Post by The Cryophoenix on Feb 1, 2014 4:59:59 GMT -5
Anivia watched the barbarian intently as he considered her inquiry. Perhaps he too had seen something, felt some hint of the anger that poured down upon him. Her gaze fell to the ground at his words. Whatever forces she faced, whatever whispers that called through the ice, they were hers alone to decipher. She began pacing in the small room, hearing the words of those around here only distantly as she tried to piece together the events. There was so much to remember, the fragments nearly impossible to to comprehend.
Upon Tryndamere’s query, Anivia made no indication of having heard him, a strained silence stretching in the infirmary. She began speaking disjointedly, as if the conversation was far from her mind, “Ashe is… the reason I returned to this place. She is one with the ice, kin in this world - a friend.” She halted her pacing looked up to the archer, but when their eyes met she couldn’t hold the gaze. With her eyes downcast once more, the warped transparency of her form shimmer in the corner of her vision. It mattered not if it held the cold and responded to her will: this body was not her own. What could a broken phoenix be but an inconvenience in the city?
Turning her back to the group, Anivia let go the memories of past lives, looking instead into the broken pains of this one. “Very well. The magic of my rebirth that you have seen upon the fields is a gross exaggeration of the reality. I would not have expected you to still live through the time it would take for a true rebirth. All the same, three days ago I found myself ripped from the cool embrace of oblivion and thrown broken upon a shattered glacial field. The Deathsinger greeted me there as one sanctioned by Death as he lent me his strength and spoke of the magic of Runeterra. If what he said is to believed, the World itself forced me to wakefulness to combat the coming of the Void.”
She turned again, shifting her wings in discomfort, “I must admit, it is… difficult to piece together the events of a previous life. The fragments flit about like half-remembered dreams, hovering just beyond my grasp. The threat, the circumstances, the powers of this world… Even the King’s name was beyond me before I saw him approach. I’ve had not the time to remember what ended the life you knew. I know only that the power which brought me back was raw, unrefined, and above all desperate.”
Post by Tekun Valos on Feb 2, 2014 18:06:55 GMT -5
The Immortal Soldier has caught wind of the occurrence. From the sound of it, something has happened with Anivia. The news was met with mixed reaction. He knew she had disappeared after the battle and he feared the worst for his new found friend. Her arrival meant she had not fallen to death but what he heard deeply disturbed him. He carried his weapon on his person and sought the Phoenix out. No doubt the King and Queen were already on site. Some brief questioning of those on the Palace grounds were able to direct Tekun to the infirmary. He entered just as Anivia turned her back. He only caught bits and pieces of what was said. But from how it sounded, it seemed even his own assured expectations were wrong.
“I hope you don’t mind the intrusion.” Tekun spoke to all involved, he recognized the man on the bed. He recalled his participation in the battle as well. “But I felt I should seek out Anivia considering recent events. It wasn’t hard to hear about what happened.” Tekun felt he should say more; it was clear to him that he had missed quite a bit but he first needed permission from Ashe and Tryndamere. He knew he’d probably receive it but it was only proper.
Ashe was almost tempted to ignore Tryndamere's somewhat obvious statement, but she knew that in the presence of others, it would be childish to do so. Instead, she sighed and nodded before looking at the King with a small frown. "The weapon I wield is crafted out of true ice. I do have some defense against the biting cold, King Tryndamere." Though her words were formal and patient, she was always acutely aware of what had transpired between them. Having said that, she turned towards Anivia to listen to what she had to say.
However, expression and words were always different. The Cryophoenix seemed to be unable to meet her gaze, but Ashe was unruffled by it. "You will always be welcome here." She said, in a tone she hoped was reassuring and soothing. It was clear to the Archer that her friend was in need of a familiar voice, perhaps something to dispel this confusion and discomfort. The tale Anivia told was not something Ashe was expecting, and her visage darkened as the syllables played a threatening tune in her ears. "I did not expect the Deathsinger to aid you." If memory served - for it had been a long time since she had tasted battle on the Fields of Justice - the Deathsinger was not known for his compassion.
That was all she could say before Anivia continued on, voiceless memories thrumming and weaving through the air. Ashe could not say she understood what the Cryophoenix was going through right now, but she understood what it was like to lose something - be it thought or something physical. It was a feeling that she knew well, where the power within her trembled yet she could not touch it. "Given time, could you remember? Is there some way we can help?" Her concern was palpable, her fingers threading through her hair in childish habit. "You would be more than welcome to stay in the palace, with the necessary modifications to suit your comforts if you need it."
It was only then did she turn to Tekun, having felt his presence earlier but had paid it no attention. Ashe wasn't sure what to do here - on one hand, Tekun was a good friend of hers and she knew she could trust him. But on the other, it was not in her place to tell him. So she simply offered a small smile and gestured to the small Cryophoenix. "It is not my tale to tell. If there is a need for you to know, Anivia will tell you herself."
Post by The Cryophoenix on Feb 5, 2014 3:52:53 GMT -5
Anivia closed her eyes in recollection of the Deathsinger’s greeting. She too had imagined only disaster at his appearance, yet still he had given her the strength to regain her feet. She knew little of the keepers of death, her own life quite devoid of their touch, but they certainly were not known for their mercy. A greater power than Life and Death was at work here, but sifting through the shifting memories of her past did little add to her confusion.
The entrance of an intruder wrenched the phoenix from her thoughts. She startled slightly at the man’s appearance: few had reason to carry weapons to an infirmary, and fewer still in the presence of royalty. The man’s face was familiar, yet so many of the humans were. She could tie no name or memories to his presence in this meeting. It was only by his apology that she began to relax once more, the tension leaving the air.
Her eyes narrowed as he called her by name, making her lack of knowledge feel more pronounced. Briefly she wondered how many in the Freljord would know her without prompt. He spoke in vague riddles of current events, no doubt news of the Freljord she had not yet heard. Perhaps she was right to assume that time had brought naught but troubles to these lands.
Yet when Ashe finally addressed him, Anivia could only turn her head in confusion. “This palace is yours, queen of the Avarosans. I do not know the men you might trust to keep their own council of my tale. I come to you for aid in piecing together what I have lost. Need this captain of the guard trouble himself with the struggles of a fallen elemental?” The news she withheld was not wont to raise the morale of the people. She had never meant to involve so many before understanding her own position, yet the mistakes she had made saw to it that all of Rakelstake would demand explanation. She would leave it in the royalty’s hands to decide whether the truth should be allowed to circulate, or they might choose to weave their own tale for the good of their people.
Post by Tekun Valos on Feb 6, 2014 23:25:13 GMT -5
It was clear immediately the Anivia did not recognize him, as was the confusion that painted the Immortal Soldier’s face. A frown laced it. It was a pity; he had enjoyed their last meeting despite however harrowing it may have been. Perhaps it would resurface but this lack of knowledge only helped confirm that more and more was wrong.
“I believe I should do such a thing Cyrophoenix. You may be surprised, or not, I’m not quite sure as to what has occurred, but we have met before. My name is Tekun Valos. I am a friend and ally of both King Tryndamere and Queen Ashe as well as the leader of an anti-void force known as The Preservers. You and I can speak later if you wish regarding how we know one another but for the time being I would very much like to see what I can do to aid with the current situation. With your permission of course.”
Post by The Barbarian King on Feb 8, 2014 18:12:20 GMT -5
A scowl etched itself onto the already battle-marred face of the King. The blatant jab at his intellect set him in a bad mood, worsened by the ever present friction between the rulers of Rakelstake these days. She knew damn well that she didn't need to phrase her response so-
And it was happening again, he realized. The chain leash around that barking hound was loosening once more, and he barely had enough sense to catch it again. A more frustrated visage overtook him, which as Tekun stepped in only seemed to worsen. Here before him once more was the man who interrupted the battle between he and his mortal foe... for the sake of preservation... his interference frustrated the King, but what happened could not be changed, unless he wished himself afflicted by the arcane illness chronodisplacia. The King merely gave an audible exhale of slight annoyance leaving him, and then began to speak.
"Tekun fights the void for a living, Anivia. Only the Void Walker would be better to tell what you know. That, and I trust Tekun with my life, if not to let me fight my own battles."
Post by The Cryophoenix on Feb 13, 2014 6:27:31 GMT -5
Anivia peered at the soldier before her with renewed interest, her ruby eyes flaring to life in the darkness of her corner. He was familiar, to be sure. The myriad of scars across his face told a long and winding tale, a hint of the dangers that he faced. Yet of any time they had know each other, they told her nothing. Hundreds of names and faces swam before her from the time she had spent on Runeterra, Some the leaders of their people, others mere children who’s paths she had crossed.
She shook her head slowly as she glanced from space to expectant face. She could see the concern in their eyes, their wish to know and understand. But this time, she had nothing to give, “I understand your wish to learn what you can and fight against this threat. Even through the veil of death, I could not forget the terror of those creatures. But look upon me and tell me what you see. I am a bird that fails to fly. A guide that cannot remember her path. An elemental that dare not call upon the ice. I do not know what the void has done, let alone what it may be planning.” A cruel hunger twisted inside of her as she spoke, her own needs awakening as she eyed the food before her. A lifetime had passed since she last partook in a meal, and only her sense of the royalty with which she spoke held her appetite in check.
Instead, she hopped upon the frame of a cot, the better to look the humans in the eye. As much as she wanted to give them a target, a goal, there was something far greater than any of them at work. “I came here to rebuild myself among friends, but I’m afraid that there are more sinister things at work. In was not lack of skill that sent me crashing into that building. Nor was it simply the chill of my body that incapacitated Tormund. Something is calling to me with the very voice of the world, and above all else it is impatient.” A Freljordian swine lay neglected upon the ground, gnawing at her attention. She closed her eyes distractedly. “I do not know whether I can safely remain with your people while I am yet unwhole.”
Post by Tekun Valos on Feb 18, 2014 0:16:39 GMT -5
“I’m not unfamiliar with the Void and I understand the threat we face and what the price of failure is. I don’t know what insight you could have provided us now that you could not before. They’re an ancient and all-consuming force that strikes with precision. I don’t know what they’re doing but I can only assume that there will be other targets in the following months. This attack was carried out with purpose but I don’t have much to run off of to be frank.” Tekun furrowed his brow. “Freljord could be a victim to another attack or they could be planning to strike elsewhere to do whatever they did to the mountain to another place. It’s difficult to say and I don’t know what signs to look for until we can determine the nature of why this was their target.” He brought his hands to his forehead and furrowed his brow. Where the hell was Kassadin in all this? He could use the Voidwalker’s aid but he and the Preservers have never been on good terms.
“I don’t know what ails you Anivia but I beg of you that you let my men see if we can at least determine if it’s anything Void tied. If it is we may be able to aid you and if it’s not then we can at least strike that from the list. As for where you could safely remain? Where else could you go? I think you heading off into the middle of Freljord only for something worse to happen would be of no benefit to anyone.”
Post by Tormund Hammerbearer on Feb 23, 2014 4:48:00 GMT -5
Tormund furrowed his brow at all this talk of the Void. The attack had left him with wounds, some that couldn't be healed with conventional magic. The power of the Void blade still haunted his mind at times, leaving him in self doubt. This Tekun character also rubbed him wrong. He spoke so dismissivelyof the Void, as if they could be understood.
"We shouldn't underestimate these creatures. I doubt we can ever understand them because we are nothing alike. All we can do is fight to overcome them."
Post by The Barbarian King on Mar 5, 2014 8:41:41 GMT -5
"We don't need to understand our enemy to know our enemy." The King suddenly chimed in, his bowl of soup empty and to the side. "Ashe, Anivia and I have all fought the Void's beasts before. They have their strengths, that's undeniable. But they also have their weaknesses. They're not unstoppable. The whole Freljord has fought the Void when they came, and if they come back we're going to greet them the same way we did last time: with our swords driving through their skulls." His voice resounded with determination and an unwavering stubbornness.
"Anivia. While I know that your presence brings the safety of my people into question, it would be poorer of me as a friend and ally to you to not let you stay. I know you don't wish to, but I insist." Although he didn't directly say it, he was also intrigued by what has caused Anivia's current condition, and wanted to know more. If anything did happen while she was here, he doubted that they couldn't take care of it. He was thinking of where they could build some sort of nest, considering the highest point of the castle as a probable place while scooping more of the stew into his bowl.
Post by The Cryophoenix on Apr 25, 2014 3:28:35 GMT -5
As the others began to talk, Anivia could feel her restraint begin to slip away. She fought to keep her eyes upon the warrior before her as instinct raged against civility, yet as he began to slip into strange speculations of an attack that flitted about the edges of her memory, the guise faltered. In a single bound from the edge of the cot she fell full upon the food designated as her own. Fresh talons unmarred by wear upon the rocks and ice sheared through flesh with ease, pinning the still-warm carcass against the castle floor. Though settled, her wings remained mantled around her pray, a barrier against prying eyes of friend and foe alike.
Translucent ice stained crimson as the Cryophoenix gorged herself upon the swine without hesitation. From somewhere far away, she could hear the words of those who talked of the threat of the enigmatic void. That they were not to be underestimated? She scoffed inwardly at the naivety of the humans who consider ignoring such a force. Perhaps there was something to this “preserver” force that rallied itself against the void. They could be a valuable ally in the darkness of the coming storm.
When she finally stepped from the ravaged corpse, Anivia had become a picture of natural glory, her pristine form speckled with a sanguine sheen. Her even steps toward the warrior, Tekun, left no residue on the stony floor, blood turned as much ice as snow from the sky. As she passed the torches, grim shadows played twisted and fluttered in the blood darkened ice of her translucent body. A feral gleam sparked in her eyes as she spoke lowly and slowly, “Would you harbor that of which you have no knowledge in the midsts of those you strive to protect? Risk the lives of your people to protect one who has already died?”
She turned away with a flick of her wings, dislodging a cloud of fine red dust to brighten her form. “Do not lose yourself to trust, young warrior. I cannot protect you from myself. Yet I must remain here for a different reason. I will speak to your men for their sake and for mine, as I will to any who have set their sights upon this plague in our land. Runeterra has been forced to defend herself for far too long, and I fear she will harbor few more intruders.”
Despite her obvious concern, the queen had remained silent as the others discussed their theories and fights against the void. Her questions lingered silently in the tense air of the medical ward as Anivia made eye contact with her once again. The stain of blood upon her beak stood in stark contrast to the softness of her voice when she spoke again, “Time heals all wounds, queen of the Freljord, and I have been given the gift of eternity. There is little that your people can do for me now, yet you hold power I have seen in no other. I’m here to ask of you something no other could endure that I might regain some of what I’ve lost.”
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