Post by The Twisted Treant on Jun 22, 2013 7:19:53 GMT -5
Great booming steps that seemed to shake the earth anywhere near them could be heard. Anyone staring in their direction could see an unusual, and possibly terrifying sight: A giant moving tree. The great treant was not reduced in size like he normally was during League matches, and was easily bigger than most homes. Anyone staring at him long enough would also see what amounted to a small army of saplings, both crawling around on the treant itself and following him on the ground.
Maokai, however, barely even noticed if anyone saw him, because he was not looking for humans. Every couple of miles, he would stop moving, his roots going into the soil, looking for something specific. The treant would stay like this for several minutes before letting out an irritated growl and moving on.
Post by Dungeon Master on Jun 22, 2013 13:46:11 GMT -5
Laid out before the treant, a great stretch of charred and blackened earth went on for miles, like a tar field sizzling beneath the summer sun. Heat rose in visible waves from its scorched surface. There was no grass in sight, no life here on the Western Noxian borderlands but the treant and his kin--and in the distance loomed a wall: thirty meters high and nearly as black as the ruined land around. There was spellcraft in this place, defected summoner incantations inside the garrison. Even at this distance, Maokai could hear them echo out over the wastes, sense these bearers of accursed magicks.
When his roots dug in beneath the ash, a story from the earth unfolded beneath his feet, traveled up his trunk and played out before his glowing eyes. Twelve hundred soldier feet marched in formation past the flames, which burned hot over villages and crops. And trudging ever onward, destruction in their wake, another single pair of blazing footsteps parted fire to meet them. A clash of heroes, blades and chemicals and magics in the flames of grim destruction, took place here.
Post by The Twisted Treant on Jun 23, 2013 6:39:38 GMT -5
And the treant was filled with sorrow.
Sorrow for a being who only existed to destroy everything.
Sorrow for humans whose lives were thrown away so casually.
And as the treant stood in that decimated wasteland, it's gaze focused solely on the blackened wall, behind which he could feel the thrum of the magicks that had brought it to life in the first place. Behind those walls lay irresponsible mages doing who knew what with energies they couldn't comprehend.
The treant would not let these people desecrate this land any further. They had to be removed before he could begin his work. With this thought in mind, he began his approach towards the walls, ready to smash whoever resided inside.
The saplings would watch him go, not following as per his silent command.
Post by Andre Bleakwood on Jun 23, 2013 20:01:34 GMT -5
Such a thing was not invisible to the Sentries on the Wall. Bells were rung and war horns sounded. It took only minutes for Andre to be on top of the Wall.
Andre stood atop the Wall.
"Hell and damnation, is that Maokai? Motherfucker is huge." Andre whispers to himself, shocked by the size of the monster.
"Get me my mages and get them ready to burn that fucker down. And find Urgot and get him here. Tell him now is the chance to prove that he was a champion of the League. Archers get the torches and stand ready. When I say burn, I want him to spontaneously turn into the biggest fucking pile of ash since Brand came through. Buckets of water on hand and spears and polearms are to be given to all the men not shooting. If we get saplings, I want them gutted before they undo our hard work. I want to finish this damn Wall before I die of old fucking age." Andre growled at his officers at his sides and they all ran off to do the as asked, the soldier already running to positions along the wall to repel normal assault. "Men, if it attacks, group up on it's position and repel it. I think there is only one of it."
Andre turns back to the Treant and picks up a Piltoverian megaphone. It had a clearer audio in his opinion than much of what he had seen in Zaun. Still would rather just yelling at the thing, but he was taking no chances being misheard.
"In the name of Grand General Swain and Noxus, I, General Andre Bleakwood, command you to stop and state your business or be declared hostile and attacked as an enemy of the state." Andre shouted into the megaphone.
Post by The Twisted Treant on Jun 24, 2013 0:57:29 GMT -5
The tree heard the clear sound of the man's voice through the megaphone. It could sense the life force of many humans behind the wall. Maokai stopped walking towards the structure. With a voice that shook the earth near it, he spoke.
Your foul magicks pollute this land. The earth is in pain.
The treant pressed it's massive left hand against the ground, scooping up dirt and ash. Maokai sensed the remains of many humans in the ash spread all over this land. Lives ended by violence.
More lives wasted.
The face on it's arm began to glow, the treant's hand closed into a fist. Anyone capable of using magic would be able to sense the tremendous energy being used here.
I wish to aid it.
The treant lowered it's hand back to the ground, pouring the dirt back into the hole he had made. Just barely poking out of the dirt, was a small branch with a couple of leaves sticking out of it.
Post by Andre Bleakwood on Jun 24, 2013 1:17:40 GMT -5
"Cease and desist that.....whatever the fuck that is. I don't give a damn about what the earth feels. I care about my people and my people are safer with that land cleared. Continue to do whatever you are doing and you will be fired upon by archers. This is your LAST warning." Andre said, his temper showing.
Dammit, ballista would be helpful at this point, but summoners and the grunts were more important more often.
Andre raised his fist into the air and fifty longbow men light arrows and drew back on their bows. Mages were trying to get line of sight from the lower levels and began to charge their own magics. A mage came up to Andre.
"Sir, it has channeled a great deal of energy."
"If it proves hostile, we end it. Then and ONLY then." Andre growled to the man. "I am not going to attack without damned good reason, especially if this is a League Champion."
Post by The Twisted Treant on Jun 24, 2013 12:24:52 GMT -5
The treant's glowing eyes focused on the wall, and the full weight of it's hatred could be felt in that gaze. Such foolish creatures, it thought to itself.
You wish to throw away your life to stop me? So be it.
It started to move towards the wall, the great steps of the treant cause the very earth to tremble beneath it. Sap seeped from the mouth on it's arm as it came closer, absorbing some of the magical energy from the spells being charged. There was tension in the air as the great tree got closer.
Post by Andre Bleakwood on Jun 25, 2013 11:05:16 GMT -5
"Get ready, boys! Time to remind the world who the fuck we are! We are the greatest Noxus has to offer in the defense of her lands. Let this remind the world that NO ONE fucks with Noxus. FIRE!"
Fifty flaming arrows soured towards the lumbering giant and fireballs slammed into the giant's body. Andre watched all that fire rain down, his face grim. It was not as effective looking as he hoped.
"Send word to Noxus. We are being attacked by what appears to be Maokai. We need more troops, bring up the oil, AND WHERE THE FUCKING HELL IS URGOT?" Andre yelled at a nearby officer, who was unsure of who to fear more at the moment, Andre with a sword in hand right here, or a giant walking tree out there.
Post by The Headsman's Pride on Jun 26, 2013 7:58:59 GMT -5
Urgot's shambling body peeked out of the stairs that lead atop the wall. Right here, Bleakwood. His hydraulic legs ferried him to Andre's right while his mechanical eye gazed at the volley of crimson fire that rained upon the wooden giant.
Tell your mages to not cast unnecesary spells. His bladed arm pointed towards Maokai's glowing trunk-arm. He'll absorb whatever magic you throw at him and heal his wounds with it.
Post by Andre Bleakwood on Jun 29, 2013 22:05:42 GMT -5
"Mages! Cease fire! Pull back and prepare to fortify the Wall against assault." Andre shouted down to his mages hastily and they ran down the ladders to prepare to enact defensive magics.
"Thank you, Commander. Your orders now are to repel all attackers at any and all costs, attempting to minimize damage to our command structure and Wall integrity. This Wall falls and we are all dead men, and Noxus takes a blow I will not allow. Kill that fucker or scare him off. You were a champion, now is the time to prove it." Andre said.
"AND WHERE THE FUCK IS MY OIL?! YOU SLOW ASS BASTARDS ARE A MOCKERY TO THE DAMNED UNIFORMS YOU WEAR! IF I DON'T HAVE MY FUCKING OIL IN FIVE MINUTES, I WILL START THROWING YOU OFF THE WALL AT THE THING UNTIL I GET IT!!! AT LEAST THEN YOU WOULD BE USEFUL!!!" Andre shouted at the nearby enlisted men while pointing his sword at a particularly pale private, who ran off screaming about oil.
Post by The Twisted Treant on Jul 1, 2013 2:46:22 GMT -5
The damage was already done, or undone as it were. The spells that had flown at the treant splashed against it, ineffective causing only small burn marks at most. The arrows were less effective, though many of them pierced the treebark covering the tree. Using the energy absorbed from the spells, Maokai's body expelled the arrows from itself, the sap seeping out from under the bark, covering even the tiniest scorch or puncture marks, dousing flames as they arose.
All the while, tension in the air rose, mages who noticed would see a giant swirling vortex of energy building in the air above them. With each pinprick and spell cast at the treant, it gained energy, moving faster and faster.
The tree made it's way not to the solid part of wall, but to the gates. It pulled it's massive trunk of a fist back, the face glowing and laughing deeply at the battle around it. With a grunt of effort, Maokai would slam it's huge fist against the gate, magical energy exploding from the impact point.
Post by Andre Bleakwood on Jul 2, 2013 9:28:34 GMT -5
"Sharing would be fucking kind of you, dead man."
Andre caught sight of a rather portly mage who had yet to fall back with the others. "I'll be right back." Andre said with a snarl as ran after the mage.
'I'm getting too old for this shit. Trees attacking my wall, working with this undead bastard, Void and Shadow Isles attacking. What will happen to us next?'
This train of thought ended when Andre tackled the mage. Fortunately for Andre the man's blubber, soaked up most of the hit. Unfortunately for the mage, he hit the oaken floor hard and Andre wasted no time in giving him orders.
"Get my summoners to Urgot, NOW! Fail in this and I will force feed you to that fucking tree myself. NOW GO!!" Andre said getting off the man and going back to Urgot.
"I recommend getting some spry man to serve you when you take command. Now, what was that master plan of - Oh shit. KILL THAT FUCKING OAK!" Andre said as he glanced down the wall to see Maokai ripping into the gate. Archers were still shooting and the oil was almost in position, but the gate would fall in minutes if nothing was done.
"Do be quick with whatever you fucking do Urgot, cause we don't have time." Andre growled as he went to an officer and took the man's lance.
"I'll buy you some, but it won't be much." He said as he marched to the edge of the wall and looked down to Maokai.
"BLOOD FOR NOXUS!!" He shouted as he leaped off, spear tip aimed for Maokai's oaken cranium.
Post by The Headsman's Pride on Jul 2, 2013 19:19:11 GMT -5
Urgot slowly neared towards the edge of the wall as the summoners gathered around him. Channel your magics into me, barked Urgot. His white, half-rotten eye frowned as he carefully aimed at the wooden colossus that currently smashed the noxian gate.
The summoners' powers flowed into him, causing him to be surged with overwhelming power. His cannon crackled with necromantic energy before firing a corrosive charge at Maokai. Just like in the fields, the summoner magic replenished the canisters within the cannon, letting Urgot rain down acidic grenades on the massive treant with impunity; which crashed and corroded its barky skin.
Sadly, Bleakwood happened to be on top of his target
Post by The Twisted Treant on Jul 4, 2013 17:40:39 GMT -5
The tree smashed it's fist against the gate, each blow wreaking havoc on it with the additional magical energy powering it's fist. When Andre jumped onto his head, spear first, Maokai stopped his assault to let out a loud roar, more out of irritation than actual pain. The treant did not feel pain in the same way humans did.
Maokai reached up and grabbed at the irritation, it's right hand wrapping around Andre in a tight grip before turning and throwing the man as hard as it could away.
The acid barrage hit moments later. The resulting roar of anger and pain as the new chemicals hit the treant and the earth was enough to shake dust loose from the wall. The swirling energy above the battlefield reached a peak with that, and Maokai's roar of pain caused the Vengeful Maelstrom to erupt.
Energy lashed out at everyone on the wall, hammering them with the combined physical force of everything they'd thrown at the treant. The acid continued eating away at Maokai, sap seeping out and trying to heal what it could, but the corrosive just continued to eat away at the treant's bark.
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