Post by Vessaria Kolminye on Apr 10, 2013 1:43:50 GMT -5
((Open to all summoners. If your Summoner is at a high enough level to lead the group into Demacia, feel free to mention it to in your post.))
Vessaria could feel the beginnings of what could only be described as a raging headache as she found herself seated in a very familiar looking place, with papers spread out in front of her. Reports on the Shadow Isles invading Demacia, of who was present and who had made themselves known. She sighed, rubbing her fingers against her temples. Though many of the Summoners who had been dispatched to Freljord had returned, their numbers were still lacking. Even more concerning was the way the Void invasion had been dealt with, though that was a mess she needed to attend to later. The Nexus that had been taken to the Freljords still needed time to charge back to full capacity, and all the other ones they had were, admittedly, not as potent.
Her hand reached out to slide one report forward, scanning it quietly. A strange shadow had apparently made his voice known, and there were pillars of strange magic being set up around the city's perimeter. The casualty count was the highest in the country side, though the main attack seemed to have been focused within the walls of Demacia. Vessaria had reached out towards any potential Summoners who had an interest in aiding the Golden City, though it would perhaps be prudent of her to consider leading the contingent herself. Such brash actions should not go unpunished, and it appeared the League needed to make its voice loud and clear once again.
Post by Nulla Draconis on Apr 13, 2013 7:16:41 GMT -5
The sound of a walking cane clicking against the Institute's marble floor filled the hallway leading up to the meeting hall. There was, however, no cursing about how immeasurably long the thing was, nor how whoever designed it should be decapitated.
Then, the unthinkable happened. Summoner Draconis walked through the door and, after respectfully bowing his head towards Kolminye, took a seat at the table. The man got in time to a meeting - no, he got there early.
Nulla reached for the report, sliding it to him across the table with his slender fingers. He pulled out his reading spectacles and glanced the report, frowning halfway through the reading.
Post by Nick and Zero on Apr 16, 2013 22:03:55 GMT -5
Some time ago a new batch of relatively young summoners earned their promotions out of junior status, among them the artificer Nicholas Ravencroft- while most of his fellow graduates were in ther mid 20s, he was already past 30. His status as the best among these youngsters almost made up for the fact he’d been relatively inconsequential for a long time, being one of many attendants in the Institute’s vaults, as well as a minion summoner.
Many of his peers who had since moved on to higher ranks were genuinely surprised to see the fairly mediocre summoner even be able to move up in the first place. Word got around he’d built a decent golem, capable of mundane tasks and combat operations, as well as learning capacity. Something most of them could do.
And so it was, after being held back for nearly five years, the no-named artificer finally earned his Silver, and would begin being more involved in the affairs of the Institute and the world at large... because only juniors and the Head Artificer stay in the vaults and toil away cataloging mundane scrolls and the stock magic items.
“Hold it. Only Silver and up are allowed inside.” The doors to the council room were barred by an extremely tall, halberd armed and armored Institute Custodian- the warrior guardians of the Institute. They were called glorified door men, to the more cynical, but their effectiveness was without question.
“I- I... I just...” Nicholas began to speak, putting his thoughts together; Barely a week after promotion and he was already set on doing his duty, but a long career of sitting and labouring at a table did not lend itself well to social work or his posture.
“Summoner Nicholas Ravencroft has completed his advanced summoner training and is now Silver Ranked. He is qualified to attend this meeting.” Beside the purple robed summoner was a humanoid golem- female human in face, but the body fairly obviously a construct. A mostly black chassis, with many layers of curves ridges, the sleek aesthetic of the summoner’s creation was commented upon by a few detractors- but the construct’s functionality was undeniable. Strong. Swift. Extremely durable. And a mental faculty not completely known to others.
“I see, finally moving up in rank, are we artificer?” The custodian joked slightly, recognizing Nicholas. Not to mention he was still wearing his many-pocketed artificer coat.
“That’s summoner to you, Custodian.” He corrected, taking a small effort to keep his tone fairly formal and nonchalant. Surely enough, the Custodian opened the door for him.
“Of course, of course. Might want to, you know, leave the artificer coat out here... or wear them inside the robes.” He suggested, commenting on Nicholas’s fashion sense.
Nicholas the artificer, the golem maker, the minion master... He slowly made his way into the meeting hall, briefly passing the foyer. This time, he wasn’t the food server or an assistant, but on his own, eager to prove his abilities and what he’d learned from his ‘discoveries’.
“You’re perspiring, summoner.” Zero said, her voice tone becoming less monotone when they’re on their own. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from the summoner’s brow.
“Ah...huh...” Nicholas felt a bit awkward... Zero’s original creator must’ve been an incredibly meticulous artificer. “Let’s be seated. The Councilor is waiting.” Zero ushered Nicholas into the main hall down the central walkway.
“He-hello... greetings, councillor... I’m here...” He said, quickly taking a seat near summoner Draconis. He picked up the reports and read them over, before handing them to Zero. “S-so... A crisis in Demacia... I need to get out more... oh dear, the Shadow Isles...I... who is going to be in charge...?”
“The Councillor will likely explain soon. Let us wait for it.” Zero said, before looking forward once more, her cold, expressionless human face paying attention to Vessaria. Nicholas also quieted down, giving his fellow summoners acknowledging nods. He was probably the least experienced in the room, but that would change when he could test Zero’s capabilities.
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Apr 21, 2013 0:26:00 GMT -5
The clatter of five men walking unison filled the hall, five summoners each with a trim of silver around their purple cloaks. Their builds were the same as were their skin tone and if one were to look beneath the blackness beneath their hood they would even see that their faces were in fact quite similar. All young and Ionian and all apparently the same person. The one at their lead entered the room first before making his way over to a group of chairs and then sat in silence. Only one made eye contact with Vessaria while the rest sat to the right of Daichi in complete silence.
The seriousness of the situation required that Daichi be at his full potential. It had taken nearly a week but he had his clones and he was ready to act and more importantly ready to survive the ordeal when it was done with.
Post by Vessaria Kolminye on Apr 21, 2013 4:22:20 GMT -5
No sooner had she set the reports down did the sound of the doors opening capture her attentions. Vessaria looked up, a familiar face greeting her. Summoner Nulla Draconis who had apparently been a part of the Freljordian invasion a few weeks. She watched as the elderly male took it upon himself to take one of the binders, then engrossing himself in the details of the Demacian city. Vessaria felt no urge to talk with him, simply turning back to her own copy. No doubt he would speak when needed, but she was familiar enough with the other's habits that it warranted no spoken word.
Murmurs beyond the heavy wood was something she barely took notice of - the guards outside usually dabbled in small conversation as they passed by. It was only when a pair of heavy footsteps entered the room did Vessaria spare a glance. A male of unknown face to her and an equally unknown girl beside him. She frowned, the lines on her forehead creasing slightly. She had, of course, heard of Summoners who graduate to a certain rank - even if she didn't know their names, she certainly knew their qualities. Vessaria had heard of this man, but as far as his skill, all she knew was that he was a little above average when it came to modelling golems.
His trembling greeting was meet with a curt nod, and her expression returnd to its usual neutral state as he began to mumble to himself. "I hoped the report would have been clear, but to spare time... Demacia has been overrun by the denizens of the Shadow Isles and their undead minions." Her eyes locked with the emotionless orbs of the female golem, only breaking eye contact once a group of summoners decided to make themselves known by marching in.
Vessaria decided to ignore the newcomers at first as she continued to address the golem mancer. "I hope you realize how dire this situation is. It is not a test field for your creations," she eyed the Summoner this time, "If you are ill prepared, you will pay with your life." Then, without waiting for an answer or even a rebuttal, she turned to the other Summoners. Vessaria knew immediately.
"I've heard you have taken a personal interest in this matter," she stated simply.
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Apr 21, 2013 17:37:17 GMT -5
Daichi, the true one nodded. “…You heard correctly.” He had met Vessaria only a handful of times and was surprised that she of all people would remember him. Her gaze seemed knowing somehow and how simply she said her words might have hinted to him she knew more about what he did in his spare time than he wished she did. “…I stayed out of Freljord but I won’t stay out of this matter.” A Cyromancer in Freljord would have proved handy, he had no doubts, but he wanted nothing to do with the Void. Additionally, despite his activities he did not want the Institute of War to fall.
“…I can’t sit by idly anymore. While I do know some people in Demacia the death toll is staggering. Someone needs to do something. The world is burning around us.”
Post by Nick and Zero on Apr 21, 2013 21:07:26 GMT -5
Nicholas remained quiet as Vessaria spoke, knowing he still had to prove his worth of the field. He had some confidence- For one, sending in his golem was a safer alternative then risking more souls to be lost to the forces of the Isles. A construct, an especially intelligent one as Zero, could do a great deal.
He studied the reports, and knew the situation was going to be grim. Demacia was a military powerhouse, but they were never keen on alliances. Aside from possibly Piltover, they probably only had the Institute. They, the summoners, would have to nip the problem in the bud. The reports didn’t seem very specific on a course of action or an overall strategy.
He raised his hand to speak, and explained his plan when he was called.
“Um... if I may make a suggestion, we could tap the Institute’s resources to lend further aid to Demacia. If our Nexii are not yet ready to be fielded the artificers... I... can upgrade the intelligence of our reserve minions and golems in combat and make them much more useful. With resources, I can even get an assembly line going. They can hold... key points in the city while the Demacians regroup and regain their bearings. Or alternatively, they could help in support roles.”
“Meanwhile, we the summoners ourselves can be present to deal with the invasion at its heart... if that would be helpful.”
Nicholas fell quiet after, feeling he may have spoken up a bit much. Still, he exchanged looks with his companion, and Zero simply looked back, her blank expression hiding the thought processes as she brought up the schematics for this course of action.
Last Edit: Apr 21, 2013 23:46:56 GMT -5 by Nick and Zero
Post by Nulla Draconis on Apr 23, 2013 4:30:47 GMT -5
Nulla lowered the reports and rised his head. With a half-open mouth he blankly stared forward. His eyes lightened up, as if the man had been struck with a sudden epiphany. It took him a few seconds to notice his dumbfounded expressions. When he did, the man coughed and changed his semblant back to his usual powerful and experienced expression.
Speaking of resources... I may have access to something that may be helpful. Specifically, arcane golems. The man thoughtfully stroked his beard, eyeing the other summoners. They are located within my old workplace's basement. If I somehow managed to get there without being slaughtered by the undead hordes, I may be able to activate them. They're not big in numbers, but I'm certain they will prove to be a great asset.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 25, 2013 11:19:27 GMT -5
The clicking of heels could be heard approaching the War Room where - last she checked - the current status of the Invasion of Demacia would be discussed, with the High Councilor present.
Tybresa's purple robe folds whirled after her as she hurried, carrying a large folder in her arms - while she had no difficulty with its weight, her heart was beating faster than usual, several beads of sweat having appeared on her forehead.
She was nervous, that was obvious - she was distressed, concerned, worried ... she couldn't believe it. She had only returned to the Institute of War for barely a month, only to hear that Demacia was besieged?! By the Ruined King himself and his host of undead?
The guards standing at the doors have taken notice of her long before she did, and had lowered their halberds, bowing their heads as they spoke out respectfully.
Senior Steward.
Tybresa slowed down to a halt and acknowledged the two men with a nod of her head before she spoke out politely.
Good day to the both of you. Tell me true - am I terribly late?
The guard on the left spoke out.
Not terribly, Senior Steward - though I feel I should say that Summoner Draconis has arrived long before you did.
Not terribly late, then - just horrendously so! she chuckled lightly and shook her head to herself. Thank you. Would you be so kind as to open the door for me? I feel I am a little bit ...
Tybresa staggered a moment as a small sheet of paper almost slipped out of the folder had she not reacted quickly to catch it and stuff it back. She then shifted the great file in her arms, the weight quite heavy, especially when she was standing idly. The guards didn't await for her to continue, for they already opened the great double doors leading within. Tybresa nodded her thanks to the both of them and entered within.
She quickly stepped to the nearest chair and placed the folder on the table's surface as carefully as she could, not wanting other stray papers to fly out ... She let out a relieved sigh and finally allowed herself to glance around the room, taking note of the present summoners.
She curtsied towards the High Councilor, deeply bowing her head as she spoke out in a warm, respectful voice.
High Councilor Kolminye - Senior Steward Farrister-Cassalantar, present and at your service. She raised her gaze and looked apologetically. And apologies for the tardiness.
She looked at Summoner Draconis and smiled warmly as she nodded her greetings to him; her gaze then rested on the silver-ranked summoner and smiled encouragingly at him - she had recently read through his file and was among those that voted he should be granted a promotion. It was about time, she thought - the man was long overdue to raise up the ranks.
As for the rest, she only threw a brief glance, not recognizing any of the faces ... but that was not the reason she was here. She cleared her throat and looked at the summoners present with an apologetic look, her voice warm but urgent.
My apologies for interrupting - I can see you were in the middle of some planning. But I bring new - good news, for once.
She rested her hand on the folder on the desk and tapped her index finger over its surface.
High Councilor Kolminye - I spoke with the Magus Ascendant recently and he expresses a wish to participate in combating the invasion of the Ruined King's forces on Demacia.
Post by Nulla Draconis on Apr 25, 2013 15:17:57 GMT -5
The artificer smiled while politely nodding towards the steward, acknowledging her pressence.
When he heard Tybresa's mention of Xerath, he leaned forward into his seat to make sure he did not miss one detail. The anticipation forced his fingers to idly drum on the table.
Post by Vessaria Kolminye on Apr 29, 2013 22:47:52 GMT -5
Vessaria shifted as the brown-haired Summoner responded. His name had slipped, of course. But as he spoke, she acted as if she had already heard it all before. Her expression was unchanging, her fingers pushing papers together continuously as she nodded. She hadn't noted his absence from Freljord, but it did seem odd now that she thought further on the matter. Nothing she'd have to investigate on, but something she'd have to keep in mind for the future. She inclined her head, "Your presence, then, is appreciated."
Vessaria turned to the young artificer and his construct as soon as those words left her lips. He had something to say, and it seemed to tumble out in a mess of words. Amused as she was, she did not interrupt. Once he was through, however, she could not help but smirk quietly to herself before responding. "I was under the impression that those we send to aid Demacia would obviously play by their strengths, if situation calls for it." She paused, pondering as her nails clicked dully against the paper, "We will have a Nexus ready." It was then did she stop, her eyes fixated upon the artificer, though they betrayed nothing. "The Institute would be willing to offer what you need, but you will have to discuss that with Summoner Draconis, the League's very own High Artificer."
Her point of attention was smoothly transitioned to the elder in question, "Golems," she repeated, her voice quiet. A practice that was most uncommon, and for good reason. Though they had their very own who participated in the League of Legends, any sort of animation was... well, forbidden, to say the least. Artificers had been told to exercise great discretion and caution when discussing such topics - obviously, the girl that was sitting next to the young artificer, Vessaria had been told of. It was a case they had left alone, though it was something they had all been cautious about. What Summoner Draconis was proposing, however, was a different matter entirely. Still, she could not deny that these intelligences would prove to be very handy. It was simply the argument of morality thereafter - what would happen to the golems, the artificial intelligences, once the Invasion had been dealt with?
She inhaled softly, settling her eyes shut. "We will have to discuss that later. As you are aware, there is much to consider." But there was no time in shutting her gaze to the world and her surroundings. Vessaria gave Nulla a pointed look, one that would speak volumes about what he had just offered and was once again drawn to the sound of footsteps. She had guessed at who it was, the want to prove oneself overpowering as the High Councilor stood just as the Senior Steward herself walked in. Their short conversation over the Freljordian invasion from weeks ago flickered briefly in Vessaria's mind as the brunette made her introduction.
Her news did, unsurprisingly, capture her attention. Vessaria looked at Tybresa first, long and hard, judging whether or not the woman was being serious. She was, of course. A sigh. "I see." Was the only response she could give. Xerath, the Magus Ascendant. He was powerful, yes. Very powerful, and he would make an incredibly useful asset to the League if he so wished to be. But that was the catch. One of his power could not possibly want to help out of his own accord and expect nothing in return. Besides, from her knowledge, Xerath had no personal interest in Demacia or the Invasion itself. Then there was the matter of how he was to help, and who would be there to stop him if he so chose to turn on the League. She had no doubt that they would succeed in pushing one force back, but both? It would be a hard task.
Once her reflection was over, Vessaria sat back down, motioning briefly for the Senior Steward to take a seat if she was so inclined. "I suppose there is something he would want in return?" A thin eyebrow was arched, almost waiting to see if she would deny that statement. "And I suppose you would be willing to accompany him to keep him in line?" They were all, mostly, rhetorical questions. Vessaria was still uncertain about the Magus' participation, but the League would find themselves in an easier position to deal with the Shadow Isles and their abomination.
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on Apr 30, 2013 11:10:12 GMT -5
Tybresa bowed her head in gratitude when the High Councilor gestured for her to sit, easing herself in the chair with a small trace of relief on her face. She stared up at the folder which was now towering over her, limiting her vision around the room ... she tried her best to inch it slightly to the right so that she may at least have a good vision range of the High Councilors and those seated to her left.
When the High Councilor spoke, she snapped her gaze back to her figure and promptly stood up, resting her hands - and weight - on the large folder standing in front of her. She nodded slightly before she would speak.
With all due respect, High Councilor - the Magus has sought me out in my offices and inquired about the issue, claiming he wished to assist the war effort as a sign of his good faith to the League. He did not, however, voice out any kind of reward or wish in return for his presence ...
She bowed her head lightly, lightly tapping her fingers against the hard cover of the folder.
Personally, I like to believe he is genuine in his feelings, but I have brought the champion's folder from the Institute's Archives for the Council's own leisure to look upon and be able to come forth with a favorable outcome for both sides.
She raised her gaze, her blue eyes meeting the Councilor's.
My lady, if I may be so bold ... the Magus Ascendant came to me to inquire on the issue instead of his assigned Steward. That is open to interpretation, of course - but I feel, that ... perhaps he would look upon it favorably if I were his guardian during the endeavor. Not to mention that I would have no quarrels ... nay, I would wish it so - to play my own part in the defense of my birthplace against the scourge that dares to besiege the great city of Demacia, and drive them back to the very pits of Hell where they belong!
She was quite startled at the passion flaring through her words when she spoke, but tried to keep it casual - she quickly bowed her head once again, speaking in cold, distant tone.
But it is for the Council to decide whether the League would permit the champion to participate and join his own forces to that of the demacians. I also trust the Council's judgement to choose the most suitable Steward to oversee the champion's actions and make certain he will act out as it would be expected of a champion of the League of Legends.
Post by Vessaria Kolminye on May 3, 2013 2:26:32 GMT -5
Vessaria looked on in silence as Tybresa spoke, contemplating the woman's heated words. She did not cut in, simply waited for the woman to finish before she addressed her points individually. Though she did wonder if the Senior Steward was naive in her ways, perhaps it was simply because one should not expect others to be as jaded as they. Still, it was... strange. She had never heard of Xerath's 'good will' up until this point, and she had a hard time believing in this change of heart. Still, there would be no harm in the discussion of this matter though Vessaria feared their time was running out. Or at least, the time she had allotted to this cause.
When Tybresa had finalized her statement, Vessaria was quiet at first. She pressed her fingertips together, and though her gaze was on the Steward, she was not really seeing. It was in this state did she allow a few minutes to pass, in order to brood over those words. Her reply was not final, though they had an air of certainty to it. "You must be aware that the Magus' history does not do him any favors, even if we can claim that the past is past." Vessaria tilted her head, eyes gleaming with knowledge Tybresa did not know. "Sometimes we are too quick to place our trust in things we do not understand, and words alone will not be enough to quell my concern."
But there was something more to it. Vessaria knew that Xerath had something, an ulterior motive. Something he would not tell anyone, but she knew it. Not by word or by sound, but because in the Institute of War, there were no secrets. She would not stand here and argue this point with Tybresa, however, and she seemed well set on the idea of Xerath's 'good faith'. She did not give voice to these thoughts, and instead moved on. It was no surprise that Tybresa would feel so strongly on this matter. After all, she felt certain that she could prove herself during their last meeting. Vessaria inclined her head, "Of course, if the Magus had come to you instead of his assigned Steward, it would be prudent of me to respect his decision." She could not quite recall the name of the one in charge, only a face.
"The League does not appoint their Senior Stewards at their whim. If the Magus believes you will be the most suitable, then we will entrust him to you. However, it also goes without saying that should anything unfortunate occur, it will be entirely your responsibility." Vessaria's tone was airy, though there was a definite warning. She smiled thinly, "The Magus will be given leave to assist Demacia, but you will not be the only one to watch him. He will be forbidden from coming into contact with any magical artifact, be it Nexus or otherwise." Her hands moved, palms returning to the folders in front of her. "I hope you fully understand when I say, Senior Steward, that there will be severe consequences if he is not kept in check."
Post by Tybresa Farrister-Cassalantar on May 3, 2013 7:50:21 GMT -5
Tybresa kept her head bowed, lightly running her tongue across her lips in anticipation of the High Councilor's opinion and verdict. When Vessaria finally spoke, Tybresa raised her head, staring back at her with an unreadable expression, save for her eyes, which betrayed her high expectations.
She nodded at the words before she spoke out softly.
I understand, High Councilor. Perhaps it seems naive of me to believe he may not have other intentions than just for the sake of Demacia, but I believe that a word given is stronger than any kind of magic. The reason why I put my faith in the Magus is because he gave me his promise. And while his past may not put him in a favorable light overall ... I believe he will keep it.
Tybresa softly exhaled in relief as the High Councilor gave her verdict, and took great note of her warnings, bringing her hand to rest lightly on the choker tied around her neck.
Of course, High Councilor - I understand completely. I will take full responsibility of my charge.
She glanced over at the hefty folder in front of her for one moment.
If I may inquire, High Councilor - is there anything else the Council present would require of me? Or whether my presence is necessary here at all - if not, then I shall proceed to make the needed preparations for the travel and let the champion know of the decision. I shall assume that we would be expected to depart first thing in the morning, my lady ...?
Post by Kiersta Mandrake on May 3, 2013 20:48:17 GMT -5
With a shuddering groan the great double doors of the War Room began to swing open once more. High Councilor Kiersta Mandrake brusquely swept past the guards at full attention, her robes flowing in the wake of her steps. Her face a mask or assuredness, she paused just over the threshold looking over each of those who chose to attend the meeting.
The heavy crackling of magical power pervaded the room as three additional figures overshadowed Mandrake’s entrance entirely. Despite his modified form, Xerath's body radiated a fluctuating light, illuminating the doorway around him. Enveloped in Xerath's aura, the many facets of Skarner's body reflected unearthly hues of light throughout the meeting chamber as he scuttled into the War Room. Nasus towered above all three figures as he fell in place behind Mandrake, the absence of his weapon doing little to mitigate the might of his form.
Mandrake’s eyes locked on the Tybresa's as her utterance faded into question. “Perhaps you would stay a moment longer, Senior Steward. I believe there are a few things yet unsettled in this war.” She began pacing the periphery of the room as she continued to address all those present. “Yes, war. This is not a simple exercise like those we have all engaged in on the fields of justice. Once you step through the portal to Demacia, it will be your own like that is in danger. We do not have the advantage of a single spell that can turn the tides of battle throughout Demacia as we had in the Freljord and Kalamanda, and so it is critical that we fall back on the training of our predecessors.”
She came to a stop as she reached Vessaria's side. “The summoners of the Rune Wars were masters of such protracted engagements. Techniques from which we developed the magics of the league match. I've called the champions you see before you to hear out my plea, that we join forces body and mind to drive back the undead and protect the innocents of Demacia from defilement.” She remained standing, her arms folded behind her back. “With your aid, I will lead the liberation myself to assure our victory.”
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