Shaco growled softly. He had valuable information that could perhaps gain some great support for Riven, as she was losing most of it. He knew that someone from Noxus released Renekton, and allowed the crocodile to fight for Noxus. However, Leblanc could be anywhere in the crowd. If Shaco revealed this important piece of information, he would be prosecuted, Lebalnc's game would be over, and he would likely end up dead before the end of the week.
Shaco bit his tongue to prevent himself from blurting it out. If he did, however, it would most likely shift the momentum towards Riven. He still couldn't see The Deceiver, but he knew that she was very crafty, and was most likely hidden. Because of this, Shaco remained silent. He would eventually have to reveal this, but not just yet.
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Post by The Cardmaster on Jan 24, 2013 0:37:15 GMT -5
Twisted Fate looked at the crane, and listened to its message before replying, "Ah ain't got much ta' say. Just predictin' the future based on the willpower of the two sides. Ah' ain't got a stake, but Ah wonder fer' how long that will last. Maybe, Ah ought ta' go n' see how well stocked those safe houses of mine are. So Ah can wait fer' this ta' blow over. -TF" He whispered to the crane before looking back to the spectacle.
The old man gave his speech, and given Twisted Fate's heritage..he had to disagree. After all his father...well now was not the proper time to get into such memories. He watched the crane fly off back to its owner before turning back to the debate.
Sky glanced at the paper crane when it returned, and read over what was said. She'd nod a bit, whispering yet again in response.
Lucky you. I've been dragged into this mess against my wishes. Wish I had your fancy little escape routes, but the last time I disappeared, bad shit happened. Heh. Not to drag you in, but I'd still like to meet and talk. Reacquaint ourselves.
The paper crane would flutter back to TF, continuing to deliver messages back and forth discreetly.
Post by Thomas Greenfield on Jan 24, 2013 1:12:15 GMT -5
Noticing the events around him Thomas sheathed his blade, and upon hearing Rivens second speech simply nodded to show his support. Once Swain finished speaking and seeing the crowd sway in his favor he started to worry. This could turn ugly fast, Lucas however pecked his brother on the forehead and whispered.
"Some of those in the crowd are not kneeling of their own free will. Their thoughts do not tell me who caused it, but it is not natural. Stay cautious brother."
Thomas simply nodded and continued to watch the events play out, hoping that he wouldn't have to draw his blade again. But if he did, he knew which blood manipulator he would be raising it at.
One of them spoke out, "This is what they understand, Riven. There is no other path! This is Noxus! If Noxus is to change, we will fight alongside you! There is no other option! Noxus was founded on death, on blood, what other choice do we have?"
They all turned to her, glaring at the exile. "To put all of our hopes, all our dreams, all of our expectations on a single person is no worse than having a Tyrant! You need to divide your burden, Riven! You cannot carry it all on your own! We must do this, we must act now! Violence may begat violence, but it is only through violence that we can end violence, just as you have said so many times on the Fields! We must act now, when they are weakest!"
The six men cheered, using Riven's often used phrase on the Fields of Justice to their advantage. How would she react now?
"If you know my words, you will also know that I say to learn from your mistakes. Your friend there should be a lesson to you... Violence should never be the first tool one uses to achieve their goals. That is what makes you a tyrant." She looked to Swain. "Manipulating people for your own ends makes you a tyrant." She then looked back to the men in front of her. "Violence should only be used as a last resort, never the first... If you act this way, you only play into his hands while he pulls the strings." She shook her head. "If you truly follow my cause as you claim, then you will set down your weapons and allow me to be the one to raise my blade when the time calls for such measures... This city-state is our home, it belongs to all of us, and--" She would have continued, but then, Swain spoke, interrupting her.
"But you see, Exile,," the general began, punctuating Riven's title with apparent relish. "Noxus is my state. And there will be peace within her walls, precisely because I demand it. You come here preaching openness and honor, the value of the common man, yet you have the audacity to sacrifice your disciples in a foolish attempt on my life?" His eyes narrowed to blazing slits, lingering just a moment over Riven's shoulder, upon the Blade's Shadow, before they returned to meet her amber ones.
"Don't be a hypocrite. If you agree with me that Noxus' citizens are not expendable, then do not bring civil war to my streets." He clenched his teeth behind his shroud as he uttered these final words, his voice dripping with contempt.
"This city is under my rule and my protection. And so it shall remain." Then he turned to the crowd, one arm thrown out in amplification of his commanding presence. "If you would follow this woman simply because she spouts empty words at the feet of a national memorial, then follow her now as she departs the way she came, to quietly resume her exile. If you instead desire prosperity, power and peace for our great nation," the Grand General paused, lifted his chin, trained his eyes back upon Riven as he finished pointedly, "Then demonstrate your loyalty to our country now."
Riven spun to face Swain, righteous anger burning in her eyes. She moved to speak, but before she could, Astrid spoke once more.
Astrid did not wait for Riven to speak. She eyed the crowed that she stood in-front of. Her weapon held in both hands out front, as a sight of control.
"Do you not see what he is doing to you?" She called out to them. "They yell forever strong, but are they truly strong? Relying on deceit and underhanded tactics! That is not strength! That is not what Noxus stands for!" She hoped that the crowd would listen to her.
"Riven is the epitome of Noxian Strength and Valor! Someone who was betrayed by those in charge, but continues to fight for her home, for it's people. Selflessly! Just as you too could very well be betrayed by him!" She turned and pointed at Swain. "He dictates who lives and die. You may become strong, raise up and out of the poor masses as Riven, as Talon have. But do not be fooled, you are nothing but mindless pawns to that man!" She cried out again.
"Listen to Riven, my fellow Noxians." She said softer now. She called out to those who once slandered her for being birthed by a Freljordian woman, hoping they would heed her words. "This is not right."
She smiled inwardly, though it did not show upon her determined face as some of those who shouted with Vladimir, and kneeled began to second guess their decision, and rose to their feet.
Riven continued as Astrid finished, speaking to Swain, her grip firm upon her blade.
"You call my words empty, yet you seek to corrupt my vision with your lies and deceit?!" Riven spoke powerfully, a fire flowing from her words that few would have heard from her before. It was the tone of one who had commanded respect from men and women on the fields, who loved her more than life itself, and had ultimately given their lives for her. "If I wanted to kill you I would have the courage and honor to challenge you to a duel myself! I would never stoop to the level of using assassins or corrupt and cowardly means to achieve my goals!" As if reacting to her statement, the green runes along the sides of Riven's reforged sword pulsed with bright green light. "I do not wish for more violence and death, and despite what you may wish, I am no longer an Exile. I have been away for long enough, and I have seen what Noxus has become without someone to truly believe in, to bring a sense of honor and real strength and determination to them." She took a step forward, her blade pointing at Swain to emphasize her point.
"You pull away from the one thing that has served to keep Valoran from tearing itself apart by war. You gave away Kalamanda to the League to gain power in Noxus, as admitted by the Sinister Blade herself, and you claim this is somehow noble and well-intentioned?" Riven actually laughed. "High Councilor Kiersta Mandrake said after Kalamanda that the people of Valoran will no longer accept lives set against a backdrop of war, and Vessaria Kolmineye said Valoran must not allow the selfish actions of one man to tear apart what we have built. We cannot succumb to war when we have committed ourselves to lasting peace." She shook her head. "And yet, you willingly walk away from an institution pledged to bettering Valoran and Noxus alike, all because one individual, whose hatred for Noxus was created because of our people bringing war and strife to his lands, came to seek his revenge against us?"
"You try to belittle my strength, my belief in my goals and my views of Noxus, and yet you openly contradict yourself. You say you desire peace, but back away from the accords and direction that the League set in place for Valoran?" Riven scoffed. "No, Swain, one does not act in such a way, citing the attack of one man, as reason to turn his back on a system that has done what it could to keep us from taking the path to war once again."
"And what makes you think that Riven has the strength to lead us?"
An old man hobbled into view. Rickety with age, he shook with every step as he walked out from the crowd. "What makes you think this person has the strength to lead Noxus? The intellect?"
He rubbed his face, and let out a sigh. "I was born under Boram Darkwill's reign. Under his reign, one could never guess what he was to do next. I remember the poster child, Riven. All praised Riven, for her Noxian spirit. She was the face of Noxus...and then the Ionian War happened. Darkwill had effectively destroyed the poster child, and as such, lost the war. What High General Swain...Did..."
The old man started to violently cough. He composed himself and pointed at Swain with his cane. "What he did, was restore Noxus to a time before Darkwill, to what Noxus is truly meant to be. Darkwill had waged war against Demacia in the exact same manner, time and time again, and only failed every time. Darkwill performed the same experiments and expected different results. He was a madman, and no one could stop him, it took the efforts of our esteemed generals such as Darius, and Swain when he was younger, to ensure any sort of success for Darkwill. It was only because of Swain that Darkwill ever saw true success in his endeavors. The civil conflict that occurred because Darkwill's unexpected death were ceased because it was Swain who rose up and took the reins of power. Swain's accomplishments in his efforts, have all led to his complete success. The one time Riven was sent somewhere...she failed. In the same war that our High General was excluded from, Riven failed and the Noxians lost the war. This is no coincedence. She exiled herself, she deserted her army, her country, and now she comes back, thinking she can spout this...this drivel. She has not been a citizen in Noxus in more than a decade. She has not been here alongside us, she has not experienced what we have experienecd, I have been through seven campaigns, and I can say that I served my coutnry well. I love Noxus, with all of my heart, and all of my soul, and I tell you this: Riven, your heart is in the right place, but you are a child. You are a soldier, you have no capability to lead. You know not of politics, not of bureaucracy, you know not of what it means to lead people when you could barely lead your own squadron. They are dead, and you are not. That is the fate of every Noxian if they follow you. If they follow Swain, look at his supporters. Look at his campaigns, look at who has survived and who he has paid back more than double for their support and loyalty. A man who is seasoned, who has fought against the foul Demacians and the barbaric Freljordians..."
The old man looked over at Astrid and shook his head, "Though he may have missed one or two of them...He has only led us to success. Why should Riven's winged words hold any sway over us? What will become of us, if we are in the hands of a child, compared to the hands of a leader who has lived in Noxus all of his life? Of a man who was born a Noxian, lived a Noxian, fought as a Noxian, and never...never lost its spirit? Never questioned himself, he knows the country he serves, he knows the people that he rules, and it is through them that he is granted power, and they are granted protection and peace of mind."
No one could pierce the illusion of the old man, save for the careful eyes of a raven. This was LeBlanc's move.
Riven's face was shrouded in shadow by her hair as the man finished, her grip tight on her sword, her arms shaking. Despite this, however, her voice was strong and betrayed none of the internal turmoil raging inside her. "You must have lived a great deal longer than any individual in Noxus, Sir, if you remember a time before Darkwill, as everyone knows he ruled even before the time of Demacia's King Jarvan the First..." She turned to face the man, her face still obscured from view by her hair.
"And, if you have truly served in the military, you will know the battlefield is ever-changing. The only reason I failed those that served under me was because the Mad Chemist opened fire on his own allies. I ask you, Sir, what would you have done differently, faced with a weapon that you cannot seek shelter from? That knows not friend from foe? A weapon designed by a power other than Noxus, because our strength was challenged in a way the Demacians never presented to us, that Freljord had never presented to us?" She swallowed. "Long have I asked myself what I could have done differently. I've toiled over it, had it consume me as I tended to my wounds from that day...and after all of that, I came to the conclusion that there was nothing I could have done. There was nothing anyone on that field could have done. No one should have survived that bombardment..."
"There were times I wished I had died with them. They were the closest thing I had to a real family. I had lived with my troops, eaten with them, shared stories with them, suffered and fought alongside them. I can still remember the faces of all one-hundred of them, as well as their names." She shook her head. "I did die on those fields, or, at least every part of me that was not the force that keeps us all bound to this mortal coil. But, it took that loss, that death, the destruction of everything I had loved and believed in to open my eyes to the truth of things. The truth that Noxus is broken...it has forgotten its roots of strength and honor, of conflict and overcoming it through dedication and willpower, of improving oneself and facing challenges to become greater than anyone thought you could be. Lies and deceit, trickery and manipulation, these are the cancer that has infected and corrupted the true glory and beauty of what Noxus is."
She turned to the crowd, raising her face to greet them. "I am far from perfect. I am not the perfect solider. I am not the perfect leader, nor do I claim to be. I only claim that which I know to be true. I still love Noxus, and I always have. I will fight until I cannot fight any longer, and I will change Noxus, or die trying." She swept her eyes across them once again. "All I ask of you is to place your faith in my goals, my ideals. Ideals forged from the destruction and loss of everything I had. How many Noxians can say they have faced a trial such as that, and rose to the challenge of rebuilding themselves to be as strong or stronger than they were before?" She offered a soft smile.
"The trial before all of us is the same as the one I have faced. We stand here on the eve of something new, be it great tyranny and conflict, or of a greatness that Noxus has almost forgotten from years of corrupting influences and greed. We, as Noxians, have lost our way, as I once did, but I am here before you now, willing to fight for the true Noxus." She spun her sword so it stabbed into the ground at her feet. "When I took hold of this blade, I swore an oath to fight for Noxus, and raise it in her defense, and to strike down those who would seek to do her harm be it from within, or without." The blade pulsed as she recited the oath, reacting to her determination and willpower.
"My spirit is far from lost, and in questioning myself and my path through life I have risen from one death to live, and face another of my own choosing. I could have never returned to Noxus, I could have never joined the League of Legends, but I have returned here, now, because Noxus needs to see the truth of things, not clouded by false promises and back-alley politics." She looked to Swain before returning her gaze to the people. "Remember that you are in charge of your own destiny, as Noxians. I scraped together a life from the slums and streets before I rose to become what you see here now. I was born in Noxus, lived my life in Noxus, and grew to love Noxus and its ideals, which have become blackened and tarnished. All I wish, with all my heart, is to see Noxus rise from these dark times into something to be respected and admired, and regarded with awe and pride by all of us, and by Valoran."
"It really is as simple as that..." She sighed and lifted her blade to her shoulder. "And so, I ask you again, as a fellow Noxian, as someone who has endured great hardships and strife, and who has come home to the Noxus she loves more than anything, stand with me, and together, we will reforge Noxus into a grand jewel of Valoran, and a testament to our strength, determination, and honor, as it should be..."
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 24, 2013 2:57:32 GMT -5
"You call my words empty, yet you seek to corrupt my vision with your lies and deceit?!" Riven spoke powerfully, a fire flowing from her words that few would have heard from her before. It was the tone of one who had commanded respect from men and women on the fields, who loved her more than life itself, and had ultimately given their lives for her. "If I wanted to kill you I would have the courage and honor to challenge you to a duel myself! I would never stoop to the level of using assassins or corrupt and cowardly means to achieve my goals!" As if reacting to her statement, the green runes along the sides of Riven's reforged sword pulsed with bright green light. "I do not wish for more violence and death, and despite what you may wish, I am no longer an Exile. I have been away for long enough, and I have seen what Noxus has become without someone to truly believe in, to bring a sense of honor and real strength and determination to them." She took a step forward, her blade pointing at Swain to emphasize her point.
"You pull away from the one thing that has served to keep Valoran from tearing itself apart by war. You gave away Kalamanda to the League to gain power in Noxus, as admitted by the Sinister Blade herself, and you claim this is somehow noble and well-intentioned?" Riven actually laughed. "High Councilor Kiersta Mandrake said after Kalamanda that the people of Valoran will no longer accept lives set against a backdrop of war, and Vessaria Kolmineye said Valoran must not allow the selfish actions of one man to tear apart what we have built. We cannot succumb to war when we have committed ourselves to lasting peace." She shook her head. "And yet, you willingly walk away from an institution pledged to bettering Valoran and Noxus alike, all because one individual, whose hatred for Noxus was created because of our people bringing war and strife to his lands, came to seek his revenge against us?"
"You try to belittle my strength, my belief in my goals and my views of Noxus, and yet you openly contradict yourself. You say you desire peace, but back away from the accords and direction that the League set in place for Valoran?" Riven scoffed. "No, Swain, one does not act in such a way, citing the attack of one man, as reason to turn his back on a system that has done what it could to keep us from taking the path to war once again."
The Grand General's eyes blazed bright with fury; his expression darkened as he took another crooked step forward, bringing himself within arms' length of the runeblade-wielding woman. His voice was such a deep snarl that it sounded almost inhuman. "You are ill-informed. This is little to do with Varus."[/size]
"Even now, darker forces encroach upon Valoran. The Institute will not help us. They've grown weak--complacent enough that the Eternal Nightmare now roams among us. Careless enough to draw extraplanar horrors into this realm and allow them to wreak havoc unchecked." Though his growl was barely louder than a whisper, his words echoed over the silent crowd. "Surprised, warrior? Cho'Gath roams the world as well. Whether or not the summoners care to admit it, a war is brewing: a war of their design."
"You trust as blindly in the Institute as you did in Darkwill's Noxus. Noxian security depends upon Noxian strength--as truly it always has. Only now, without the restrictive statutes of the League, we are free to bolster our defenses as we see fit."
The tactician straightened up, set his cane on the cobblestone before him and eyed the Exile up and down. "You dare to enter my territories, accuse me of treachery and falsehoods without any proof but whispers? You are grasping at straws, Riven. And I am losing my patience. So long as you seek to sew discord in the hearts of my people, you are not welcome in the streets of this city. To be strong in the face of our impending threats, Noxus must be united."
"Now," he looked around at the apprehensive crowd, at the wall of guards blocking exit and entrance to the plaza. With an authoritative sweep of his hand, he bid the perimeter draw open before Noxus' Main Street: the straightest path out of the city. The wall of guards parted. Many members of the crowd, skittish from having been quarantined during this impromptu debate, scurried from the town square. "You are outnumbered, under-armed and unprepared for an altercation." At these words, even more bystanders hurried for the now-accessible Main Street.
"I give you one chance to tactically retreat. Leave my city." The Grand General drew himself up, lifted his chin imperiously. "Come back when you've familiarized yourself with the facts. And then," a smirk twisted Swain's already sinister features, "perhaps we can do dinner."
As quickly as the expression of amusement had spread over his face, it evaporated. He narrowed his eyes, set his jaw, and waited for the rebels' move, the citizen-crowd dwindling all the while.
Post by Astrid De Rosier on Jan 24, 2013 4:40:49 GMT -5
"Hmph... you are weak, Jericho Swain." Astrid said, turning away from the man and walking between Sivir and Riven.
"The citizenry here... are not true Noxians. The way they bow to you, they are not even worthy of being called Demacians." Astrid was sick of how cowed the crowed was. "Look at yourselves!" She called out, "Bowing! Groveling! You're pathetic, and should not be called Noxians." She shook her head. "How could I have even considered myself a Noxian. Prideful, strong, honorable people... are not what I see here."
"You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along."
Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 24, 2013 4:50:28 GMT -5
The general did not deign to reply to the unfamiliar girl. He folded his hands over his cane, his face impassive. In unison, as the final members of the audience fled the square, the amassed Raedsel forces took a single step forward.
Riven listened to the Master Tactician spout his defense. He spoke exactly as she imagined he would. He suggested his own innocence in the matter, while speaking half-truths. Of course it had nothing to do with Varus. Varus was simply a convenient excuse, a means that gave him a chance to act upon his own agenda. It was no secret who LeBlanc was, and what she represented within Noxus. She had been seen clinging to Swain's arm more than once, like some kind of fancy ornament to symbolize his status. The Deceiver was his ally, which meant nothing was ever as it seemed with him, or her. She silently wondered to herself if the woman had a hand in the dissenters during the talks. It was the only explanation, as she hadn't ordered any sort of strike against Swain. She knew it herself, as she could trust herself, but getting others to believe it was another matter.
Swain placed blame with the League for all Valoran's troubles, the Void Invasion, had reportedly cited Varus attacking Noxus and their inability or unwillingness to act to stop him, and commanded the loyal following of several Noxian champions. He'd revealed that card rather quickly, she thought, likely as a show of force. She cursed her predicament, she cursed the Tactician and his motives for which every fiber of her being spoke ill. The way he felt he owned Noxus, called it "his city" made her blood boil.
It was her home, the home she loved and cherished, and yet he sought to plunge it and Valoran into conflict by carelessly casting aside the League and its influence to suit his own goals, whatever they may have been. He didn't care about Noxus or Valoran. He only cared about his own power, and because he'd stepped outside the boundaries of the League, it was clear that he had no interest in peace. War, revenge on the Lightshields, and his own dominance, or the dominance of the Black Rose... That was all that mattered to Jericho Swain. The people of Noxus were pawns, puppets dancing and moving to his pull on the strings. He'd even duped the League into helping him gain power in Noxus.
Her grip tightened on her blade so snugly that the bones in her hands threatened to crack from the force. She was irritated with the situation. However, it wasn't a total loss. She'd done what she'd wanted. It was possible her enemies underestimated her ability to think tactically. She'd entered Noxus with one goal, and that was to deliver her message of change to the Noxian people, to assure them that she had not abandoned them or turned her back on them. She'd done that, and gained at least two new high-profile supporters, one of which had served a man she respected greatly, Marcus Du Couteau.
An idea, a concept, Riven knew, was like a seed. Once planted, it would grow steadily until it became a great tree. She saw the looks on the faces of the people of Noxus as she addressed them. Even as they removed themselves from the square, she saw some of them locking eyes with her, their faces showing some sort of conviction and understanding. If Swain killed her now, he'd make her a martyr for her people, and that would be the last thing he wanted, if he was truly after his own agenda and goals. Though she was outnumbered and outgunned by the opposition, a great majority of the crowd had been with her. She'd opened their minds up to new possibilities, new ideas and ideals. And while Riven was no politician, even she understood that in Noxus, it was the people who truly ruled the city if they set their minds upon it. For no matter how strong a ruler may have seemed, one of great strength could always rise to oppose them, and ultimately, that was one of the founding principles of the city-state. It had even been how Swain himself had gained power. She had shown her courage and determination by walking into the very heart of Noxus, into enemy territory, and had the audacity to face down her enemy, outnumbered and outgunned. In the end, regardless of the situation, Riven had achieved her short term goals, and she tacked that up as a victory this day.
However, Swain had some matter of a point. She was outnumbered in force and support for the moment. Remaining here after Swain had so carefully "removed" the crowd from the square was pointless, and served no real purpose. She'd done what she needed to do, and planted the seeds that needed to be planted. "That's enough, Astrid." She kept her blade reforged into its true state as she closed the distance between herself and Swain, passing him by at the shoulder as she spoke quietly, seemingly unfazed by the approaching Guard. "Mark my words, this isn't over." She took a few more steps before turning to face Swain once again.
"I will learn the truth of things, and I will show Noxus the blackness of your heart and soul..." Riven then looked to Sivir, Astrid, Talon, Shaco, and the others. "There is nothing more for me to accomplish here today. I'm leaving. You're welcome to follow me if you wish. I'm certain some of us will have much to discuss..." She eyed Talon in particular as she spoke her last few words.
With that said, Riven would make her way out of Noxus, heading for the campsite in the Noxian Deadlands in which she'd stayed the previous night. From there, she was unsure of where she would go, however, the possibility of the Institute of War had crossed her mind. There, she would be safe from Swain's influence for the most part, as only a fool would attempt to strike at someone within their protection. Regardless, her old camp was her primary stop.
(( I'll be continuing any interactions with Riven in the Noxian Deadlands Thread. Those people who are following her can wind up there to talk things over with her, and formulate plans etc. For all intents and purposes, I'mm counting this particular interaction closed on my part. XD ))
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Post by The Master Tactician on Jan 24, 2013 6:36:44 GMT -5
Swain watched with narrowed eyes as the Exile walked away. The Raedsel moved in no further, simply remained at attention, perfectly still as the rebels passed. Mark my words, this isn't over, she'd said.
"Indeed not," he sneered, watching the party depart. In fact, it was only beginning...
It had been a while.. Carmilla had feared she would never get a chance to speak to the man she idolized. But finally, the crowd dispersed, forcing her a long with it.. the young girl's eyes never left Vladimir, it seemed as though she was completely oblivious to everything else.. Carmilla sat in silence, the tips of her fingers ran along the frill of her elegant dress.. a nervous habit.
She was so close.. so close to that ever wealth of power, it was like she could reach out and grasp it.. but it was just out of reach. She would not falter though, she had come too far.. she held a knife in her hands that she had slipped from her stockings.. intent on breaking up Swain's and Riven's.. conversation with a distraction of her own, if need be. Either way.. she was speaking to the Blood Lord today.
Finally, just as it seemed she would have to cause.. a disturbance, Riven and her party left the scene.. soon followed by Swain and his guards.. Vladimir, it had seemed, had taken a route that led into the streets of Noxus. Carmilla slid her way to through the crowd.. almost as if she was a specter, her eyes fixed on Vladimir's direction. Once free from the clutch of the crowd, she took off in his direction.
She rounded the same corner as him, her heels thunked lightly against the stone floor before she came to stop, staring at the back of his scarlet red robes, her breath hitched in her throat for a moment as she simply stared in.. awe, more than anything. Slowly, she began to walk again, picking up her pace even more until she was mere feet from him
"Blood Lord" came her voice, void of emotion, hoping he would turn around to greet her, should she be so lucky.
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Post by kevinxsenpai on Jan 24, 2013 13:19:34 GMT -5
Vladimir had purposely gone down the route he chose, making sure no one would try to follow or ask him questions. But it seemed as if his efforts were futile as he heard the clacking of shoes behind him. He would continue walking down the alley before turning a corner. He stopped when he heard his title called out behind him. He would not turn when he spoke to her. "Why is it you have followed me girl? Do you not know who I am and what I do to people who follow me without my consent?"
He would turn now, facing the little girl. He was surprised to see how young she really was. He was in a rush to leave the city, but it seemed this girl would follow him to the ends of the earth. Vlad decided it would be best to deal with her now then later.
Carmilla swallowed the small lump that had formed in her throat.. but her plan had worked. Quickly, she knelt before him on one knee, her right hand curled into a fist as she placed it to the stone, her souless eyes now locked with stone floor.
"Forgive me, Blood Lord.." came her voice once more, her dress was becoming dirty from the dust of the road, but she did not care. "..My name is Carmilla.. I wish to be a hemomancer.. and you are the only one I know of who could teach me in the art.. I have seen your work on and off the fields, and it is awe inspiring.. if there is anyone who could help me achieve my goal, certainty it is you."
Carmilla kept her eyes on the stone as she spoke, she did not feel she even deserved to be in his presence, but she was determined. She simply sat in silence as the last of her words trailed off into the listless wind, waiting for his reply.
Post by kevinxsenpai on Jan 24, 2013 13:41:15 GMT -5
It was not too uncommon for Vladimir to get people asking for him to teach them the art of hemomancy. What was uncommon that this time it was a girl, who was much younger than anyone that had asked before. "Get up Carmilla. You're ridiculous to think i would teach my craft to you."
Vladimir turned to walk away before speaking again. "Why don't you ran back to your mother and forget you ever approached me."
He would show kindness and wait for her reply before he would start to walk off.
Carmilla shut her eyes as the Blood Lord deemed her request ludicrous, but she was not so easily deterred. She did as she was asked, and rose to her feet, but before she could form a reply.. Vladimir asked her to go back to her mother..
Carmilla blinked, tilting her head to the side slightly "My mother is dead." She said, not an ounce of sadness in her voice "Her blood, spilled by my own hands." She went on, her features remaining eerily calm.. especially for such.. a young girl. "My father as well." Carmilla then added, feeling the need to say she murdered both of her parents. She blinked once more, waiting for either Vladimir's reply, or his absence.
Last Edit: Jan 24, 2013 13:51:51 GMT -5 by Carmilla
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