Post by Carell Wollcroft on Jul 14, 2014 0:47:10 GMT -5
Carell had eagerly awaited the day they were to set off on his funded expedition. It had been a pain to his wallet to get this far, but he was certainly impressed by the turnout. Two champions, Xerath among them! He felt as if this expedition would be easy money for him, and that the relics he would acquire would be incredibly useful in his own studies. Who knew what might be in there? Solari knowledge on magic, a tome for translating the Rakkor language, perhaps? It was all very exciting.
Carell was waiting at the point at which the expedition was to begin, eagerly awaiting the arrivals. He was mounted on horseback, several pack horses trailing behind him, in casual travel wear, his battle gear stored away in his saddlebags. He made sure to have ample space for all of the relics they might find. He had gone over his plans many, many times while he waited, and was still doing so, to ensure near flawless execution. He continually scanned the horizon, looking for his valued hired hands.
Post by The Lady of Clockwork on Jul 14, 2014 4:16:47 GMT -5
And soon, a figure would appear in a distance.
From afar, it looked perfectly normal - a blond-haired female, in an explorer's garb. Brown leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, black pants that clung to those lithe legs, a pair of knee-high brown boots, and a wooden walking staff in hand. Around her neck there was a short red scarf. However, once the figure came closer, it would become obvious that the girl was not quite human. Its hair was metal stylized to look like hair, its skin was metal too, and eyes glowed in an eerie blue light. The large winding key sticking out of the girl's back didn't help things either... Oh, and she lacked a torso too, the shirt tucked above the opening that separated the body in two halves. Muffled mechanical noises were heard, with each step, as she approached the horsed man. The Ball, Orianna's faithful companion, hovered nearby. It looked the same, except for the cork hat the metal girl dotingly placed on its top, 'to protect it from sun'.
Orianna arrived to the spot first, it seemed...
It was an odd sequence of events, that ended up with her signing up for the expedition. One could even say that she agreed to this on a whim, without thinking anything through. Days at the Institute were boring nowadays anyway. With political and diplomatic crisis at hand, Freljord invaded by creatures of the Void, and Shadow Islands at war with Demacia, everyone seemed so busy! Nobody would care or pay attention to poor Orianna. She felt a bit forlorn, and neglected, which was why she jumped the opportunity to do something, when presented with. Or... better to say, to fight something. Money, or loot, were largely uninteresting to the automaton maiden.
Even now, she tried mimicking a human. Her choice of traveling clothes were heavily influenced by Ezreal, whom she had seen on the fields, and who was known as a famous explorer. They fit quite nicely, and as a champion, Orianna had no trouble obtaining the items. The girl was excited, and, one could even say ... hopeful.
Maybe once the others see how useful I am, they won't be as repulsed... Summoners appreciate usefulness, at least.
But there he was, the man in charge of the expedition. Orianna approached, stopping a meter away from him, and his horse, and turned her head, to look at the aged man.
- Hello mr. Wollcroft. My name is Orianna. I hope I will be useful to you during your expedition. - she recalled the man's last name perfectly, and imitated a facsimile of a friendly smile. Her head slowly turned left, then left, then more to the left, until her head turned perfect 360 degrees, returning to the initial position.
- Are there going to be others? I am very anxious to meet them.
Post by Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann on Jul 14, 2014 17:43:00 GMT -5
The next arrival was not quite as impressive as the first. He had the appearance of a tall, broad elderly man carrying himself with a comfortable pace of a man with all the time in the world, whistling an old tune. As he closed in on the meeting point one unaware of who he was would not be able to help but question whether or not he belonged on an expedition such as this, much less been given the bonuses he had received. His garb was simple and a bit on the tattered side as was the large pack containing his gear that rested on his broad shoulders. In fact, aside from the well kept and expensive looking hextech pistols that sat in their holsters and a large knife on the man's person in plain view nothing quite stood out about him.
Fact of the matter was this old jovial man had quite the extensive resume as a mercenary and the lines etched into the mans face and dull shine in his eyes told a tale of a man who had seen a lot in his time and done much more. When he finally closed the distance and was next to both Orianna and Wollcroft he nodded his head in greeting to them both before he directed his attention to Carell and spoke.
"Yer' Wollcroft I take it? Name's Richard Wiedemann. Folks call me Scrod where I'm from" he said plainly, extending a roughly calloused hand in greeting.
Post by Carell Wollcroft on Jul 14, 2014 18:15:13 GMT -5
His first hired hand. Carell was delighted to see that at least one person had decided to show up, although he had difficulty making out who it was until she had gotten closer. He had no memory of hiring a blonde woman to the party, but he was soon able to discern that it was Orianna, one of the two champions he was so delighted to have accompany him. He waved as she approached, genuinely glad she had arrived. She was, however, a bit...unnerving? Carell shook off the feeling and was quick to return her greeting. "Hello, Orianna. I'm delighted to have you here on the expedition." He paused for a moment, catching another form on the horizon, before answering Orianna's question. "Yes, I believe one is on his way now." Carell had a decent eye for competent fighters, after having his share of both good and bad mercenaries, and could tell fairly easily that the aged man on approach was no unskilled fool. He greeted him with a wave of the hand as he did Orianna, and then dismounted his horse. He returned the man's outstretched hand with a firm shake and a friendly look on his face. "Yes, that's my name. I'm glad to have you here, Mr. Wiedemann."
Shortly after Scrod arrived, quite a smaller figure was making it's way towards the three. The figure made his way around the craggy ground, guiding himself to the location. He wore a long brown cloth coat that reached to his legs over a white t-shirt, some pair of green pants that looked as if they've seen better days. His boots looked quite new as he just bought two pairs for the journey. He wore no hat nor did he seem to bring any warm clothes for the nights or the cold days for he was a yordle.
A closer inspection would show his blond fur has been trimmed in some spots to prevent annoyance over the course of the journey. He wore a dark leather belt that was a bit too large for him and on the belt rested 3 small leather pouches. One was coloured green and two were coloured purple. A long knife that reached to his foot was dangling from the same belt. He also had his briefcase with him. In it were many materials for quick reaction emergencies.
As he got closer, it would be more obvious for why he was picking his way. He carried a medium sized carrier (That was quite too large for him) behind him. On it rested 3 medium sized suitcases which contained some required stuff. Medicinal herbs, equipment, various medicine, special rations he made that included a high amount of vitamin and protein for those who'd need it and of course, some spare clothes. As he got closer to the party he waved his hand at the three who were there.
"Hey! Are you the expedition people? I could really use a hand over here!" He raised his voice to say. He was really struggling as some of the equipment was quite heavy. Some of it included bandages, syringes, jars of medicine, packets of herbs, jars of sterile water for medical use, two boxes of sterile gloves, one for humans and one for yordles, various books on the biology in the designated area, flares, flashlights and some 6 communication radios he got from Piltover before he left, all set to the same channel. This is in addition to his spare clothes and base food and water as well as a loaded Piltovian pistol that held a mag of 12 bullets and 4 additional magazines just in case he'll need it even though he had no real experience in using it.
Post by James Marker on Jul 14, 2014 23:09:37 GMT -5
Within a few moments of the Yordle's arrival, a clatter of metal to the rhythm of a militaristic march could be heard. Soon, James appeared, keeping a steady pace over the craggy ground wearing his official plate cuirass. He was fairly minimalistic; a shield emblazoned with the Demacian insignia on his back and a satchel with a journal and a few writing supplies were all he carried besides his sword and armor. But it would do.
When he caught up with the Yordle, he glanced down before pausing. "With the expedition?" He didn't wait for a response before grabbing a couple of the more precociously balanced suitcases and helping hold them, adjusting for their awkward weight before continuing on with the small Yordle.
When he got to the party, he carefully put down the suitcases within reach of Ron and saluted Carell. "Lieutenant James Marker, reporting in." He dropped the salute and adopted a slightly more casual stance. "Mr. Wollcroft, I presume?"
While he wasn't necessarily interested in the large sum he was being paid for this job (it would at least let him repair the heating in his apartment), James's heart was racing in anticipation for the adventure. Who knew what they would find? Likely enough, something he could even present to the Prince to solidify the union between Demacia and the Solari. But he kept himself contained. "I look forwards to assisting with whatever need be done, sir."
I will meet one someday...and that day will either be the best or worst day of my life.
Ron looked up at the human who helped him. He quickly adapted with the added strength and made his way towards the party.
"Thanks for that." He said to the man who helped him and then turned to the rest of the party. A weird bunch they were. Two funny looking humans and Orianna, the robot champion he saw once in Piltover. "Huh", he thought. "I'm Ron. Nice to meet you all. I've heard that I'll be supplying most of the medical needs in this journey. If you're feeling sick or something tell me then okay?!" He said enthusiastically.
Post by The Lady of Clockwork on Jul 15, 2014 1:13:00 GMT -5
He is unnerved...
Orianna made such an observation, while staring directly at the man's face, not bothering, or knowing, if it was impolite or not. Though, this one at least bothered hiding it, and did it quite well - far better than most people the mechanical maiden had met in her journey through life. At any rate, others were arriving at the spot as well, and after the short exchange of pleasantries, she lost interest in the employer, for the brief moment. She spun on her heel, turning her body to face the newcomers. A curious trio - one looked like a Bilgewater pirate, or something of the sort, another reminded her of Jarvan, for some reason. Maybe it was the armor and the 'demacian' look. And the third was a Yordle.
- Hello mister Wiedermann, mister Marker, and mister Ron. - she sounded impeccably polite, though somewhat monotone; - We are looking forward to killing things with you, today. - the glee and excitement, with which she spoke the last line, sounded a lot more genuine, however. Orianna had no opinions about any of them, for now. However, the Ball, for some reason, started hovering towards Ron, chirping and cracking incomprehensible noises, which only his mistress could understand. Noticing that, Orianna quickly wrapped her arms around the metallic contraction, pulling it closer and holding it in her embrace.
- Be nice, Ball. Ron is not Teemo. He cannot do anything to me. - she spoke evenly, while staring at the small yordle, with that glowing, unblinking gaze, as if scanning him. - He does look a bit like Kennen. Are you related? - the question was posed. When she said that, the Ball tried to get itself out of her grasp, making a jerk in her arms, but Orianna held her companion tight, and waited for an answer.
Post by Carell Wollcroft on Jul 15, 2014 1:45:07 GMT -5
Carell was about to run up with one of the packhorses to assist Ron as James came over the horizon and beat him to doing so. He guided one of the packhorses to Ron and James, gesturing to it with one hand. "You can place the cases on this horse here." He further gestured to the existing straps and saddlebags that would help with doing just that. "Anyways, yes, I am Carell Wollcroft. Nice to have you here, Mr. Marker and Mr. Ron." It was always pleasant to see a military type among the party. He valued their training and combat experience. The yordle with the medical supplies was also a much needed assistant. From a strictly financial perspective, he was an investment to ensure the well being of his other investments. From a more human perspective, however, he had absolutely no wish for any of his hired help to die, or himself, for that matter. He just hoped that his services wouldn't be required for this expedition. He took a brief glance over to Orianna. Her mannerisms weren't normal, but she tried to be human. It was unnerving, but Carell figured the less his mind lingered on it the better he would feel. She was here to help him, after all.
Post by Erika Rothstein on Jul 15, 2014 21:12:16 GMT -5
Erika was quite sure she was dying.
Even so, the prospect of death seemed rather dull to her. Every waking moment spent in Zaun meant breathing in noxious chemicals and waiting for something particularly bloodthirsty to burst through the door or the ceiling or even the windows covered in brown paper. Yet every step she took now made her heart beat even faster and Erika knew that it was not the idea of death that inspired her chest to mimic a stroke but the idea that she was potentially going to die in a place that wasn't Zaun.
Still, she kept her umbrella above her head to block the sun from reaching her pale skin. Erika was sweating in her attire fit for a funeral, black and more black with her trusty belts and pockets. She did have the common sense to swap her heavy-duty dress for something lighter and easier to move around in and had there been a breeze, she could have easily felt it. That's what she told herself anyway. Her trusty mask stayed securely put around her mouth and her hear had been tamed somewhat into a messy ponytail which hung limply over her shoulder.
Erika stepped off the rickety carriage and dumped what looked to be a satchel full of gold into the gnarled hand of the driver. The price was scandalous for something without a rooftop and a wheel resembling a torture device but it had sufficed. The driver left without another word and Erika was left dragging herself the rest of the way to the supposed meeting point.
She had no intention of talking to any other weirdo or creep that had decided to join this thing, only to find one man named Razie. That strange brunette who had come in asking for a pair of goggles or what-have-you (because Clockmaker just wasn't enough) and after a series of (un)fortunate events, here she was. The call of money was too powerful to resist and Erika managed not only to spend her life savings on something that could have killed her, but to put herself in a situation that would most definitely kill her as far as she was concerned.
Erika pushed her bangs out of her eyes, squinting at the group of people. What a gaggle of misfits.
I CUT MY HEART OUT JUST LIKE YOU
× and i can suck the life out of it just like you ×
Post by Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann on Jul 15, 2014 21:40:25 GMT -5
Scrod grunted in response to Wollcroft's greeting before pulling out a pipe and a lighting it. He figured a fair amount of time would pass before everyone hired would have gathered at the spot and saw no reason not to relax while he still could. It wasn't long after he had exchanged greetings with his employer that he noticed the mans gaze shift towards the horizon. "Hm,'nother hire..." he thought to himself as he turned to see what looked like a yordle struggling with an absurd amount of luggage. He had to choke down a laugh at the sight of it before he watched as a larger figure came up behind and helped the small creature.
As he leaned against one of the pack horses for menial support he passively listened as everyone exchanged greetings, the young man who had helped the yordle with his overabundance of luggage spoke. Scrod almost wanted to roll his eyes when he had announced his Lieutenant rank as if it made a difference on this expedition of theirs. As far as he knew the only one with any real semblance of actual authority here was the man that was essentially signing their paychecks. Shortly after that the yordle introduced himself as 'Ron' a medic of some sort. Both would be quite useful, though Scrod found the yordle almost too enthusiastic for the occasion. Then again, maybe that was just his old age combined with a distinct lack of booze in his system making him a bit grumpy.
And then the carriage arrived...yes, and off that carriage stepped a woman who looked like she was going to her own funeral. From Scrod's point of view she seemed like quite the introverted prude. "Not goin' near that one with a 10 foot pole..." Scrod muttered to himself quietly.
He nodded his head and brought his pipe up in greeting to the lot of the new arrivals, whether or not they would notice did not matter to him. Though he wouldn't intentionally try to offend anyone he wasn't here to make friends, he was here as a professional. They all were getting paid to do a job and that was exactly what the old man intended to do.
Ron jumped backwards and fell flat on his behinds when the ball started moving closer to him. Suffice to say, he saw matches in the League before they were stopped. That ball was an easy way to get eviscerated.
"N-no no not Teemo, not Kennen. J-just Ron!" He responded to Orianna's. He then quickly got up and took a few steps back. He turned around and saw a carriage arriving with quite a gloomy figure taking off of it. To distract himself from the commotion he picked one of his suitcases that contained the more delicate equipment and started checking the integrity of the contents.
Post by Razie Tynerson on Jul 15, 2014 22:10:25 GMT -5
It would seem Razie arrived last, he had stayed up too long the night before going over his inventions and already sketching up plans and thinking of ways to modify his equipment along the duration of the mission.
He'd missed the carriage he actually scheduled to take him to the meeting point and was forced to look around for an emergency ride which cost him a rather large sum of gold, it put a dent in his pocket but was well worth for the journey. When he had arrived at the meeting point he did a quick mental check of his inventory to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything
Goggles- (Made by Erika who he met in Zaun and has a sneaking suspicion she's crazy like her mother)
Proto Armor- Lost most of it during the Shurima Expedition but managed to piece together what he'd felt he needed for this expedition: Helmet/visor, power pack and arm/Leg guards.
The Gloves- ™
Two Pistols- One loaded with regular ammunition and the other with rubber.
Three dozen Spark Taps- One dozen being carried in his pocket and the other two in his backpack.
Food&Water/Clothes
Notepad.
"Set." He said to himself and walked towards the gathered group, he had a set of clothing he thought would suit this situation better but due to him being rather late he had to pack it and save it for later. He said nothing as he walked past the other members but took notes of them as he walked straight to Erika.
"Apologies if I kept you waiting." He said simply, now turning to fully note the other members. Namely Orianna, perhaps he could ask to study her construction as they moved onward. Till something was announced however he would fiddle with his new goggles.
Post by James Marker on Jul 15, 2014 23:10:33 GMT -5
James put the yordle's case with the rest of them before turning to look at Orianna. He cringed slightly at her blatant disregard for life...but he could look past that. He'd seen the power of champions before, and without a doubt Orianna was no different. "It's an honor to be working with all of you. Apologies for the rank; it's a reflex, really." With no more than a bow, he left it at that.
When Erika and Razie came, however, James turned around and looked over them. They both seemed very urban...and judging by their attitudes, one was Zaunite and the other Piltovian. Both could've been either though, who knows? By any means, when they approached, he offered a casual salute.
"No worries. Introductions are due, then." He stepped back to stand behind the rest of the troupe. "I'm James Marker. Looking forwards to working with you." He gave a nod and fell quiet again.
I will meet one someday...and that day will either be the best or worst day of my life.
Post by The Lady of Clockwork on Jul 16, 2014 0:08:13 GMT -5
Something was wrong.
Although not the sharpest tool in the box when it came to comprehending emotions, Orianna was not blind. She noticed that within a moment reaction towards her from virtually everyone changed from idle wariness to barely-covered fear or revulsion. The yordle in front of her seemed to be the most obvious display of that. The automaton idly stated her observations inside of her head: He fell over... He's stuttering and avoiding eye contact. He is...
- ... Afraid.
With that Orianna released her Ball from her hands and shooed it away, to go find someone else to pester. Meanwhile, she would approach the yordle, and kneel a bit to get on his level. Her eyes would lock unto his, unblinking and glowing with the magic within that powered her. The automaton's head twitched a bit to one side, then to another, before she asked:
- Did I say something wrong?
Meanwhile, more people gathered at the scene. The Ball, having been dismissed by his mistress, for now, refused to float idly in the air. Instead it floated towards the newcomers. Its midsection opened up, and out of it something akin to a lens, or a scope, popped out. It hovered closer, letting out chirping, curious noises, pointing the strange lens at everyone's face, one at a time. These weren't champions, no. These were new people.
And the curious Ball wanted to determine if they were danger or not. There was an odd man who's gear looked a bit like Ezreal's... Its interest stopped at the odd, quiet lady that wore the bandage over her mouth and nose.
Was she a ninja?
Last Edit: Jul 16, 2014 8:41:42 GMT -5 by The Lady of Clockwork: Felt it would be better this way
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