Post by The Darkin Blade on Jul 4, 2013 0:03:40 GMT -5
June 13, 23 CLE
Deep in the South of Ionia, two proud villages stand not too far from each other. One, the village of Silverfang, was once the home of Akali. Their neighbor village, Guqin, had long enjoyed close relationships with the surrounding peoples. For generations, Guqin and Silverfang had been close friends.
However, one night, a cry rang out in Guqin Village. Not a cry of simple pain or terror; no, a howling cry of death. Those nearby rushed to the source of the cry, finding dead on the ground one of their elders, a wise man who all in the village respected. Outside of the pool of blood surrounding him, there was only one thing out of the ordinary.
The blade that had pierced him...? The blade was of obvious Silverfang make.
Aatrox alighted upon the roof of a village hut, looking down on the situation. While the light flickered below, it did not reach his black hide, letting him watch in silence, unperceived by the normally observant Ionians. The blood splattered on his armor - that of the recently deceased elder - pooled together and ran into his blade, absorbing and disappearing for now.
He smiled upon the tiny humans. This had been a bold move, even for him; but human nature practically dictated that, yes, this would start a war. He'd seen it before, and he would see it again. Who knew, though? Maybe these Ionians were made of stronger stuff than, oh, maybe...all of human existence?
Even from this distance, the words reached his ears without problems. "Who could have done this?" one of the other elders asked. "The Silverfang...they have always been our allies. They would not have simply killed one of us without reason!"
From the back of the crowd, a young man cried out. "Open your eyes, old fool! The times of peace have gone! Noxus itself has invaded on our land again, or haven't you heard? You cannot assume that all people will stay the same as before!"
Aatrox nodded, leaning forwards slightly. He liked where this was going. If he'd known it was this easy, he would've done it sooner. But, of course, there were still voices of 'reason' remaining in the crowd. One woman stepped forwards, clearing her throat. "If I may interrupt?"
Everyone fell silent. "This crime is most certainly horrible. But we can't forget that even if they meant this, meant the death of one of our loved ones...we were friends once before. You say we cannot assume?" She glared to the back of the crowd where the young man had been. "We cannot assume that they meant this in harm, either! Or still, that they did not actually mean this to protect us!"
Aatrox sighed. It had seemed too good to be true. It seemed that he would have to intervene again.
From somewhere in the crowd - no one could place it, exactly, but it was definitely in the crowd, and it was definitely someone they knew, even if they didn't know who it was that they knew - another voice rose up. "But have not the Silverfang seemed more cold to us than usual? Hasn't it seemed like they no longer respected us?" The crowd began to murmur in agreement, and the voice seemed to gain power.
"This attack has been coming for ages! But we have been too blind to see it! Open your eyes! We can't let the terror of the Silverfang keep us from seeing their malevolence, now, can we?" As the crowd began to agree again, Aatrox nodded, clearing his throat. He hadn't had to do that for a while, but it was worth it. Humans lived to fight. You just had to let them realize that every once in a while.
((This RP is open to anyone who it makes sense for; you can either attempt to sow peace in the ranks of the Guqin, or you can assist me in initiating civil war. Your choice. Hope you choose civil war. Otherwise...my blade has been getting a bit thirsty recently...))
Deep in the South of Ionia, two proud villages stand not too far from each other. One, the village of Silverfang, was once the home of Akali. Their neighbor village, Guqin, had long enjoyed close relationships with the surrounding peoples. For generations, Guqin and Silverfang had been close friends.
However, one night, a cry rang out in Guqin Village. Not a cry of simple pain or terror; no, a howling cry of death. Those nearby rushed to the source of the cry, finding dead on the ground one of their elders, a wise man who all in the village respected. Outside of the pool of blood surrounding him, there was only one thing out of the ordinary.
The blade that had pierced him...? The blade was of obvious Silverfang make.
Aatrox alighted upon the roof of a village hut, looking down on the situation. While the light flickered below, it did not reach his black hide, letting him watch in silence, unperceived by the normally observant Ionians. The blood splattered on his armor - that of the recently deceased elder - pooled together and ran into his blade, absorbing and disappearing for now.
He smiled upon the tiny humans. This had been a bold move, even for him; but human nature practically dictated that, yes, this would start a war. He'd seen it before, and he would see it again. Who knew, though? Maybe these Ionians were made of stronger stuff than, oh, maybe...all of human existence?
Even from this distance, the words reached his ears without problems. "Who could have done this?" one of the other elders asked. "The Silverfang...they have always been our allies. They would not have simply killed one of us without reason!"
From the back of the crowd, a young man cried out. "Open your eyes, old fool! The times of peace have gone! Noxus itself has invaded on our land again, or haven't you heard? You cannot assume that all people will stay the same as before!"
Aatrox nodded, leaning forwards slightly. He liked where this was going. If he'd known it was this easy, he would've done it sooner. But, of course, there were still voices of 'reason' remaining in the crowd. One woman stepped forwards, clearing her throat. "If I may interrupt?"
Everyone fell silent. "This crime is most certainly horrible. But we can't forget that even if they meant this, meant the death of one of our loved ones...we were friends once before. You say we cannot assume?" She glared to the back of the crowd where the young man had been. "We cannot assume that they meant this in harm, either! Or still, that they did not actually mean this to protect us!"
Aatrox sighed. It had seemed too good to be true. It seemed that he would have to intervene again.
From somewhere in the crowd - no one could place it, exactly, but it was definitely in the crowd, and it was definitely someone they knew, even if they didn't know who it was that they knew - another voice rose up. "But have not the Silverfang seemed more cold to us than usual? Hasn't it seemed like they no longer respected us?" The crowd began to murmur in agreement, and the voice seemed to gain power.
"This attack has been coming for ages! But we have been too blind to see it! Open your eyes! We can't let the terror of the Silverfang keep us from seeing their malevolence, now, can we?" As the crowd began to agree again, Aatrox nodded, clearing his throat. He hadn't had to do that for a while, but it was worth it. Humans lived to fight. You just had to let them realize that every once in a while.
((This RP is open to anyone who it makes sense for; you can either attempt to sow peace in the ranks of the Guqin, or you can assist me in initiating civil war. Your choice. Hope you choose civil war. Otherwise...my blade has been getting a bit thirsty recently...))