Insect? Did the creature forget what it was speaking to? No longer a mere man, but the God of War incarnate, stood before it. His already vast power grew even further with the addition of Vera's powers. With inhuman speed, Pantheon dashed forward in a blaze of light. He catapulted himself the remaining distance toward the creature with a kick of his legs, his spear speeding toward the monster's chest. Were the spear to strike, again, it would have the force of a thunderbolt behind it.
Post by lordofapoc on Jan 29, 2013 13:56:49 GMT -5
Regar was now wandering the desert completely lost after losing his prey he had tried to regroup with the others but it was no hope. The sand was too think and the wind blew every scent away now he was truly lost in the one place he hated the most.
((Figured I would end here seeing as I am so far behind.))
As he struck the Knight he could feel fresh pain biting into him, the ancestral warriors flickering momentarily, before he grunted out in a dark, self mocking tone: "Well now, that wasn't supposed to happen." He started chuckling while coughing up blood, his body reminiscent of a pin doll, being skewered through and through before he fell to the ground still bleeding profusely from the multitude of wounds he'd received. "But, as I said before.." He began before choking on his own life essence, then swallowing and gurgling harmlessly. "I will not die today." He finished, glaring up at the Knight with an expression of amusement plastered on his features.
As Anivia's talons wrapped around the Starchild's wrist, the cold was felt immediately. As Anivia's powerful wings flapped a frigid blast of air hit the Starchild, causing goosebumps to rise. After rising above the sand wall, Soraka felt herself drop. She tried to land as gracefully as possible, which resulted in her landing on her feet then rolling forward a few times. She coughs up sand and brings herself back to her feet. She was horrified as she saw Jarvan fighting, seemingly close to death. She raises her hands to send the prince the most powerful heal she could manage. Her palms glow with brilliant purple light, and after it collects for a few seconds, it then shoots out in one beautiful beam. It hits Jarvan, seeming to rejuvenate him.
As her heal mended the wounds in his body rejuvenating him once more, the Prince started to rise. The holes in his body patched themselves up near instantly, the pools of blood on the ground where he'd lied moments before vanishing as he rose to his feet. Grinning at the Knight, the Prince spoke loud and clear: "And so, we've reached an interesting point. I can't kill you and you can't kill me. But these ones?" He said, nodding his head at Anivia, Soraka, and Xin Zhao. "These ones can. So you can keep wasting your time with your adorable little tricks or you can die nice and easy for me." He smirked at the Knight, mocking him.
Insect? Did the creature forget what it was speaking to? No longer a mere man, but the God of War incarnate, stood before it. His already vast power grew even further with the addition of Vera's powers. With inhuman speed, Pantheon dashed forward in a blaze of light. He catapulted himself the remaining distance toward the creature with a kick of his legs, his spear speeding toward the monster's chest. Were the spear to strike, again, it would have the force of a thunderbolt behind it.
The creature spun as Pantheon launched its spear and began barreling towards Jarvan’s location. He did hit his mark, piercing deeply into the beast back. There was a sickening crack of bone breaking followed by a roar of pain that echoed through the desert lands. He picked up speed quickly before he leapt with a single bound over Jarvan’s cataclysm. Nothing would stop it and those who did risked being impaled upon the beast mighty horns.[/color][/size]
As he struck the Knight he could feel fresh pain biting into him, the ancestral warriors flickering momentarily, before he grunted out in a dark, self mocking tone: "Well now, that wasn't supposed to happen." He started chuckling while coughing up blood, his body reminiscent of a pin doll, being skewered through and through before he fell to the ground still bleeding profusely from the multitude of wounds he'd received. "But, as I said before.." He began before choking on his own life essence, then swallowing and gurgling harmlessly. "I will not die today." He finished, glaring up at the Knight with an expression of amusement plastered on his features.
As Anivia's talons wrapped around the Starchild's wrist, the cold was felt immediately. As Anivia's powerful wings flapped a frigid blast of air hit the Starchild, causing goosebumps to rise. After rising above the sand wall, Soraka felt herself drop. She tried to land as gracefully as possible, which resulted in her landing on her feet then rolling forward a few times. She coughs up sand and brings herself back to her feet. She was horrified as she saw Jarvan fighting, seemingly close to death. She raises her hands to send the prince the most powerful heal she could manage. Her palms glow with brilliant purple light, and after it collects for a few seconds, it then shoots out in one beautiful beam. It hits Jarvan, seeming to rejuvenate him.
As her heal mended the wounds in his body rejuvenating him once more, the Prince started to rise. The holes in his body patched themselves up near instantly, the pools of blood on the ground where he'd lied moments before vanishing as he rose to his feet. Grinning at the Knight, the Prince spoke loud and clear: "And so, we've reached an interesting point. I can't kill you and you can't kill me. But these ones?" He said, nodding his head at Anivia, Soraka, and Xin Zhao. "These ones can. So you can keep wasting your time with your adorable little tricks or you can die nice and easy for me." He smirked at the Knight, mocking him.
“…Fortunately for you I lack the time to route your group. You are being let off easy with only one casualty. In time, you’ll scream just as he did. There will be no glorious end and there will be no one to hail you as a hero when we have had our way.”
The beast came into view over the wall and rushed through the group to the Knight’s side, champions or injuries be damned. The Knight swung his sword behind, reality tore and a portal to the dread void opened wide. Those nearby could see clearly the horrors beyond their known reality. Quickly, the beast behind him stepped through. The Knight’s eye was piercing as it remained upon Jarvan’s face.
”I more than encourage you to follow. I welcome it.”
With those final words, The Knight retreated. The portal was mockingly left open, closing slowly behind the monstrosity. It dared someone to follow him.[/size][/color]
“Accusation that silences and deafens.” “Deeds that leave lasting wounds and stain the soul.”
Post by The Starchild on Jan 31, 2013 5:12:07 GMT -5
The Starchild was mortified as she saw the legion of creatures within the void. She then saw the Knight retreating within the portal that was sliced open. Hearing the creature's taunt her mind immediately went to the prince. She knew he was arrogant and cocky, more than willing to throw himself in the midst of battle. This goes double when someone takes a stab at his pride. Terrified that he would try to follow, Soraka runs to the prince's side and grabs a hold of his arm. She was going to keep him here in Icathia if she had to force him to the ground.
"No! We mustn't follow, that would be suicide. Lets regroup and figure out what to do from there."
Last Edit: Jan 31, 2013 5:12:24 GMT -5 by The Starchild
The cruelty of one will not blind me of the suffering of many.
Post by Jonathan Xiang-Lewis on Jan 31, 2013 17:48:54 GMT -5
Jon simply maintained the charge throughout the battle; that is, until the beast decided to flee. Upon seeing it run away, Jon's normal mind returned, and seeing that there was no longer any need to continue, he slowly lowered the charge, until it finally ended. At the end, he gave a deep breath.
"Well, that was something, wasn't it?" He said to no one in particular. However, before it was over, he had one last thing he needed to do...
"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
As if awaking from a dream, the Prince gasped and looked around, the cataclysm's walls crumbling to dust in the wind instantaneously. Staring coldly at the spot where seconds before there'd been a portal revealing what he could only perceive as hell to be like, he had to stop himself from continuing to walk toward it. Staring down at the woman clutching his arm, his eyes doubled over confusedly: "Soraka...Is that YOU?" He grunted down at her, shaking his head, actually seeing her for the first time. "You look..well, different. You can leggo." He smirked, shaking her off of him, scanning the field for the remainder of their group.
Last Edit: Jan 31, 2013 20:49:44 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by The Starchild on Jan 31, 2013 21:16:24 GMT -5
Soraka smirked at this, no mere mortal could compare to her beauty. With her black hair waving in the breeze and the absence of a horn growing from her forehead. Her pale white skin contrasted perfectly by her black markings. Her bare feet digging into the sand.
"I used to be quite beautiful, when I was considered to be a god."
She then slowly releases her grip from the prince's arm. Staying ready in case he tried to leap within the portal.
"Sorry, I had expected you to throw yourself into the void after that creature."
The cruelty of one will not blind me of the suffering of many.
Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 31, 2013 22:01:48 GMT -5
As the Knight and his beast disappeared into the vast unknown, Vera collapsed on her dune. The barriers of purple light she'd been emitting retracted into her in one blinding flash. Instantly, those benefiting from her boons would return to their usual states: Pantheon, Jon and Jarvan to their normal sizes, Soraka to her fallen form.
There in the sand, she buried her face in her arms, so exhausted she could not even shed tears for her fallen companion. Instead she screamed in anguish over the fate of her friend, over the unknown fate of the world. Her body shook with emotion. She inhaled a mouthful of sand, but still she wailed, wordlessly mourning.
Last Edit: Jan 31, 2013 22:02:25 GMT -5 by Dungeon Master
Post by Jonathan Xiang-Lewis on Jan 31, 2013 22:05:04 GMT -5
Jon decided that he needed to do that one last thing now, rather than later. And so, he had his Options engage their sustaining beams onto Pantheon so he wouldn't collapse from the end of the Ubercharge. Upon doing so, he walked over to complete this one last task.
Gathering some of his supplies from the caravan, Jon walked over to the spot where Derrick had met his fate. Looking down at the ground, he noticed the giant splotch of blood where Cho' gath had feasted on him. Taking a knee, he scooped up the blood in a somewhat large transparent cylindrical container, which he closed.
Walking over to a more open space, he dug a small hole in which he put the container in, afterwards burying it with the dirt he dug out. Then, he took a nearby rock, set it over where the buried container was, and with a cutting tool wrote on the rock the following:
Here lies Derrick, a good summoner, and a great man.
Upon finishing the inscription, Jon took a carbon copy of his rifle -which looked exactly like his real one, but was simply made of solid, black-colored, metallic wood- and stuck it into the ground behind the rock several inches into the ground, using the barrel tip as a wedge to hold the rifle sticking up vertically. He then took off his helmet, and with a long sigh put it on top of the fake rifle.
Backing a few feet away from the newly made grave, Jon simply stood there for a few seconds before contemplating whether or not to now present his final respects. Deciding to hold it off for the moment, he decided to return to the group.
Xin Zhao stood beside Jarvan, spear poised as the creature retreated into the portal, while a minor victory it was still something. But... It was obvious that this was probably what they wanted, a delaying tactic. Allowing their forces to go right for Freljord while all eyes were aimed towards Icathia. It meant that someone or something had to be leading the Void forces, but who... It didn't matter now though, he lowered his spear and stood up straighter, glancing around at everyone around him and nodding lightly at the prince. Now it was all just a matter of cleaning up and the next course of action. This was just the opening shots of what could be an outright invasion.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 31, 2013 23:55:39 GMT -5
Teemo rejoined the party after his trek back from the ancient city. It was hard for him to piece together what may have happened, but so far all he could tell was that the summoner woman was in some kind of pain. The scout captain waddles up to her, his serious demeanor slowly fading into something more compassionate when he nears. The little yordle places a gloved hand on her cheek, getting to his knees and lowering his head to hers.
"Is everything alright, miss Vera...? I'm... really sorry about Derrick. Casualties like these happen all the time in war. I... should know..."
Teemo pulls the journal out of his backpack, holding it out in front of him and staring down at it solemnly. It was probably the first showing of sadness he'd ever made in front of a human before.
Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 1, 2013 0:53:06 GMT -5
Vera's face remained buried in her sleeve. Curled into a ball of despair, she was about the same size as Teemo. She said nothing, but extended a shaking hand towards him, resting her knuckles upon his little boot. Physical contact with another living being seemed a necessity, lest she be consumed by her own tumultuous grief.
After a few moments, she forced herself up onto her knees, still shaking bodily, and pulled the yordle into a hug. Tears began to fall now, slowly, silently, trickling onto Teemo's fur.
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