Post by The Half-Dragon on Nov 16, 2013 10:41:24 GMT -5
((If you want to join, you have to have been present when Shyvana first saw Demacia and ask me first.))
16 CLE May 30Th
The huge walls of Demacia came into view as the group paused briefly on top of a small hill. Unease flowed through the Half-Dragon, this was the closest she had ever been to a city, let alone one this big. Her father had told her about cities like these, but those had always been stories, never as real as this. Shyvana looked at the massive city, so full of life and prosperity. Taking two uneven steps towards it she both admires the city but is also scared by it.
The Half-Dragon dropped her small bag with the few belongings she had managed to salvage from the attack onto the ground, turning around she pointed at the city and looked at the man who had helped her.
"Is that.... Demacia?" She asked, tilting her head a little. He had told her Demacia was big, but she never had guessed that the city would be this big. "This must be it, it has to be it." She thought and looked Jarvan in the eyes while waiting for the answer.
From what she could see while looking Jarvan in the eyes, the rest of the group was still cautious around her. None of them had really spoken to her directly, only returning her questions with short sentences. Moving her eyes from Jarvan, she looked on the rest of the group. They were all fierce fighters from what she had seen, but there was one man in the group that stood out. Except for Jarvan that is. Looking at him, Shyvana noticed he did not wear the same armor as the rest of the group. Maybe a recruit or something like that, she thought and looked back at Jarvan before turning around and facing the city again.
The city interested her, Shyvana wanted both to run away from it and walk into it and look everywhere. In the past, it had always been her Father who had decided what to do and when to do something, but now with him gone she had to rely on herself.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Nov 16, 2013 20:20:53 GMT -5
Jarvan IV too looked at the city walls with a mixture of doubt and excitement. There would be questions about his judgement. There might be unseen consequences. Honestly, only time would tell. The prince felt he made the right choice, but then again... It could all go wrong if he wasn't prepared. He was running over the strategy in his mind. Bring a half dragon into the city as an ally? If he had learned anything form his fathers diplomatic lessons he would be able to handle this. Her question roused him from his thoughts, but he did not answer it.
"Shyvana, remember what we discussed. We will go straight to the palace. I will do most of the talking, but you may be forced to respond. Whatever they ask, you say the same thing. I am here to humbly serve the King, and his justice. Say that, and only that. You MUST ignore any offense given. Just as dragons hate humans so do humans hate dragons."
He looked at her searchingly. "This is all they know, right or wrong. You are both and neither. Many will not understand at first."
There was no little time left, and the prince could already hear people crying out in the distance. News of their return would travel fast, and having another accompanying, one of grey skin and fiery hair, would attract a larger crowd than usual. They would make straight for the palace, ahead of the gossip and the news of her lineage was known to all. It would spread like wildfire, likely on their heels, but Jarvan IV wanted to see his father before his advisers had time to spill their deep and well rooted fears.
Post by The Half-Dragon on Nov 17, 2013 6:32:35 GMT -5
Shyvana blinked and looked at him, feeling a little bit disappointed that he hadn't directly answered her question. But his statement would do the trick. As Jarvan finished his sentence Shyvana nodded.
"I am here to humbly serve the King, and his justice." repeated to show that she knew what to say.
Looking back at the city, the voices of the people reached her ears as well. The city must be thrilled to have him return from the expedition, she leaned down and took up her bag from the ground. "Straight to the palace, don't talk to anyone and don't burn anything." The Half-Dragon thought and began to walk towards the shining city, looking back only to make sure that the rest of the group followed her.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Nov 17, 2013 7:10:03 GMT -5
The other "man that stood out" marched at the back with a uncomfortable expression. He was upset, indeed. But not particularly because he was bringing a dragon half-breed to Demacia. He was upset because the half-breed creeped him out. "I really hope no one sees my face. I'm almost done. Don't screw up now, Brightshield. Don't screw up, don't screw up, don't screw up..." Normally, Lucas didn't care about how creepy or frightening he found particular enemies or even allies to be. But this time, the group was lead by the PRINCE of Demacia. And Lucas was having a hard time coping with that.
When the half-breed looked at the group, Lucas' anxiety only got worse. "Can she sense fear? She'll notice me, I'm nothing like the others. I can't blend in with these men. I'm not one of them. I think even she realises that." Despite the panic that was slowly but surely creeping up on Lucas, he marched on, while trying to keep his expression straight, which wasn't particularly working out. But the Prince couldn't notice his fear. He'd never forgive him. Lucas wondered if he'd be able to forgive himself.
I am a Pathfinder. I will do what everyone else thinks below him, because someone must do it. Call me dishonorable for it all you want. I serve justice, not honor. And Demacia, ofcourse.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Nov 18, 2013 19:38:53 GMT -5
Jarvan took step beside Shyvana as they approached the opening gates. Two groups of soldiers stood on opposite sides of the road in salute, their faces calm and serious. The guard was present in full strength to receive the prince and his company, and they were proud of it. He kept a quick pace toward the captain of the guard who stood center, waiting to speak with him, ignoring the people who crowded the square in observance.
He spoke before the man had a chance. "Captain, my men and I have returned, leaving the world with one less dragon. I will be going straight to my father, see that the others are taken care of. We are all tired from the long journey. My horse!", said Jarvan to no one in particular, waiting for it to be brought up to him. He said nothing of his strange guest, staring down the captain with a severe expression of impatience.
"On second thought captain, a carriage." It was a long ride to the palace, smarter to do it sitting comfortably than riding double with Shyvana.
Post by The Half-Dragon on Nov 19, 2013 0:27:38 GMT -5
Shyvana looked around them in awe as they entered the city through the gates. It was even bigger than she thought, the massive stone wall along with the gate made it seem to be able to fend of any invaders, probably even a dragon. A stupid one. When Jarvan spoke Shyvana listened, she listened closely to what he said. Something about a dragon then horses.
When he mentioned a carriage she tilted her head, looking up at Jarvan. Moving closer to him before poking him lightly, "Ehm... Jarvan.." whispering quietly to him, "...What's a carriage?" Shyvana felt kinda stupid not knowing what a carriage is, but growing up on the run with a dragon kind of explained why she didn't know what he was talking about.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Nov 20, 2013 21:39:46 GMT -5
Jarvan IV looked at her, eyes wide at the question. He'd never had to describe such a simple thing to anyone who wasn't a small child. "A carriage is... a wooden box on wheels. Horses pull them, and people ride in them to travel farther and faster than they could on foot." Nervously glancing at the captain he continued. "We'll talk later, for now just do as I do."
The captain made small talk while his men carried out the request. "Its good to have you back your majesty, who is your-" "It's good to be home Martyn, Thank you", he interrupted as he turned back to Shyvana. As the captain opened his mouth to speak Jarvan IV opened his own while he searched for something to say, stopping the man from continuing. He shifted his gaze slowly between the two of them, took a deep breath to fill the silence and finally said to the half-dragon, "People can't fly." Those three words confused the Captain to no end. Fly? Who is this dark skinned girl? What kind of person doesn't know what a carriage is? Was it some sort of joke? On one hand he was burning to know exactly what was going on and on the other he thought better of asking the prince a question that would show his ignorance of the subject. He kept silent, standing uncomfortably at attention.
The carriage arrived quickly, brought alongside them in the street by a few soldiers. It was flanked by three mounted knights who saluted the prince as they waited for him to enter. "Very good." Jarvan IV returned the salute with a respectful pause, and then jumped into the carriage door a soldier held open. After a moment he realized who was accompanying him and turned, leaning and holding out his hand to Shyvana. "Come."
Post by The Half-Dragon on Nov 21, 2013 9:36:40 GMT -5
The Half-Dragon raised her eyebrows. A giant wodden box on wheels that is used for transportation? Never had she heard of such a thing, but she knew what a horse was. When the captain began speaking to the Prince, Shyvana moved to the other side of him, seemingly hiding from Martyn.
She could both hear and smell the horses before they came into sight, turning her head she lookdd at them. They looked nothing like the horses she had seen, these wore armor. Then there was the box on wheels, looking at it she tilted her head and blinked a few times. Humans were fe really weird creatures. When the knights came up behind it, the Half-Dragon felt uneasy again. Moving away from them she moved closer to one of the carriage horses instead and touched it softky with her finger tips. They felt the same like the ones she had seen.
The horse on the other hand did not like getting touched, maybe because it sensed what she was beneath the skin. The horse let out a snarling sound, catching Shyvana off guard. She jumped back a bit and looked up at Jarvan where he stood, quickly taking his hand and moving into the box she sat down and sighed.
"Your horses are weird." she'd say once he joined her and closed the door. "I just barely touched her and she got scared"
Post by The Might of Demacia on Nov 21, 2013 10:54:01 GMT -5
When word spread that the Prince had returned, it should be no surprise that the leader of the Dauntless Vanguard would be at the palace, awaiting his arrival. No doubt he brought souvenirs from his expedition, but it wasn't the trinkets that he was interested in. Garen was here to ensure that his prince and childhood friend was safe, in every meaning of the word. He stood at the base of the marble staircase that led to the doors of the Palace along with two other Vanguards. The trio formed a wedge formation, and were at parade rest. Spectators were gathered around the palace as well, wanting to give the Prince a warm welcome home.
In the sunlight, their armors gleamed like holy relics. Garen's image as a paragon of Demacian ethic enhanced by the heroic lighting the sun gave. 'What surprises do you bring this time, my Prince?" Garen thought to himself as he kept his gaze straight at the gathered crowd all excited for Jarvan IV's arrival at the palace.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Nov 22, 2013 17:11:33 GMT -5
The horse snorted and stamped its hooves as Shyvana climbed into the carriage. Jarvan sat, studying her expression. "Horses have keen senses and a badly trained horse is fearful and flighty. Your heritage might play a part. Don't think much of it. " The city passed quickly by his window and the carriage bounced gently on the the cobblestone road. The prince reviewed his options, the words he should use when introducing Shyvana to his father. His word held weight, but he was conscious of his fathers methodical judgement and lack of bias toward his son. That last was once a source of heartache, but he understood it now. The responsibility he carried, the mantle he was being prepared for, couldn't be carried by someone soft and sheltered. It shouldn't be carried by someone who is afraid of a willing ally either, he thought to himself.
"Are you afraid?" Jarvan IV turned to his new friend, this unassuming girl who tore the heart from a dragon with her own hands. The carriage drew closer to the palace, passing through a broad gates and across an old stone bridge.
Post by The Half-Dragon on Nov 22, 2013 17:25:51 GMT -5
Nodding she looked out the window, scanning the houses at the side of the road. The way everything was built intrigued her, the humans were good at building stuff. Her attention snapped to the crowds that began filling the streets as they passed, most of them waved at them and tried to get a glimpse of their Prince.
Shyvana snapped out of her trance as Jarvan spoke to her. Was she really afraid? She felt something, but it wasn't fear. It was something different, "I... do not know what I feel.. I guess you humans could call it fear." She answered him and looked him in the eyes, "This is not the fear I am used to... the fear you get when are chased... every moment you are awake... for your entire life... It leaves a mark." Turning her head away from Jarvan she looks out the window of the carriage, they seem to have come to a stop.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Nov 26, 2013 0:26:26 GMT -5
The carriage pulled up to the palace steps, the horses keping in perfect step as went, and all slowed to a halt. Their escort had dismounted and stood at attention as Jarvan IV opened the door and stepped down on the stone road. The massive building ahead of him was his home. The Royal Palace of Demacia, seat of the nations power and ancestral home of kings, stood tall and broad in the daylight. It was a creation of elegance. At once the palace was shining, and new, and older than any who lived there. It was stark walls and graceful balconies, broad carvings and the most careful brush strokes. It was product of a hundred architects and a thousand artisans, a building that could both entertain diplomats and rulers, and defend them against attack. Even here, the wartime engineers had their way with the foundations and the worked their craft into every door and gateway, and centuries of attention had worked its way into the structures bones.
Most of what it meant was lost on Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth as he took to the steps. More important thoughts demanded his attention as put a hand on the shoulder of the Knight closest to him saying, "Tell Commander Crownguard that I must wait to speak with him and that I will explain everything. I will meet him at my office in the evening." The Knight left him as he turned to see if Shyvana was following, his face serious.
Post by The Half-Dragon on Nov 26, 2013 3:22:52 GMT -5
Shyvana looked up at the palace, her mouth open and her eyes wide. The size of the building amazed her, everything with it amazed her. There was something about thr building that screamed justice for all, but at the same time showed the wealth of Demacia. Looking down she noticed thr knights that waited for them, but where was Jarvan? Panic began filling her as she looked around but didn't see him. She saw him walking away from the carriage and talking to a knight, running up to him she slowed down to his pace when he reached his side. Constantly looking around her to learn as much as she could about the palace without talking so much.
He had ordered her to be quiet unless shr really had to talk, amd so she stayed quiet as they walked into the palace.
Post by Exemplar of Demacia on Nov 29, 2013 20:17:04 GMT -5
He waited for her to come close before he started up the stairs. Doors opened for him, as the ever present royal guard preformed their duties almost mechanically. They said nothing, but surely everyone was burning to ask who this grey skinned visitor was. The entry hall stretched two stories high, with a overlooking railing stationed with stoic guards. The wide hall spread forward, left, and right. Jarvan IV kept straight, heading towards another set of broad stairs.
The stone floor was tiled and patterned in varying colors. Huge blue squares of marble were accented by white twins and joined at the corners with small gold diamonds bearing the Demacian crest. The walls were punctuated by dark wooden doors and columns of black. Tapestries filled the empty spaces with scenes of ancient battles and almost forgotten coat of arms.
No one spoke until Jarvan IV reached the top of the second stair. Before them stood a pair of grand wooden doors, carved in an intricate pattern of inlaid silver and gold to display the Lightshield family crest. A closer look would show that these were simple and convenient replacements for the massive stone gateway, whose doors stood fully open against the wall behind the Royal guardsmen.
Jarvan IV nodded to the captain who stood directly in the center. He saluted and stood aside as the guards opened the throne room to son of the king.
"You should wait here." His voice was earnest, a command masquerading as a request. "I dont know how long I'll be. If it takes much time I will send someone to get you." He smiled, his expression more reassuring than he truly felt. "All will be well."
With that he walked proudly into the chamber, the guards crossing their halberds behind him with emotionless faces. Past them a group of richly dressed men and women stood in a large open floor before a black stone dais holding a golden throne. The King of Demacia stood and parted the court with a gesture and a word. Jarvan IV approached him.
Out in the hall little could be seen or heard for the happenings besides a few muffled echoes. The captain looked Shyvana up and down. The color of her eyes unnerved him.
Post by The Half-Dragon on Nov 30, 2013 7:55:10 GMT -5
Walking through the halls of the palace she kept her eyes open, memorizing the route they took to get through the different hallways and the scent of everything. It was a lot of information for the young Half-Dragon to take in at once.
When the two reached the top of the second stair, Shyvana looked up at the large wooden doors. The amount of detail put down in it amazed her, like a lot of other things had done today. The guardsmen were supposed to make her feel safe, but instead she got a bit more nervous around them.
When Jarvan spoke to her she nodded slowly at first, realizing what he had said she looked up at him as he walked away. Now she stood there, alone again. The cold faces of the guards made Shyvana both nervous and slightly annoyed as it seemed that they stared at her.
Shyvana tried to hear what was said, even though she had better hearing than most humans she still couldn't hear what was said, nor could she see into the chamber. Pouting she sat down and crossed her legs on the cold hard floor, looking around once in a while. What caught her attention was the Captain that looked at her, again someone stared at her.
Looking him in the eyes she decided to see how he reacted to her. She stood up and smirked, feeling a bit bold she turned to face him. Shyvana rested her hands on her hips and titled her head. If the captain payed attention he'd notice how her eyes seemed to glow with a fiery tone before fading back to the regular crimson color.
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