Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 14, 2013 14:11:07 GMT -5
High Councilor Vessaria Kolminye sat at the center of a long, sideways-facing table, her slender fingers pressed together, her hood lowered to reveal her dignified features. Twelve high-ranking summoners accompanied her--six on either side. Two identical tables joined the first at straight angles, forming an open square, a stage on which the Master Tactician now stood crookedly, his bird on his shoulder and Sivir, the Battlemistress, at his side. The two had journeyed swiftly to the Institute, but news of this hearing had traveled just as fast. At the back of the room, a small crowd had amassed to bear witness.
"This assembly has been called by request to address any executive complaints of the sovereign territories," Vessaria began. "Presenting these grievances in representation of the city-state of Noxus, we welcome Grand General Jericho Swain and Battlemistress Sivir. General, the floor is yours."
Swain stared straight ahead, his glowing red eyes fixed upon the High Councilor's as he began. "Thank you for receiving us, Councilor. On the eve of January the thirteenth, an assailant appeared at the eastern gate of my city. A man with a bow. A man you all know." He gaze remained fixed upon the High Councilor, despite the murmuring of the other attending summoners. "Varus, the Arrow of Retribution, a League Champion, struck unprovoked at the eastern gates of Noxus, killing many of her citizens and wounding more. He remains in our custody and will be tried and sentenced for crimes against the state."
More murmuring broke out among the summoners; whispers carried through the crowd behind. Vessaria frowned heavily. "The Institute demands that you deliver the prisoner to us immediately, general. Noxus does not have the jurisdiction to detain champions of the League."
Blazing eyes narrowed. Behind his shroud, Swain pursed his lips in determined fury. "No, but we have the ability to do so: something the Institute apparently lacks..."
Utter silence hung over the room in the moments preceding Vessaria's response. She leaned over the table. Her face was no longer a dignified mask of poise, but a scowl of intensity. She replied slowly, measuredly, using the general's first name to emphasize her own position, her familiarity, "The ability does not give you the right, Jericho."
Swain met her scowl with his own. "Does an unprovoked assault on my lands and a death toll of two hundred afford me any rights?" he growled.
The High Councilor sat back in her chair, sighing heavily, "You know the details of the treaty of city-states. In so many years, they have not been changed."
"I'm well aware of the statutes, High Councilor, but I did not come here to request permission." Tension in room the became palpable as Swain spoke. He lifted his chin, folded his hands over his cane. "I came here to state my intent."
Vessaria frowned. "What intent?"
He paused, savoring the anxious atmosphere. His eyes flash as he stepped forward to respond, arms spread wide in emphasis of his message, "In light of the obvious need to defend ourselves, the growing unrest between nations and the apparent ineptitude of the Institute of War, Noxus no longer recognizes the League's authority, henceforth withdrawing all state-affiliated champions from active duty. We forsake the guise of security offered by the treaty of city-states, opting instead to act with complete sovereignty in regards to the interests of our lands and peoples."
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 14, 2013 22:55:55 GMT -5
The High Councilor knit her brows, glanced down to her own tightly clasped hands: white-knuckled on the table. When she spoke, her voice wavered. "Don't do this, Jericho." It was almost a plea.
"Recent events leave me no choice, Vessaria." Swain set his jaw, his gaze wandering along the summoners' table from disgruntled face to disgruntled face. "The age of the Institute is ending. Power can only be artificially apportioned for so long before the illusion falls away. And I must do what is necessary to ensure the prosperity of my country."
It seemed the high summoner and Swain were shooting words back and forth, petty insults it seemed like.. Sivir folded her arms, she didn't know why Swain was wasting his time as she simply listened to the hush whispers around them.
Only when she heard Swain say that he was withdrawing Noxus from the institute, did she spin her head to face the man beside her, looking as if Swain had grown an extra head. Her expression soon returned to normal, however, and she then turned to face the summoners, addressing them. "If I may.. Vessaria.. the Grand General does bring up a point.. your hold some of the more dangerous champions is rather.. disappointing.." Sivir glanced around at the other summoners as she restated Swain's words. Afterwards, Sivir simply turned and whispered to Swain "I hope you know what you are getting yourself into.." she said to the man beside her, folding her arms as she looked out at the summoners again
Last Edit: Jan 15, 2013 1:01:37 GMT -5 by katarina
Post by The Cardmaster on Jan 16, 2013 18:23:53 GMT -5
In the far back of the crowd one might notice a particular hat belonging to one named, Twisted Fate. He looked and listened to the meeting thus far. It seems Swain had gone all-in with his withdrawal from the League, which caused quite the murmur among the crowd. Some Demacians let out soft curses, while those of Ionian descent sounded a bit more worried about another Noxian invasion upon their lands. These worries were well supported, and the Cardmaster did not blame them. After all Swain was a bright man, and one to be feared for such a mind.
Destiny had set many paths before Swain, and this was just one of those paths. However, Twisted Fate wondered if Swain knew what Destiny had in store for him now. Perhaps after the meeting was discussed he'd offer Swain a reading, but for now the curious spectator merely leaned against the wall waiting to see what happened.
Post by Thomas Greenfield on Jan 20, 2013 22:30:21 GMT -5
Thomas had heard of the meeting in the Institute and had come at once, upon hearing what Swain had said, was furious. That idiot Varus had ignited a sequence of events that was going to change the entire league. He gritted his teeth at the thought of this and spoke to Lucas who was on his shoulder at the time "Well... This is bad, Noxus is leaving the league, and knowing what they did to our home i doubt it'll be long before they try something. What do you think pal?"
Lucas didn't respond to Thomas, instead he flew off of his brothers shoulder and flew above the crowd for a few seconds before coming back down and responding "It's troubling indeed. But i cant help but think Noxus was WAITING for something like this to happen. In the coming days there will be signs of aggression from Noxus onto other city states. All we can do is wait. " Lucas then pointed a wing back to Swain "But that wont stop me from keeping an eye on mister Swain"
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Jan 23, 2013 16:35:45 GMT -5
One of the summoners sitting around the High Councilor, a wisp of a man possessed of blond hair and dispassionate blue eyes listened to the exchanges as they happened without revealing expression or feeling. His purple robe's hood had been lowered as a show of respect, though in truth he was merely awaiting a moment to speak up. His name was Ethan Ramseyt, a summoner of little consequence in the run of things to do with summoners, noted by the splashes of gold ringing the bottom, the sleeves and the hood of the deep purple robe.
The moment came much sooner than he had hoped and he did not hesitate to claim it, pushing to his feet without hesitation to draw attention to himself, stationed though he was at the far edge of the table.
"In light of your claims the League still advises that you relinquish your claim on the champion in question. Your detainment of the Arrow of Retribution was made while still under the Institute's jurisdiction and influence. As such, he is in violation of champion conduct accords that you are more than aware of before he is in violation of your nationalistic pride, Grand General Swain." Spoke the man, clearly and effectively, expressionless gaze locked on the aging politician's own.
Ethan looked down at a small stack of papers arrayed in front of him for a moment until his scrutinizing eyes returned to the upstart head of state to speak once more, "Furthermore, it is no doubt apparent to you that by withdrawing from the League's influence you have lost all support we may have offered you and that you were welcome to request in defense of your city-state. The Institute is still well within its rights to cull any act of war or dangerous misuse of magic that threatens the peace of Valoran or the health of Runeterra. Understand that while you are granted your freedom and have every right to claim it, we are not willing to see our work sullied."
"I hope we have made ourselves clear." The last words were almost spat, the faintest twitch of disgust causing the summoner's nose to move ever so slightly. His piece said, he took a moment to look at Sivir, then to turn a questioning glance to his superior, Vessaria, before finally sitting back in his chair, shoulder back and back straight with his hands laced on top of the stack of papers under his hands.
Last Edit: Jan 23, 2013 16:38:22 GMT -5 by Ethan Ramseyt
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 23, 2013 17:43:33 GMT -5
Though Vessaria's eyes remained largely trained ahead, she gave a barely perceptible nod of approval as Ethan finished his speech--perhaps something only he would notice. Her face looked worn, overworked. A muscle in her strong jaw twitched.
The Grand General nodded slowly. His gaze remained even, though his crimson eyes did narrow a little at the mention of his prisoner. He lifted his chin, emanating regal purpose despite his shrunken form. "Noxus fully understands both the consequences and the boons of her declaration. It is precisely because the Institute's offered protection no longer meets our standards that we have decided to take the defense of our nation into our own hands."
He shifted his weight, drawing one withered hand from his cane to sweep the air in punctuation of his words. "I assure you, my country is equally committed to maintaining our homeworld. Consider this a declaration of our goals: Noxus will act in the accordance with the greater good. And we are willing to work alongside the Institute for the preservation of Valoran--but not for it."
Behind his shroud, Swain pursed his lips, quickly forming his response to Ethan's "suggestion." When he replied, his words were even and measured, cloaked in his typical practiced poise. "As for the prisoner... We recognize this discrepancy of dates and are willing to release him into your custody, providing the League bid him make a public statement of intent concerning his commitment to peace between Noxus and Ionia. He will not let fly another vengeful arrow in my territories. I will issue a similar statement." He finished with a sweeping glance around the room. Some of the summoners' faces looked surprised; others frowned with skepticism. He folded his hands again over his cane and awaited the council's response.
Post by Ethan Ramseyt on Jan 24, 2013 17:02:17 GMT -5
A murmur passed through the assembled summoners at the table, their eyes slowly falling upon Ethan once more. It seemed that the others had simply presumed one of the lowest ranked at the table would be speaking again. Where some may have shirked the responsibility, Ethan was more than willing to bear the weight of the trial upon his shoulders, his devotion to the institute kept his will strong.
This time as he spoke, he did not stand, moving a single sheet of paper from the top of his stack to quickly skim the page underneath. His voice was still calm, the flare of anger he'd shown at the end of his last speech was no longer present, "It is not lost on us that you wish to put your nation's past behind you. League Champion Varus, known also as the Arrow of Retribution, will issue a mandatory address to the public once he is within our custody to discuss his actions. The time and date of the transfer can be set at your leisure, though we expect a prompt exchange in the essence of fairness to both the prisoner and the statutes we have set out."
A glance was all it took to have a man approach the assembled tribune of summoners and take a single item from Ethan's outstretched hand. It was an envelope, containing a series of documents formally written to outline the expected behaviors of a previously-affiliated City-State, prepared on the off chance it had been necessary by the gold-ranked summoner himself. His peers had joked and carried on with him, regarding his worry with jest, telling him there was no way one of the most prestigious groups within the League would simply up and leave. Perhaps that was why they now looked to him to finish the hearing, seeing him right.
The man placed the officially sealed envelope before Swain and resumed his post not far from the committee while Ethan spoke up once more, "As soon as I have had time back in my office, I'll have letters of dismissal for all Noxus-affiliated champions drafted and sent to you, as well as a further document with an official termination of League activities within Noxian borders. They should reach you before the end of the week, Grand General Swain. Our presence will be continually removed over the course of the coming days until the last of our summoners have been withdrawn."
"I trust this is acceptable and have nothing more to address, Grand General. The floor is once again yours, if you have more to say." Ethan's attentions returned to Vessaria for a moment before looking down at his papers once more. He could only hope that he hadn't overstepped in claiming the responsibility of drafting the letters, hoped that he was not reaching beyond his grasp. His hesitation did not show on his strangely serene expression, however, hidden though it was. He had been truly skilled at nothing more in his life than oration and being a face for the public to see unflinching.
Do not falter from the path of peace, justice and truth will set you free.
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 24, 2013 21:19:08 GMT -5
The general indicated his approval of the Institute's terms with a curt nod. He accepted the courier's burden with an outstretched, gnarled hand, his gaze never leaving the council. "Noxus agrees to these terms. We appreciate your promptness in the extraction of your forces and the discharge of our duty-bound citizens. Likewise, we intend to deliver the prisoner with equal promptness. We are prepared to return to the Institute bearing The Arrow within a fortnight and will await the High Councilor's correspondence to determine a more definite date for our joint public declaration."
Swain leaned heavily on his cane, blazing eyes coming to rest briefly on Ethan's impassive countenance. "Noxus' grievances have been sufficiently addressed. Our terms have been stated. We find the council's provisions satisfactory."
Adjusted his cane, shifted his weight, continued in dignified purpose. "If the council is prepared to adjourn, we will take our leave. Thank you, council, High Councilor, for your time."
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