Post by kevinxsenpai on Jan 22, 2013 19:19:27 GMT -5
It few days had passed since Vladimir unpleasant encounter with the Hand of Noxus, in those few days Vladimir came about a certain announcement that did not please him one bit. He had been forcibly removed from the League of Legends and barred from any interaction with them. He had forgot that he was representing Noxus in the League and was therefore managed by the Grand General, Swain. When Swain announced that Noxus would be pulling out of the League, this angered the count. He in fact did not join the institute to serve, but instead to kill. After a nights sleep to think about what would be done, he traveled to Noxus High Command and demanded a meeting with the Grand General. It seemed the guards had forgotten what happened the last time The Blood Lord was denied access to the leaders of Noxus. For soon they lay dead on the floor, drained of there essence. Vladimir would let himself in to wherever Swain may be and addressed the man in a somewhat annoyed manner. "Good evening Swain. I've come quite a ways to discuss somethings with you. Particularly my forced with-drawl from the Institute." His hands were restless, his claws dripped with blood from the foolish guards. He had no intention of harming the Grand General, but it did cross his mind a few times.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 22, 2013 19:46:25 GMT -5
The Grand General of Noxus crossed the foyer of the High Command tower in his typical uneven gait, the clicking of his cane on marble floors echoing over the few guards that lay dead, four hulking Raedsel in tow. He quirked a brow at his unexpected guest. He'd planned to depart. Outside, the crunching of gravel signified the arrival of his prepared coach.
Swain's blazing eyes wandered over the dead bodies of his doormen... for the third time this week. Luckily, such resources seemed to be practically inexhaustible. He fixed Vlad with a blasé expression, sinking his cane into the rug between them, folding his hands over it. "Surely that wasn't necessary, Vladimir," he drawled.
Post by kevinxsenpai on Jan 22, 2013 20:01:53 GMT -5
Vladimir merely smirked as Swain addressed his now dead guards. "They drew their swords on me, I was simply defending myself." His smirk quickly faded as he looked at Swain supporting himself with his cane. "Now, why is it you've chosen to take me out of the league's service? And why did have no say in the matter? And why is it you think you have any control over me and what I do?" Vladimir's blood soaked finger blades began to drip on to the floor now. He ignored the Raedsel for now, though he would have no problem dispatching of anymore of Swain's men.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 22, 2013 20:11:09 GMT -5
The general's eyes narrowed to slits. "Because I rule this state, hemomancer. I do not request permission from the ill-informed before making political decisions." He tilted his head, studying Vlad as he continued. "If you take issue with my decision, I am willing to discuss your personal predicament further. However," a slight pause. Outside, the braying of impatient horses could be heard. "I am due for an appointment."
Swain took a pointed step forward. His eyes flashed with purpose. "Perhaps you'll join me on the drive."
Post by kevinxsenpai on Jan 22, 2013 20:28:13 GMT -5
Vladimir looked angered now, he had planned to simply have his problem resolved and return back to his new "friends" home for another pint or two of blood. Sadly it seemed that would not be the case. "You haven't the time to speak to fix such a simple problem?" He thought for a moment about his next actions. "Hm, I suppose i will join you on your ride, just to have this settled and done." Vlad would follow Swain to his coach and enter it before asking where the two were even headed. "So Grand General, where is it so important that you're in such a rush to get to that you can't spare a few moments to speak with one of your nobles?" He felt almost insulted by the man, rarely was he shown such disrespect.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 22, 2013 20:58:21 GMT -5
"The town square," replied Swain simply. "To receive a guest. Pardon my hurry." The general hoisted himself into the carriage, laid his cane against the velvet seat and folded his gnarled hands in his lap.
"If you seek resolution," he growled as Vlad seated himself in the coach, "you must first present a problem--of which I see none. So, hemomancer." Swain closed his eyes, took an annoyed breath. "Enlighten me."
Post by kevinxsenpai on Jan 22, 2013 21:10:35 GMT -5
Vladimir had wiped the blood off has hands and rested them now on his legs. They began to move in a way that made it seem he was uneasy or in need of something. He restated his problem now. "You've withdrawn me from the League, a place where i can practice my craft without...casualties. My entering of the institute had nothing to do with serving your state, thus i see no reason why my leaving should be because of it. If you refuse to reinstate me, incidents like the one with your servants may become more...common." Vladimir stated as it seemed like he threatened the general. "Either that or some sort of substitute that will allow me to quench my thirst for bloodshed."
Post by Adeptis Lune on Jan 22, 2013 21:15:27 GMT -5
Adeptis got out of Sinful Succulence with a cake box between his two greaved hands when Swain drove past in his carriage. It took him a second to realise
What in the Night Moon?
Adeptis was so taken off guard that he even forgot to salute. After all, Swain and Vladimir together was not a every-week occasion
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 22, 2013 21:21:50 GMT -5
Behind his shroud, the general's maw drew upwards in a crooked grin. The tension issuing from the hemomancer was palpable. "Is that all this is about, Vladimir? Your desire?" He rested his chin in his palm. Blazing eyes stared out the window, apparently consumed in thought, as they trundled through the bustling streets of the city.
"Surely, temporary death is less fulfilling than real death. After all, in the controlled environment of the Fields, a lifeforce is reinstated by summoner magic only moments after you've earned a kill." He paused, leaned back in his seat, his crimson eyes now trained upon the Blood Lord's. "My servants. How did felling them make you feel, knowing it was permanent, that their life forces would stay with you instead of being torn away. Certainly.. more fulfilling."
The general raised a brow, awaiting his subject's response. His twisted visage looked ghastly in the darkness of the mobile chamber.
Post by kevinxsenpai on Jan 22, 2013 21:38:07 GMT -5
Vladimir was left unsatisfied by the blood of Swain's servants, much like he felt unsatisfied with the life essence that would be taken away from him by the league after each match. "Killing your men was as much of a thrill as going to there funerals will be. Though knowing you, they won't have any." Vladimir met Swain's crimson stare with his own. "You have yet to solve this issue, reinstate me into the league, or provide me with something equal of opportunity. Its your choice." He didn't even notice the random civilians as he passed them by, as it seemed like Vladimir began to lightly shake. He was craving something, but what?
A chuckle escaped the general: not mirthful, but sinister--haunting. "No, hemomancer. It is your choice. Forsake your Noxian citizenship and resume the endless cycle, the pointless charade--if you wish. Or, seek to test yourself against a truly worthy foe: unregulated by the Institute, reach your true potential."
They spiraled down the mountain around which Noxus lay, reaching her darkened streets as Swain issued his ultimatum: Noxus or the League. The true glory of battle or an enslavement to the summoners' whims, inconsequential squabbling.
"There is much work to be done for the betterment of the state, Vladimir. Much bloody work. I would accept your talents, but not your affiliation with the League. Their organization has grown sloppy, complacent. I've washed my hands of them once and for all."
Post by kevinxsenpai on Jan 22, 2013 22:10:30 GMT -5
As the words seemed to slip out of Swain's mouth, Vladimir would slowly grin. His shaking becoming more noticeable, his fingers tapping against hit leg a bit faster than before. "You are offering me, to serve under you and use my talents to better my homeland? To be able to use my power at its full capacity? To obliterate any and all that stand before me with no consequence, but with honor and praise?" It wouldn't take long for Vladimir to stretch out his hand towards the Grand General, accepting Noxus over the League. It had been awhile since Vladimir had uttered his next words. "Forever Strong, Grand General."
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 22, 2013 22:51:06 GMT -5
With a satisfied smirk, Swain seized Vladimir's clawed hand in his own gnarled one. "I am indeed," he said darkly. "Forever strong."
Then the coach came to a halt. Before it, a crowd had amassed before the statue of General Marcus DuCouteau. And at the head of the throng stood a triumvirate of women: Sivir, the Blademistress; Riven, the Exile and a third unfamiliar warrioress. Swain lifted his chin, listening to the tail end of the Exile's speech.
"Our honored guests," he said, pushing open the door to the carriage, emerging with the aid of his cane into the heart of his city. He drew himself up, resplendent in his military garb, his foul bird glaring down from his shoulder. A hush settled over those nearest him as he stepped heavily from the coach.
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