Post by The Psionic Voidwalker on Sept 7, 2013 14:16:43 GMT -5
July 3, 23 CLE
A man walked down the road, black cloak covering all his features. Blood stained his cloak, the deep red color clashed harshly against it. Stitches adorned his garments, they look to be tattered and barely held together. The winds pushed up his cloak briefly, revealing his silvered hair. He stopped in his tracks suddenly, as he felt the texture of the houses on the edge of his mind. He looked up, although there was no reason too. His clouded eyes saw only blackness. Occasionally a swirl would seem to appear in his vision, but he tried to look towards it, it was never there. He lowered his head again and began walking towards the housing. Soon the forms of people formed around him. He ignored them as best he could. It was hard to though, he felt eyes upon him. His form shivered under the stares. He didn't like people. He didn't trust them. But people were better than anything from the void. He continued walking. He felt something large in front of him. The object was weathered and tall. Very tall in fact. He couldn't see to the top of it. He needed a place to think about what to do here. He decided the top of the structure would be the best place. It was likely deserted seeing as how tall it was. It would be odd if anyone was on top of it. He lifted himself from his arms and the soles of his feet, keeping himself balanced in the air. Floating to the top of the structure. Which, unknown to him, was the wall of Noxus. He had found a slightly empty spot, or at least no one was around him for a 50 foot radius. So he sat upon what he though must be a tower, and thought of what he would do in this place full of humans.
Post by The Headsman's Pride on Sept 11, 2013 7:54:31 GMT -5
To think that a place such as the Noxian Wall - a gargantuan belt of steel circling the noxian territory, and Noxus' first bastion against attackers - would have a fifty feet gap breach in its defenses was simply preposterous. A single voice called out from one of the windows. "Intruder! He's flying, he's fucking flying!" Another voice, one much more sinister and mechanical followed suit. Intercept the trespasser. Utilize magic if you so require.
The Wall did not actually posess towers of any kind, so the intruder had actually landed on top of it's topmost floor, a roofless corridor surrounded by black, steel walls. As such, he would find himself very much surrounded by guards and summoners alike in a matter of seconds.
One of the guards - the most well-armored one of them all - stepped forward and spoke. "For ilegally trespassing into noxian territory, you are now under arrest. Surrender or we will utilize lethal force."
Post by The Psionic Voidwalker on Sept 11, 2013 15:57:55 GMT -5
The men rapidly approached Xygolo as a loud voice boomed out. The men surrounded him closely and one man, that was covered in a ridiculous amount of metal, said something to him. He had no idea what it was, but clearly these men were on edge and tense. Their muscles gave it away, they were all tense and ready to pounce. Xygolo lifted his hood and stood up, facing the empty sky and not actually any of the men. "Ki raq shi mote kai bai zel acondo bul." His deep voice seemed to echo from nowhere and everywhere at once, the language of the void filling the air around him. Most men would be frightened by the very sound. But these men seemed to be stronger, and didn't react quite as harshly. "Cai ki zul pulust." Xygolo turned to the man that spoke to him, bowing deeply. When he again raised his body, he clasped his hands behind his back. Waiting for the reaction of the men.
Post by The Headsman's Pride on Sept 19, 2013 9:02:16 GMT -5
Most of the men took a few steps back, aiming their swords directly at the foreigner. The leader, instead, lifted his weapon and began barking orders at his men. "He's preparing a spell! Neutralize him ipso facto!
In the blink of an eye, a group of five soldiers immediately jumped towards Xygolo, trying to pin him to the floor. The other men readied their swords and crossbows; while a group of 3 summoners began to prepare silencing incantations.
Post by The Psionic Voidwalker on Sept 23, 2013 13:18:35 GMT -5
Xygolo quickly surrendered to the men on him. He knew that this was not the time to fight back. When it was time he would know, Xygolo feigned to be subdued, he closed his eyes, feeling for any possible way to escape. He hung his head. Waiting for what would come next. Waiting for the chance to escape, although he had no idea what he had done. He did not agree with it, so when it became time. He would try to make his leave.
Post by The Headsman's Pride on Sept 29, 2013 16:25:54 GMT -5
The noxian soldiers tackled Xygolo, bringing him down against the steel floor without much trouble. The sound of steel against steel silenced the soldier's grunts and whispers. Hydraulic legs and rotten flesh pushed men aside without regard. A bladed arm motioned for the soldiers to rise, and so they did, making the intruder face Urgot while it was held in their iron grip. A hellish voice emanated from the cyborg's respirator, which flared with a sickly green light. Who or what are you, and why are you here?
Post by The Psionic Voidwalker on Oct 12, 2013 22:54:50 GMT -5
Carn regarded the creature before him in his mind. His words were spoken towards Carn but he regarded them as orders for the men around him, not questions for himself. So he sat and remained silent. His mind wandered, trying to figure out ways he could escape the captivity quickly and without harm. To himself or the men around him. He let his mind wander farther, thinking of the mistakes he made to be captured. Most likely he was not allowed to be up here, or perhaps in the city at all. He decided floating up large structures should be avoided in the future.
Post by The Headsman's Pride on Oct 20, 2013 14:26:27 GMT -5
Urgot's face wrinkled and shriveled, presumably turning into a frown. His front legs bent as if kneeling, putting him eye-to-eye with the trespasser. You refuse to cooperate. Excellent. With one quick swoop, his mechanical pincer grabbed onto the man's neck, tightly clenching it and pulling him upward as his hydraulic legs straightened again. Worry not, insolent maggot. I'm pretty sure the magi at Darkbourne Hold can peer into your mind. His bladed arm quickly pointed at one of the hooded figures, then immediately to another. You two. Keep his powers in check. Summoning orbs flared up, enveloping Carn with a light blue hue, negating his supernatural capabilities. Urgot turned his head towards Darkbourne Hold for a second before setting his sights on the path ahead, and then started walking.
Post by The Psionic Voidwalker on Nov 9, 2013 0:08:00 GMT -5
Carn submitted to the form in front of him. Even as his nexk was constricted his face showed no emotion. He simply looked down to the ground. He lost his vision as two men said odd things around him. He grew slightly worried by this. But thought not much of it. Instead he simply let himself be taken away. Without pointless struggle.
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