Post by Vessaria Kolminye on Jan 21, 2014 9:39:53 GMT -5
September 9th, 23 CLE.
High Counciler Vessaria Kolminye was not happy.
Her face remained a blank canvas of drawn brows and a thin mouth that moved slightly as her eyes scanned the paper held in her slender hands. The tidy, familiar writing of Steward Summoner Ethan Ramseyt told her of tensions in Ionia between, unsurprisingly, their Council of Elders and the Order of Shadows. Vessaria recalled that this Order and their leader and once a Champion of the League, Zed, had taken Noxus' word with promises of protection.
She had put this aside, in her stack of papers piling up on her desk. It had returned in the form of a paper cut and she realized that there was no point waiting, wondering and assuming. The Institute of War needed Ionia, just as Ionia would need them. But the Order of Shadows held hands with Noxus, albeit the grip was loose enough to wrench free. It would be risky to allow them to run free on the small island of Ionia, yet Vessaria knew that Noxus was kept a watchful eye. She knew that they would be ready to defend the Shadow should something go... awry.
Vessaria shut her eyes, her breath quiet and soft before she reached out to touch Ethan's mind. She reasoned that she did not need anyone else to know of her plans until they were in motion. It would be in poor form if the message was intercepted and though Vessaria knew paranoia was unbecoming, it was necessary. Telepathy was a delicate process and it had the very real possibility of being awfully personal but she did it as easily as if she had taken a single breath.
Met with little resistance, she relayed her message as if it were penned down. 'Steward Summoner Ramseyt. As you recall, your letter was received on the 3rd of April. Having pondered over it, I must agree with your suggestion to hold a political summit. The situation in Ionia is becoming too delicate for the Institute's liking.' She stopped, perhaps waiting for a response from the stalwart Summoner before continuing. 'Please conduct a list of any and all relevant parties and contact them regarding this decision. The summit will be held two weeks from now, on the 23rd of September. I trust that you will handle this with little trouble.'
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Jan 23, 2014 8:10:48 GMT -5
Ethan's typical level of decorum broke like a pane of glass dropped down a flight of stairs when an all-too-familiar voice crowded out every thought he had. If he hadn't been taking one of his incredibly rare breaks, perhaps it would've been an interruption, though he was thankfully only splayed out upon his office couch thinking of someone... The journal he had in hand slammed shut as his superior's voice began to rattle off commands.
He rubbed a visible fatigue from his eyes and stood, shuffling across the room like a man thrice his age should be, quickly and quietly beginning to write down a loose assortment of names. "Thank you for contacting me on this matter, High Councillor Kolminye." Ethan thought in response, uncertain if he even could respond to such a missive in kind. Nevertheless, Vessaria would know that no matter how distracted, no one could miss a voice suffocating even one's own thoughts out, so he responded only out of due process.
Letterheads were quickly addressed for the non-violent affair, one to Irelia, one to Karma, a vocal member of the Council of Elders who was also a champion, no doubt she too would come. Finally, an open invitation to the Council of Elders at large, giving them leave to send one more of their number. They were wont to discuss as a group, but this could not simply be a meeting of every single member. Each letter read as officious request and little more, urging them to attend if they should like to see a mediated solution to such a problem, free of the worry of weapons or the like.
Sealed quickly with the stamp of the Institute, Ethan moved to his letterhead again and hesitated. He knew Zed was the leader of the Order of Shadows, but would there be a point to the man bringing anyone else? He was lord and master and the man seemed unlikely to require much aid in holding such a position. The same letter was written for him as well, but with a single line to address that if he so wished, he could bring two other representatives of his organization.
Finally, with that envelope stamped closed, Ethan began the final letter, an open address to the Kinkou, though with the formality to address the Eye of Twilight himself. It was once more identical, though it simply asked for a single attendee. Whomever they chose to send, though Ethan had an inkling who it may have been, they could total no more than three.
As the wax sealed the final envelope, Ramseyt heaved a sigh of exhaustion. His shoulders drooped visibly as he carried the letters, seeing them to the mail office personally, his station allowing for them to be flagged for express delivery. A short greeting and dismissal later, he was back in his office, staring at the ceiling with contempt as it seemed to taunt him. He took up his pen and opened his journal once more, looking at the still-blank page before him with a glare as life in the institute around him roared along without his notice for the first time in many years.
Last Edit: Jan 23, 2014 8:53:13 GMT -5 by Ethan Ramseyt
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by Vessaria Kolminye on Jan 23, 2014 8:59:11 GMT -5
September 23rd, 23 CLE..
At last, the day had come and Vessaria Kolminye could not help but feel all too pleased that events were finally going underway. She knew about the invitations that had been sent, of course. She had even made sure that everything was in order though she trusted Ethan Ramseyt to do his job accordingly. Once that was looked at with a fine toothed comb, she had moved on to finding an appropriate room in the Institute that would hold such a strange group.
The Will of the Blades and the Duchess was invited, as was expected. Both champions and ready to defend their homeland, though the former seemed to be a little more vocal about it. Then there was the Master of Shadows himself who would be the focal point, whether they liked it or not. She would have to take extra precaution, keeping the man's talents in mind. Then the Kinkou, whom Vessaria supposed was necessary considering the whole affair concerned at least one of their members. Again, precaution would have to be made. Lastly, she made sure that Summoner Ramseyt himself was invited to the discussion that was to take place. It was his idea, after all and Vessaria preferred to have a voice that was not her own to begin with.
A large room was found without much trouble. A big rectangle table was shifted and placed into the middle of the room, and with the appropriate number of high-backed chairs surrounding the sides. The windows were high enough to avoid any sort of jumping or any such shenanigans but still allowed in shaft of lights to stream in when the sun occupied the sky. Otherwise the room was devoid of any decoration save for two sheets of blank paper and a simple pen being placed in front of every chair.
Vessaria then posted two hand-picked Summoners to stand outside the double doors, to guard when the Peace Summit began and to make sure weapons were not being brought into the room when their guests arrive. She knew that Ethan Ramseyt had mentioned it in his invitations but there was no harm in being careful. She would not put it past any of them to at least attempt it. Once the two Summoners were in place, she made it a point to send a message to fellow High Councilor Kiersta Mandrake though she suspected the woman would have already known.
Preparations complete, all that was left to do now was to wait. Vessaria returned to her office and began to work on collecting all manner of information regarding the current situation. Seeing little point in sitting in the room to wait, she thumbed through a collection of tightly bound letters. Her demeanor was as calm as she felt. Vessaria would know when their honored guests would appear. She always did.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Jan 23, 2014 15:11:06 GMT -5
The burning rays of the sun attacked the ground and those who were directly exposed to it as it rose up in the blue sky, illuminating almost every corner of the land and slowly chasing away the shadows as it continued to climb up. She never thought that such day would come, her hopes were fading away as time died out while she waited for the League's response to her request. But they did not let her down; the letter she received from Ethan brought back together the pieces of her hopes that were scattered around in her mind. She was barely able to wait for this day and although she was still worried, there was some happiness deep within her heart.
The Captain steadily marched towards the lockers room, crossing down the hallway while making her presence known by the sound of her steel boots crashing down on the marble floor. Her eyes were icy and her expression was rather cold even though her heart was smiling; after all, she was not sure of what would the outcome of this summit be and she always had to remain realistic with her thoughts. Her sword silently floated beside her as it followed her steps, not letting out a single growl or whine as they made their way to the lockers.
Irelia carefully watched the room for any suspicious person, before she pulled on the locker's door and ordered her sword to remain in the small cabin. It was a painful separation, but they had to do it for the sake of it; At least she was still able to communicate with it and if anyone would dare to lay their hands on it, they would eventually find themselves bleeding out on the ground as they beg for help. She gazed at it one last time and finally cracked a smile before she locked the door and made sure that it could not be opened without the keys.
With that done, the Captain threw one last glance around the room before she made her way out and headed towards the meeting room. She already felt uncomfortable without her sword keeping her company but she still had other tricks up her sleeves just in case things would become grim; but at the same time, she trusted the summoners and knew that they had already taken the necessary precautions to avoid any incident. Paranoia slowly invaded her mind as she continued to tread down the hallway before she finally reached the door that was guarded by two summoners and eventually got the permission to go in.
Her eyes scanned the room as she took note of the lack of decoration and the high windows that still allowed the sun to expose its rays to those who will be present within these four walls. As she approached the table and took a seat, she looked at the papers placed down and raised an eyebrow. "Why would I want to use a paper..."
Post by The Enlightened One on Jan 24, 2014 1:44:03 GMT -5
The Will of Blades' footsteps would drown out the footsteps of the other two representatives from the Ionian Council. The sound of heels would be difficult to hear over the Captain's steel boots, but they were not less decisive. Today was an important day in for the Ionian representatives, if all went well then they would have successfully brokered a deal with The Master of Shadows himself. Unlike Irelia, who was still burdened with concern, Karma exuded an inner peace. Such meetings were nothing new to her, due to her background as her village's top mediator. Not to mention her experience on the Council of Elders has helped her learn to be at peace when approaching deals like this. This is not to say that Karma was not worried about what would happen if they failed, and the danger that was posed to Ionia. No, such possibilities were present in her mind, but she swore to protect Ionia.
Through force if it was deemed necessary.
Deep down she hoped it would not come to that, as a true leader would avoid the loss of life. However, the last lesson she learned from her village elders was that compromise was not always possible, and thus a life may be lost to save hundreds if not thousands of others. She would not speak with her fellow representatives as she considered these thoughts, and the best possible outcome that would lead Ionia to peace. Karma would stop at the door, as Irelia went to disarm herself. The Duchess could only speculate how painful it is to be separated from something that was integrated in The Captain's soul, but she had always respected Irelia's strength and her deep concern for Ionia and her citizens. However, there were times where she could be rash, and lack judgement. That was just one of the many reasons that Karma decided to come, but it was also a reason that she kept to herself. While Karma waited for Irelia, one of the Summoners took the time to explain to her that she would not be able to cast her magic.
The Duchess never expected to in the first place, only if she was forced to resort to violence would she ever consider to use it. Such an assault was very unlikely due to the location of this meeting and the proximity of the summoners. While they waited for Irelia to return, Karma would adjust her circlet with an emerald embedded in it. Once that was done she would close her eyes and begin to silently recite some of meditation chants she had learned when she was a child. The feeling of inner peace began to have a more noticeable presence. The air of inner peace would fade as Karma heard Irelia's steel boots approach the room once more. The representatives of the Elder Council would enter at the same to give an image of unity and strength.
The room was as the Duchess had imagined it would be. Very little decoration allowing the individuals to focus on the matter at hand that was of great importance. The Ionian in her did appreciate the natural light from the window as a reminder that nature is a force in itself. Karma set herself down in between her fellow Ionians, and adjusted her position so her Mantle of Decorum would not prove to be obstructive or a constant nuisance that she would deal with. She would adjust her papers slightly before glancing around seeing if any other members of importance would arrive within the next few moments. However, at Irelia's comment a soft smile would spread on the Duchess' lips. Perhaps she was not always all business and task orientated.
Post by The Eye of Twilight on Jan 24, 2014 3:15:43 GMT -5
He has committed himself to the meditating chamber once again, to meditate upon all the recent affairs and their ever continuing planning that has resulted from his last meeting with the council. Despite the words that he has given Irelia, that they had mustered their forces, obtained their intelligence and that they were ready, apparently they were not. Wait for the political climate to change, to ponder more about the consequences that such an assault may hold, act only when they are truly prepared... So was he told.
He would tell them a week after another, that they were ready, but he would be met by the same reaction much like the first. He would wonder what they have foreseen, or if they have simply grown scared from the aftermaths of the manslaughter that occurred when Zed returned to their homeland, to only besiege it and claim it as his own.
He once called him brother, a most trust-able ally who he could entrust his back to, such was his reaction towards Akali and Kennen and many other disciples taught under the same tutorship.
This changed when his shadowy figures appeared out of the temple, his eyes glaring bright red, his father's head gripped by his sharp iron claws, the azure ninja simply stood and stared, stared as his brother loosened his grip on the heads of someone who his brother once called mentor, stared as it rolled down the stone pavement steps and stopped beside his feet, but stopped staring as Zed started putting people to their guillotine, as people who belong to the same occupation started ravaging their land and started decimating the Kinkou forces stationed within the temple, women, the elderly, even children. He only had one pair of hand and there is only so much that he could save. But he saved people, he rescued people from their despair. People eventually looked up to him, believed that he was their new figure head.
The leader, the Eye of Twilight, the one would present swift judgment without bias, without remorse. That was what they wanted him to be, it was what he was trained to be and he will be what they need him to be. Shen would regather his wavering resolution and to stand and march towards the conference hall, his last time arguing his case, his inability to act swifter baffled him, he will simply act.
Then the letter came, as if he was being toyed with by the cause that they are to dedicate themselves to, the cause that they swore to serve as the letter twirled and landed in his hands. It appears that the political climate has shifted. But he had nevertheless, failed. Only ever so balanced by the people that he have met, the villagers that they have saved. Their peace, their harmony. It acts as silent protest towards the chaos that his decision will bring upon them, these villagers, these people and his subordinates.
No matter the cost, he said. Why is he wavering? Because his definition of balance became murky and unrecognizable as a result of the influences that he subjected himself to? There isn't the time for such, the only way to move, is forward. To attend the meeting, to present their perspective in full, to return the influence that has been delivered.
To disarm himself, of course, if such conventions were held with the intention of promoting a peaceful negotiation, then this is simply standard procedure. The azure ninja stacked away his belongings, never in full of course, and headed straight for the meeting room.
Caution must be held at all time, they are here to discuss agreements, fairness and justification and if they must discuss it with their opposition, then they will. Shen would find himself pulling on the wooden handle, the door before him stood silently, presenting an air of unwavering stalwart, the door would be flung open and the Eye of Twilight would present himself.
Just a slight ways behind the strong and purposeful strides of the Ionian women were the soft footfalls of delicate heels that calmly strode along to beat of their drum. It was only mildly surprising that Kotone had been chosen as the third representative of Ionia for these ever important talks, but it had been received with the highest of honors by the aged woman. There was no greater merit than being called upon to aid in voicing for ones nation, and it was a position Kotone knew quite well beside her present fellowmen.
The Elder did her best to keep her head held high, calming the all too familiar excitement that came from pure anticipation of future events. This would be a day of change, good or bad, for better or for worse. What was said today would affect tomorrow as the moon affects the tides. All the woman could do was pray for the well being of her beloved Ionia and do her best to personify it's people's needs.
Her inner musings never touched the features of her face, the smokey tint of her eyes darkening ever so minutely as the Captain went to surrender her precious weapon. Following in turn, Kotone also relinquished the thin needles she utilized to control her threads. She had no worry for them. The Institute would have taken all necessary precautions, she was sure. But still, she gave one more glance towards them. Safe or not, there was an unease to be felt when parted with the main means to defend oneself.
With a discreet release of breath she did not know she was holding, she listened attentively while the Summoners explained what was and was not allowed, agreeing to honor their request of no spell casting. She would abide by their rules, so long as they guaranteed safety. One could only hope that everyone else to attend would do the same...
Passing through the doors and finally into the chambers meant for their discussion, the Elder's eyes surveyed the surroundings she was to have for a grand portion of this day. The simplistic yet functional setting suited her just fine, the gently trickling in of the sun's warming rays lighting the room splendidly even if it was minimalist. The humble table before them stretched far and wide enough for parties present not to be discomforted, and seating seemed to pose no issue. All in all a smooth transition into discussion seemed possible. And was hoped for. Pretty wooing words and heated tongue lashings had no place here. They were to discuss the future of a people, not chat about the weather and gossip like housewives over tea and biscuits.
With slow care the woman pulled the chair to Lady Karma's right from the table, smoothing the edges of her flowing robes neatly under her before seating herself down. A swift motion of her fingers would have the papers pressed between them, sifted neatly before being placed down again. She noticed Karma had also done the same, and a gentle smile crossed her features. The Captain's little inquiry only made it broaden, a delicate tinge of a chuckle echoing from her sealed red lips. There were times they were to be feared without question and never crossed, but with moments like this also present every now and then, it was pleasant reminder of the humanity to be seen in even the most stalwart warriors of Ionia she came to know and support wholeheartedly.
Kotone regained her composure and laced her thinned fingers together in her lap, straightening in her seat and peering outwards to await the arrival of the rest of guests invited. No doubt the talks would begin momentarily. She would use this time to gather her thoughts and prepare for the coming storm.
Last Edit: Jan 24, 2014 3:54:59 GMT -5 by Kotone Ito
Post by Master of Shadows on Jan 26, 2014 5:53:19 GMT -5
After the others had entered, another dark presence walked the halls of the Institute. The light metal of his boots barely making a sound upon the cold stone of the floors as he approached the room where the summit was to be held. In his mind, this was pointless. All three factions were too staunch in their beliefs, even Zed could see that. Nonetheless he chose to humor the Institute by attending the summit out of pure curiosity, he hadn't seen Shen outside the Fields of Justice in some time. It would be interesting to gauge his reaction to Zed's presence. He wondered if Irelia had told the others about what she had offered him, doubtful as it was...
Eventually he would make his way to the doors guarded by both summoners, he hadn't brought his arm blades or shuriken from Ionia meaning he had no need to visit the locker room. He simply wanted to come, dance as they wished then leave when he could all while watching and learning what he could. He had a certain hunt to organize after all.
He passed through the doors, his crimson gaze swept the room passing over those present without a sound, pausing briefly on Shen before he seemed to lose interest. The shadow ninja then simply walked toward a seat and stood behind it, arms folded against his chest as he waited for the hosts to arrive.
Shadow people follow him everywhere he goes. Looking over his shoulder, the paranoia flows.
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Feb 1, 2014 10:01:28 GMT -5
The exhausted Gold Steward had been waiting in the meeting room most of the day, worrying about everything except the summit at hand. Sleep hadn't been coming right and when it was, it was troubled with unpleasant dreams of better times that could not and would not ever happen. First light had woken Ethan from the otherwise wonderful dreamscape he had been so engrossed in, letting the chilling reality of his life near blind him.
From then on, he had spent every moment of the day making sure he was prepared, obsessively perfecting the room as much as he did himself. Each chair was an equal distance from the next, the table was aligned as much as he could humanly make it, each slip of paper in the same place before each seat, pens facing the same direction. He was, in his own little way, melting down and psyching himself out all under the guise of perfection.
It was an hour before the first arrival that he finally stopped, slumping into his assigned spot and letting his mind wander blindly through the mire it was steeping in. When finally someone did arrive, Ethan had lost track of time but not of expected decorum, straightening as the door was opened and giving a passive nod to the one who had disturbed his thoughts. One by one the people that held sway over Ionia arrived, each greeted with an equally neutral stare and a tiny inclination of his head.
After a very trivial amount of time had passed without the arrival of anyone else, Ethan stood from his seat at the end of the table between the two parties, collecting their attention with a small clearing of his throat. "Thank you all for gathering here today. All of you are well aware of the growing tensions between your constituents and that's what brings us here today. As you are a City-State of the League we are more than happy to assist you in smoothing this issue out by any peaceful means we can provide."
He was only slightly perturbed by Vessaria's lack of an appearance so far, having wanted her here for this. He did not foresee disaster but if it happened, he was not the most equipped to deal with it. Her voice carried a bit more weight than his own as well, the gold trim of his robes making him feel tiny compared to the men and women before him. "As this is a meeting of peace, I would expect that you all do your best not to incense one another but I equally understand that this is a prickly matter and that nerves and tensions are high. My primary purpose is to mediate and to facilitate a peaceful resolution. If the situation seems to be getting out of hand, I will ask you to step down and I would trust you all to comply." He explained in a neutral tone, gaze shifting down one side of the table and up the other.
"Unless there are objections to our terms, I would like to give the floor to Irelia, who approached us seeking aid in this matter originally." Ethan looked over to the Guard Captain and gestured to her slowly. "Please, make your grievances known to us."
Last Edit: Feb 1, 2014 10:02:52 GMT -5 by Ethan Ramseyt
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Feb 3, 2014 15:39:08 GMT -5
The Captain stood by and waited for the rest of the parties to join the room while she played around with the pen that was laid down in front of her. The wait was long and her heart began to squirm as she wondered if Zed will ever show up or not... She seemed rather cold and emotionless on the surface but inside, it was a mess in her mind. She let out a sigh as she looked at the clock then shifted her gaze to the door, waiting for the Master of Shadows to appear in one way or another.
A few minutes later, she felt darkness choking the air as the Shadow Ninja approached the room. She could feel the omnipresence of the shadows in the area, and felt like their eyes were all darting glares at her as she straightened herself and narrowed her emerald orbs. There he is, he finally showed up at the meeting table and Irelia could finally rest... For a bit. She was not sure if this meeting would go accordingly as she hoped it will but they had to try their best to break the alliance nonetheless. Her eyes scanned the Ninja's figure, and noted the lack of respect as he remained standing up behind his chair with his arms folded.
Summoner Ethan also showed up and it comforted Irelia to see that he attended the meeting. She gave a faint smile to the summoner as she acknowledged his presence and listened to his voice as he began to speak. At the end of his speech, Irelia stood up as he asked for her grievances and spoke with a rather loud and firm tone.
"Indeed, I am the one who took a step and asked for the League's help due to the rather complicated situation Ionia found itself in. You see, the Order of Shadows, represented by The Master of Shadows himself forged an alliance with Noxus... Ionia's worst enemy. And we are really feeling uncomfortable about it. So we are simply asking Zed to let them go in exchange of my guards' protection until we can settle down his rivalry with the Kinkou. We can never trust Noxus, not after what it did to us and not after I learned about their growing military number and strength."
Kotone watched on in pensive silence as the remainder of those invited filed into the room at a prompt pace. She noted with only the lightest inclination of her head The Master of Shadows' entrance, a thin tug of her lips into a frown at his decision to stand during the proceedings. It appeared a rather crude behavior among those here. Nevertheless, they had spoken before. She knew he had no intentions to be rude, but it seemed that was lost on Lady Irelia.
The Summoner before them spoke and the Elder listened with all of her attention focused on him. He explained with a fluid and only barely visible air of self-awareness what was their purpose here and the Institute's objective and stance in this for now. As expected, they would only mediate and set the stage for both sides to settle their dispute. Which was ideal, given the wills of both parties.
The Will of the Blades lifted herself from her seat and commanded the attention of all in the room, her voice ringing out resolutely into the air as she stated Ionia's intents and offers to the Order of Shadows. The woman did not make to add to the standing Captain's words. Simply choosing to remain in her seat and support Irelia's words with a curt nod of her head. Her dulled eyes glanced towards the Summoner, to Duchess Karma at her side, towards the Kinkou representative, The Eye of Twilight and lastly towards The Master of Shadows, waiting for one to perhaps voice their addition to Irelia's proposition instead.
Post by The Eye of Twilight on Feb 8, 2014 12:47:57 GMT -5
This was a move forward, perceptions would flaunt themselves in the face of the azure ninja as he is slammed with the mightiest force of Irelia's words, but more so, his elders' words. They told him to wait out the affair, suggested that time was the best solution to their never ending problems, that all shall end, with due time.
The man would find himself pondering the words that should be presented out of his mouth, perhaps a time to speak has not yet presented itself, but the flow of the conversation has been set in motion, so either he finds the perfect time to speak, or he would have to spend a few words himself, right now at this very moment.
The ninja was standing, for his nemesis stands firm and tall on his feet as well, seemingly unfazed by the event that is occurring before his eyes, all that shall further his goals, all that shall further his end. The Eye was originally standing courteously behind the chair that was assigned to him, but only sat down at the behest of those who would sought to proceed the progress of this congress, by moving the phases of this discussion, to commence it.
"We have prepared to draw blood, albeit we are now here, drawing ink... The irony within such actions can not be mislooked."
A slight pause in the room.
"If the status quo was to be restored to what it should be, then complaints won't be lodged from our end."
He doubt that to be the intention of this congress... But he has made himself clear on his intentions, the Kinkou's intentions, all that is left to see is how well one truly observes their surroundings, more specifically, the game of the tongue, a game of compromise, persuasion and a daring complicated situation.
Post by Master of Shadows on Feb 17, 2014 5:35:06 GMT -5
Zed didn't physically react to any of the words spoken, his smouldering gaze simply resting upon those who spoke as he listened in silence. He remained standing, even as those around him had taken their seats, an unconscious choice that meant he was above them all. The folded arms depicting a guarded form. He didn't feel that both Irelia and Shen had to be here at the same time, believing that the Kinkou's war with the Order was a separate and private war that Irelia had no business in sticking her nose into. Their war had no spilled innocent blood as of yet, Irelia getting her guards involved in the conflict would only cause more problems than it would solve. Having her people protect the Order of Shadows would only place them in danger from the Kinkou, who were known for their extremist views on balance.
When it came to Noxus' presence in Ionia he didn't believe Shen had any say in the matter, the Kinkou removed themselves from politics and alliances.
Zed turned his eyes to Irelia, "Noxus is not Ionia's enemy. Darkwill was, and he has been removed. Swain has no plans to invade, harm or otherwise disrupt Ionia. His alliance with me is for the benefit of Ionia, they have come to my land to learn, and you wish to turn them away for seeking enlightenment, as far as I knew, that is not the Ionian way that many preach. It would only cause more animosity to discriminate against one single city-state."
He turned his eyes briefly to the Azure ninja, the crimson eyes boring into the man as Zed restrained every urge he had to strike the seemingly unarmed enemy.
Post by The Will of the Blades on Feb 26, 2014 19:09:34 GMT -5
For the benefits of Ionia? Who is he mocking?! Irelia felt insulted by Zed's ignorance and lies, she was fed up with this conspiracy, enough was enough! The Captain clenched her fists and slammed the table before she grabbed the file she brought with her and slapped it on the wooden furniture.
"We have had enough of your lies Zed! You and Noxus are guilty for the attack of the Hadoi village!"
She opened the file and carried on, almost yelling at the ninja.
"These files here indicate that Noxus was implied in the attack! They pushed the villagers to attack you! They manipulated them all and the evidence are all in these papers! You killed innocent villagers to bring in Noxus to Ionia and pretend to be the victims of the attack! I would like to point out that the village had no military history, they were peaceful people that were suddenly pushed to attack the order, they were unorganised, lost, they just grabbed arms all of a suddenly and attacked you... They were told that you were going to harm them!
What is more striking is that their bodies were manipulated to fight after sustaining heavy injuries, injuries that no man could bear without falling on the ground and die. Their limbs were cut off, their body was a mess! No amount of adrenaline could allow them to fight with these wounds! And to top it all off, the bodies had no blood in them, not a drop, not even post-mortem signs of blood presence, which leads us to the presence of a hemomancer, because one: the bodies were controlled like puppets which would explain why they continued to fight despite losing limbs and taking heavy damage, and two: no blood was found inside of them, not even a single sign of its presence..
Ionia has no hemomancer, they do not embrace this art, the only state that has a known hemomancer is... Noxus! This is not a coincidence summoners. All of this could only lead to Noxus because this attack would only benefit them and the Order of Shadows! They are using Zed to gain a foothold in Ionia in order to slowly creep in and gain control over the state!"
She darted a glare at Zed, her eyes were tinted with rage and disgust before she pointed at Shen and said. "All of this planning, just to destroy the Kinkou who is under the League's protection. We demand Noxus to leave the island at once! This may be your order Zed, but these lands still belong to Ionia and its people and if we want Noxus to leave, then they will have to leave because it is not their land! And it is not yours either."
Post by Master of Shadows on Mar 1, 2014 21:00:47 GMT -5
"Accusations without clear proof. You call me a liar?" His eyes flare breifly as he narrows them, his gazed locked with Irelia's, "You speak with the word, we, do you speak for the whole Ionia? Do Shen and Kotone have no voice?"
He growls, "You treat Noxus like animals, pests to be removed, what you fail to see, girl, they are people. There is more than one single Hemomancer upon this world, and if it is true, and one was present, what proof do you have that it was one single mage? Where does it show that Noxus was involved? You are blinded by your racism. You do not dictate who can and can not be taught within Ionia, you have no power to turn those who seek guidance away from other monasteries and temples, I refuse to have you dictate who learns the Shadow Arts. The day we claimed that temple from the kinkou was the day it became our sacred land."
Turning his eyes to Ethan, he exhales slowly, calming the boiling rage that was beginning to surface at what he saw as the girls stupidity, "If it is only she that will speak, then I fear these talks will go nowhere and I will be leaving."
Shadow people follow him everywhere he goes. Looking over his shoulder, the paranoia flows.
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