Post by The Master Tactician on Sept 2, 2013 21:23:37 GMT -5
Thunder sounded in the east as the armored hexcar trundled up the mountain, escorted by a grim entourage of smaller cars and officials clad in Zaunite-Noxian fatigues. The moon cast the great city of Noxus in shadow from its place behind the clouds. Summer faltered and autumn breezes swept the streets, howling through the forest of twisting spires. Their song was a dirge.
The coffin they heralded bore not a corpse, but an alien form, subdued. The Voidreaver lay unconscious in his crate, strapped into the hexcar's bed and sleeping, the unwitting final component of a long-awaited cure. But for the lament of autumn, the city lay still as though holding its breath.
The clinking of iron echoed through streets as the gates of Darkbourne Hold drew open. Side by side, the Raedsel stood in solemn silence as they watched the carrier trundle through the gates, up the drive and around the looming castle to deliver their cargo.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Sept 2, 2013 23:36:04 GMT -5
The winds of autumn blew as Singed waited, Autumn, such a curious time of the year this event had took place.
The time of harvest and the herald of winter such symbolism this date carried and didn’t go unperceived by the scientist as he played with a coin between his finger thinking of both, the completion of his formula and the wonderful opportunity he had to study the void life.
“It is finally here” Singed murmured to himself as he saw the car approach the Darkbourne Hold, the final piece for one of his most arduous and constraining jobs.
The potion itself while still a complicated marvel and a work of art wouldn’t be such detriment if it weren’t for the last ingredient, the last piece of Singed’s magnum opus.
The Blood of the void beast and odd choice that the scientist had not make but the very “illness” of his patient, weeks and months he studied the corrupted cells of the man that required this drastic measure, and he had found more than a few hints about the nature of his “curse” but it was not the time for more “questions” it was the time for answers and actions.
Singed continued waiting, watching through the window as the hextech vehicle entered the DarkBourne Hold grounds.
Post by Girard Laurentine III on Sept 3, 2013 1:42:44 GMT -5
The hextruck slowly rolled to a stop before the passenger side door opened, revealing the High Command General Girard Laurentine III. He had been tasked with escorting the Blood Hunter's package all this way from the docks of Zaun, and it had gone over without a great deal of trouble. The size of the convoy, consisting of the main truck and a couple of other smaller hexcars, was more than enough to scare off most highwaymen, and those bold enough to assault them were far too slow for Singed's hextech automobiles. Thus, it was smooth sailing along the often-traveled road between Zaun and Noxus.
Girard walked up to Singed as he exited the hextruck, bowing slightly to the chemist out of respect. "I must thank you again for the use of your 'automobile'. It has sped up the journey significantly." He gestured toward the back of the vehicle. "Your beast is in the back, and the crate remains undamaged. Whatever Warwick used to drug it, it must have been powerful...Or the Voidreaver has simply chosen to not make a sound the entire journey. I would be wary, were I you."
Post by The Blood Hunter on Sept 4, 2013 15:44:35 GMT -5
As the truck halted to a stop, the Blood Hunter was the first one out of the back. A look of pure annoyance covered his face. He had just spent several hours in the back of a truck with an unconscious Void monster, an energetic blob and several nervous soldiers.
The wolf-man let the soldiers get the crate out and ready. He had a person to meet. He approached the only man he could consider a friend.
"Long time no see Stringbean." he said to Singed, bring up his old nickname of him. Singed at been very thin and tall when they meet many years ago. He still was, but his appearance was deceptive. Singed could probably rival him in strength.
He clasped the alchemist's hand in a brotherly way. "Got you a present. I know how you like weird things"
The crate would be ready to be moved when Singed would reply to his old friend.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Sept 4, 2013 21:31:05 GMT -5
Singed snorted at his old embarrassing old nickname “Well well look at what the truck brought back the fleabag” he said responded to his old friend “Of course I like weird things if I recall correctly that why we got along since you were such a rare specimen “Brawls with a brain to match and a ruthlessness to overshadow both” he said chuckling a little “good to see you haven’t become a beast” he said getting around to see the “cargo” effectively the void beast was knocked out inside there “I will take this back to the lab I’m itching to examine it properly as well as ending a little project that I had hanging for quite some time” He said taking the huge cage with the beast with one hand and carrying it with relatively easy showing his inhuman strength. “I think we will have to meet properly after I end this one for your treatment”
Post by The Blood Hunter on Sept 5, 2013 0:08:05 GMT -5
Warwick let a good laugh out as the two reminisced of their younger days. "I was still a moron compared to you. I'm pretty sure you knew more than the professors did."
He hated to admit the reliance he had developed on Singed to help him control himself. The tonics he made would help him keep control, but their potency was starting to wain, require stronger and more frequent doses. And soon even those wouldn't be enough.
He follow Singed into DarkBourne Hold, his desire for payment overcoming his thoughts of weakness.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Sept 5, 2013 17:52:36 GMT -5
Singed kept walking at a medium pace with the precious cargo, talking with Warwick, unaware of the Grand general’s condition. “Oh yea I remember the professors I usually had to dumb down my theories so they could properly “steal” my garbage and left overs while I kept my work in code.” “Remember when “Stackwick” what that his name? tried to steal one of my formulas? He ended blue sking for around a week.”
Post by The Deceiver on Sept 5, 2013 23:51:58 GMT -5
The hairs on the back of Singed and Warwick's necks would rise as a familiar feeling rushed to them: Someone was watching, someone was near, and someone had murderous intentions screaming from every inch of their being.
Fortunately for both, they would not have to wait long for the appearance. A crackle of magic, followed by an explosion of violet smoke and LeBlanc appeared in front of them.
"Walking."
LeBlanc almost always carried a regal composure, a silken voice that could seduce any who listened to it for too long, the very image of forbidden fruit that would strut and taunt, tease and please the people who saw her.
This time, most others would consider themselves to be safer in Shaco's hands rather than suffer the glare of absolute anger that cracked her porcelain features.
"You're walking." She pointed at Warwick with her staff. "He's joking." Her staff swiveled and pointed at Singed, "And you're replying in jest. I see you take your jobs very seriously."
LeBlanc took a deep breath in, then asked, "Do you have the components for Jericho's cure?"
The Deceiver swiped at the air behind her, a rip in the very fabric of reality seemingly appeared, creating a portal to Singed's laboratory within the Darkborne Hold. "That's a trick question: for the sake of your testicles' continued existence outside of your stomach, it's yes, LeBlanc, the components are ready. You will proceed to go into your lab, bring your pet with you and create Jericho's cure now. You have ten seconds to get into your lab and start work, or else. Ten. Nine. Eight..."
Post by The Blood Hunter on Sept 6, 2013 1:57:58 GMT -5
"How could I forget? He looked like Mundo's fat brother!" he laughed with his friend over the memory.
But his laughter was cut short by the feeling of an approaching predator. He immediately went into full alert, but he couldn't sense anything. No sound, no scent, nothing.
And suddenly, she was there.
The beast roared in his head, the way one predator would at another. They both knew LeBlanc was dangerous, but to what extent they did not. Nor did they wish to.
So he kept his mouth and his beast in check, not even a growl from him. The Deceiver was clearly in a volatile state, which spoke volumes about the Generals state.
He had smelt the decay on Swain when they had last met, which had almost been a month ago. Had he weakened that much since then? He didn't want to think of what LeBlanc would do should Swain perish.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Sept 6, 2013 19:37:54 GMT -5
“Seeing that you have shed away your facade I would dare to say that the Grand general’s condition has changed to the worst” He said paying no mind to the threats from the deceiver and containing his face from showing any reaction to the menacing aura she had “Well the portal will save some moments” he said entering the portal “See you later “W” I have some work to do after this we can continue talking after your “maintenance” “Also Miss Deceiver I would ask you not to interrupt me with more threats while I work, until after I have finished the cure, after all no one in this room wants mistakes during such a complex process.”
After entering the lab Singed shed away his own polite façade and started to work, pressed on time but with the theory clear on his mind, he extracted the void blood from the unconscious creature before putting it away to keep it like that with sedatives. “Now where I was?~ ♪” he asked to himself as he started to work on the blood the first process was purifying it getting rid of all unnecessary factor on it including the sedatives that were still on it. After that he mixed it with some chemicals to ensure there won’t be any rejection or allergic reaction when it entered Swains body, after that it came to reducing the power of the void taint. Make it more manageable to the point where a strong mind would only perceive it as an ignorable yet strong instinct.
The first potion was ready now the augments “I was dying to test this one~<3” he said taking out a sample of Kha’s “claw” and putting it on a machine soon enough after pouring the corresponding chemicals and alloys, the second phase was ready the properties of the Void metal had been replicated just like in the theory he had been working all those months. Days of insomnia working on this even while working on other projects had bear fruit metal that could functionally act and replace tissue adopting the properties of it.
Furthermore it could repair itself using the self-repair systems that everybody has trough the invasion of certain cells in the body forcing them to create and manipulate the metal. “Strong as black Titanium and light enough so it won’t be a burden for his new body.”
And with that it was all ready, he took the two serums and put them in two big syringes each one around 400ml each with matching needle after all one would need to be applied to the heart directly and the other one in the spine. Right after that he walked with a quick pace towards the Grand General’s room.
Post by Girard Laurentine III on Sept 7, 2013 2:24:17 GMT -5
Girard followed slightly behind the others, observing both their jovial demeanor and their shared story before feeling something....Very off in the room. Soon enough, LeBlanc made her appearance and started to threaten the bounty hunter and scientist duo. Giard was neither a scientist nor a doctor, so he thought that he was temporarily safe from her wrath, having done his job in this task...Regardless, he stepped over the portal's boundary before turning back to LeBlanc, bowing slightly in greeting. and posing probably the most important question in this situation: "How is the Grand General?" A lesser question might be if this use of magic may destabilize the local area, but LeBlanc did not seem like she would be very receptive of the question at the present moment, so Girard held his tongue.
Post by The Deceiver on Sept 9, 2013 3:14:01 GMT -5
Girard's question would be answered by a sharp glare from LeBlanc. "He's dying and we're going to reconstruct his body into a super ultra-mega chicken that shoots fire from its rump," she snapped at him. "How do you think he's doing? He's the Grand General of Noxus, Jericho Swain, the Master Tactician, your ruler, and you ask how he's doing?"
Her lips cracked into a grin. "He's doing wonderful, dear. That is, because of Singed's unfortunate slip of his tongue, what you are going to believe from this point onwards." LeBlanc's hand shot out and grabbed Girard's face, violet magic roaring out from her and tearing itself into his skull. "If I had the patience to really care for your well being, you'd wake up as though you were in a dream. Instead, you'll feel as though you had the worst hangover in your entire life."
Another burst of magic, and the Deceiver shoved Girard towards the portal. "You'll wake up in your bed, none the wiser. Tah tah."
Once the High Command General disappeared and appeared in his home, LeBlanc let out a snarl and rubbed her face. "Singed you...if you weren't making a cure for Jericho, oh the things I'd do to you."
LeBlanc quietly watched the Mad Chemist work, and the moment Singed finished his concoction she snapped her fingers and disappeared. Singed would see the Grand General's doors swing wide open. Once he was inside, he would see LeBlanc standing next to Swain's bed, muttering and mumbling to herself, violet energy coursing from her hand. She was attempting to beautify herself before the cure was administered, not wanting to look anything less than perfect for her Jericho when he awoke and rejuvenated.
Post by The Master Tactician on Sept 9, 2013 23:15:04 GMT -5
The Grand General lay in a pitiful state, flat on his back and barely breathing. Skin hung from his bones like an ill-tailored suit and the chamber smelled of medicine and creeping death. Beneath his breathing mask, without the shroud that normally concealed it, a mass of rot spread out from cheeks to shoulders like black spiderwebs of decay. The wounds and blisters on the general's face wept and festered, and his jawbone peeked through tattered flesh in places. If not for the quiet, life-affirming rhythm of Singed's monitoring machines, the Master Tactician's wasted body might have been a corpse.
The raven cawed when LeBlanc appeared in the bedroom and fluttered down to perch upon the windowsill beside her. She mirrored the Deceiver's preening gestures, smoothing her feathers to perfection. When the chemist appeared on the threshold, her beady crimson eyes affixed to him, scrutinizing his every move.
Swain did not move, his consciousness completely obliterated by the fever that burned through him. His illness was beyond the help of the antibiotics Singed had prescribed and to save him would require swift action now--but the majority of the procedure could not be conducted without Singed's more advanced equipment.
All was quiet but for the matron's mumbling, the nervous click of Beatrice's beak and the steady beep of medical devices as Singed entered the room.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Sept 10, 2013 15:27:46 GMT -5
“Sigh you look like shit Swain” Singed murmured to himself “Well at least I don’t think he will suffer brain damage “he said reading the injections as he read the monitors searching for the hope of life within the grand general of Noxus.
It was there his brain as he predicted was intact….just with that for someone like Singed to bring him back from the valley of death if necessary.
“You should take your time and maybe rest a little Madam Leblanc this will take time, according to my calculations he shouldn’t be getting his consciousness back in at least 7 hours.” proceed to take one of the syringes the one with the purified void blood out and he “stabbed” the grand general directly in the heart with it to ensure it would get pumped to all of his body as soon as possible.
“Since I don’t think you would want to leave his side the least I can do is explain the process” he continued to talk as he tilted the grand General’s body to the side with one arm, making him show his pelvis to him, he then injected him with the second metallic liquid in the sacrum where it connects with the last lumbar vertebra “This should do the trick” he said putting him back as he was “his bones had suffered too much damage because of all the raw arcane energies his body has absorbed through the years, and got worse because of the rune that was put on his chest so I had put an extra “something” for them to regenerate.”
“The first injection was the “cure” it will make alongside the serum that was already inside his body and his “curse” mix and make him regenerate at an increased pace using the miasma and other negative energies inside of him as a source of energy effectively cleaning his body from the rune.”
“By the end of the process he will have a new and healthy body.” He continued to explain as he adjusted the equipment the sounds of the machines were a reflection of the state of the grand general monitoring his vital functions and brain waves all in order to see either his rise or fall.
The deed was done the chemicals and powerful energies should now connect mix and like the pieces of a puzzle fit to create something different, the raw magical and negative energies inside his body wouldn’t do anything but feed his transformation making him effectively more powerful.
But now like a butterfly before emerging from it chrysalis now was the phase of transition.
If the general thought that the first injection of the unfinished cure was painful he would need to gather all his desire to live and survive to not die from the shock. Powerful energies, arcane powers and heretic science all mixing inside of his being changing shaping and reconstructing his body letting only his brain intact. Every cell every organ bone and muscle torn and reconstructed in a span of few hours.
Post by The Blood Hunter on Sept 12, 2013 12:18:27 GMT -5
Warwick was now alone in the courtyard, thanks to LeBlanc. He didn't care, his part in this plan was finished. All he had to do was wait for his payment. A payment which might not come if LeBlanc's urgency was an indicator.
He decided that it would be better to wait inside, maybe get a meal from the kitchen staff while he was here. He doubted they would say no to him. Better to have a full wolf than a hungry one.
He entered the Hold through the door, unlike his previous companions. He inspected his hand as he pushed open the door. Flecks of dried blood still clung to them, from the sloppy job he had done of cleaning them after he encountered the Ionian.
He would clean them later. For know, he wanted to savour what he could from the kill.
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