Post by The Cryophoenix on Feb 1, 2013 2:55:03 GMT -5
As the knight beats his hasty retreat, Anivia remained completely motionless, perched on her sandy rim. Only her eyes seemed to track his every movement, committing every detail to memory. She studied his visage with a glare of single-minded malice searching for any defect, any flaw in his twisted form that she might be able to use to gain an upper hand. With a single slash of his sword, however, her countenance shattered. She could not help but shudder in pain as the world cried out to her one more, a gaping maw to its very antithesis laid bare.
Her first instinct was to look away from that portal that should never have existed in the world, but a faint glimmer in the horrible depths of the Void transfixed her. Even through the evil of that plane, she could feel the land call to her in torment. A land she had claimed and then abandoned. Beyond the slowly closing rift, a second portal to Freljord shimmered against the darkness of the Void. She had but moments to make the decision: with the remnants of Vera’s power, she could push her way through to her new home on the other side of the continent, aid the friends she had left behind.
She shifted her body crouching for the burst of speed she would need to make the attempt, but a cry of anguish rang out into the unnatural silence that had settled over the desert. With her attention split, Anivia hesitated. Behind her lay a soul in need of guidance, while in front her only chance to slow the invasion at its source dwindled with a closing portal. A weak wind blew across the desert as sound seeped into the world once more, and with it, a sense of calm settled upon the Phoenix once more. She shook her head, appalled at having even considered such a stunt, before gliding gently toward the despairing summoner.
She landed nearby, careful not to blow more dust and sand into the air. It seemed that The Swift Scout had already reached the woman, and was comforting her in his own warm-blooded way. Without making a sound, Anivia carefully drew the tips of her wings across the summoner’s back, nothing more than an indication of her cool presence. Unable to shed tears of remorse or share in an embrace, it was all she could manage of this human show of emotion before standing over the two protectively.
Post by The Starchild on Feb 1, 2013 3:50:55 GMT -5
The surge of power that was in Soraka ended in an instant. Her hair slowly faded back to white as the rest of her features returned to her fallen state. Her hooves and horn had returned and her skin turned back to purple. Her precious stars grew silent once more. The profound amount of energy she had used in that fight hit her like a Malphite ult. She had overused her healing abilities greatly and exhausted all of her power. She groans weakly and falls over. She lands heavily on the sand and her world goes black.
The cruelty of one will not blind me of the suffering of many.
Post by The Swift Scout on Feb 1, 2013 7:23:05 GMT -5
Teemo glances down at the hand touching his foot, slipping his private journal into his backpack without looking away. He's a little surprised when the summoner reaches up and hugs him, but he returns the hug warmly with an expressionless face. He huddles a little closer and hugs a little tighter when he feels the area around them grow slightly colder, but not discouraging it for he assumed that the cryopheonix must have come to show support. During the hug, the scout rubbed and patted the back of Vera's head and neck in an attempt to comfort her, nuzzling the back of her cheek.
As abruptly as Pantheon's rush of energy had come, it subsided. His body returned his his normal state, and he ceased to be Pantheon, the God of War incarnate, and became just regular Pantheon. Losing so much energy came as a surprise to him, as it was so sudden. He blinked once, then twice, and a moment afterwards toppled over, unconscious.
Post by Jonathan Xiang-Lewis on Feb 4, 2013 0:43:17 GMT -5
Jon was returning from the grave he had made for Derrick when he noticed Pantheon unconscious on the ground. Deciding that he still had work to do, he went over and hooked up a modulating system to Pantheon to stabilize him, his Options coming in to help with their sustaining beams. Checking over Pantheon's wounds, he treated both the minor and major injuries, with the major ones receiving a bandage wrapped around them.
Upon finishing patching up Pantheon, Jon got up and sat down on a rock, taking off his helmet and looking into it, face down. For a moment, it could be noticed that there was... what appeared to be a tear coming down from his left eye.
"There's only one thing that I know for sure is true: 'Truth is relative.'" -Jon
"What side you're on isn't of concern to me. What is of concern is that you're hurt, and I need to treat you for it." -Jon
"Contrary to what some believe, violence does not solve everything. In fact, it solves nothing." -Jon
Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 4, 2013 20:17:32 GMT -5
At Anivia's cooling touch, Vera turned her glistening eyes upon the Cryophoenix, slowly releasing Teemo from her embrace. She wiped her eyes on the back of her robe, her mind working frantically to deal with sustained personal loss--and the impending doom the day's findings heralded. "Anivia," she breathed. "The Institute must know what's happened."
She set Teemo down from her lap, then got to her feet, shaking bodily. "You should go on swift wings. Tell the High Councilor everything. The rest of us will make it back to Bandle City, regroup and recover... But this news can't wait." The desert wind threw her hair over her tearstained face, but her eyes remained fixed upon Anivia's crystalline form, flickering with desperation.
Last Edit: Feb 4, 2013 20:19:11 GMT -5 by Dungeon Master
Post by The Cryophoenix on Feb 6, 2013 3:44:14 GMT -5
Anivia took stock of the battlefield warily. The victory, if it could be called that, had been costly. Each member stood coated in a mixture of void ichor and their own blood as they wearily attempted to regroup themselves. Half of their small company could not even do that, collapsing where they stood overwhelmed by the sheer power that Vera had channeled through them. Anivia herself felt strangely stretched thin by her close encounter with the perversion of the void.
And yet it was the one who she attempted to comfort who urged her away. Anivia struggled with herself. She knew that the summoners were Runeterra’s only true hope against the void, yet to leave these ones defenseless against the slightest raid was folly, was it not? A single glance at alternating desperation and determination Vera’s face silenced Anivia’s fears. This was a summoner who would give her life to send such news on the wings of the wind. Untested and unprepared for the dangers of the journey, she had singlehandedly granted them the power to overcome all odds. The champions would endure.
Anivia launched herself into the air, speaking as the last of her artic winds blew across the desert, “Rest easy, Summoner Vera, the Institute will know of all that happened here. May the winds carry you swiftly to safety.” She turns away, taking flight with a burst of speed. There were other she had promised to protect at war with the creatures of the void right now. It was all she could do to call upon help.
She allowed herself one glance backwards as she turned toward the Great Barrier. In a time of their greatest need the champions of Runeterra had set aside their political differences to fight and aid each other as the league had taught them. The wounded and unconscious were laid upon the cart whilst those who could walk turned the opposite direction in subdued camaraderie. Perhaps there was still hope for this world.
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