As the king made his proclamation, Thresh grew deathly quiet, his metallic visage contorting into an expression of sullen outrage as he juggled the implications of the statement. The decision was nothing short of madness, asinine in countless ways, and above all, a sign of weakness. It was the girl, no doubt. Likely the King hung upon her words, enthralled by her meaningless siren song temperament. It would figure that even when she was entrapped within the clutches of the damned, the damsel would still be tended to. That he would have to release the souls of Demacia as well was utter drivel as well.
"And what, my liege," Thresh spat, the ghostly flames behind his mask flaring dangerously, "Could have inspired such a decision? Our adversaries have been brought to their knees by a mere expeditionary force, yet we retreat like whipped hounds at the apex of our inevitable victory when approached by foes we could grind 'neath our heel. We prepare for our return over the course of centuries, yet we advance inch by inch, allowing the living ample time to further their defenses."
"And then there is her," the Warden snarled, leveling his scythe at the hooded woman by the throne. "A boon comes to us amidst our triumphs, a prisoner of prime value to our foes. And yet it is our foes who seem to be stating the terms of negotiation, and you who is bowing before them! What authority can they claim to have over us when the betrothed of the worthless filth they call royalty is helpless in our clutches? Clearly, authority enough to force you to turn your back upon your own, Majesty."
Mordekaiser looked over at Thresh as he questioned the King with no fear. The Warden of all people showing more bravery than him. It have himself a small boost of courageto speak up to the King. He gestured a metallic hand to Thresh before before speaking. "Thresh is right. We were THIS close!" He said as he held out his hand, his index finger and thumb just BARELY making contact with each other. "You defied death yet you let measly summoners win! You have power BEYOND comprehension yet we lose anyhow!" He said before looking at the woman. "And this woman isn't helping the situation either, considering you let her sit by your feat like some pet."
If Marabelle could see him, he would give her a death glare, before saying, "If I didn't KNOW any better I'd say you have grown soft for Jarvan's whore." He said as he pointed at her. "She would be better off as part of the Isles instead of being some honorary gust like you make it." He said as he stepped forward, letting his mace hit the floor with a loud crash. The metal screeched horrifically, almost like the Warden's chains but with more force and strength behind it. A white aura glowed in his free hand as he continued to step forward. "In fact, allow me to help with her transfer right now." He said as he lifted his hand up. He glared at Marabelle, as he shot his hand out at her, the aura of white shooting from his hand, ready to make contact with her in the form of his ultimate, soul sucking spell. The Children of the Grave. He didn't care if the King would object, or if his little pony would charge in to stop him. It was best to have her as part of the Isles instead of being a mortal. "It's for your own good sire! As well as ours!" He said, the spell seconds away from hitting Marabelle.
Post by The Ruined King on May 23, 2013 22:33:41 GMT -5
A low rolling growl could be heard from the King as his Champions objected to Belle being here. His eyes simply watched impassively as each spoke in turn, his patience thinning with each objection to Belle being here. If anyone were to look, they would notice the hand upon the arm rest had clenched it tightly, the stone work of the throne splintered slightly beneath his grip. He pushed himself to wait patiently as Mordekaiser spoke again. The whole time The King never said a word and simply listened. He would come across like a statue if not for the dull blue fire that emitted from his eyes.
As soon as Morde's mace hit the ground and the screech of metal resonated throughout the hall The Ruined King lifted himself and sat upright, his eyes looked down upon the Master of Metal. A low guttural growl rumbled from the King as Mordekaiser's hand ignited with the white aura, a warning to the Master of Metal to not dare attempt to harm Belle.
At once the King stood as the spell shot toward Belle. The light from the Throne Room vanishing as The Ruined King's eyes flared brightly with anger, the cyan colored spirit fire burned brightly as though fueled by the king's outrage. Mordekaiser would immediately feel his power leaving his form, his armor grew heavy, his limbs weakened. The Master of Metal's Children of the Grave seemed to hit an invisible barrier only to be snuffed out completely, black energy rippled out about Marabelle in a sphere shaped that surrounded her as the black magic fueled barrier absorbed the spell using it to strengthen itself.
The King's eyes were trained upon Morde as he took a step down from the throne, the king raised a palm toward the Master of Metal, black glowing sigils fading into existence upon the length of the king's armor. Each word the King spoke would be like a spear of agony impaling itself within Mordekaiser's skull,
[shadow=red,left,300]"YOU DARE RAISE YOUR POWER AGAINST HER. YOU DARE DEFY ME?! YOU ARE BUT A WORM BEFORE ME MORDEKAISER. YOUR POWER IS NOTHING AGAINST MINE."[/shadow]
At once the Master of Metal would feel himself hit by a sudden impact from behind as though hit by the force of a powerful explosion. The castle itself seemed to quake as the King summoned but a small portion of his strength, Mordekaiser would find himself thrown into the steps leading to the throne, his skull slammed into the corner of on step with such force it broke the step leaving a large gouge in the stonework.
The King lifted his right leg, slamming the heel of his sabaton down upon Mordekaiser's head to further crush it into the stone beneath it.
"I gave you your undeath... Master of Metal. I can just as easily take it away."
His eyes immediately turn upon Thresh and moved to Hecarim his voice lowering the rage seeming to disappear, "You both know why I keep her here."
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on May 23, 2013 23:23:03 GMT -5
The responses from each became more harsh as they spoke only amplifying the discomfort she felt tearing through her. What would they do? Their words were harsh, harsher still to come as each seemed to pick up where the last left off. Protesting the King's decision. Protesting that a living human would be allowed to remain alive on the Isles.
They were right of course. Why was she still alive?
Belle's fingers curled against the hood of the cloak to tighten it beneath her chin with a growing sense of unease. She had expected outbursts, and arguments. She expected fingers to be pointed at her. Thresh's voice; each word he spoke was like fingernails to a chalk board. It set her skin on edge and covered her in goosebumps as she listened in silence to his protests. His venomous tongue making her feel ill.
Fear.
The all too familiar sensation had taken hold again. She could feel her heart beating heavily as it raced within her chest. Every beat was tormenting under the scrutinizing gaze of the gathered Champions. Every hint of breath was shaken, quickened and painful as she struggled to breathe under the weight of tension in the air.
Then it happened. The sound of the mace crashing into the ground caused Belle to jump in startle, letting out a peep of a cry. She was on her feet and cowering back slowly and ever so slightly distancing herself from the throne. She could barely manage to look up, and only in time to witness the white glow suddenly spiraling towards her. Her eyes widened, irises shrunk and she froze.
It was in that moment her right eye seemed to change, and a black mist would begin to form against the right side of her face, down her chin and into the darkness of the cloak. Her right iris turned a vivid golden color, tainted by the essence of the Isles. Her other remaining a teal, with an ivory armor just barely visible forming across her forehead and her left side.
The lights blinked out, and she thought she might have completely blacked out. Until she watched the white aura crash into an ebony shield as it surrounded her. Shocked, Belle staggered back further away from the confrontation, stumbling clumsily to gain distance.
The sound of metal striking the stone steps caused her to pause. She slowly turned, eyes falling to the being that had been dropped and the voice of the King resonating around with a thunderous presence. She shook her head quickly, torn by fear and compassion as she started to move back towards the scene, "Your Majesty.." She said, her voice shaking with each word, "P-Please... Th-there is no need for.." Swallowing hard as she tried to speak the words and maintain her composure, "..for violence.." Was she defending him? The Master of Metal? Her fingers pinched the inside of the cloak tightly around her as she kept her head bowed. She did not wish to defy the King, but to see such violence over her.. It pained her intensely and she simply could not bare it. She couldn't remain silent.
Belle tried to keep her face concealed, but most would be able to make out at least the ebony edges of chaotic armor that had crept along the right side of her face. Along with the worried look upon her expression, and the pain-filled eyes that dare not be lifted for fear of showing disrespect in such a tense moment.
A slight smirk appeared upon Azazel's lips as everyone stood against the king, his eyes widen however when Mordekaiser actually attacks Belle with the intent to end her life...
Azazel immediately backed away from the throne as the darkness fell across the throne room. Fear pierced his heart like a spike, he watched in silence as Mordekaiser was thrown off his feet by some invisible force and slammed into the steps only to have his head crushed into the stone by the King's foot... No doubt the King would provide her with extra protection from now on... damn that metal oaf.
Legion stood there silently, as if it didn't hear the voices of Thresh and Mordekaiser laced with their outrage. Nor did it flinch or move when the Master of Metal attacked Belle, intent on ending her as she was. When the King made his move, Legion remained as a statue, as if it knew how the unfolding events would turn out. For it knew the King, it knew the champions of the isles, but who Legion didn't know was the girl. Throughout the entirety of the events in the throne room, the Voice of the Legion's gaze did not turn away from the girl. And then it felt something, something that touched it's very core. It was a whisper of power that emanated from the mortal girl, a power that felt familiar and yet totally alien. To this, the host tilted it's head slightly in curiosity, making it the only movement it made since entering the throne room .
"We are the King's Legion. Fear us, for we are many. Join us, for you will die. There is no sweeter mercy we can grant than your release from the mortal coil."
Mordekaiser's smile grew wider and wider as the spell was reaching towards his target. Then the lights went out and the spell didn't hit... Ah crap... Mordekaiser moved a hand to cover his eyes from the sudden bright light that was the King's angered eyes. Then came the fatigue. His grand and powerful armor being nothing more than unnecessary weight for him as the mace that was in his grasp fell from his hand. He slowly dropped to one knee, trying to keep himself up as he supported himself with a tightly clenched fist.
Then came the pain. He gritted his teeth as he grunted in pain. Sure, it hurt like hell, but he didn't want show weakness. Not in front of the others, and not screaming like a coward much like Azazel. Once he was done speaking, he was about to fall over before the explosion of magic happened and launched him forward. At this point the pain was nothing, all numbed from the amount before. His head crashed first into the corner of the step, looking up at Marabelle. His eyes held anger in them, eyes that told her that he would strangle her with her own two fingers and watch her die agonizingly slowly. Then foot came, causing him to grunt from the impact.
Then something interesting came... She began to change? How? Perhaps... It was the Shadow Isles. So maybe he wouldn't even need to do anything to her, and perhaps let the taint take her? Though what surprised him even more was when she asked the King to STOP. Why? He had insulted her, belittled her, and then attempted to KILL her. Why on earth would she defend him? It only made it worse to show that a woman like her couldn't belong here because of how she was too compassionate. Though he hated it. He didn't want HER help of all people. A help from a mortal was worse than any punishment the King could deal him, even death.
As Mordekaiser attempted to destroy the mortal woman, Thresh mentally berated his hulking contemporary. To anger the Ruined King was to invite a fate worse than death upon oneself, even one of his most favored servants. The King, regardless was clearly losing his touch, and in dear need of a reassessment of priorities. Even as Mordekaiser struck the ground after feeling the wrath of the King, Thresh's expression became one of righteous indignation. Stepping forward defiantly, the jagged teeth of the Warden's mask ground together with a shrill scraping as he gestured towards the Master of Metal.
"And so my point is made clear, milord," Thresh spat, ethereal flames blazing as his hair-like chains rattled. "We come to you in this hour not out of spite, but of concern. You turn upon your own in a fit of rage, and for what? A petulant, mortal woman, descendant of those who would see you undone."
"Do not think that you are alone in your yearning for what is passed either," the Warden continued on, impassioned by the King's parting words. "Do not forget what it is that I too fight for. And yet you have robbed me of my vengeance upon those who have wronged me, who took them from me. For centuries I have toiled, serving you unwaveringly in all that I do, if only for the chance that I may see them again some day, that I may at last be completed in this plane. All of us, the chosen among the damned, fight for that which we lost before our untimely demises. We can never be complete, never be whole once more until we have retaken that which was ours; but now, now our ambitions are threatened.
"We stand poised to reclaim that which was taken from us, and because our almighty leader has found what could be seen as a replacement for what he lost. You look upon this creature and you see her, but we your subjects see true: one of the Demacian brat's painted dolls, an insult to the memory of the one you lost. I feel this yearning, Majesty, but I will not rest 'til I have retaken all that was lost; I'll not settle for the deserted, ramshackle husk that once was Doolin!
"This woman, my lord, may bring stirrings of the past back to the surface," Thresh stated after a pause, beginning to wind down. "But she is not the one whose memory you fight for. Who, Majesty, is to say that distracting yourself with this woman, the same fate as before will befall you? To be cast down to ruin once more, to become lord of naught but the flesh flies and carrion worms..."
Bowing his head slightly, Thresh's gaze never wavered from the spectral monarch before him. "We protest, my lord, not of jealousy or spite towards the living. We protest because we remember the lost."
Post by The Ruined King on May 26, 2013 1:30:33 GMT -5
The King grew silent, his foot lifted from Mordekaiser's metal helm as Thresh spoke, the King's attention solely focused upon Thresh the words he spoke. It was impossible to see his expression behind the full faced helm that obscured his face. Light soon returned to the great hall however, Mordekaiser's strength would return to his limbs allowing him to move away from the King and throne.
His gaze shifted to Belle as she pleaded for Mordekaiser to be unharmed, he raised his arm once more, the sigils flashing upon his armor. Belle's movement towards Mordekaiser would be halted, her limbs suddenly losing all ability to move forward if she tried, "And who are you to make requests of me within my own kingdom?" his voice had somewhat lost most of the force behind it, confusion was clearly clouding the King's mind, conflicted between his loyalty for his subjects and the memory of her.
The King sat heavily upon the throne, his head bowed as Thresh's words sunk in. He had essentially betrayed one of his own for the sake of a replica, yet... When he looked at her, he did not see the woman he once loved, but someone else entirely. He growled as he raised his head, anger flaring in his voice as he looked upon Mordekaiser, "You will leave us." He then gestured to Evelynn and Azazel, "Leave."
The King would wait until all three had left, leaving Hecarim, Thresh and the immobile Belle within the Throne Room. "And what would you have me do? Kill her? Raise her soul as a member of the Isles to further torment the Demacians, or simply discard the carcass to the hounds."
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on May 26, 2013 4:45:42 GMT -5
The words from Thresh caused her to slow, though her path remained unchanged as she had approached. Her? She didn't understand what he had meant. TRK hadn't told her of any such thing, but she knew the way he seemed to feel for her. It started to all make sense as she listened.
The anger of the room was boiling over in the darkness, and as light flooded the cold, placid air, Belle winced slightly as if taken by surprise. Chills rushed down her mortal spine as she heard the speech continue from Thresh, wanting to shout at him and tell him to quiet himself. But she remained silent under the gaze of many, most filled with such intense hatred she could almost feel it burning at her skin. The dark cloak lifted slightly away from her body, showing the layers of deep purples, blues and just the faintest outlines of gold that made up her outfit, both beautiful and haunting to look upon.
Unexpected weight upon her limbs forced her to slow, stopping her motion forward as she slowly collapsed to her knees with a confused look rushing across her features. The voice of TRK causing her to let out a startled gasp, turning her gaze up towards him with a frightened look.
"M-Majesty-" She felt herself bite her tongue as her head lowered quickly and bowed. She was visibly shaking, terrified of what might come next. What would happen to Demacia? To herself? If Thresh and anyone else won his logic over, she could well join the Isles as a permanent addition and never be able to go home. But worst still, Demacia's people may suffer a fate worse then her own.. And she would do anything to protect them. She would not grovel before them, but she would show respect and understanding of her place.
She was a prisoner. She had no status. At any moment, she could die.. And the taint of the Isles was ever more creeping into her being, and corrupting the purity of her soul.
There was no winning. Only lives, and souls to be saved.. And she remained, willing to be the sacrifice.
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Post by The Widowmaker on May 26, 2013 20:53:39 GMT -5
Evelynn simply watched with a small smile playing on her lips as the events unfolded, her molten yellow eyes glowed brightly as Mordekaiser was slammed into the steps and stomped on. He was a fool, why disrespect the King in such a way in front of his more loyal subjects? She remained silent as the King tells them to leave she simply turned and walks away, hips swaying with each step until the shadows seemed to swallow her in darkness.
A certain little birdy will be interested in knowing what was going on~
Mordekaiser gets up, dusting the dirt off him as he looks down at Marabelle. Thresh was right. Not only was she a no-good mortal, but she was just a tool to help fill the void. A void that was not needed right now and a void that would only ruin things in the future. He looked at the King as he told the others to leave, turning back to the crowd before looking back again to Marabelle. He looked at her, giving her a soul piercing glare at her as he walked down the steps of the throne.
He walked down the steps as he walked over to the mace, picking up the handle as he just let the spikes drag along the floor. It was his own way of subtly rebelling against him, as the sharp metal screeched along the stone floor and made its marking well known to the King. He stopped as he looked over at Hecarim and Thresh. He gave them a small look and a nod, a look wishing them good luck in trying to talk some sense into their leader. The longer this woman stayed mortal in their land, the worse it would turns things out for them.
Once outside he walked along the trail, breathing heavily as anger was swelling inside of him once more. He turned to a large rock alongside the main road, and with a small roar of frustration, he lifted his mace and smashed the rock to bits with his force and strength. "Damn that woman to hell! She's ruined EVERYTHING!" He growled as he hefted the mace onto his shoulder. "If I was in charge... She'd already be walking amongst our ranks with the rest of her people." He said as he continued walking down the road.
Azazel sneered as he was told to leave, "By your command... sire." His form erupts into a pillar of black smoke before it arced toward the door leaving a thin smokey trail behind him, he shot out past Morde, streaks of blue could be seen along the smoke, presumably the fire from his eyes.
Outside, as Morde crushed the rock with his mace, Azazel's voice would sound from behind him, "Hmm? You think you could rule?"
Mordekaiser turns away from the road ahead of him to look at him with a glare. He didn't have time for bullshit right now, and this measly undead summoner fell under the category unfortunately. "Go away Azazel. I don't need your pointless statements." He said as he turned back to the road and continued walking, the ground shaking ever so slightly with his grand steps.
He did think his question over. DID he want to rule? It sounded cool and all, but would it be worth the trouble of going through the Legion and possibly the other champions? And even then there could Marabelle and the fact of how the Ruined King was connected to these lands. "I can tell you one thing. We wouldn't have weak-willed mortals being treated as GUESTS in a world they are not worthy of. Not even death would be good for the likes of her." He said, his temper rising again. It seems ever since this Demacian incident he's wanted to punch, shout in anger, and kill stuff.
Legion watched as they left the chambers, making a note to repair the indentation that Mordekaiser left in his tantrum.The host then turned to the King and asked in it's raspy voice.
"What would you have us do Lord. We will follow your will, as we are loyal as we always have been."
It then looked at Marabelle for a moment, it's features fathomless under the clothes that shrouded it.
"As for our opinion of the woman, we will go by your will, it matters not what becomes of her.Though we are curious on how a mortal reacts to long term exposure to this place."
"We are the King's Legion. Fear us, for we are many. Join us, for you will die. There is no sweeter mercy we can grant than your release from the mortal coil."
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