A city state filled with those pure of heart and soul; the city streets are safe. There is no crime, no strife. The people are happy; With the advent of the league, and the leadership of their king, Jarvan the third, the war with Noxus has come to an official end. For the citizens of Demacia, it is a golden age.
But underneath the benevloence of this seemingly noble regime there lies a well kept secret.
The path to peace is paved with the bones of the fallen.
Where Garen Crownguard, the Prince's right hand is a shining example of Demacian, capable of extending itself to those in need, and rising in defense of the weak...
The blade it grasps is wicked and deadly; It would be wrong to call her a person; she is a machine, an engine of death constructed of razor claws and pointed fangs, fueled by her own wrath.
The blade has felled foes innumerable; from the helpless to the nigh unstoppable, the guilty and the innocent.
The blade sews destruction at the beck and call of her lord; where there is blood to be spilled in the name of Demacia, the blade will be there to spill it.
The blade is the reaper. The reason the law remains unbroken. Her touch is death and her gaze is fire.
Post by ferroduskdragon on Jan 1, 2013 12:21:17 GMT -5
"The Dragon's den" or at least the half of it. The place where resides the demacian champion, Shyvana. A summoner appeared in the place , from the shadows, hardly mattered that the place was private or not, he was interested in meet the half-dragon champion outside the fields. The summoner seemed like a common human, but appearances can be deceiving, a dragon is a dragon, and Shyvana should clearly identify him as such.
He was not there to kill her, or something... Unlike the most of dragons, he doesnt see the half-dragons as something impure. However, Shyvana is not the most friendly person of the world, or atleast that is what someone may think that when she is summoned at the fields... "The rage", why is that? Due the dragon blood? Or just because how she was treated on her entire life? Maybe something common between warriors?... Well, he was there to understand that.
After looking around, the summoner dragon says.
"Hello? Shyvana is here? Sorry for enter without permission"
"Hello? Shyvana is here? Sorry for enter without permission"
Yessss?
The response came in an annoyed growl; a new voice, not the annoyingly cheery tone of Lux, the commanding and dutiful tone of her brother, Poppy's overworked droll, The Seneschal's slightly impatient and overworked diatribe, or even The Prince's regal baritone.
The response came in an annoyed growl; a new voice, not the annoyingly cheery tone of Lux, the commanding and dutiful tone of her brother, Poppy's overworked droll, The Seneschal's slightly impatient and overworked diatribe, or even The Prince's regal baritone.
"It seems that you get lots of visitors. For a champion, i expected more people here." He said looking around
The summoner walks towards Shyvana and makes a bow "My name is Gregorclaw, summoner of the League... and dragon by the way..."
Gregor was not sure of how would react Shyvana, knew perfectly the story about the murder of her father and how many dragons consider that being a half-dragon is something impure... maybe she will think that his presence in that place is hostile?
"I wanted to meet you outside of the Fields, so, we can talk? or i'm bothering you?"
"I wanted to meet you outside of the Fields, so, we can talk? or i'm bothering you?"
So you're a Dragon. Congratulations. So am I.
Shyvana turned to stare at the man who had invaded her barren room, devoid of furnishings beyond a bed and a nightstand. Her only source of entertainment seemed to be an ancient copy of Jarvan II's "The Honor of Battle", faded almost beyond recognition and filled with various tags.
I've met my own kind before; I have a suit of armor I crafted from their bones as proof.
The Dragonborn turned around again, picking up her book and removing the intruder from her sight entirely.
If you're wondering why I haven't gutted you yet, it's because my king has ordered me to refrain from spilling blood within the castle walls.
I would appreciate it if you removed yourself from my presence, before remove you myself.
As The Exemplar of Demacia approached the Half-Dragon's home, he paused to observe the Summoner exiting. The Prince wasn't surprised that the Summoner was angry as conversations with Shyvana always had a certain brevity, and at times, open hostility. Strutting through the door, he observed her minimalist habits, and found himself face to face with her. "It's good to see you Shyvana. I'll be brief. Cho'Gath and Nocturne have escaped. Valoran is in grave peril and I have need of you. I trust you'll come with me to represent Demacia. Am I correct?" The Prince's tone was regal, authoritative, and not unkind. He couldn't deny she made a fine Demacian. He knew her sense of justice was without mercy. A small smile creeped onto his lips as he finished.
As The Exemplar of Demacia approached the Half-Dragon's home, he paused to observe the Summoner exiting. The Prince wasn't surprised that the Summoner was angry as conversations with Shyvana always had a certain brevity, and at times, open hostility. Strutting through the door, he observed her minimalist habits, and found himself face to face with her. "It's good to see you Shyvana. I'll be brief. Cho'Gath and Nocturne have escaped. Valoran is in grave peril and I have need of you. I trust you'll come with me to represent Demacia. Am I correct?" The Prince's tone was regal, authoritative, and not unkind. He couldn't deny she made a fine Demacian. He knew her sense of justice was without mercy. A small smile creeped onto his lips as he finished.
Shyvana saluted her prince as he entered the room, standing to attention as he told her of the situation.
it would be my honor to join you, my liege.
But what of Noxus? Will they have representation as well?
The dragonborn crossed her arms. Shyvana's experiences with Noxians, especially the more "elite" of their society rarely ever resulted in anything other than a pile of corpses and a slap on the wrist from the king.
Shyvana managed to keep her face from contorting into a grin as she shot a glance to her "collection"; a large jar filled almost entirely with Noxian teeth. It sat underneath her bed, a stark reminder of her own inhumanity.
Annie wanders up to the palace, and is let inside, while being technically Noxian, she didn't share in the ideals of her lineage, neither did any left in the grey order.
She meandered around for a bit, and found herself outside what looked to be a barren room from the hallway. "Hello? Is anyone in there?" She called out, waving.
Grinning at her obvious struggle with containing her joy, he declared softly: "I need you to come with me to Icathia. Not exactly right now, but soon. I'm trying to find whatever Champions I can gather to join me. I still need word from a few others." Hearing the pattering of small footsteps from down the corridor, he looked at her pointedly, learning forward: "Expecting more visitors? Unusual for you. Anyways, there's no way the Grand Turkey would just sit by and be outdone by us. I'm sure there'll be a few Noxians." Winking at her, he straightened and looked at the door when he heard Annie's voice call out. The Prince visibly tensed. What was she doing here? "I don't want her harmed, Shyv. Just tolerate her and she should be gone on her own soon. Try to be...patient." he whispered furiously.
Annie was singing a little song to herself as she waited. "Everyone's counting on me, to cheer them up and-" She stopped as she heard footsteps, and saw Jarvan in the room.
"Hey there mister prince!" The little girl said, waving at him. She ran up to him. "So, I got a little lost. Where am I right now?"
Grinning at her obvious struggle with containing her joy, he declared softly: "I need you to come with me to Icathia. Not exactly right now, but soon. I'm trying to find whatever Champions I can gather to join me. I still need word from a few others." Hearing the pattering of small footsteps from down the corridor, he looked at her pointedly, learning forward: "Expecting more visitors? Unusual for you. Anyways, there's no way the Grand Turkey would just sit by and be outdone by us. I'm sure there'll be a few Noxians." Winking at her, he straightened and looked at the door when he heard Annie's voice call out. The Prince visibly tensed. What was she doing here? "I don't want her harmed, Shyv. Just tolerate her and she should be gone on her own soon. Try to be...patient." he whispered furiously.
The dragonborn kneeled in respect for her prince, and her military superior.
it would be my honor. I fear no beast of the unknown, nor do I fear the Noxian scum that poison this land.
If you wish for me to join you in cleansing this land of filth, there is nothing I would rather-
Annie was singing a little song to herself as she waited. "Everyone's counting on me, to cheer them up and-" She stopped as she heard footsteps, and saw Jarvan in the room.
"Hey there mister prince!" The little girl said, waving at him. She ran up to him. "So, I got a little lost. Where am I right now?"
Shyvana appeared startled by the Noxian girl's sudden appearence. She turned to request help from Jarvan but her prince had already left.
"They're at home. Where are you going?" She asked, tilting her head. "We gonna go kill some monsters?" She smiled, clapping her hands. "I like doing that!" She ran around Shyvana's legs a little bit, giggling.
"They're at home. Where are you going?" She asked, tilting her head. "We gonna go kill some monsters?" She smiled, clapping her hands. "I like doing that!" She ran around Shyvana's legs a little bit, giggling.
H-hey... Wait!
You're not coming with-
Shyvana nearly trips over Annie as the girl runs around her legs.
This mission is extremely important to the security of Demacian lands and-
The Dragonborn picks up Annie by the back of her dress, holding her out like some sort of venomous animal.
And we will not have this mission compromised by the presence of a distraction such as yourself.
Now if you would return to your home immediately, that would be best.
She places Annie outside her room and closes the door with a slam.
Annie frowns. Then shrugs, her face going back to a cold calm. "That's fine. I should probably get back anyway." She focuses some magic into the home stone, and wish a tunnely sounding woosh, she disappears.
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