spine. “Who else are you stewarding to?” Did she handle most of the Noxian champions or did she have a variety that answered to her?
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jul 10, 2013 15:40:36 GMT -5
Tybresa would continue walking at a casual pace as Darius would speak out, before she would chuckle softly and smile mysteriously at the General. Thank you - it requires a great deal of tenacity to become a Steward, never you mind the Senior Steward. Not to mention other qualities ... like adaptability, patience, insight, determination, drive ... as well as whatever talents each individual has to offer the League and its Council.
As for your question - yes, just like the rest of the stewards, I too, oversee ten champions ... officially. As the Senior Steward, however, it is not uncommon that I find myself working for champions that are not mine to oversee - after all, my services are open for all the denizens of the Institute ... and I am more than happy to serve. I happen to personally steward Lady DuCouteau and the Master Tactician, at the moment. She smiled. I'll assume those you were interested into - though I also count some Piltovians and demacians in my current list. It is prone to change, with each joining champion - not to mention, each has the right to request for another Steward should they not be pleased with the currently-assigned one. It is ... a bit hard, to try mix and match people together and hope for the best outcome. I, for one, hope that you and I will work and cooperate with each other just perfectly and without hardships.
Steward and General would reach the main intersection where the main districts of the Institute of War would connect with each other in a common point. Tybresa would stop at the corner as her blue eyes would look over the crowds of summoners walking to and fro, each with their own purpose. She smiled softly and looked at Darius, lightly gesturing with her hand towards them.
You will notice that the Institute of War is permanently in a state of bustle - each individual here have their own role to fulfill, partaking in the maintenance of peace and balance of not only the League ... but also paving a brighter, hopeful future for Valoran.
She would sigh and turn her gaze to stare in the distance, a wistful expression on her features. Of course, the greatest part of that burden lies on the shoulders of the champions - while many, if not all, have joined the League for various, perhaps ... selfish reasons, it goes without saying that they become role models of our society. Each action they make, each word they say ... it may end up tipping the balance, if done so recklessly. Becoming a Legend may seem like a great opportunity ... but it has its share of responsibility.
She would cast her gaze downward for one moment, breathing in softly as she would pause, seemingly pondering her speech. She would then gaze at Darius, her blue eyes meeting his as she smiled encouragingly.
I am certain you will do well, General. As both champion of Noxus - and Legend.
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Jul 20, 2013 19:47:16 GMT -5
The Institute itself could have passed for a City-State of its own though it was sometimes hard to tell one summoner from another. They reminded him of the uniformity of the army back home, though things were far more unorganized here.
"I'm pleased to hear that." So she handled Jericho and Katarina. He had no doubts she'd be handeling his brother when he inevitably came here as well. "I expect you to give my brother the same treatment as I when the time comes." A confident grin surfaced as they continued their journey.
"Responsibility and duty brought me here, I'd expect no less Senior Steward. I will do well. What else do we need to cover?"
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jul 22, 2013 5:02:07 GMT -5
Tybresa blinked her eyes before she would look at Darius with a curious expression. Do you believe he will join the League, as well…? She paused momentarily, seemingly thinking through the possibility, before she smiled softly. Aah … how silly of me to ask that – of course he would. Brothers stick together, do they not? She chuckled softly. Of course, General Darius – have you no fear. As soon as he would stride through these hallways for the first time, I will be there to accompany and guide him. And he will be treated with every ounce of respect he will deserve - and even more so.
She would raise her hand to gesture continue walking, finally entering the spotlight of focus of all the summoners passing through the hallway – many of them stopped from their paths to turn their heads and look at the two, though this time, more in awe at the General. The crowd would part, letting them pass unhindered – few would salute the Senior Steward and many bowed their heads respectfully to the both of them. A wave of murmurs circulated from the back.
That is the new champion…?
Must be, look, the Senior Steward!
That axe looks … devastating…
Tybresa would walk at a brisker pace than before, curtly nodding to acknowledge the greetings she received, but otherwise paid no heed to the summoners – she still had her duty to fulfill. She would occasionally glance towards Darius from the corner of her eye, making sure he, too, would keep pace in order to escape the constraints of the ever-watchful gaze of the people.
They would reach a surprisingly … empty hallway, in all senses of the word – nobody else was present but them and there was no door that showed any signs of dallying in this specific hallway, other than to quickly arrive at the center of the Institute – the Heart. Tybresa slowed down her stride, resuming the conversation. Of course, General. There is but the technicalities left to settle, I fear - nothing too boring, I assure you. She chuckled amiably. A quick check on your personal files so you may confirm the information before it is archived and at the perusal of the summoners that have access and wish to research your person; a discussion regarding the quarters granted to you by the Council of Equity, here at the Institute as well as … various little things, like questions, if you have them. She nodded her head before she stopped walking – when one would have believed this hallway was of little note, a barely-noticeable door seemed to appear in sight with a shiny brass plaque fixed on it, the words ‘SENIOR STEWARD’S OFFICE’ darkly inscribed within. Tybresa walked to it and placed her hand on its surface, the purple gem at her neck glowing softly as she triggered the locking mechanism, making the knob of the door gradually appear out of nowhere. With that done, she turned to look at Darius and smiled.
And here we are. This is where you would always be expected to find me if you require my presence, champion. I reckon it is one of the easiest locations to find here, at the Institute of War. She turned to look towards the other end of the hallway where a soft, faint blue glow seemed to emanate from within. Keep going forward, and you will reach the Heart of the Institute of War – the center. At some point or another, all the hallways connect towards it. There, the Council of Equity hold their own personal offices as well as the Main Council Room … and, of course, the largest Nexus Crystal the League has to offer. If you so wish, I could give you a tour to better familiarize yourself with the structure ... but only when our business is laid to rest. She smiled. I am certain that, as soon as you see it, you will understand why it is called the ‘Heart’ of the Institute.
She turned towards the entrance of her offices once again, turning the knob and swinging the door open to reveal a spacey, peach-colored office – from where Darius would stand, the only noticeable features was the cherry wood desk laid at the back of the room, with two large, high-backed chairs symmetrically placed before it and a smaller stool placed in-between them - presumable for the yordles. A sweet scent of perfume seemed to blow out of the chamber as a result of the open airways making the breeze circulate in-between. Tybresa would stand beside the doorway, extending her arm towards the room in an inviting gesture.
By all means – enter and … make yourself comfortable in my office.
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Aug 4, 2013 14:14:42 GMT -5
Darius mentally repeated it and seemed to be lost in those words before he was harshly pulled back to reality by the thought of Draven going through this judgement process and what he would endure. More horrifying was the thought of Draven strutting through these halls, where she would be leading it would likely be him leading, and proceeding to make a grand full of himself. Boasting, yelling and his antics. The mighty Hand of Noxus refused to shudder.
"...Keep him in line will you?" Darius perhaps half-jokingly requested though it could easily be taken as serious. They passed others who seemed to bow in their presence. Darius paid them no heed but he could not help but here the gossip. The axe was devastating but so was its wielder. When they reached their destination he mentally sighed at thought of having to work through the tedious thing they called paper work. It was important to verify but it was an enemy he could not often tackle with his axe.
Darius took a seat and let his axe recline against the side of the chair he'd commandeered. "Very well. Whenever you wish to begin we shall."
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Aug 17, 2013 2:10:49 GMT -5
Tybresa let out a soft chuckle escape from her throat at the General’s remark about his brother – she certainly could understand why he mentioned it. She vaguely remembered the people chanting his name and how he seemed to control the crowd with his … flair for dramatic antics.
“Have no fear, General.” She smiled to herself, hoping that Darius would not see the hint of smugness in it. “There’s a reason this place hasn’t burned down yet.”
As soon as the champion entered her office and settled himself on one of the chairs set before her desk, Tybresa carefully closed the door before walking to side of her desk, bringing one hand to slide across its surface …
Before she turned to look at him, her eyes widened slightly – it seems like she had suddenly remembered something. “Oh! My apologies. I am a most disgraceful host. I do not suppose I can offer you anything to drink? I imagine you must have gone through quite the ordeal inside the Reflection Chamber …”
She spun on her heels and walked over to the cupboard, opening the door to reveal a cabinet with various labeled bottles and several clear glasses. She would take a glass and a bottle of water before uncorking it and pouring its contents in the container with a steady hand while she spoke.
“The summoners that have overseen your Judgement will put the experience on paper. I am expecting it later today so it may be added to your personal records here, at the Institute. But you should not worry – it will not be for public eye. It will be kept in the War Room Vault and will require a special access which only I – or my superiors, of course – can grant. It is a necessary precaution, I fear, but at least I can guarantee that your privacy will be protected.”
After the glass was filled, she placed the bottle on the top of the cupboard next to the plate of sweets and closed its door with a light push of her foot. The Steward then placed the glass of water on her desk in front of Darius before, finally, she seated herself down.
Silently, she began shuffling through the paperwork set on the table’s surface, picking out each folder and skimming through its contents before placing the ones she did not need to her right side. She hummed out thoughtfully as she knit her eyebrows together, conveying the state of concentration she dedicated to her search – until, finally, her features relaxed as she found the folder she was looking for and centered it on the desk’s surface before flicking it open.
“And here it is – your personal folders, General.” She said cheerfully as she picked up the royal blue quill that was resting in its ink well, lightly tapping its tip against the glass vial’s edge to get rid of the excess ink. “Basically, what I will do is give it one last read and you will have to confirm that what is written here is not only accurate, but also what you want it to say. It sounds simple enough, does it not? As soon as we are done with it, I will give you a run-down about the most important policies at the Institute of War that have to respected. I feel I should mention that champions may have many privileges here at the Institute, but they are not overly pampered – punishments will be given should a severe breach of protocol happen.”
She tilted her head slightly as she smiled warmly, her blue eyes meeting his. “And after that, I will show you to your personal quarters that the Council of Equity has granted you here at the Institute of War.”
She ceased speaking, but the Steward was looking at the champion with an expectant look, waiting for him to speak his own mind on their plan of action before she would proceed.
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Aug 29, 2013 4:54:57 GMT -5
“Burned down. No. I worry about him possibly turning this so called “League of Legends” into some sort of “League of Draven” or something as ridiculous.” Darius commented as he watched her eyes suddenly bulge. Upon the mention of the reflection chamber he lost his train of thought; what had been a quick thought of why she thought it was rude to not offer a drink quickly turned back to his younger brother and his roots.
He watched as she diligently fetched a few glasses and what seemed to be water. His brow furrowed with frustration, it figured they would record it. “Bah.” He snorted. “They would tear from my mind and put it on paper.” Maybe he could assume most would be that way. The glass presented to him was grasped in a strong hand and he drank from it, the cold liquid was at least refreshing and helped wash away the brief anger he felt in his reflection of the experience.
From what he understood, he could get away with most on these grounds without punishment so long as he didn’t do anything beyond maiming someone. But perhaps that was just an exaggeration right?
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Sept 10, 2013 3:57:28 GMT -5
At the General's comments, all Tybresa did was to sigh. Judging from her expression, it did not seem like she was fully approving of the entire Reflection Chamber protocol, but alas ...there was not much she could do other than offer assurance that it would be undisclosed.
She nodded her head as she smiled warmly. "Very well ... champion."
The woman would run her gaze across the paper once more, reading the information as she selected and organized the subjects that needed to be discussed in her mind. "I feel I should let you know that you will be classified mainly as a fighter." She began slowly and thoughtfully, not making eye contact. "Makes sense, of course, considering your abilities ... secondarily, you would be what we call around here a 'tank', which is basically being considered a bulwark for your team. The front-line charger and ... what not." She shrugged her shoulders lightly as she smiled, raising her gaze for a moment to look at Darius. "There are some terms and strategies we summoners have that will come to you as time passes whilst being a champion here, at the Institute. Of course, if you ever have questions about them, feel free to ask."
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Sept 16, 2013 23:41:17 GMT -5
Champion...
It was another title to add to his list.
"What do you mean classifications? Is this going to do anything on the actual field or is this just summoner talk and banter?"
Darius seemed a bit curious, strategies? Would he really be forced to go by any strategy? Fighting on the front line was what he expected, there would be no reason for him to not be there. Darius was going to be in for quite the surprise in these coming days as he became acquainted with the summoners of the institute of war.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Nov 9, 2013 8:33:50 GMT -5
"The only official use these labels have is for organization of the champion roster and better understanding of the possible strategical implications it might have on the Fields, General." Tybresa immediately answered, not losing a single moment to even thing it through. "You must keep in mind, that for all its uses, the matches also require a degree of skill not only from the champions fighting on the Field, but also from the summoners that aid them on the battlefield. It is, after all, supposed to be a show of capabilities from both sides - it is the best that is proclaimed the victor, of course, with the proof being the capitulation of the objective - which will be the Nexus Structure."
"Of course, there are plenty to be said about these things, with varying degrees of perspectives and opinions - I am certain that with time, you will become familiarized with these concepts, but for now, this would be the basics you need to know to start off on the right foot." The woman paused for a moment, her eyes running over the sheet of paper she was looking over only to let it fall to the side and pick the following. "These are ... statistics, which are nothing of interest to you, for the moment being. Moving on ... I suppose you will want to be known under the title of 'Hand of Noxus', correct?"
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