Pantheon had been standing at the back of the meeting hall for some time. He made no effort to make his presence known, he had no reason to do so. Getting to the meeting was a bit of a task. His utter unfamiliarity with Bandle City, coupled with his blunt attitude, made navigating rather troublesome. He eventually found the place, and, despite his imposing physical presence, made hardly a sound as he walked alongside the group. The very last thing he expected this meeting to be was straight to the point, as he would have liked it, and fully expected to be nearly bored to death by some needlessly long speech. Nevertheless, there was a battle to be fought, and suffering through this was a necessary sacrifice.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 14, 2013 17:05:01 GMT -5
With a groan, Teemo hops down from his perch on the fountain and shakes the excess water from his fur. He walks to the town hall and up the steps, still very damp and probably looking a little odd. When the scout enters the room he makes no effort to greet anyone, and moves quickly to a seat next to the mayor and eyes everyone silently, almost menacingly.
Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 14, 2013 23:57:52 GMT -5
"Good, then." Derrick Azordia seemed to take the silent frustration of his audience as an affirmation that everyone was present, though he did note, "Expected to see a few more faces. Shame." He cleared his throat, his signature roguish grin returning as he began his address.
"Distinguished champions of the League, thank you for your dedication to the safety of Valoran. We have all benefited from your sacrifices on the Fields of Justice--now we require your aid outside them. And you select few have answered the Institute's call. So again, on behalf of all Valoran's fair citizens, thank you." The summoner's diamond-hemmed robes sparkled in the cheery light of Bandle City's Town Hall, but the mood that hung over the room did not match this visual.
"Many of you have made difficult journeys to get here, so tonight, we sleep. Tomorrow, before sunrise, we depart for Icathia. We head northeast through the plains of yordle land and through a pass in the Sablestone Mountains, which should put us right on the outskirts of the ruins. As I'm certain has been mentioned, scrying is somehow limited in the general area of our destination. It's possible that other magics will be altered therein--especially if the Prophet of the Void is involved." Derrick glowered as Malzahar's title escaped his lips; he looked strange without his usual youthful grin. "He hasn't been seen or heard from since the break-in."
The summoner allowed himself a slight pause, scanning the room, the amalgam of diversity, the restless heroes before him. He was not nervous, as Vera had been. Quite the opposite. His overconfidence was evident in every toss of his head, every punctuation of a word with a flamboyant hand motion. "When we arrive in Icathia," he continued, "we may well be met with Void resistance. Who knows how far the Prophet's gone, how long he's been at this and what all he's had time to summon. That is the reason behind the League's insistence on such a large, capable party. Whatever we meet, we will fight. Whatever we fight, we will send back to the darkness. Valoran will prevail."
Straightening up, his boyish smile returning, Derrick added, "Any questions?"
Last Edit: Jan 14, 2013 23:59:11 GMT -5 by Dungeon Master
Titus is the first to stand up from his chair (due to his diminutive height.) His face is stern and his attitude is now serious. Now it may be the time for Titus to attempt to undermine the entire operation. But first, he needs to know what the champions will be facing.
"Yes. Which champions are going to be sent to Icathia? What intelligence do you have on that place? What is the purpose of the mission? And if any event that a champion should die permanently..."
Titus keenly looks at each champion present silently before continuing.
Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 15, 2013 0:33:04 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," Derrick furrowed a brow. "But who are you?" His tone sounded more of amusement than annoyance, but it was clear as he folded his diamond-decorated sleeves over his chest that he did not intend to re-brief the entire room for the sake of a single guest.
"Call me whatever. The mayor's friend or some guest. By the way, Titus is the name. And it seems like you and your expedition is going to charge at Icathia, running blind!"
In his mind, Titus is giggling from the inside. Let the filibustering, or whatever he's doing, begin.
Post by The Starchild on Jan 15, 2013 1:33:31 GMT -5
Soraka raises her hand. "Excuse me, sir Titus." She then stands in front of her chair and holds her hands in front of her lap. "I am here to prevent any champion who embarks on this quest from perishing. I will do the best of my ability to ensure everyone returns home." Soraka bowed elegantly, a gesture worthy of a celestial being. She then re-seats herself.
The cruelty of one will not blind me of the suffering of many.
Post by Jonathan Xiang-Lewis on Jan 15, 2013 2:22:05 GMT -5
Jon hears Soraka speaks and decides to stand up himself, his Options rising with him. "Mr. Titus, as a Combat Medic, I am also obligated to ensure that all members of this expedition return alive and well. Thank you." And with that, he gave a small salute and sat back on his chair again.
"There's only one thing that I know for sure is true: 'Truth is relative.'" -Jon
"What side you're on isn't of concern to me. What is of concern is that you're hurt, and I need to treat you for it." -Jon
"Contrary to what some believe, violence does not solve everything. In fact, it solves nothing." -Jon
Post by heimerdinger on Jan 15, 2013 2:35:30 GMT -5
Heimerdinger stood up on the chair. "Excuse me - we're departing to Icathia?. Tomorrow? Could the institute not have made such a thing clear in the invitation?"
He shook his head and rubbed his temples. "I cannot go on such an expedition without proper conditioning of my battle equipment - which I do not have here; and I cannot travel back to Piltover, prepare it, retrieve it and come back in one night." He looked down and exhaled a long sigh. "As usual, the Institute displays an astounding inability to organize itself..."
His gaze turned to Teemo. "Is there a facility in Bandle City I can utilize to prepare a few contraptions? I doubt my old workshop is usable anymore."
Titus then objects to it in attempt to put a seed of doubt on their minds.
"Anything can happen. I don't have faith that your healing skills can help you. I wouldn't worry if anyone should suffer wounds but the temptation in Icathia is the greatest threat. Do you know what happened to Malzahar?"
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 15, 2013 7:43:01 GMT -5
Teemo glances over at the inventor, ready to speak when Titus does so. He sighs and places a hand over the admiral's mouth, giving him a commanding glare to the eyes for a moment before removing his hand and turning back to the inventor.
"Well, I do know a place where Bandle has all of its machines built. Unfortunately it's the only one we have, that I know of, where you can freely work on your contraptions."
He takes a long pause, staring at Heimerdinger quite seriously, hoping to brace him for the news.
"It happens to be Rumble's workshop over in the junkyard."
Post by The Nine-Tailed Fox on Jan 15, 2013 10:34:19 GMT -5
And the sound of the collision didn't go unnoticed from Ahri's ears as they twitched the second they received the soundwave. She darted a glare at the inventor and shook her head, as if she was disapproving his attitude.
"So, if you don't have in possession the items you want, and I say 'want' because they are not needed. Will you abandon the mission that consists of saving the lands you were born on, just because things are a bit unorganized? I had a high opinion of you Heimerdinger."
Post by heimerdinger on Jan 15, 2013 10:58:54 GMT -5
Heimerdinger glared angrily at the kumiho. "You overestimate my abilities, Ahri." He chuckled. "An inventor is only as useful as the combination of his individual inventions, be it the ones he carries around or manages to build out of scrap on the fly. I doubt Icathia has much scrap for me to utilize; so without my contraptions I would be largely useless during this mission, I fear."
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