Post by The Shadow of War on Sept 9, 2013 2:09:45 GMT -5
Urtistan, a once truly beautiful city that lay in ruins south of the Great Barrier. And yet even when it was a sight to be held that did not stop the dark summoner knights from ravaging it save the Clock Tower that still stood tall, an act of cruelty to the Chronokeeper Zilean for his careless for dabbling in chronomancy he was left the only survivor of the siege, and even worse he was diseased with chrono-displasia which more or less confined him to the League of Legends service.
And now, so many years later the city will find itself in the middle of a conquest planned by the Shadow Isles, after the events of their talks of peace with the Demacians the Ruined King had demanded that Hecarim secure him a stronghold on the mainland to further plan out their assaults in the future, so now the Shadow of war and the two newest generals, as well as Mordekaiser, Thresh and a small squad of ten undead arrive to claim it as their own.
Hecarim leaped off of the boat that had brought them to Urtistan, it wasn't in the best of condition from the events of the peace talks, but it served it's purpose of getting them here. He turned his body to those who were on the boat and gave his first order of their purpose here.
"Brothers. Stage one is complete, we have arrived in Urtistan. Now we begin stage two, scout for any living that may be residing in the ruins and capture them. We can have no witnesses for what comes next, then we can begin with the next step of our conquest of this place, and remember. This is the Chronokeeper's land, if he somehow senses us here then prepare for battle, it will NOT be easy to dispose of him should he appear."
With that being said, he gave them a salute to signal that they may begin.
Thraxitar silently guided his spectral mount off the boat. He finally had some space for solitude after spending a long boat ride listening to the insane babbling of his fellow general.
Hecarim gave the orders, the scouts taking off to find any prisoners. He did not know who this "Chronokeeper" was, but if a single man could potentially ruin their entire invasion, he must be powerful.
His thoughts of invasion were distracted though. A small tug pulled at his mind, a sense of familiarity. Had he been here before? The land wasn't familiar to him, but he couldn't shake the feeling he had been here...or somewhere close to here.
He waited for the scouts to return, but he couldn't help but shake the feeling he had been here before...
Last Edit: Oct 6, 2013 1:31:10 GMT -5 by Thraxitar
Post by The Chain Warden on Sept 10, 2013 16:50:59 GMT -5
The trip was long, the boat was a bit of wreck, and he had nothing to do the entire trip. The only entertainment was to bring the lantern up to his metaphorical ear and listen to the screams of the Purifier's former wife. Oh how wonderful her screams were, even if it when on and on and on. Everyone could find entertainment in something no? Like a child and a stick, his lantern opened Thresh to a new world where he could find enjoyment, even in the single small sniffle of sadness.
The boat came to a stop, and Thresh pulled away from his prized possession. He came up to the deck, and saw Hecarim leap off along with the generals. Thresh? He just casually strolled off the boat. Oh believe him, he was going to go in there and fight, but it was also best to stay behind and clean the stragglers and souls that clung to their mortal shackle.
He looked around, smiling at the now ruined land of Urtistan. "Do you remember when this land use to be something Thresh? Ah, where does the time simply go?" He inquired with a small chuckle to himself. His face became serious now, walking up to him to stand by his side. "I'll keep up the rear, if anyone is need of assistance my lantern will give them a guaranteed save. Any direction you would like me to move out from?"
Post by The Master of Metal on Sept 17, 2013 0:24:20 GMT -5
Mordekaiser merely stood and waited for the duration of the entire trip. The only thoughts running through his mind were all set on dealing with any potential obstacles on Urtistan. The Master of Metal was knowledgeable and knew of the dangerous Chronokeeper. This land was his and it would not be a surprise if he comes to defend it from the conquest. However he was prepared for anything that is to come. Time could not stop the Shadow Isles, nor will the whole of Valoran. Until then, it was time to proceed with the plan.
Hecarim gives the orders to secure the location and make sure that not a single soul was left to alert anyone. For Mordekaiser, this was a meticulous task but simple. Knowing that the few villages around here were not strong enough to put up much resistance, he heads off in another direction to attack the remaining humans from the flank. With much haste, he circles around to the other side. The humans there were in retreat from the initial attack and gathered in large groups, readying for an escape. One that will never come as Mordekaiser came from behind. Waves of deathly magics tore the life from the victims there while possessed metal tore others apart. There was no need to draw out their suffering and pain because it was not worth the time. Their souls would not provide any benefit, nor would they be of any use to him. All Mordekaiser did was follow orders and tear apart the human resistance. It was the King's will and for him to progress through his plans, he was to cooperate.
Post by Koroza Oberon on Sept 22, 2013 5:18:14 GMT -5
Koroza stepped off the boat, and felt the sand underneath his feet. Or he would have if his nerves still worked as they should, he might also feel the heat too, but the benefits of being undead were many. Resistance to the temperatures was just one of them. He was donned in his armor that he wore many many years ago, which made the slightest sound as he moved. A blue scarf was wrapped around his shoulder, it was tattered and black. The sign of a loyalty long renounced, he had a new master. Who that master was could be argued...perhaps he would only serve the The Ruined King for as long as it served his interests.
He heard Hecraim announce the rest of their plan and how it would be important for them not to leave any survivors. Finally, this was the moment Koroza was waiting for, and he licked his lips in anticipation. Finally, he would be able to calm the voices, however Koroza heard Hecraim mention a single man named Zilean who could thwart their plan by himself. This made The Sadistic Prince curious, and.....envious. To slay that man would bring him....great fame and recognition. Two things that Koroza was envious of.
"Perhaps, it would be better if we dispatched this Zilean if we are to leave no survivors." Koroza would suggest an evil glint in his hollow but dead eyes. The message and intent was clear. However, the scouts would return and report of a few villages. Thraxtir rushed forward with his Oathsworn to slay the occupants of one of those villages. The Sadastic Prince felt jealousy grow...he NEEDED to slay those innocent lives....he had to silence the voices, the demands, that roared in his head. He looked at the few remaining undead they had brought with them...just a few lower class creatures. They would just slow down his slaughter....he had not patience for such a thing today.
"Never mind....the slaughter calls me!" He would snarl shortly after his question and begin moving toward one of the closer ruins. Hoping to get fresh kills, and feel fresh living blood on his face. A reaper was coming was coming for the souls in the ruins, and many of them were destined to die an excruciating death.
Your death will not be a waste...it will bring me great pleasure.
Post by The Shadow of War on Oct 6, 2013 0:33:05 GMT -5
Hecarim looks beside him to see Thresh, a certain... happiness always came to the centaur whenever he could work with an old friend, even better that it be this historic assignment than any other as well. Addressing him casually in a less menacing tone of voice.
"This day will be another day we never forget. The living will have no choice but to notice our strength when we are done here. But for now, I would like you here in case the others arrive early, keep the living they bring here subjugated... and try not to 'collect' them just yet, we'll be needing them."
Soon after Koroza would begin making his way out to begin the scouting, this was a powerful one indeed... but his particular traits could potentially harm things, Hecarim decided to instill order in him before such a thing could happen.
"I expect you to control yourself, Koroza. The time will come when you can satisfy your bloodlust. You remember what happened to the last worm that strayed from orders, don't you?"
Post by The Chain Warden on Oct 6, 2013 19:50:06 GMT -5
Thresh had noted the change of "I shall kill you painfully and slowly" tone, to the usual "Let's kill people painfully and slowly" tone that he had with his comrades. It was good to know that there was a sense of trust between him and the undead horseman. "Indeed. It will be a day that they will have no choice BUT to remember. Hopefully the Institute shall not step in." As the general spoke, he had a disappointed look on his face, a finger twirling one of the chains on his head. if you say so. I'll wait for my fair share of fun then."
He wanted to be there to at least WATCH the torment happen. Though if he would have to sit and wait, he would. "I shall be waiting here Hecarim. Good luck out there." He said, with a cruel twisted smile.
Post by Koroza Oberon on Oct 12, 2013 3:48:49 GMT -5
Koroza was focusing on how his first kill after so many years would feel, when he was brought out of his trance by Hecarim speaking to him. Ordering him not to give into his bloodlust, and reminding him what happened to the last one who disobeyed orders. The images of the last whelp were still fresh in Koroza's mind, but not for the reasons that Hecarim may have hoped for. He enjoyed hearing the screams of the suffering, the pain they were feeling. It delighted him to say the very least.
However, death was less than optimal for Koroza. No, but......what did the pony know anyways? Did he know what it was to die, but still hunger? To experience this hunger for years, unable to quench it, and lay in agony within a tomb? No, because while Koroza was lying in agony Hecarim was killing and being active.
"I will....try....my lord." Koroza said, though it obviously pained him to just say that he would acknowledge that order. Needless to say the Sadistic Prince was not at all thrilled about such an order.
Your death will not be a waste...it will bring me great pleasure.
"Fear not Hecarim." Thraxitar spoke as he approached him and Koroza. "I shall keep this mad dog in line." His voice conveyed all his disgust that his mask hid.
Thraxitar had grown to hate Koroza a little more every time they interacted. He was a sadistic madman, delighting in sin and vice. He held no respect for rank or order. But worst of all, he lacked belief. He had no goals or purpose, other than satisfying the his sadistic pleasures. He served out of convenience, not of out loyalty.
He would keep to his promise. If the sadist ever tried to even step out of line, he would bring him back, with or without his cooperation or consent.
Last Edit: Oct 29, 2013 3:39:49 GMT -5 by Thraxitar
Post by Koroza Oberon on Oct 28, 2013 21:57:32 GMT -5
Koroza snarled when Thraxitar called him a "mad dog". The Sadistic Prince did not appreciate that comment to say the very least, while part of him demanded that he bury his war axe into Thraxitar's skull, he would restrain his rage. He glared at Thraxitar, "Well, perhaps we shall see if you break your oath a second time." The Prince would shoot back at the one who had insulted him, and then ignore any retorts that Thraxitar would say. Koroza had no more time to waste on a honor-bound fool.
"I, however, do not wish to keep our glorious king waiting, come Thraxitar, we shall search the nearby ruins first. They may act as lookouts for denizens that tread these wasted lands. We remove them, then we remove prior warning to camps or villages nearby." He would order gesturing to ruins in the distance with his war axe. While part of him screamed for blood, he knew better than to test Hecarim. Thraxitar on the other hand, he could taunt and test all he desired. Furthermore, he may be able to engineer a way for blood to split without getting his hands dirty. With that said Koroza would begin his trek to the nearest ruins, only stopping if Hecarim had more to say.
Last Edit: Oct 28, 2013 21:59:00 GMT -5 by Koroza Oberon
Your death will not be a waste...it will bring me great pleasure.
Yellow orbs narrowed in contempt. He had to work with Koroza to further the King's plans, but it brought him no joy. "Very well Oberon, well shall begin. Don't fall to far behind." Thaxitar guided his mount and took towards the ruins.
He intentionally rode slowly so his fellow general could keep up, but fast enough so he didn't have to talk with him. It would be easy for him to abandon the madman and forge on by himself. He wanted to explore these lands, see where he was and find the answer to this gnawing sense of familiarity. But he had orders to fulfil. The King was depending on this mission to succeed if he was to walk this land again.
The rocky and desolate ground of Urtistan didn't hinder his mount at all, the ethereal mount making no noise as it trotted through the land. Soon the first set of ruins would come into view and the great work would begin.
Daegorath awoke slowly from his sleep, the foul stench of something vaguely familiar rousing him from a most-needed slumber after an extended stay at the Great Barrier. Dragon or no, using his very essence as a filter for the world's natural energies was still taxing on his system, and he needed time to rest and filter out the impurities. Nevertheless, Daegorath remained ever-vigilant in his pursuits, and so he rose to discern exactly what this ill stench contained.
The mottled-turquoise dragon rose and made his way from the sleeping chamber of his lair to a small cave entrance near the peak of his mountain-home,a place where Daegorath often came to watch over his domain and sniff out any threats to the land about him, often in the most literal sense. He had been given the gift to quite literally sniff out the foul magics which humans and other races used to corrupt and twist the world around them, a gift for which he thanked whoever or whatever gave him such a blessing most heartily. The dragon stood proudly upon this perch and drew in a long sniff of the tainted air, which was driven up to the mountains by a northbound wind. Now that he was awake, the foul odor of ill-crafted magic wafted into his nostrils fully....Yet a fouler stench still hung above it all: Rune Magic, the great defiler of the very land he called home and one of the many reasons the very earth cried out in pain to this day. A low growl emanated from Daegorath's throat before he took to wing, headed southbound in search of this ill-scented magic that he might be able to expunge it from this land forevermore.
(Note: Daegorath is several dozen miles north and east of you, and headed due south. He's taking the long way and searching by nose. You all still have plenty of time. Happy slaughter fest!)
Post by The Chronokeeper on Nov 15, 2013 12:06:21 GMT -5
Dead Urtistan. The Chronokeeper considered it his home. Still the city was dead, the land on which it stood was ruined, razed down to the ashes. Alone, the clock tower stood. It was a watchtower, overlooking the empty wasteland that was golden Urtistan. He gently probed the wound that he had caused, the wound in time. It was a horrible thing, a knot of pasts and futures that was tangled chaotically. It was one thing, to scry the timelines. It was not easy to perceive the wound. A mind untrained and unprepared would be washed away in the flow of days uncounted. For Zilean this was child's play, but to look into the time wound and try to fix it was another thing entirely.
The air was filled with sorcery as he worked, and his concentration centered on the past. He had lost himself before in his work, for days or weeks at a time. It had cost him more than his life and he learned from his mistakes. Zilean was alerted to a new presence in the timeline of Urtistan. The present called out to him as the magic wards he placed became active.
The Chronokeeper blinked as his vision cleared, the magic stasis dispelled. He walked to the very top of the tower and stood under a grey sky. For a moment, he looked down upon a shining city that teemed with life., but it was just a memory. The empty land stood wreathed in mist, and Zilean prepared himself for what he did not know.
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