Post by The Hand of Noxus on Oct 14, 2013 19:07:40 GMT -5
Concern had been hidden from the Hand of Noxus’ face and mind. The possibility that Swain could die had not left his mind however and rumors were – No, the Hand of Noxus did not care for rumors. The populous and the aristocrats liked their talk and speculation. Jericho was strong. He would not allow something as simple as disease to claim him. Not with the Matron at his side. The kind of loyalty that Swain called to him was earned, not bought. He gripped the handle of the war room door and stopped in his tracks. He’d been requested to meet here; it had been a message from Swain himself though not delivered by his own hand.
He expected to see a dying and frail man before him, hooked to strange machines that breathed artificial life into him. The thought was like trying to shoulder the weight of Ironspike upon his back. If he kept it, it would crush him. LeBlanc would make him look presentable or he would recover. He would stand. He abandoned his despair and allowed denial to set in. He pushed the door open and entered with the stoic face he was so familiar with.
What greeted him within was beyond all expectation.
Post by The Master Tactician on Oct 14, 2013 20:11:16 GMT -5
"Darius," came the Master Tactician's address as soon as heavy boots crossed the threshold. Swain straightened up from the table over which he had been standing, strewn with maps and markers casting overlong shadows before the fire. He brought one fist behind his back and lifted his chin. No longer was he the hunched and shrunken man with whom Darius had met the Ruined King's messenger. He was strong, straight, severe, possessed of a power so intense it coursed from him in waves, a steady pulse of electric energy: bizarre.
A smile narrowed Swain's emerald eyes at the sight of his second. Upon his shoulder, his hellish raven tittered, tilting her head so that three pinpricks of light, the same blazing hue as her master's, affixed to Darius as he approached.
Behind Noxus' leader, a crimson cape billowed out in response to the power coursing from him, as though addled by a breeze. Finally, after so long in the throes of chronic illness, his form matched his spirit. It was truly a sight to behold.
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Oct 15, 2013 16:15:37 GMT -5
He almost didn't recognize the man in front of him. He almost stopped to stare and reminded himself to keep walking forward. Disbelief was swept away with the rest of his emotions in order to keep face as he approached. All the reassurance he needed that this was indeed the formerly frail Grand General was the raven that sat upon his shoulders.
"Jericho." A slow smile crept upon his face, a crack in the stone. He didn't know how it had happened or when but the man before him but the Swain had become a picture of strength. A new body worthy of the mind it housed. His eyes fell upon the table and the maps but the distraction proved to great.
"You're a bastard for not telling me sooner." A relieved and satisfied hmph sounded from his mouth. It was probably the closest Darius would ever get to laughing or easing in Swain's presence. "I'm beyond pleased to see you well again."
Post by The Master Tactician on Oct 15, 2013 19:48:59 GMT -5
A smirk met the Hand's chiding. The Grand General stood before his second, his stature straight and proud, in a pose of confidence befitting Noxus' esteemed leader. Though he was still easily a head and shoulders shorter than the other man, The Master Tactician exuded power in his every step, his every gesture--including the hand he extended to shake that of his lieutenant.
"You'll find it in your heart to forgive me, I think." His smirk broadened into a genuine grin as he waited for Darius to take his hand, to reseal their partnership in the shared endeavor to make Noxus all she could be now that they were free of the distraction of Swain's failing health.
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Oct 21, 2013 16:21:58 GMT -5
Darius gladly took the hand with a hand shake that was as strong as Swain would remember it to be. Near crushing, firm and calloused. He remember his strength and eased.
"You know well enough that I do not forgive." He narrowed his eyes with a growing and genuine smirk, the corner of his lips upturning with pride.
Post by The Master Tactician on Oct 21, 2013 21:33:05 GMT -5
The grin persisted. Swain's met his second's grip with one equally firm, if not moreso. His hand, in sharp contrast to its previous frailty, felt well-muscled and intensely solid, a match to the rest of his sculpted form--and to the conviction with which he now addressed the General-Hand. "Let's talk."
Swain freed his hand from Darius' grasp and motioned to the maps spread across the table. These documents appeared normal at first glance, but one unfurled scroll stood out: a map of Ionia marked with purple ink that skittered in the halflight: bizarre markings shifting and morphing on the page. Emerald eyes turned upon these. "Time, I believe, is of the essence. We'll need to organize a conference with the Council of Elders as soon as possible."
Post by The Hand of Noxus on Nov 3, 2013 18:09:05 GMT -5
His grasp was like nothing that he had remembered. His grin widened with satisfaction. "Let's." He removed his grasp from his first hands and moved towards the maps at leisurely pace. He had experience with these in his past campaigns but why were these of Ionia. Purple markings, ones foreign to his mind were littered here and there upon the page. The Master Tactician did nothing without purpose, he supposed there was even a reason for why he was using purple ink.
"Why is time of the essence and why does it concern Ionia?" He questioned. "What are these markings?" As he gazed upon them. "You're going to need to elaborate about this...situation. I have to qualms with meeting with the Elders though I doubt they will receive us well."
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