Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 7, 2013 14:20:59 GMT -5
Summoner Vera's trundling wagon came to a halt before a low gate in the Sablestone Mountains. Even in her billowing summoner's robe, she could have scaled it if she had so desired. But her cart bore supplies that would be needed in the coming days. Weeks? Months? She pondered the possible extend of her impending travels--perhaps the League would request further action once the shrouded lands of Icathia had been scouted. Where would they send her then? And why her? Perhaps because the elder summoners were now busy maintaining the illusion of control, attempting to calm a panicked public. But word had spread by now; Vera could feel the intensity in the air.
"Hello?" she called, her voice echoing off the mountains.
From a hidden perch in what seemed to be a hollowed boulder, a brown-furred yordle peaked his head. "Name and business, summoner?" he chirped.
"Summoner Vera Lorian on League business," she recited, her tone stronger than she felt. She would soon be face-to-face with some of the same champions that had attended her disastrous meeting. She wondered briefly if the same volatile group would appear in Bandle City tomorrow and whether she would be able to keep them from quarreling.
At least she was not alone in it this time. In the back of the cart, a blond-haired summoner stirred. He, too, was dressed in purple robes, but his were trimmed ornately. He sat up, yawned and stretched, muttering, "Oh, are we here already?"
Vera smirked. "Yes, well.. You slept nearly the whole way."
The blond-haired summoner yawned again. "Guess I needed it."
The guard yordle called from his perch, "Gates are openin'! Stand clear!" and began to turn a little crank. The gates indeed drew open, and there in the distance sat Bandle City. Vera waved to the guard and urged her yak onward...
The city was bustling--little people running here and there, whistling as they worked, skipping about in the streets. Some of them waved at Vera as she rode into town. Hard to believe that nigh a hundred miles from here lay the League's interest, the focus of her expedition.
She was a day early, but Vera peered around anyhow for any familiar champion faces. She steeled herself. She'd make a new impression, buy a round of... whatever it was yordles drank... and lay down the law. They had a mission, a focus. This was not the time for the quarreling of city-states.
Last Edit: Jan 8, 2013 23:33:48 GMT -5 by Dungeon Master
Post by Dennison Jadefellow on Jan 8, 2013 18:09:56 GMT -5
The mayor was busy at work in the town hall, but word spread quickly through the city that summoners had arrived. It came as a shock to him, not having expected the League representative to arrive so early. He quickly sent out some officials to arrange for the stay of the coming champions. They'd already begun a few preparations, but things were moving quicker than anticipated in the usually peaceful city.
Dennis Jadefellow moves out after giving his short list of directions to his assistant, standing atop the great staircase and looking down at the town square's fountain. He could see the summoner and her yak approaching, and decided to welcome the visitors. Carefully yet quickly he makes his way down the steps and over to the wagon, calling for it to halt.
"Ah, you're early I see! Well, well, welcome to Bandle City, miss... miss....... hmm, I don't believe I got your name, now, do I know you?"
Mysterious eyes watched over the moment in time, finding no figures familiar. All it could do was wait for something to happen. And try not to kill every yordle in sight.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 8, 2013 19:53:02 GMT -5
Little did those "mysterious eyes" know that they were being watched by another set of mysterious eyes in silence. Nothing slipped past the scout when it came to things entering or leaving Bandle, but the summoner was not as important as were the other champions who may be arriving. It was important he keep his eye on them at all times...
Tryndamere arrived at Bandle City for the first time. As he entered the city he noticed how green the place was compared to Freljord. He walked along the wooden roads towering over the small yordles. He didn't want to attract too much attention but with his size that was impossible. Tryndamere had no idea where the meeting was going to take place so he asked different yordles along the road he was walking. "Have you seen any summoner around here?" His voice was loud and intimidating. The yordles would flee before he could even finish his sentence. Sigh. "This is gonna take a while."
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 8, 2013 22:10:53 GMT -5
A young scout approaches the Freljordian king, saluting to him. Like the other scouts, he'd been assigned a champion to follow and guide to the location of the meeting at the town hall, which happened to be the only location capable of housing such an event.
"Greetings, King Tryndamere. I'm here to be your guide for this day. Call me Scraps, if you'd like."
((I hope it's alright that I use this as a way of getting the champs through the city... and all of the scouts are NPCs that you guys are free to use for yourself for this. ))
Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 8, 2013 23:41:49 GMT -5
Vera smiled brightly as she caught sight of the mayor. She clucked to the yak and slipped down from her seat, tying its reins to a post of the cart. "Mayor Jadefellow!" She gave a low bow, followed by an excited wave. "Summoner Vera.. We met briefly at the... at the um." Her voice quieted in embarrassment. "At the dignitary meeting."
The blond-haired summoner sat up in the back of the cart, hopped down and hurried over, lowering his hood. He smiled roguishly, white teeth glinting in the Bandle City sun. "Mayor Jadefellow! Summoner Derrick Azordia. It's a pleasure to meet you. The League's ever-grateful to Bandle for hosting us. We'll try to be out of your... fur? As soon as possible." He extended a low hand in greeting, still grinning.
Post by The Cryophoenix on Jan 8, 2013 23:52:04 GMT -5
Anivia soared easily on the gentle updrafts over the yordle city, searching through its narrow streets for a sign of her party. Were she a true bird of pray, the small creatures below would be tempting fare indeed. She shook her head at the unbidden thought. The yordles were as much a dominant species in this world as the humans. It was... strange. Rarely had two species so different achieved cohabitation on her own world. She marveled at the structures they built: miniturized versions of the humans' settlements. They could hardly be coincidence. Despite her admission of the yordles sentience, she catches her eyes darting from one furry citizen to the next rather than seeking out her fellow dignitaries. Searching this way would not yield her anything.
She descends rapidly into an empty square, no doubt to the panic of any guards at the city gates. The last thing she needed to do was dive upon one of their people, but a cloistered city behind the gates was foreign to her compared to the openness of the mountain cities. Once on the ground, she begins wandering the city by foot, seeking any citizen that might be willing to point her in the right direction.
The next street she entered held a small playground for the yordle children. Anivia froze completely upon making eye contact with the younglings. Would they fear her, and bring down the wrath of protective parents? Perhaps they would recognize her from the League battles. As long as the eye contact held, she would not risk any movements that might cause a panic.
Vera smiled brightly as she caught sight of the mayor. She clucked to the yak and slipped down from her seat, tying its reins to a post of the cart. "Mayor Jadefellow!" She gave a low bow, followed by an excited wave. "Summoner Vera.. We met briefly at the... at the um." Her voice quieted in embarrassment. "At the dignitary meeting."
The blond-haired summoner sat up in the back of the cart, hopped down and hurried over, lowering his hood. He smiled roguishly, white teeth glinting in the Bandle City sun. "Mayor Jadefellow! Summoner Derrick Azordia. It's a pleasure to meet you. The League's ever-grateful to Bandle for hosting us. We'll try to be out of your... fur? As soon as possible." He extended a low hand in greeting, still grinning.
The mayor pounds his cane on the ground twice excitedly, bowing his head slightly to Vera and returning the handshake for the male summoner.
"Yes, yes, good to see you both! I hope you don't mind that we have the meeting at our town hall behind me, but... eh, we don't exactly have many buildings that can house that many non-yordle beings, if you will. But don't you worry, now! Despite our high security, I've made arrangements for this to be as comfortable a stay as possible for everyone. I only ask that some form of order is kept. If arguments break out such as those at the last meeting..."
The mayor's expression darkens unusually for a moment as he grips his cane tighter.
"Well, let's just say I have a low tolerance for such bickering at important meetings. Is it alright if I've allowed a few of our local heroes to step in an calm things down if a fight should break out?"
Anivia soared easily on the gentle updrafts over the yordle city, searching through its narrow streets for a sign of her party. Were she a true bird of pray, the small creatures below would be tempting fare indeed. She shook her head at the unbidden thought. The yordles were as much a dominant species in this world as the humans. It was... strange. Rarely had two species so different achieved cohabitation on her own world. She marveled at the structures they built: miniturized versions of the humans' settlements. They could hardly be coincidence. Despite her admission of the yordles sentience, she catches her eyes darting from one furry citizen to the next rather than seeking out her fellow dignitaries. Searching this way would not yield her anything.
She descends rapidly into an empty square, no doubt to the panic of any guards at the city gates. The last thing she needed to do was dive upon one of their people, but a cloistered city behind the gates was foreign to her compared to the openness of the mountain cities. Once on the ground, she begins wandering the city by foot, seeking any citizen that might be willing to point her in the right direction.
The next street she entered held a small playground for the yordle children. Anivia froze completely upon making eye contact with the younglings. Would they fear her, and bring down the wrath of protective parents? Perhaps they would recognize her from the League battles. As long as the eye contact held, she would not risk any movements that might cause a panic.
((Just to keep things moving and add a little fun, I'll take care of this as well... but only because you got children involved. ;P))
The young yordles pause their actions, whispers going around that they were being watched and all turning to stare at the cryophoenix blankly. Soon, a young yordle girl (not exactly the brightest) giggles and skips over to Anivia, standing before her and waving excitedly.
"Hiiiiii birdie! Hihihihi~"
Eventually the other young ones come closer as well to admire a creature they'd never seen in person before. Unfortunately, a Bandle scout arrive shortly after this to break up the crowd and speak to the league champion. He stood poised and dignified, almost appearing like a stuck up noble. Giving her a short salute, the scout nods.
"Grettings, Anivia. My name is Lieutenant Ricky. As my fellow scouts do, you can feel free to call me Slacks. I'm here to act as your guide today. Shall we get going?"
((And like I said before, you're all welcome to control your own guide or the other NPCs in the village.))
Pantheon did not need to be told twice to be present at this coming event. The sheer notion of a battle outside of the Fields of Justice after all these years was more than enough to ensure his arrival. True, he did not have much love for yordles, but he would not be staying in Bandle City long, he hoped, at least. His approach to the gates of Bandle City would be without a sound, a habit of his, from his long time of training. He marched straight up to the gates, and then, making his presence known, shouted up to the guards upon the gate.
"I am Pantheon, the Artisan of War. I have arrived at the Leauge's calling. Where is it that I go?"
The young yordles pause their actions, whispers going around that they were being watched and all turning to stare at the cryophoenix blankly. Soon, a young yordle girl (not exactly the brightest) giggles and skips over to Anivia, standing before her and waving excitedly.
"Hiiiiii birdie! Hihihihi~"
Eventually the other young ones come closer as well to admire a creature they'd never seen in person before. Unfortunately, a Bandle scout arrive shortly after this to break up the crowd and speak to the league champion. He stood poised and dignified, almost appearing like a stuck up noble. Giving her a short salute, the scout nods.
" Greetings, Anivia. My name is Lieutenant Ricky. As my fellow scouts do, you can feel free to call me Slacks. I'm here to act as your guide today. Shall we get going?"
Anivia remains perfectly rigid as more and more tiny faces turn to watch her. No doubt was left in her mind: she was not in the right place. Finally, a small yordle breaks the tension, skipping toward her with a giggle. Anivia's relief is almost tangible as she allows her entire body to relax, drooping her head slightly to watch the approaching child. She bows with an excess of formality, an uncharacteristic warmth fills her voice: "Hello, young one. Perhaps you have seen other strangers in town?"
Upon rising, she sees more yordles come running to the new spectacle she had provided. Unfortunately, they came with all of their glee, noise, and games. Anything response from the first yordle might have made was lost in the bewildering cacophony. Anivia finds herself slowly backing away from the children as they grow more brave. And suddenly, they were upon her, driven by a mixture of curiosity and the dares of friends. She raises her wings in bewilderment as the first child dives between her legs, only to find herself unable to lower them without striking a furry head, the spectacle becoming all the more enticing to the yordle children. "Please, I don't think..." she doesn't finish the sentence, realizing how useless it was. In desperation, she curtails her power to the greatest of her ability so as not to inadvertently harm the little ones and begins scanning the street for any kind of adult who might be able to bring the children into line.
Fortunately, her savior was already on the way in the form of a Scout of the Mothership. In Anivia's eyes, he was hardly distinguishable from any other yordle she had seen, yet with a single call that she could hardly distinguish above the children's din, they began to assemble around him. She shakes out her wings and folds them carefully on upon her back, attempting to regain some semblance of dignity as the lieutenant speaks a few terse words, dispelling the crowd. At first, the children almost appear ashamed, some turning back with apologetic looks, but within moments they return to their excited play in the square.
She returns the yordle's salute with a declination of her head. "My thanks, Slacks. I apologize for the disturbance I caused. If you would please take me to the meeting place of our small group..." The two walk in relative silence, the yordle with an air of militant superiority while Anivia was unready to engage him in casual conversation after the manner of their meeting. As they approached the great fountain in the center of town, Anivia could see that she was the first champion to arrive at their meeting. She stepped forward to introduce herself, "Greetings, summoners. I am here to represent the Ursine and Yeti people of Freljord. I am also here in the interest of the magical balance of this world," She added as an afterthought. If her own calling forced her to action in this journey, she would not hesitate to act in the interest of the world over those of her people.
Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 9, 2013 13:28:07 GMT -5
"Not at all, mayor! And as for misbehaving warriors and wizards, the League did send me with a few tricks up my sleeve. Not to worry!" While Derrick reassured Mayor Jadefellow, Vera's eyes wandered the miniature streets as though she were trying to distract herself from the embarrassing memories of her previous meeting. She was glad Derrick was here, but he could be incredibly pompous sometimes--moreso since the borders of his robes had been encrusted with diamonds, an indication of his rank and prowess as a summoner.
Her gaze fell upon the approaching Cryophoenix and she tugged at his arm. "Oh, look! She's beautiful close up," she said rapturously. Derrick quirked a brow and turned to greet the great icy bird.
"Ah, the League is glad to receive your assistance," he bowed quickly, rising with a playful grin. "Good to see you looking well, despite the current climate. Summoner Derrick Azordia, at your service."
Last Edit: Jan 9, 2013 13:28:43 GMT -5 by Dungeon Master
Post by heimerdinger on Jan 9, 2013 14:42:57 GMT -5
A rather strange-looking ship approached Bandle City. It was not particularly large, but it was enough to cast a shadow over those at the meeting. It slowly descended towards a nearby plaza, where it landed. The hull started levitating upwards, splitting the machine in half in a cloud of hot steam.
Heimerdinger jumped off the machine, turned towards it and pressed a button on a remote. The hull slowly descended upon the main frame and the machine shut down.
Immediately after, Heimerdinger looked around and noticed Tryndamere's imposing figure and Anivia's icy frame standing above the yordles. "That's what I love about these meetings - they're pretty hard to miss." With a light step, he approached the group.
"Salutations, summoners, champions and civilians alike. As head and founding member of the Yordle Academy of Science and Progress, I have arrived to represent it as a whole." He looked at his wrist watch. "Does anyone have news about the other representatives? It would be preferable for me to get this done as soon as possible; I have important work to get back to."
Last Edit: Jan 9, 2013 14:57:18 GMT -5 by heimerdinger
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