Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 11, 2013 21:00:16 GMT -5
The Raedsel grunted in response to her threat, but received her weapon without further hostility. As he stepped out of the doorway, the butler could be seen, coattails flapping, hurrying down the hall. "Madame Blademistress," he blustered. "The Grand General of Noxus requests that you join him for breakfast in the east-wing dining hall." He bowed low, holding the heavy oaken door ajar.
Meanwhile, the Raedsel locked Sivir's blades into a cabinet in the grand foyer.
"If you will follow me," said the butler.
Inside, the vaulted ceilings of Swain Manor rose high above the hall. The place was ornate, a spiral staircase leading up to its higher floors, hand-carved banisters, Ionian rugs upon marble floors. But it was dim, lit only by the rifts in heavy curtains--by the gentle, creeping rays of morning's light.
Sivir pushed past the guards and simply followed the man, brushing a strand of black hair from her face.. of course Sivir did not relinquish all of her weapons.. a pair of blades where clung to the inside of her boots, but she did not think she would need them.. pity, she could go for some practice. Sivir smirked at the thought as she followed the butler, remaining relatively silent
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 11, 2013 22:47:37 GMT -5
The hall lead into a vast chamber--perhaps intended as a ballroom--in which the marble floor glistened as though recently polished. A grand piano stood closed between two symmetrical staircases, each lined with red carpets, each arcing gracefully away from the other to converge upon the second-story landing. The butler opened a door beneath the eastern stair, walking swiftly, as though unnerved by the unannounced arrival of this famous guest.
He led her down a few more dim corridors before arriving at a set of closed double doors. He knocked. A gravelly voice from within replied, "Enter."
The double doors swung open to a room as dim as the rest of the house. There, seated at the head of the cherrywood table, an empty plate and glass before him, sat Noxus' newly-appointed Grand General. He did not rise to greet his guest, merely lifted his chin, a subtle smirk darkening his features as his gaze fell upon the raven-haired woman. In the dimness of the dining hall, his countenance looked particularly haggard--but his mannerisms were no less practiced, refined, calculating.
"Blademistress," came his hoarse address. "You've surprised me. Allow me some forewarning of your next visit, so that I can play the proper host, hm?" He smiled slightly behind his shroud, beckoning her to sit in the chair to his right, where a second place had already been set.
Sivir silently followed the man, admiring somewhat the decor of the General's house. Sivir smirked a little, hopefully he could push her skill to the limit.. The strange thing was, Sivir was set for life, she is one of the wealthiest people in Valoran, but battle is her life.. hence her famous title.
Sivir looked around some more as they walked, her blue orbs taking in her surroundings. Taking note of the piano.. hmm, she did not see the Tactician as a musical type..
Once they reached the double doors, and Sivir heard the General's voice, she simply crossed her arms, smirking once more as her eyes rested on the old Noxian General. "I've never been one for formalities, Jericho" Sivir replied, strolling towards Tactician. Sivir's steps were that of regal woman, however, these steps were made for battle. And that was evident, as various scars decorated the skin on her body that did show.
Sivir gave a small bow to Swain once she reached him before taking her seat next to him "It's good to see you again, Swain." She simply said, leaning back in her chair "I see Noxus has fared well since my absence."
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 11, 2013 23:46:06 GMT -5
The general tilted his head at her final statement. His face remained largely impassive but for the burning of his eyes: two crimson orbs aglow in the dreary room. "Noxus will be returned to its former glory, madame. Rest assured of that, at least."
A plethora of breakfast foods sat upon the table: buttery croissants, a platter of grapes and diced melons, hard boiled eggs, slices of cheese. The general made no motion towards any of these as he spoke, his eyes fixed inquisitively upon the fiercely beautiful visage of his unexpected guest. "Forgive my terseness. What draws you back to Noxus? More specifically, to my personal estate?" He quirked a brow, lips pursed behind his shroud.
Sivir sat up straighter and looked around at all the food, reaching over and taking a grape, popping it into her mouth and eating it before speaking "I was wondering why my "guests" stopped coming to me" she replied, turning her head to face Swain once more. "That.. and word has spread around that you were the new Grand General." Sivir took another grape and partook of it. "I had to see for myself"
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 12, 2013 1:03:37 GMT -5
The general gave a sharp chuckle at her presumptuousness. "And so here we sit. I've not a reason to send--" He paused to rub his chin, mocking her choice of words, "'Guests' after you. My forces are strategically assigned, down to the last footsoldier."
He paused, drawing his index finger around the rim of his half-empty teacup. "Your judgment was often sound, Battlemistress, even when High Command disagreed with you. The game is different now." His eyes flicked upwards suddenly, as though bearing a hidden meaning, an invitation of sorts.
As she popped grapes into her mouth, he motioned to the rest of the breakfast bounty. "Please, help yourself."
"The game always changes" Sivir replied "You need not tell me that" Sivir leaned back in her chair once more, seemingly uninterested in the food, her blue eyes studied Swain for a moment. "You look like you have seen better days, Jericho" Sivir simply said, crossing her legs. Sivir paused for a moment before continuing
"Now.." Sivir looked back over the breakfast table "My interest is.. has the game offered me more work?" Sivir looked back to Swain, a glint in her eyes.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 12, 2013 2:06:00 GMT -5
A scowl flickered over Swain's face at the reminder of his physical state. He drew and exhaled a deep breath, re-centering himself. Her question caught his attention. The scowl melted from his face. His brows lifted, crinkling his forehead.
"An immensity of it," the general replied, "if you would fight again under Noxus' banner. How soon will you be available?"
Sivir looked at the man, studying him again. Her face calm, and serious. Taking note of the scowl.. she had not seen Jericho this strained in.. a long time. Though, after his question, a smirk graced her lips "As soon as the gold hits my desk, Swain" Sivir replied "Also.. I trust you will take my opinions more.. seriously"
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 12, 2013 2:59:13 GMT -5
"My regime isn't Boram Darkwill's, Sivir. I do not make uninformed executive decisions." The Grand General's tone held a tinge of bitterness, but his gaze remained steady, eyes fixed upon the Blademistress.
He folded his gnarled hands on the table before him. "The usual commission. Half payment will be delivered this evening. You'll ride for Bandle City as a champion representative of Noxus in the League's little... expedition to Icathia. As always, full payment will be awarded upon completion of your mission."
Swain eyed the bandit woman up and down, finally adding, "Do you accept?"
Sivir nodded "Darkwill was indeed a fool, but even you Swain, with you're extensive wisdom.. even you succumb to mistakes" Sivir replied, placing her hands behind her head.. Bandle City, interesting.. but the pay was good.. and the enemies would certainty test her strength, that is all that mattered to her. Sivir nodded "I accept, Swain" Sivir answered
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 12, 2013 9:29:02 GMT -5
The general narrowed his eyes at her words of caution, but did not otherwise respond. He knew knew that the Battlemistress worked well, so long as she was compensated. Compensated she would be.
She would be a valuable ally. And after all, he would need all the allies he could gain.
Post by prophetthevoid on Jan 16, 2013 8:21:44 GMT -5
When it was night time, and the streets were less crowded, a man was floating through the streets with a strange crab creature sleeping on his shoulder. Of course some knew who this man was and got away as fast as they could. It wasn't till long that he decided to create a portal to get in the manor quickly. As he went through and closed the portal, he looked around to take in the decor of the building... Such a wonderful building... Such a shame it would be tore down by their future demise.
It was folly to think that none would recognize him. To believe that Noxus would cower before the void. Those without power would retreat back into the shadows; whether out of cowardice or self preservation. But those blessed with strength are ever vigilant. The night is ever crawling, especially with the recent incursion so deep into the heart of Noxus. To attempt something so similar so soon.
Messengers of various constitutions scurried from place to place. Vagabonds hired as eyes and ears. Small familiars fluttering in the night. With such a threat conventional divisions would merely be a waste of strength. Those who needed to know, knew. They answered the call. Du Couteau assassins. Subterranean necromancer squads surfaced from their obsessive craft together with their immortal servants. Decorated mage divisions began their march together with their heavily armour clad brethren. The man's presence and pathing meant only one thing.
An avian- pitch black with glimmering emerald eyes made its way into the Raedsel accommodations within Swain manor. Those residing in their primary barracks had already been alerted. Travelling fast through the various underground networks, the first wave of Du Couteau assassins made their way into the manor barely moments after the Raedsel had been alerted. Their usual black cloaks replaced, instead, by pristine white variants. Those attempting to take on the feared champion would have to be properly geared.
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