When Darius' grin finally stretched to bursting, and he showed his teeth to the king - he spoke out the side of his mouth to Vera "peace..." his eyes narrowed and his arm seemed to loosen in the direction of the imposing executioner beside him. "That would explain this gathering of weaklings..." he scoffed at the King of The North; "unfortunately..." he began to stand from his seat "I do not tolerate cowardice."
When Darius' grin finally stretched to bursting, and he showed his teeth to the king - he spoke out the side of his mouth to Vera "peace..." his eyes narrowed and his arm seemed to loosen in the direction of the imposing executioner beside him. "That would explain this gathering of weaklings..." he scoffed at the King of The North; "unfortunately..." he began to stand from his seat "I do not tolerate cowardice."
"Gathering of weakling?" Tryndamere began to rise slowly form his chair stretching his shoulder in the process. "That would explain why you are here." Rage began to form around him as he stared at Darius. "You don't stand a chance."
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Post by Dennison Jadefellow on Jan 1, 2013 23:12:47 GMT -5
The mayor bounces on his feet, very excited all of a sudden. "Oh, a meeting outside of Bandle! I don't get to leave the city very often, you know. This is going to be exciting, I can just feel it!" He giggles like a school boy as he makes his way to his seat next to Teemo, seeming very light on his feet for his apparent age. After a moment he realizes that there's already some trouble brewing, but for now is too excited to make a move to stop it.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 1, 2013 23:15:41 GMT -5
Immediately as Tryndamere rose Teemo's hand flew to his blowgun and he had it up and ready to fire when the first person moved to attack. He'd also positioned himself between the others and the mayor, just as a precaution.
Darius hunched forward, planting a foot in the ground as he gripped his axe and stood - his chair teetering behind him from the force of his rise; he planted a hand firmly on the table as he prepared to leap across it at the goading royal.
"This is a gathering of representatives of each city-state, not a gathering of weak minded or weak bodied people. I suggest that both of you sit down so that we can discuss whatever it is at hand. Now." He said, looking at Darius and Tryndamere with his soulless eyes. He had no time for bickering, for he came here for a reason.
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Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 1, 2013 23:23:10 GMT -5
Swain reached up, eyes blazing, teeth gritted behind his shroud. He did not get to his feet, but grabbed The Hand by his collar, yanked the larger man down to his level, growling, "Don't be a damned fool, Darius. Sit down. We were called here by order of the League, and order is what we shall maintain." He cast a burning glaze at Tryndamere, then turned to the summoner, who still stood shaking at the table's head.
"Perhaps if we were involved in something... May we proceed? I do so value my time." His expression was polite, but his tone biting.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Jan 1, 2013 23:23:53 GMT -5
Singed was far back observing, evaluating, when would the fight start? Who would throw the first stone? Would he be able to hear what this meeting was about before someone’s stupidity caused an international incident? Where the questions flying on Singed’s mind as he observed the summoned trying to keep calm before things got sour.
Darius hunched forward, planting a foot in the ground as he gripped his axe and stood - his chair teetering behind him from the force of his rise; he planted a hand firmly on the table as he prepared to leap across it at the goading royal.
Tryndamere grabbed his blade and placed it behind him ready for battle. He had one hand on the table ready to counter Darius. He could no longer hear what was being said in the room, he had his whole focus on Darius.
Darius fell back into his chair, keeping his gaze fixed on the King; the smirk returning to his face as if daring him to try.
As he saw Darius sit down he simply grinned, and said. "Good boy!" He sat back down on his chair putting both hand behind his head and looking to the ceiling once again trying to cool off.
Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 1, 2013 23:37:06 GMT -5
Vera's neatly manicured hands trembled beneath her purple sleeves. She'd held her breath through the entire ordeal and finally, as Darius returned to his seat, she inhaled. "Your highness," she implored Tryndamere. "Please." There was a terror in her eyes. She was young, overwhelmed by her company.
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