Post by Adeptis Lune on Feb 1, 2013 19:30:38 GMT -5
With all due respect, Exile, I am barely a mage. Asside from the tricks I do with these chains and electromancy, I know the mere basics. And while I'm one of the few people who would consider it, the armor does inhibit my magical ability to the point of casting elemental bolts with little power..
"In that case, then, I'm certain you can wield a blade, and charge it with electrical magic." Riven mused. "That should be enough if the situation calls for violence. However, I doubt that the Institute will require such a thing." She sighed.
"We'll head for the Institute in the morning. For now, we should try and get some rest and some food."
Last Edit: Feb 2, 2013 0:52:01 GMT -5 by The Exile
Post by Astrid De Rosier on Feb 2, 2013 16:53:23 GMT -5
"Yes... I think it does." Astrid replied, thinking about what Riven may have planned. "Well, I think we should be getting back to camp, hm?" The half-bred Noxian smiles half-way.
"Thanks... for coming to look for me, Sivir." She added as an afterthought, never really having had anyone actually look out for her. It was... different, but nice for a change she thought.
"You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along."
Post by Rose Sonder on Feb 2, 2013 17:22:20 GMT -5
The student's lips almost curl at Shaco's attempts to lighten things up, but, seeing the looks on the faces around her, she clamps down on the burgeoning grin.
When Adeptis speaks, Rose nods, as well. "I'll also need to study a lot more before I could really be considered a mage, but I'm sure I could find some reagents here to practice a little before we head to the Institute." Taking out her pack of cards and shuffling them from hand to hand, her expression shifts to something tentative and hopeful.
"You don't suppose we'll need our skills, do you...?"
"I should hope not. We're simply making our way to the Institute. I doubt there will be any need for violence there." Riven shook her head. "However, now that I've made my goals and intentions clear, I expect Swain won't simply sit around and let us continue on about our way. We'll have to be on our guard at all times."
Shaco rested his head on the hard dirt ground. "Agreed. We dont know what Swain is capable of. Sure, a few soldiers might be intimidating, but for the death of you, he'd need to kill you in a different way. Something special... For example, when I kill people of importance, I... bad example sorry..."
Shaco closed his eyes, and tried to get some sleep. He didn't know what the small band of rebels would face the next day, but he knew it would be tough, no matter what.
Post by Vergil Dreadstorm on Feb 3, 2013 3:31:06 GMT -5
Seven mercenaries tracked through the deadlands their movement at a swift and fast. They were hunting a group of bandits that had attacked a Noxian caravan and they were paid a pretty price to bring each and every one of their heads. Off in the distance they could see the faint light of a campfire, not knowing who was there it would be assumed to be the bandits setting up camp and so they set out, their leader Vergil at point.
"Regardless of what comes, you'll all need to be ready for the walk. Get some rest."
Riven stretched herself for a few moments before she shook herself out, and with a great display of physical and acrobatic prowess, hurled herself into the air. She came down upon the large rock that had marked the edge of her campsite, landing in a crouch upon it.
From here, she could see a great deal across the plains. She'd then dangle a single leg off the edge, the other leg bent at the knee and upright. Her perch set, she'd pull the whetstone she had been using earlier from her tunic and began to work at the edge of her blade.
"The Battle Mistress and Astrid have not yet returned. I'll keep first watch."
As she lies down to sleep, wondering if she'll be asked to take a turn at the watch, worry tugs at the back of Rose's mind.
All the information that I spread in town about the Butchering... I didn't think it would be connected to the Butcher of the Sands. But I wonder if it is? With what the Demon Jester said... and if Leblanc gave him the task, can we really trust him?
The young mage falls asleep with her hand in her coat pocket, resting lightly over her dagger, her head lolling against the tree trunk she'd been sitting on.
Post by Adeptis Lune on Feb 3, 2013 7:14:21 GMT -5
Adeptis slowly undid himself of his armor, put it next to him, and lied down next to the fire. He would fall asleep, the same troubled sleep that haunted about twice a week for him 16 years now. Faint mumbling could be understood by any who was still awake "You'll see old man, you'll see"
Last Edit: Feb 3, 2013 7:15:06 GMT -5 by Adeptis Lune
"Yes... I think it does." Astrid replied, thinking about what Riven may have planned. "Well, I think we should be getting back to camp, hm?" The half-bred Noxian smiles half-way.
"Thanks... for coming to look for me, Sivir." She added as an afterthought, never really having had anyone actually look out for her. It was... different, but nice for a change she thought.
Sivir nodded and began to walk along side the other woman, heading back to the camp.. rolling over thoughts in her mind
After a few minutes, Rose wakes up from a dream- a nightmare, really, and decides it might be good to share what she knows. Cautiously, so as not to startle her, she walks up to the stone where the Exile rests.
"Um... pardon," she says quietly, looking up to Riven with a somewhat hesitant expression.
"Something troubling you, Miss Sonder?" Riven was still sitting where she had been when everyone had gone to sleep earlier. She had wrapped herself in a plain brown cloak to break the chill wind's touch against her skin.
The fire was still burning well, though the wood pile had been substantially lessened. Riven's amber eyes were turned to face Rose, her blade calmly at her side, the whetstone presumably placed in her pack once again.
"...a bit." Rose meets the Exile's calm gaze with shy green eyes, wondering if it even bears mentioning.
"Um... a couple of days before the speech that you gave today, the Executioner came to my apartment, and asked me to spread some information about an event called The Butchering. I don't know when it is, but- do you suppose it would have something to do with Renekton's escape?" She looks at her boots, uncertain how significant it might be.
"I should hope not, or the so-called 'Master Tactician' would be far more foolish or brazen than I would have thought possible." Riven sighed. She was no stranger to late nights, though she didn't like them. However, Sivir and Astrid had been gone quite a while, and she wasn't going to rest until they returned safely. Her gaze continued to focus on Rose, calm and collected.
"The League has certainly noticed the Butcher's absence. If he suddenly appeared at the side of Swain, just after he went missing, and just after Noxus had pulled out of the League, the damage to Swain's image in the eyes of Valoran would be heavily damaged." Riven spoke calmly, assuredly. "I'm certain the name is merely a coincidence."
Last Edit: Feb 5, 2013 7:26:16 GMT -5 by The Exile
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