The gravedigger walked through the doors of the institute, ghouls surrounded him as he did. Summoners looked at him then hurried away from him as his ghouls began moving towards them if they got too close. He had heard of the League of Legends and had decided to come here to make sure that the name Yorick Mori was remembered, and perhaps learn something about his past he once had, but now had forgotten.
His uneven steps could be heard through out the hall as the summoners that walked that way either backed of or silently hurried away. A smirk had appeared on his face, "Pitty mortals, always so afraid of death." He thought and continued his march through the hall. His ghouls flew around him, the three he had brought with him inside the institute was, the Omen of Famine, Pestilence and War. The three ghouls that had survived the longest since he had summoned them would aid him on the "Fields of Justice".
Yorick did not care about what the others fought for, all he cared for at the moment was remembrance and if possible, his memories to return. Words began to spread around the crowds that slowly followed the Gravedigger, rumors that an actual resident of the Shadow Isles had been sighted on the institute grounds, walking around freely!
When he approached the reflection chamber the group of summoners stopped behind him, could he be.. he couldn't be a new champion. He tightened the grip on his shovel, temptation to release the ghouls on the summoners was unbearable, but he resisted the urge to kill and enslave them all. No, he was here with peaceful intentions. He pushed open the doors and entered the reflection chamber, the doors closed behind him and the room went dark.
After the Judgement
The gravedigger pushed up the doors and was bathed in the light of the institute, getting blinded briefly he covered his eyes with his arm until his eyes had adapted to the change of light. He stood outside the reflection chamber, waiting. He waited for someone he had never seen before, he knew not who this person was or if it was man or a woman he was going to speak to. But they requested information about the Shadow Isles, in formation only he had. From the shadows behind him the three ghouls from before emerged and circled around him.
Yorick was usually a patient man, due to his possibly eternal life, but for some reason he was feeling a bit stressed out, he didn't know why. But he began to become agitated that the summoner took so long for him to arrive.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Nov 9, 2013 8:16:18 GMT -5
The commotion that was stirred with the newly-arrived ... individual had quickly reached the Senior Steward's ears, the woman quickly striding through the maze-like hallways of the Institute of War as she made her way towards the Reflection Chamber. There was still a crowd lingering around, murmurs expressing concern and worry filling the air, only to be replaced with confused hope as they turned their heads to look at her.
"The Senior Steward is here - finally." "What is it she can do at this point, though?" "Are we really going to have a new champion enter...?" These and various other words and whispers filled the air as the summoners parted, allowing the Senior Steward to pass, going up the small staircase and stop before the closed double doors that defined the Reflection Chamber - or at least, the exit out of the Reflection Chamber, through which all newly-induced champions were expected to emerge.
Tybresa could still feel her heart beat frantically in her chest from her hurry, panting shallowly as she searched for whatever signs of breach in the magical securities and wards the Institute provided. She was at a loss - she was not sure how she was supposed to interpret this entire situation and the arrival of an unexpected champion?
Despite her confusion, she tried her best to get a grip on the situation - first things first, Tybresa, she encouraged herself in her thoughts as she turned to look at the summoners below, slowly advancing towards them as she opened her arms to gesture them out of the encompassing, her voice filling the air with an authority that begged no question.
"Out, out, out - evacuate the vicinity, please! Return to your duties - and leave me to mine."
The summoners had no choice but to obey, turning to leave and occasionally throw a doubtful look back at the Senior Steward, obviously questioning her judgement ... but in the end, this was out of their powery. All they could do now was to wait and see how the situation would resolve itself.
As soon as the last summoner left the chamber, Tybresa let out a sigh and placed her hands on her hips as she still stood vigil over the entrance, making sure there would be no one around to enter back and stand witness to what might happen. She let out a small breath of surprise, however, when she heard the doors of the Reflection Chamber shudder and groan as they parted, indubitably revealing the new Champion. She spun on her heels, causing the golden-trimmed skirts of her Steward-Robes to flourish around her like a whirlwind, swallowing dryly as she felt her anxiety froth in the pit of her stomach -she was unsure how she was supposed to act or think, whether to be as welcoming as she always was with each newly-induced Champion or begin questioning the person ... about everything, really.
She breathed in, cleared her throat and straightened up, banishing back all the doubt and uneasiness she had in favor of a confident and competent posture, holding her chin up high in dignity - she had to act as the Senior Steward now, and she had to look the part, as well. The fair-haired woman went up the stairs, the clicking of her heels against the stone floor announcing her presence in case she had somehow gone unnoticed before. As soon as she was at the very top of the stairs, she stopped, maintaining a healthy distance between herself and the ... man (?) before her, the faint scent of freshly-tilled soil and decay tickling her senses which inadvertently made her softly crinkle her nose.
She regarded him attentively for several moments, studying him as much as she could in the small time frame she had been allocated before she acted, curtsying before the Grave Keeper with a regal flourish as she spoke, her tone polite yet distant.
"Greetings, good day and welcome to the Institute of War. I am the Senior Steward-Summoner of this respectable organization - might I know your name?"
The clicking of heels caught Yorick's attention before he heard her voice, the Gravedigger turned his head and looked at the Senior Steward. Her outfit looked just like the other summoners, yet it was a bit different at the same time. The Gravedigger grasped his shovel, "My name? My name is Yorick Mori, who might you be?" The Gravedigger replied and asked her. The ghouls moved around him, never moving their gaze from the steward.
"I assume you are the one I am to speak with, you look... Different from the others, Senior Steward." He said and began to limp closer to her. Stopping about two meters away from her he put down the blade of the shovel against the cold hard floor and looked up at her, waiting for an answer.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Nov 12, 2013 16:04:37 GMT -5
When the Gravedigger spoke out his name, Tybresa promptly curtsied once more - for politeness sake. "Yorick Mori." She repeated his name with a mildly-noticeable accent of a noblewoman. "My name is Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar." She answered his question as she straightened back to her usual posture, only to flinch mildly as she noticed the ghouls seemingly swarming about him. Even though she had an expression that was pleasant to look at, one that did not show she was put off by his appearance, it was easy to tell the way her eyes nervously flitted to and fro that she was mildly uncomfortable by the circumstances - the young woman had recently resumed her duties as a Senior Steward after suffering terrible trauma and ... even though she claimed she recovered, there was still traces of skittishness in her gestures, the way her fingers fidgeted as she held them folded before her.
And then the way she warily took a small step back when he walked towards her, looking like she was on the point to flee away like a startled doe, though she remarkably held her ground, swallowing down the anxiety that would have made her act out like such a fool in front of the Gravedigger. Now that the distance grew smaller, she could take in account the details she could not see from afar - his ragged and patched clothing that revealed a sickly, green-blue tone as well as well-developed muscles that seemed to ripple out of the weathered and battered skin. The shovel looked like it saw far better days before, but the tarnished spade had an interesting design seemingly carved into it - it was only later she realized the letter 'M', perhaps standing for the family of Mori?
Tybresa caught herself staring, which only made her even more anxious - her eyes quickly snapped to his face, realizing the height difference between them was considerable, what with him being apparently hunch-backed. Nevertheless, she tried her best to politely look into his golden orbs without actually staring into them, swallowing back her anxiety once more.
"Yes, I am." Her voice rang out calmly and collected, surprising herself with just how well she could maintain the appearance of confidence when she felt everything else but that. "As the Senior Steward, I am something more than just a mere summoner. I oversee the administrative tasks this respectable institution has to offer, as well as act as a representative for the Council of Equity towards all ... newly-admitted champions ... which I assume is why you are here, in the first place?" She asked, her eyes suggestively darting to look back at the now-closed doors of the Reflection Chamber.
The Senior Steward's behavior seemed a bit odd to Yorick, he hadn't expected to speak with someone so.... Nervous or easily scared. It amused him slightly. Her voice had changed a bit from when she first spoke, it was calm, but the Gravedigger knew she still was cautious about him. Good.
"You are correct, Senior Steward. I am one of your... 'Champions' now. But that is not why I came here, and why I came here is none of your business. No, that is for your superiors only." He retorted and looked up at her before looking around them for a moment then back at her.
"The one in the chamber wanted to know things about the Shadow Isles, I will answer the questions you ask, but not in this place. These are secrets that if leaked, you will join us, whether you like it or not." He said and raised his shovel from the ground and placed his hand on the shaft, seemingly ready to leave to a location where they could speak uninterrupted and away from any others that could hear them.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Nov 30, 2013 3:54:58 GMT -5
The Gravedigger's response made her narrow her eyes ever-so-slightly - with her superiors? The Council of Equity? But in order to receive an audience with the High Councilors, one would have to petition her first ...
"W-with all due respect, Grave Digger ..." Tybresa allowed herself a moment to clear her throat and banish the shakiness of her voice from emerging. "But in order to receive an audience with the Council of Equity, some ... protocols need to be taken in consideration, first. And those are usually settled with me, for I am the Council's Right Hand within the Institute of War."
"But I understand your request and I would be more than happy to oblige." She half-turned her body, gesturing with an elegant flourish of her hand down the stairs. "I do believe the privacy my office offers will be more than suitable. If you would be so kind as to follow me ...?"
She did not wait for a reaction, for she went down the small staircase first and a couple of steps forward before she turned to watch the Gravedigger and see whether he would comply.
The Gravedigger looked up at the Steward as she spoke, he listened to her words. Bah, if they knew how privileged they were with him there they'd give him an 'audience' the second he walked in.
But he knew that if he wanted things from them, he'd have to play with their rules. He sighed as the Steward continued to ramble about things until she mentioned him following her. Yorick lift up the Shovel and walked behind her, albeit a bit slower due to his leg. The ghouls followed behind him closely as he followed her. The stairs proved a challenge to him and slowed down him further. "Damn stairs. Slow her down, but do not hurt her. Just stop her."
He spoke to the slightly decomposing looking ghoul. It nodded and flew ahead of him, when it got close enough it saw that she was already standing still. It tilted it's head and waited for the Gravedigger to catch up.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Jan 5, 2014 12:13:43 GMT -5
The woman blinked her eyes once as she simply watched and followed the Gravedigger's clumsy and slow movements down the stairs, only to shift slightly as she noticed the ... thing that accompanied him to speed up in her direction. She swallowed dryly and instinctively prepared her hand gesture for a spell - surely he would not attack her, would he? Right on the Institute bounds? That would be ... a heavy offense, for someone who had just recently joined the ranks of the champions.
Still, she was implacable in her decision -not- to react first, not without being provoked ... and she was glad she did not, for the rotting, disfigured creature simply ... hovered around her. Tybresa leaned back a little, if only to lessen the unbearable stench that reached her nostrils, while she kept her eyes open to study it. She found nothing worthwhile save for the horrendous and nightmare inducing appearance ... as well as an unusual necromantic aura surrounding it, but sadly she was too inexperienced to say for certain.
As soon as Yorick would catch up with her, the woman spoke out politely as she gestured with her hand further down the hallway. "T-this way." Her small stutter at the start made her curse in her thoughts and wince to herself as soon as she turned on her heels, facing away from the Gravedigger as she went onward on their path ...
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