Amidst the golden domes and marble domiciles of Demacia, one golden spire rises above the rest. This marks the site of the Lightshield Palace, home to the Lightshield line heroes of Demacia ranging back through centuries. White stone walls encompassed a lush garden, with fountains rising amongst the well kept pathways. The palace itself was decorated with great care, seeking to reflect the virtues of the city-state it was included in: Order and strength. One would find servants bustling busily about, attending to the maintenance of the palace. However the palace was not unprotected. As the seat to Jarvan III, King of Demacia, Political Paragon and Commander-in-chief of the city's esteemed military, utmost care was kept to prevent but a sample few to enter. Within the throneroom, one would find the King sitting upon his throne, patiently listening to the chattering of his consultants, idly drumming his fingers on the armrests. Instantly a hush fell upon the room as the court room's doors opened unexpectedly. "Father, I have returned." The voice of Jarvan IV cried out, his son and his pride, strutting through the throne room, past the family's honor guards to kneel before his Sire. "I come with dire news from the Institute. Cho'Gath, a monster from the void has escaped. Followed by another, named Nocturne. It appears someone unleashed the beasts. As of right now, we don't know who. However in an effort to protect Valoran, the league has suggested we city-states work together... Including Noxus. It is both the Seneschal's and my opinion that we strengthen our defenses at home. We should also choose which champion or champions leave to meet the summons of the League. I volunteer myself." Standing up, watching his father's face, the young prince waited for his father's commands. Standing up to meet his son, the King spoke with quiet fervor: "This is quite a bit to dwell on, son. Without a doubt we will need to match whoever the other city-state's believe necessary to send. I must think. You will receive the rest of the day's visitors and treat them befitting their rank. In the meantime I must retire to my chambers. Send for Xin to meet me." With that the King departed, quickly striding off to his chambers, leaving Jarvan IV standing, looking around confidently. "Alright gentlemen, let's get to it." He spoke quietly like his father, retrieving a simple wooden stool from behind the throne and sitting on it. He closed his eyes by the third counselor's chitterings.
A thundering clap sounded from outside of the palace, followed by another, then another. Then came a clattering thunk from above even the ceiling of the throne room, the resounding thuds seeming to move along a path above. After a short time, a high window was forced open to allow passage for a hulking demonic shadow far above. Its wings snapped open again as it descended towards the Crown Prince, and then the form entered the fullest light. Galio, the Sentinel's Sorrow, landed as lightly as his bulky form could manage off to the side of his Prince, and advanced with a placid expression. His lordship appeared to be bored, and rightly so; there was little point to these sorts of meetings in Galio's view. Stepping forward, Galio transitioned into a low bow before speaking.
"I have heard of the recent situation, milord, and strange tidings are upon the wind. As is my duty to serve, what would you have me do?"
Upon hearing the first of the thunderous claps, the Prince opened his eyes. On the next, he straightened. The third, he looked up to the ceiling following the Gargoyle's path as he moved. When the Gargoyle's demonic frame first appeared in his throne room's window, the Prince smiled. After which, he immediately returned his lips to form a bored pout and decided to slouch. "Finally, something exciting. Begone counselors, I've heard enough of your bickering for the moment. Yes yes, I know the sailor's are still up in arms over the fact we aren't patrolling their waters with the Demacian Navy but that decision is not up to me, it's up to my Father. I'm AWARE trade is slowing, now leave." He spoke in an irritated, hasty manner. If it were up to him the counselor's would never have even been there for his report to start with, all of them seemed so useless to him. His Father didn't need the mutterings of a bunch of old men any more than he did, the Prince supposed.
After watching them depart in a huff, the Prince leveled his gaze on Galio. "Rise, Sentinel, it is good you came. I do require your assistance in a task. I can't be at two places at once. You know of our favorite duelist, Fiora? I need you to seek her out and inform her that I require her presence. And... Since we know how Fiora is, just tell her I'll pretend to let her beat me in swordplay. That'll get her attention. In the meantime, I'll be speaking with Shyvana. If anyone would follow me, it would be her. I know this isn't what you would have in mind but Xin will be busy speaking with my father whenever he arrives home. Thank you for your service Galio, I will need more of your help once you finish your task." After finishing his commands in the level, calm tone all Lightshield men took when commanding, the Prince smiled. "I know no one likes delivering summons or messages when things are afoot in Valoran, Galio, but I appreciate this more than you know."
Xin Zhao entered the throne room, nodding to Galio and Jarvan IV. He smiled lightly at the Prince. "So I should be right to assume I have another meeting to attend?" He stop next to the two and rolls his shoulders, resting his spear on the ground.
As the Seneschal entered the room, the Prince nodded at him absentmindedly. "Yes, Father is in his study. You know where it is. It seemed like it was urgent, I wouldn't keep him waiting. By the way, welcome home." The Prince rose from his stool, placing it back behind the throne and left the throne room, determination on his face as he embarked for Shyvana's Den.
Xin Zhao simply nods and rests his spear on his shoulders, heading off towards the throne room. He looked around as he did, smirking. It was always nice to be home. Especially after that meeting. It seemed obvious they weren't prepared at all for what occurred.
Though his face remained as imperceptible as ever, practically forever trapped in an expression of what many might assume as perplexity, Galio's mind was roiling with all that he had perceived between his descent into the throne room and his gesture of servitude before the Crown Prince. The majority of the Council was present, but for what? Would there be some degree of assistance from the armies of Demacia to aid in this time of need? Perhaps the Dauntless Vanguard could be requisitioned. The Prince's command to them dashed the small hopes that Galio had been nursing in moments, though. It was as if the champions of Demacia would be alone to face the coming storm. As soon as the councilors had departed, Galio immediately devoted his mind to processing his Prince's commands before rising to his full formidable height with a nod of acceptance.
"I understand, milord. A most wise decision to gather together our nation's finest. We will need the greatest that we may offer to deal with the Terror of the Void. I must wonder before I am off, milord, how you intend to deal with the second of the escapees: the Eternal Nightmare. While I do not doubt the might and skill of the warriors of Demacia, I believe we must consider the repercussions of such a creature roaming free."
Upon reaching the threshold of the throne room, at the end of Galio's remark, the Prince stopped and looked back at him warily. He spoke with an inflection of embarrassment: "I am unsure of the whereabouts of the Eternal Nightmare. Thinking back on it I should have asked the Summoner what she would have suggested at the Institute of War, but all I can remember of her is some young girl crying. I was... distracted. I assume someone has taken control of the situation. Probably the Piltoverians." Scowling, the Prince resumed: "Assuming the League does not contact us, I'll simply get to the bottom of it myself. Is there anything else on your mind Galio? Any suggestions?"
((I really ought to leave more space for talking when I'm leaving. My apologies!))
Galio stroked his broad chin thoughtfully at his Prince's inquiry, mulling over any and all plausible suggestions. Though he held few, if any, doubts about Demacia's capability to assist in the current situation, he knew that a precarious balance was in effect. That such abominations as as Terror of the Void and the Eternal Nightmare stalked the realm of Valoran was one thing, but doubtlessly it could affect the public's view of the League of Legends. The organization might come across as incompetent and reckless, daring to place a leash on monstrosities that would be better off destroyed; faith in the League could very well dwindle, and such an outcome was unacceptable in the already fragile political situation.
"The Terror of the Void may appear a nigh indomitable foe, but I believe it is possible to bring it to its knees given a proper strategy," Galio noted, though his brow furrowed immediately after. "But it is the Eternal Nightmare that gives me pause. Such a fiend likely cannot be bested by mere blade and lance. Were I to suggest anything to you, my Prince, it would be to consider the Lady of Luminosity in our efforts. I suspect that her prowess in the magical field may be of great assistance to us."
"Lux." The Prince replied quietly, his face furrowing into an expression of thought. "You're right, I should talk to her. Thank you for your counsel, Galio. The last thing I'd want is for anyone to feel left out." He went on with a confident grin. If nothing else the Gargoyle was very observant. The expression on his face made him look so simple that sometimes the Prince almost forgot he was actually as aware as he was. "Alright, I'm off to see Shyvana. Wish me luck. We'll need everyone we can get." Waving offhandedly at Galio, the Prince strode from the room quickly, unwilling to be interrupted any further.
((Apologies for the lackluster posts. I haven't felt like writing lately and this is more so others can continue the story.))
Galio gave a solemn nod as Jarvan exited the throne room, though inwardly he felt a stirring of pride. It was not particularly often that he was able to grant counsel to anyone, which he thought may have been unfortunate. It was only fitting for a man as clever as Durand to put some of his intelligence into his finest creation. Still, the command had been given, and Galio was honor bound to serve the greater will of Demacia. Spreading his wings to their fullest width, the gargoyle leaped into the air and was quickly off and into the skies. He had a certain member of the nobility to track down.
((It's no problem at all, I've been a little busier than before now that college has picked up again.))
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Jan 21, 2013 22:16:39 GMT -5
A guard would approach Jarvan when he returned from his business back to the throne room. In the guard's hold would be a large, home-made basket clearly made recently. Within it there were a variety of fruits, some different, home-bagged teas and packs of small herbs with labels and what they were used for along with a small instruction sheet accompanying everything. With it, a note written in elegant handwriting.
Dear Lightshield Family,
My name is Marabelle De'Vera, Head of the De'Vera family after my Mother has fallen too ill to handle our affairs any longer. I wish to extend an invitation to meet and see where my Family may be able to assist in the ongoing event concerning Valoran. Please accept these gifts. They were all put together through mutual effort of my family in hopes you will accept our offer to help.
Those blasted, gossiping advisors! Thought Jarvan, waving off servants at every turn, face scrunching up as he took the basket, fishing out an apple from the various fruits and packets of spices, taking a huge bite out of it. Alright, so, the head of the De'Vara family is trying to be useful. Probably attempting to gain more favor with us, cement their house in a better position... We'll see. The Prince mused, nibbling his treat whilst he thought. You know...Father probably knows how to handle this. Although...I'll have to deal with the whole power struggle between houses anyways, and God knows Father won't be around forever. Yeah, I'll take care of it. The Prince finished, tossing the apple core into a nearby bin.
A pair of guards would rush into the throne room where Prince Jarvan IV would be seated, tending to whatever he might be. The servant along with them, looking terrified and worried.
"Your Majesty." The guards bowed, "This woman has urgent news."
"Y-Your Majesty!" Maria said, looking exhausted and utterly filled with remorse, "Countess De'Vera~" She began, "She-She was taken! A monster took her! Please, please, your Majesty. Please save her!" The poor servant fell to tears as she bowed onto her knees, her head rested against the floor, "Please, Your Majesty. Please help her!?"
The guards straightened as the servant groveled and begged of Prince Jarvan's help.
His face remaining a cold slate, the Prince silently gazed down at the sobbing woman, fire in his eyes. "Compose yourself. Then explain to me: Where, how, and when?" His voice was steel, barely containing his fury, his demeanor cold and collected. Rising, he strode towards her, staring her down. "Speak. Now."
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