Post by The Spider Queen on Jul 18, 2013 10:38:13 GMT -5
Elise laughed. It wouldn't do for others to think she was being more then playful. She turned and looked out to sea. "Not necessarily, you only need best the biggest threat and the others will fall in line. But tell me, how do you plan on him simply not severing your line of power keeping your existence from going poof like a puff of smoke."
Elise was interested there was no doubt but she didn't understand how it was possible. The thought of getting revenge on the ruined king for his part in her humiliation had crossed her mind many times. But in the end she couldn't find any way to cause any damage that wouldn't get her destroyed utterly and so she fell into line like the rest and swallowed her pride. It was becoming a loathsome habit that had made her a very unhappy, restless spider of late.
"Best the biggest?" Azazel simply grinned, "And the rest will fall into place? As that not what we have done? Fall into place? Look at what is happening because of it." He clearly ignored the question about the King's ability to sever the ties of the undead. Something he was hiding perhaps?
"All you need to know for now, stay out of the way when the league arrives. Pick a side, stick to it. And pray you chose the right one." He leaned back against the rail looking over to Elise, "I am sure you will choose wisely." He then bowed his head and moved away from the Spider Queen.
Post by The Spider Queen on Jul 18, 2013 11:45:28 GMT -5
Azazel was a more interesting man then she had credited him with. Perhaps she had been trying to capture the wrong man in her webs. He seemed to be far more interesting the king. If he was more cunning and powerful was yet to be seen.
She stood silently as Azazel moved away from her. Things had gotten more interesting if making a dangerous situation even more so.
One of her spiders crawled up onto her hand and she lifted him up to her face in he palm. "What do you think little one? Should we gamble all on a roll of the dice?"
Elise stood looking out at the sea and contemplated her options.
Post by Kiersta Mandrake on Jul 19, 2013 2:43:18 GMT -5
The presence of the League’s ship became apparent from the stormy waters of the open sea long before either crew would spot the vessel. From the northwest, the malaise of undeath began to dissipate, a single streak cutting through the bleakness of the clouds. The Institute vessel hailed from the mouth of the Serpentine River, its own journey many times longer than the Demacian or Shadow Island vessels. Finally, a sail appeared on the horizon, wreathed in a fiery purple glow. The mages of the League did not leave their sailing to chance.
The vessel approached at a speed unbefitting a warship, and as it launched into view from one wave top to the next, the reason became apparent. Purple gleam fading from its sails, the boat appeared to shrink from a mighty force to be reckoned with to nothing more than a skiff slowing to a stop between the Demacian frigate and Shadow Island warship. Four summoners, cloaked in the hooded purple robes of the institute, gathered themselves up from their positions on the corners of the small vessel and walked toward its small cabin, the entire vessel capable of holding no more than a crew of 16 men.
Kiersta Mandrake herself strode from cabin door, the mantled collar of League authority high around her neck. She glanced toward the Shadow Island vessel with veiled scepticism as the mage ship’s aura washed forward, lifting the aura quandary and despair from like a shallow breeze. Just weeks ago, she had been fighting these beings for Demacian lives after an unannounced and unprovoked attack. Even if the Shadow Islands had claimed to come talk of peace, starting the talks with a mental attack was hardly good indicator of their intentions. The gathered summoners bowed and took their leave of the deck, leaving Kiersta alone on the deck of the small ship. She let show a slight smirk as ice began to form around the ships hull, though neither Shadow Islanders nor Demacians were likely to see it past the decks of their hulking vessels. This meeting was arranged to occur on neutral waters. And so it would.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Jul 19, 2013 16:05:10 GMT -5
As the League's vessel came into view, it took little for Belle's attention to be drawn to it. Awe-struck, she stared with fascination at fast moving ship roaring forward through the seemingly endless seas surrounding them. The glow of its purple sails caused her lips to part lightly, drawn in to every bit of detail it might offer. However seeing the apparent change, she was perhaps a bit taken aback. She watched what she could as she moved, only stepping a few feet before the binding chains would cease her motion. A helpless sigh escaped her. Belle understood the necessity of appearance to the Shadow Islanders present, but it made the binds no less daunting to the princess.
Her teal gaze lowered slowly to the shackles that kept her secured upon the haunting ship, cast out from the isles like a banshee seeking vengeance. A terrifying sight to behold, and almost as oppressive as the isles themselves. Belle however, stood as strong as she could under pressure. She watched the two ships from a distance, leaning against the railing to get a better look. She squinted her eyes first towards Demacia - a glint of the golden armor catching her eye. A skipped heart beat.
Belle pulled back with a frown. She knew she was safe on this ship, and wasn't worried about its crew or any of the Champions trying to harm her. They would know the terror that was the King's wrath should they try to cause her harm. She knew he would protect her. But she hoped he might leave the shackles behind when the peace talks began. After all, she would be the diplomat between TRK and Jarvan. A bound neutral party would not bode well in the eyes of those genuinely interested in the potential for peace.
Jarvan watched as the League ship came into view. He was not surprised that they used magic to steer their ship true. As the darkness of the sky broke apart, so did his worries. The League was here, and they would not tolerate any sort of deviance. He hoped that they would agree that his wife had to be returned. Their unprovoked attack, and kidnapping of his wife, was out of line.
The prince stood tall and proud, being sure to bring honor to the Lightshield line. "Men, get ready." His voice was booming and strong, exactly what was expected of a future king. He commanded his men with wisdom that was unexpected of someone his age. But, his experiences aged his mentality greatly.
Post by The Ruined King on Jul 21, 2013 6:09:31 GMT -5
The King watched as the Institute's ship arrived, his gazed moved to study the Summoner that looked to be in charge. He felt the natural aura of the Isles lose its influence upon the Demacian's, he didn't seem to react in the slightest. The hulking figure, encased in black armor turned toward his subjects upon his warship, his gaze crossing over each one of them, "Hecarim, Azazel, you will accompany me. Bring Belle with you."
Nocturne and Elise would be left upon the ship when the time came. Whatever the King was feeling about the current situation he kept to himself, fully armored with cyan fire burning like torches from his eye sockets. He was certainly an intimidating figure to behold.
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 The Spider Queen on Jul 21, 2013 11:33:05 GMT -5
Elise had been deep in thought when she was startled out of her inner world when people started calling that the league ship had arrived. She could have done with them being a little late. She still hadn't figured out the best way to play the hand that had been dealt. Perhaps she would just have to see how the cards fell to see how much she would bet and on whom.
She walked around the deck until she located her king. As she had suspected she was not going to be going to be part of the official entourage. Just another slight among many. Oh well, soon everyone would know that to dismiss the spider queen was not a good play in the game of life.
Post by The Night Hunter on Jul 22, 2013 1:35:15 GMT -5
Shauna Vayne had not been one to enjoy travelling for lengthened periods by sea at all. She knew by experience she would not enjoy it. Not that it made her especially ill, it was just all around discomfort. She was comfortable being alone and on her own agenda. But the moment she heard word about this peace talk meeting, it was difficult to pass up a chance to confront the hierarchy of the Shadow Isles indirectly. This would give her a clear, nonviolent opportunity to perhaps learn more about her enemies.
During the trip, she'd remain in solitude. The other inhabitants of the Demacian vessel knew better than to intrude on the Night Hunter's personal space without being invited, or her approaching them first. She was Demacian with noble blood, but she did not feel the loyalty as Garen or Xin Zhao did. Jarvan was well respected, even by the Night Hunter, but it did not change her line of duty or her selfless goals. Hypothetically, even if Prince Jarvan IV himself fell to any kind of darkness, she would not hesitate to condemn him. But she knew better than to think any such silly circumstance would ever arise. These days, however, anything can happen.
The League's vessel had already arrived before Vayne had shifted from her rested spot against the railing, swimming in empty thoughts. The Ruined King himself emitted such a powerful aura, Shauna could feel it quietly reverberating throughout her soul from a fair distance away, a soft ache of disturbance. She shuddered to herself, traits of disgust revealing in her expression. Perhaps it wasn't just the King, but a majority of the Shadow Isles hierarchy paired with the rotted looming ship.
It chilled her, not from fear, but for contributing to flashbacks of her parents being slowly, brutally murdered before her eyes. Such trauma for a small, innocent child. It reshaped her from scratch on that night. It fueled her strength with determination and motivation. With what she gained in strength, she also lost. Her soul had been hardened. Days of no worries, warm smiles, carefree joy and growth as a child should experience, ripped from her at a young age, yet not completely extracted.
Without hesitation, she stood up and made her way to the front where the meeting would soon take place, remaining a silent shadow behind the rest of the Demacians.
Post by The Might of Demacia on Jul 22, 2013 8:12:48 GMT -5
Garen calmed down slightly as the Institute's ship sailed into view, summoner magic dispelling the cloud of darkness that the Shadow Isles' monsters brought with them. The crew of the ship also visibly relaxed alongside the champion, as they quickly went back to preparing for the talks that would soon commence and keeping the ship afloat.
If it were up to him, the Shadow Isles marking their arrival with a mental assault would have been considered plenty of reason to open fire. There could be no peace with these beings that fed on death and spread despair wherever they went. Their very existence was an affront to peace and justice.
He was therefore thankful that it was not up to him. His barely checked impulses could very well cost far more Demacians their lives.
Still, just because Garen wasn't going to be the one to throw the first strike, did not mean he was not fully prepared for it. His sword was still by his side, ready for the possibility of the peace talks degenerating into battle, and perhaps even looking forward to it.
Upon the SI warship Azazel remained silent as the King ordered them to get Belle. A sneer upon his lips formed as he moved toward her, a snap of his fingers and the chains binding her turned to smoke, only to reform within Azazel's now outstretched palm. He grasps it tight and looks at the mortal woman, "I should have killed you back in Demacia." he growled, but he soon smirked, "Nothing but a pawn, do you truly believe the prince can swallow his pride for the good of his people?"
Without waiting for an answer Azazel turned on his heel and walked, he pulled hard upon the chain as he did so, glancing at Hecarim, "Time to play the game, Hecarim."
Post by The Shadow of War on Jul 26, 2013 1:23:56 GMT -5
As the institutes ship approached Hecarim kept his usual somewhat menacing stature until the king acknowledged him and Azazel. Although he stayed motionless until Azazel spoke to him, which he replied in slight annoyance.
"Whatever *game* we are playing here Azazel you ahould know i will be watching you, you remember the last time you tried to play your own game."
With that being said he followed behind them to the king awaiting further orders on how to proceed with the current situation.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Jul 28, 2013 0:00:13 GMT -5
The whole scene that played out was daunting to behold. The League ship, the Shadow Isles ship and her beloved Demacian ship all formed like a triangle in position. They all waited for something to happen. All watched with anticipation. The tension in the air was evident by the faces of their respective crews. Nobody seemed keen on this meeting, but Belle maintained that sense of hope.
As she felt the chains unlock from the ship, and appear within the grip of Azazel, her eyes leveled upon him fearlessly. If anyone could draw on such intense hatred from this woman, it would be him. But Belle did not hate so much as pitied the lack of humanity within the undead Summoner. Her gaze was hardened at first, but softened as she looked upon him with a small frown.
His words stirred little outside of worry for what might transpire, but when he spoke of her husband, she straightened, "Do not deliberate upon your own shortcomings, Azazel." She said with a crisp tone. She would not stand for his insolence any further. It was clear as long as she remained loyal to her husband - which would be damn near impossible to break - Azazel would not conjure the fear he once trapped her in. She defied him even as he spoke to her, reinforcing her will with the confidence in both Jarvan, and the Ruined King.
The chain grew taut and Belle felt herself stumble with the harsh pull, staggering forward some before regaining her balance. Belle released a small sigh as she followed behind, trying to keep pace so not to be pulled off her feet by Azazel.
Post by The Spider Queen on Jul 31, 2013 4:31:08 GMT -5
Elise walked towards the stairs down toward the cabins of the ship. She didn't want to be accidently seen by the members of the other ships. If she was needed she wanted her presence to be a surprise. One that would change the flow of the events to come. So deep in her own thoughts was she that it took several moments for her to notice that it was far darker below decks then it should be. She almost turned back around and left but forced herself to stay on coarse. She knew HE...or IT. She didn't really know what Nocturne was besides being quite unsettling to her. She didn't entirely trust Nocturne or his motives. That said nobody was truly trustworthy on this ship of the damned so he fit in quite nicely.
"If your plan was to jump out and say boo Nocturne you might as well not bother. I know your here."
Post by Kiersta Mandrake on Aug 2, 2013 5:02:16 GMT -5
Kiersta watched as both vessels began to bustle with activity, their selected delegates instantly setting to action. She began to stride, slowly and purposely to the bow of her own skiff. In the years since the formation of the League of Legends, the role of neutral observer had been thrust upon her time and time again. No doubt her presence was largely unnecessary. For hundreds of years, the people of Valoran had settled their squabbles through diplomacy and war, outside the watching gaze of a third party. Yet looking at the tattered ruins of the Shadow Islands vessel, she couldn’t help but wonder what an undead king might demand for the safe return of a hostage. Did he want lives? Power? Perhaps equal standing as a city state? Many diametrically opposed forces coexisted in Runeterra. Who was to say that the living and the dead could not be among them?
As she approached the bow, the rocking of her vessel decreased markedly, despite the waves of the Conqueror’s Sea. Upon reaching the rail, she kept moving, making her way to the ocean’s frozen surface. She had seen too many delegation parties decay into chaos to move forward without insurance of her own. She strode forward across the icy surface with a reserved grace. Each party would arrive on her island shortly, knowing full well that the mage’s ground would only remain as solid as they willed it to be. The League would tolerate no aggression under the guise of peace.
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