Post by The Glorious Executioner on Jan 13, 2013 17:38:00 GMT -5
The Roar of the crowd the smell of blood and sweat fills the air. "PEOPLE OF NOXUS! THESE MEN HAVE PERFORMED CRIMES AGAINST OUR BELOVED CITY!" I scream out as everyone cheers me on. they know what will happen next and they don't care they just want a show and so do i. "I DRAVEN YOUR GLORIOUS EXECUTIONER WILL SHOW THESE MEN WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU CROSS OUR GRAND GENERAL AND HIS RIGHT HAND." The crowd cheers louder and louder. I look down t the 3 men shackled and scared. "Draven says Run. i whisper to them. the shackles fly off the me look at each other drenched in sweat and fear. tehy bolt all in different directions. turning my attention back to the crowd "LETS SEE HOW FAR THEY CAN GET!" "I DEDICATE THIS TO MY GRAND GENERAL SIR JERICHO SWAIN AND MY OLDER BROTHER DARIUS!" they first man i fix my sight on ran to the south. "To easy." i think to myself. Closing my eyes and looking up at the sky i throw my Axe blindly. the crowd grows quiet as it flies through the air. then a roar of cheering it hit it always hits I'm Draven i never miss. the next 2 men ran west one right next to each Other. such a mistake. once again i ready my axes. running towards then a few steps i jump and flip though the air throwing both of my axes. once again the crowd falls silent. as i land on my feet the crowd erupts in a roar of cheering. 2 hits 2 kills. like I said I'm Draven i never miss. "THANK YOU PEOPLE OF NOXUS FOR COMING TO SEE ME AS ALWAYS I'VE BEEN GREAT!" I walk out of the arena in to the streets of Noxus.
Subtle? I Don't Do Subtle. Summoner Name: TheDestitute Add meh
Darius folded his arms with a stark smirk fixed upon his face, "well? he could carry four if he had to..." He remarked to Jericho Swain, as the roars of the crowd began to die out, a large group of women among them apparently seeking out Draven for an autograph.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 20, 2013 5:04:17 GMT -5
The grand general rested his chin upon his knuckles, looking unenthusiastic--perhaps annoyed by the grandiose display of the Executioner. This public appearance was necessary, however grueling, to reassure Noxus that their chief-of-state was indeed present, indeed well enough to rule. From his seat at the head of the arena, he frowned down at the amassing crowd of enamored girls.
"Extract him from his infatuated throng, Darius..." Swain grumbled. "Bid him here. I need to speak with him."
Darius quirked an eyebrow, "Draven?" he inquired, looking down at the seated tactician as though to verify his task "...from a bunch of air-headed women?" He shook his head as he spied on his brother from the private booth, "you'd have an easier time separating a leech from a lesion."
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 21, 2013 1:13:55 GMT -5
"Regardless," said the general, perhaps bitterly, "there are more important matters at hand than his adoring harem." He leaned back in his chair, his crimson eyes narrowing as they leered down at the amassed admirers below, to the executioner basking in his own popularity.
"Surely he can cut the fanfare short. I don't like to be kept waiting," Swain grumbled.
Post by The Glorious Executioner on Jan 24, 2013 3:48:58 GMT -5
Draven looks around at all the women clamoring for his autograph. All wide eyed throwing pieces of paper for him to sign pulling at his clothes hoping to grab a thread to take back home a brag to their friends. Then creating a rift in the crowd without touching anyone Draven sees a hulking figure. Dravens smile widens. "Brother!" he yells out. Opening his arms to embrace Darius. "Come to congratulate me?" "Or to see which one of these fine Girls you can take home?" he says winking at him.
Subtle? I Don't Do Subtle. Summoner Name: TheDestitute Add meh
Darius hand clenched around the thin air that was his missing axe, as one particularly rambunctious woman decided to suspend herself on his arm, "another time..." he growled, and jerked his head toward the corral of carriages, indicating Swain's grand coach.
Darius then turned to address the gaggle of women "Sorry ladies, The General needs a word with Draven, but don't worry, I'm sure he'll be back to demean and defile you in no time." He offered a wry smile as most of his words flew straight over their heads, realizing that not a single person was listening to him "come Draven, it would be unwise to keep him waiting."
Post by The Glorious Executioner on Jan 27, 2013 9:19:44 GMT -5
"Sorry ladies duty calls but as my gigantic sibling says Draven will be back before you know it." he says winking at the crowd. "Dravens gotta make an exit don't you go forgetting about me now.' he says turning to join his brother walking away. "So what does our Grand Leader need with me?" " I'm not sure if i should be honored or terrified that he asked for me personally." "Will you give me a piggy back ride to the carrige?" he says looking at Darius with a playful smile on his face.
Darius eyes drooped half closed as he rolled them and punched his brother in the arm, "I'll let him tell you what he needs." Expelling a light groan Darius suddenly turned on his heel and lurched toward the stalking crowd of women, stomping his foot and roaring something inaudible that caused them to shriek and disperse.
Post by The Glorious Executioner on Jan 28, 2013 22:43:57 GMT -5
"Alright Alright lets go." Draven says patting his brother on the back. "you know if your wound up so tight your gonna lose those boyish good looks of yours." Draven drifts off into his own head to imagine darius as an old man using his axe as a walking stick trying to get around from place to place and bursts out laughing. "where are we headed anyway?"
Subtle? I Don't Do Subtle. Summoner Name: TheDestitute Add meh
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 28, 2013 23:13:14 GMT -5
As though in answer to the executioner's question, an adorned carriage appeared through spaces in the crowd. Grand General Swain stood beside his coach, hands folded over his cane, his sinister raven at his shoulder. His crimson eyes were narrowed in an expression of impatience. Two hulking Raedsel guards stood at attention on either side of their master.
The general said nothing until the Blood Brothers drew close. Then he grumbled, "Get inside," jerking his head towards the carriage door.
Post by The Glorious Executioner on Jan 28, 2013 23:45:48 GMT -5
Draven had met The Master Tactician before but i don't think anyone would ever get used to his demanding presence. "Sir." Draven says. "Sorry to keep you waiting." Draven slowly gets into the carriage still very hesitant to why he was asked to come in the first place.
Subtle? I Don't Do Subtle. Summoner Name: TheDestitute Add meh
Darius eyebrows raised as he turned to Draven, jabbing a figure toward the coach "axes in the back," pushing past his brother and climbing in to the lavishly elaborate carriage. He did this mostly to distract Draven and reserve himself the choice seat; for reaching under him he opened a drawer, from which he removing a chilled glass. He thumbed a dial on the wall, which produced the pinnacle of Piltover pistons. Upon maneuvering his glass under the protruding valve which proceeded to pour a golden liquid that bubbled up to the top of the tall mug, he took a massive gulp of Noxus' finest brew.
Post by The Glorious Executioner on Jan 29, 2013 4:33:42 GMT -5
Draven sets his axes in the back as ordered. they were still a little bit bloody from the execution. He climbs inside to see Darius Gulping down a glass of brew. "wheres mine?" he says smiling. "you just gonna hog it all and not offer me any?"
Subtle? I Don't Do Subtle. Summoner Name: TheDestitute Add meh
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 29, 2013 9:31:54 GMT -5
After the two had seated themselves inside, Swain made his own careful climb up the carriage steps, step, step, cane, the bird at his shoulder twittering softly. He emerged into the mobile chamber with a withering glance towards the brothers. "Quiet," he commanded.
The Grand General lowered himself heavily onto the cushioned bench facing his audience. A slight wince, nearly undetectable, flashed over his shriveled face before he leant forward to address business. He rested his elbows on his knees, interlaced his gnarled fingers and began: "I've a job for you, Executioner. It's very important to me, so listen closely." Everything in his forbidding tone and posture seemed to warn against further folly.
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