Cho'Gath was back to a smaller size, just about Kha'zixs height. The healing and regeneration of his losses required such a sacrifice...but he would soon get it back with the massacre. His arrival to the blunt of void forces was late for any real killing and the Grey Knight and volunteered to go finish off the champions at Icathia. A goal he hoped was accomplished for defeating him with their numbers. He feasted on what remained, even killing other void creatures for their meal. The Terror the the Void needed power at the cost of these weaker voidlings.
He grew to a somewhat sufficient height off the fallen humans and gazed over the carnage that sued to be a peaceful town. Others would suffer the same fate...the void will feast again. He moved through the mass of creatures to find the Voidreaver. One of the other heralds of the void the mortals had a chance to see before thefull arrival.
" You have done well with leading this attack....the remaining villages will suffer similar fates." He chuckled and joined their march. " On to the next village..." He smirked at Kha'zix.."They wont know what ate them."
( We can't attack the capital yet, must execute off the villages here in Sejuani's territory )
Last Edit: Jan 26, 2013 22:17:15 GMT -5 by chogath
Amidst the carnage and blood, a small apparition of ice flies its way speedily towards Sejuani, passing over the slaughtered people with eyes unblinking. It landed, releasing a slip of rolled paper from its grasp on a nearby table - even the people of the Winter's Claw tribe would know who the bird belonged to, and who the note was intended for. It stood there, as still as a statue, awaiting to bring back a reply. If no response was intended, then it would lift its wings and burst into a fine white powder.
The note would read as such:
We are aware of the Void's presence in your lands. I plan to send reinforcements to drive off the attack and hold off the best we can. I ask that you set your stubbornness aside for the good of Freljord.
Rudmed made his way the village where Sejuani stayed. He knew of the Void's invasion...No he did not know it all. He FELT it...and that is what truly frightened him. However it was his duty as the Grandmaster of his order to rally his forces to aid wherever such sinful forces may choose to strike. To do so he crushed a rune in his hand, a rune that broadcasting its presence to other holders of the same rune. For the order it was a rallying sign, though he feared only few would respond. He knew of only maybe 60 members of his order would respond to the call. But those 60 were warriors that they wouldn't have otherwise.
He approached the guards slowly, "I'm here to aid Sejuani with the issue of the Void. I think it would be unwise for you to turn down such help in dire times." He patiently waited for the guards to reply as he looked at them from under his hat. They might feel slightly unnerved as if they were facing their judge, jury, and executioner. An individual who scanned every fiber of their being for a single sin to be brought to light and then punish them for it.
However, Rudmed was doing no such thing he merely fiddled with the hilt of his saber waiting for the guards to either allow him passage or deny his aid. Whichever one, Rudmed came to fight against the Void and he would not be denied a chance to fight such a sinful presence.
Amidst the carnage and blood, a small apparition of ice flies its way speedily towards Sejuani, passing over the slaughtered people with eyes unblinking. It landed, releasing a slip of rolled paper from its grasp on a nearby table - even the people of the Winter's Claw tribe would know who the bird belonged to, and who the note was intended for. It stood there, as still as a statue, awaiting to bring back a reply. If no response was intended, then it would lift its wings and burst into a fine white powder.
The note would read as such:
We are aware of the Void's presence in your lands. I plan to send reinforcements to drive off the attack and hold off the best we can. I ask that you set your stubbornness aside for the good of Freljord.
- Ashe.
Sejuani received the letter and quickly wrote back. As bitter as she was, as much as she wanted to spit in Ashe`s face she needed any help.
Cousin,
I will accept your aid for the time being. However, do not mistake this as me or my tribe acknowledging you as the Queen of Freljord. I hate you, I will always hate you. One day you will be bowing to me, this I swear.
But in the face of this threat I cannot afford to turn any aid away. Not even yours. Send what help you will.
Rudmed made his way the village where Sejuani stayed. He knew of the Void's invasion...No he did not know it all. He FELT it...and that is what truly frightened him. However it was his duty as the Grandmaster of his order to rally his forces to aid wherever such sinful forces may choose to strike. To do so he crushed a rune in his hand, a rune that broadcasting its presence to other holders of the same rune. For the order it was a rallying sign, though he feared only few would respond. He knew of only maybe 60 members of his order would respond to the call. But those 60 were warriors that they wouldn't have otherwise.
He approached the guards slowly, "I'm here to aid Sejuani with the issue of the Void. I think it would be unwise for you to turn down such help in dire times." He patiently waited for the guards to reply as he looked at them from under his hat. They might feel slightly unnerved as if they were facing their judge, jury, and executioner. An individual who scanned every fiber of their being for a single sin to be brought to light and then punish them for it.
However, Rudmed was doing no such thing he merely fiddled with the hilt of his saber waiting for the guards to either allow him passage or deny his aid. Whichever one, Rudmed came to fight against the Void and he would not be denied a chance to fight such a sinful presence.
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((We should take this talk to another thread before this gets too cluttered.))
The guards paused and did allow the lone man in, if he was offering aid they would not turn it down, however, they were wary of the outsider and escorted. The Winter Claw tribe’s elders and their leader were in meeting.
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