Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Jan 27, 2013 3:28:14 GMT -5
The servant bowed her head again as she started to compose herself. The cold gaze upon her forcing her to straighten up, "Y-Yes, Your Majesty." She hurriedly wiped the tears from her eyes, "In the forest, returning from the Institute of War. A-A bug creature killed everyone, and took C-Countess De'Vera." Her gaze filled with pain and worry, "Oh gods, forgive me, M'lady.." Sobbing gently again.
Fixing his eyes on the man that had brought her, the Prince spat: "Take care of her. I'll be back soon." The Prince began to walk out of the throne room, keeping himself together and with the proper composure a noble should, before full out sprinting towards the stables, mounting a courser and rushing towards the Head of De'Vara's last known location.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Jan 31, 2013 23:20:44 GMT -5
The time-lost knight walked into the Throne Room, taking a moment to collect himself. The last time he had been here was just before fighting broke out to start the Third Rune War. He had gathered information from civilians around Demacia about the city-state's current state. He was glad to discover that the Lightshields were still the ruling family.
Once Gillam had been unfrozen by the child Nunu, he was launched into a world unfamiliar to him. He had to cope with the fact that everyone he knew from his past life was dead. Friends, family, he had just been frozen too long for any to still be alive. Even worse, Gillam couldn't come to accept the fact that Noxus and Demacia were at peace due to the creation of the League of Legends. He just simply couldn't bear that Noxus, a city-state who murdered Gillam's comrades without mercy, was at peace with his nation.
Gillam saw the prince sitting on the throne, and started walking forward. When he was about five paces away from him, he knelt in front of him. "My prince... you may not know me, but you may be familiar with my name." Gillam paused. What he was about to say he had not repeated for over 150 years.
"Gillam Dunwall, loyal knight of Unit 226, reporting for duty, sir."
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
The Prince had observed the man entering the throne room, coldly watching him. His military fatigues were old. Very, very old. He thought he was perhaps some Lord's son, being paraded in front of him that was being forced to pay homage to the Lightshields in the clothes of some great grandfather, recalling his ancestor's victories. The green hair was perhaps the only thing unique about him. Well, I'll just send him on some minor task then. The Prince thought, dismissing him any greater thought.
The Prince started laughing once the man had finished speaking. "Very funny! The Dunwall line ended over a century ago. What's your actual lineage?" The Prince grinned at the man before stopping after seeing the man's stony countenance. "You aren't...serious, are you?" He said leaning in, incredulous.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Feb 1, 2013 0:17:35 GMT -5
Gillam breathed deeply, inhaling the light amount of dust in the throne room, before speaking again. "Prince...I know you may not believe me...but I am from the Rune War era... Near the end of the Third, to be exact. I was sworn in to military service, and was deployed immediately." When Gillam continued, his eyes showed great remorse. "I was moved to Freljord to aid the Northern Campaign...I participated in the Deserter's Skirmish, a battle you may be aware with."
Gillam didn't want to admit that he deserted, but that was ages ago by now. Even though he retreated from the field of battle, he felt it was necessary to confess. After all, history meant for him to die in Freljord. "I...unfortunately was one of those deserters. I fled to a nearby cave. After that...I don't remember anything."
"I woke up in a shack. My muscles were aching, as if I hadn't used them in forever. There I met the champion Nunu, and I realized that I had been asleep for...a long time, to say the least. And now, I am here." Gillam gulped, staring into the Exemplar's eyes.
"Forgive me, your highness...My comrades were dying. I was caught out of position, the enemy was all around me... I had to run to save my life." Gillam kneeled once again, craning his head upwards to look at the prince. "I know I deserted my country in a time of need, and that is a crime punishable by execution. However, If there was any way I could repay this deed, tell me." Gillam swung his lance to an upright position, slamming it onto the castle's floor with a resounding thump.
"I am in your debt, sir. Anything that needs to be done in service of Demacia, I shall lend my hand. Your word is my command."
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
As the Prince listened to the time-lost soldier's tale, he began to contemplate what to do with him. The usual treatment for deserters was execution, and he didn't want to set an example for the Demacian military that one could abandon their post and expect to live. The Deserter's Skirmish had been a national travesty, undoing years and years of discipline and training all in one disappointment of a battle. At the same time this was a nobleman's son, but... The House had been dead and gone for a long, long time, his dishonor lying solely within himself for crimes committed a century and a half ago.
Jarvan would need to begin creating friends and deeper alliances with others if his reign on his Father's throne were to last after he passed away, and were he to give this man life he'd have his eternal gratitude. The promise of a nobleman was fickle and like to change depending on what was in it for him but giving a man his life...well, that's a bit deeper.
As the man finished his story, the Prince commanded: "Rise, Gillam Dunwall. Despite your sabotaging of Demacian military in the Deserter's Skirmish, you will live. The shame you've laid on your House lies solely on you, and I see this a harsher punishment than death. With no bloodline to follow you, what history that Demacia remembers of your House depends on your future actions. I accept your service and grant you a piece of the land that your House once owned along with a small group of construction workers to help rebuild your manor, alongside a small income of gold until you're set again."
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Feb 1, 2013 15:15:17 GMT -5
Gillam rised, and bowed once the prince had finished speaking. "Thank you sir. The Dunwall name shall no longer be tainted with shame." Gillam felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Now that he confessed to deserting, he would serve Demacia with utmost pride, knowing that the prince had saved him from certain execution.
"Now, what needs to be done in the name of Demacia?" Gillam asked, his eyes fixated on the Exemplar. He didn't know what he would have to face in this strange new Valoran, but whatever it was, he would be ready for it.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Post by Metallic Assassin on Feb 1, 2013 19:26:00 GMT -5
The door opened for slightly, that it may not be noticeable at all. It was Xenos, cloaked as he crept through the door slowly to look at his surroundings. He noticed the Prince was currently talking with some noble. Deciding it probably wouldn't be best to drop in, he tip toed to the side so he can appear when they're done talking.
"You'll accompany my Father and I to the Institute of War for a certain trial. Get a taste of the other City-States as they are now. Attend to your estate, Dunwall." The Prince replied tersely, scanning the room before wiping his brow. Rising to stretch, he let out a small yawn and shook his head before seating himself once more.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Feb 3, 2013 21:10:37 GMT -5
"Thank you sir. I shall see that the estate is constructed as fast as it can be." Gillam bowed once more, then exited the throne room, his plate greaves making a sound on the floor that resonated across the large room.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Post by Metallic Assassin on Feb 3, 2013 22:32:32 GMT -5
Seeing how the man was finally gone, he got up and began to move towards the center of the room. "I thought he would never leave." He said before he revealed himself at the other end of the throne room. "Would his Royal Majesty be able to spare a moment to talk?"
"Hmm?" The Prince was rubbing his brow when he heard another voice from within the room. He couldn't help but let out another yawn, shooting a petulant glance at the doors. "Another noble seeking an audience with me? What is it you request of me citizen?" He shakes to rid himself of drowsiness and looks up to see Xenos approaching the center of the room. Jarvan frowns and grunts, very displeased with the uninvited guest. "What is it you want?" He stands and points his lance at the intruder. "We're both obviously busy men, let's cut to the quick of it shall we?" He speaks, surveying the strange man before him.
Post by Metallic Assassin on Feb 15, 2013 7:28:41 GMT -5
Xenos couldn't help but smile under his metallic veil. His stealth and mystery had caught the Prince's eye. "Relax your Highness, I am not the enemy. In fact, we may be allies." He said as he began pacing back and forth. "We all have enemies Your Highness. Demacia and Noxus, Piltover and Zaun, Ionia and Noxus, Piltover and Noxus, the list can go on for a little bit. Now we all want to get rid of our enemies, no? Whether it be war, or those make believe battlegrounds called the Fields of Justice, the best way is through hired blade. The strongest, fastest, and some of the greatest warriors obeying your command with a simple bag of gold." He pulls out his katana and plants it into the ground. "I, one of those great hired blades, wish to lend my services and obey your great will." He got on one knee, gripping the hilt of the blade. "It would be a great honor to serve you... For a fee of course."
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Feb 15, 2013 17:39:49 GMT -5
((So, I'm not sure if this is an open RP place or not, if this is disturbing, let me know. I'll remove this if need be. ))
The large doors of the Throne Room open again, but at first it seems no one enters. Then it would be visible that Ambassador Poppy has entered the room. She looks over to the guards of the room, bowing in a respectful fashion and turning to look over to the throne. It seemed that King Lightshield was not present, and the Prince seemed busy. Shrugging, she stands in an official pose and waits for either the Prince or the King to be ready.
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