The party traveled as far as their legs and horses could take them in the remaining hours of daylight that they had after the past incident had drawn to a conclusion. They had left the territory of the Rakkor and now treaded upon ground that belonged to nothing and no one, untameable earth that would have no master. The shadow of the immense Mount Targon still loomed over them, joined by the many smaller mountains beside it. The terrain they walked was not mountainside yet, although it looked as if it would not be too much longer before they had to scale one of the great mountains for the final part of their journey to the temple.
It was only after the sun had sank below the horizon and the world began to become enveloped in black that the party came to a halt for the day. The air grew colder, the world around them grew smaller, but it seemed as if the mountains only grew in the night. Carell was the first to dismount his horse and instruct everyone else to do so. He lead their horses to a clearing by which they could eat, making sure to tie them to several pegs he had hammered into the ground to ensure they would not run off. With the horses being taken care of, he invited everyone to make themselves comfortable, and that there would be a fire soon. "Does anyone want to help me collect firewood?" he asked.
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Aug 7, 2014 1:29:53 GMT -5
Leona had remained silent for the duration of the trek to their campsite. The only sound anyone would hear from her was the clattering of her armor plates against one another. The Rakkor penchant for minimal talking would be quickly becoming obvious to the other party members. Although it was unlikely anyone would contest her claim to a horse, she chose to remain on foot, for although it was the easier route, she had not a clue how to ride a horse and did not intend on giving herself a lesson on the way over. Her legs still worked perfectly well, and there were others who needed the horses more than her.
When night fell, they came to a stop. The man leading the expedition invited them to make themselves comfortable before taking care of the horses and asking for volunteers to assist with firewood. Leona still had excellent knowledge of how to build a fire, something important when on the march that the Rakkor ensured all their kin knew.
"I will." She replied while walking toward a nearby patch of trees, scouring the ground for dead branches and other things which they would need to start a fire.
Post by The Magus Ascendant on Aug 7, 2014 12:28:23 GMT -5
Xerath stayed to the back of the group with Orianna, distancing Himself from the mortals. While Orianna sought to join the mortalkind, Xerath preferred the aleination. Friendship tied emotion to mutual gain and clouded one's judgement. It was a weakness that He could not afford if He was to regain His ascended state.
Leona's intentions were logical, but Xerath was not sure He trusted her at her word. She's definitely hiding something.
As they grew closer to the mountain, Xerath noted that the magic fonts that ran through Runeterra occurred with slightly increased frequency and potency. It reminded the mage of Shurima.
As the small leader requested help to gather firewood, Xerath almost spoke up, but stopped Himself short. He could muster a flame by converting His energy, but doing so would require the use of Runic magic, which the Institute had banned. It wasn't worth the risk.
Post by James Marker on Aug 7, 2014 17:16:49 GMT -5
When Carrel stopped the party and began to go get Firewood with Leona, James sighed and sat down, taking out his sketchbook. "I would love to assist you, but I doubt you need more than a second pair of hands." He began clearing an area in the clearing of anything flammable, arranging nearby stones to make a safe firepit.
When he was done he sat a short distance away, waiting for the wood collectors and drawing as if in a daze, not looking up until anyone approached him.
I will meet one someday...and that day will either be the best or worst day of my life.
Post by Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann on Aug 7, 2014 17:34:51 GMT -5
Scrod meandered his way over to where Leona had gone off to collect firewood. In his mind it was a perfect opportunity to get a few moments to talk to her about any possible...flexibility concerning items in the temple. He wasn't entirely optimistic, but it never hurt to try.
"Think I'll tag along n' bring some wood back myself then. Hope you don't mind none" he said when he had caught up with the Avatar of the Sun. When they were out of earshot from the rest of the group he spoke up once again.
"So from what I heard you ain't to keen on us takin' anything from that temple of yours...shootin' straight I was hopin' maybe I could convice you otherwise." he said conversationally, stopping briefly to begin collecting suitable pieces to kindle a strong fire. His voice was calm and tone casual as he continued to speak in that Bilgewaterian drawl of his that might seem oh so similar to certain champions she knew.
"We was promised a bonus in the form of any sort o' trinket from there we might be interested in, but seein' as your pretty much ridin' the coattails of our lil' group Wolcroft's put together to ensure we ain't takin' from your people that ain't happenin'. Which I can respect, but I'd like to see if we couldn't meet in the middle somwhere" he finished plainly continuing to collect wood and sticks for the fire.
Ron started setting up his area for the night already. He had quite a bit to do tonight. Testing blood types, creating medicine and on top of that, he needs to put sleep in the schedule too. The bright human and the old human went to get some wood while the Demacian human stayed to set up a campfire. He rummaged through his bags and found what he needed, a gas lighter and some cotton balls. He dipped the cotton balls in alcohol from his medicine case and took them and the lighter to the Demacian human. "Umm... Sir? I-I think y-you can use those..." He said, his ears flopped down because he was quite embarrassed. He wasn't used talking to people and most certainly, not humans.
Post by James Marker on Aug 7, 2014 18:17:57 GMT -5
James closed his sketchbook as Ron came up and offered him the fire starting materials, smiling and starting to arrange them in a small pile in the center of the fire circle. "Thank you. This will make it a lot easier to get it started when the others come back with fuel."
He paused and looked around a moment. "Want to help me collect some tinder, too?" He stood up and began picking up twigs nearby.
I will meet one someday...and that day will either be the best or worst day of my life.
Ron looked down at his feet and sighed. He wanted to offer more help but couldn't. When James asked him if he wanted to help, his mood slightly lifted. He weakly nodded his head, his eyes still looking at his feet and his ears still dropped. "S-sure... I'd- I'd be gl-glad to help..." He said and quickly skittered away and started picking up some twigs and small dried pieces of wood.
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Aug 7, 2014 20:00:11 GMT -5
Leona had paid little mind to whoever had accompanied her into the forest until he spoke. The heavily accented speech reminded her of someone, the memories of him not exactly fond ones. She said nothing in reply to his initial greeting, merely continuing to pick up sizable branches from the forest floor, gathering a small pile she was holding in one arm.
The moment the man mentioned negotiation, he had her full attention, although from her continued collecting of branches, he would not be able to tell. It was difficult to tell exactly what the man was saying, and Leona had to process what he had said for several seconds, but she managed to make sense of it. She paused and turned to face him. "What would you have me do? Simply let anyone who wishes to take an ancient relic or scroll pick it up and walk away with it to do as they please? I cannot allow that." She replied, expecting him to try and push the point farther.
Post by Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann on Aug 7, 2014 20:24:54 GMT -5
As Scrod finished gathering what wood he could carry back comfortably to the campsite for the fire he waited patiently for Leona's response, a bit let down at how long it seemed to take her to respond to his suggestion. In a way it was like a parley of sorts, but he began to worry somewhat that Leona wasn't going to budge on the subject and simply even refuse him acknowledgement on the subject. He wouldn't put it past her, and if that was the case he'd be forced to accept her silence as a "no" if he valued his life.
Thankfully she did eventually respond eventually though not as favorably as he'd hoped but still not as adverse to he had feared. It was something he could work with and maybe by the time the actually reached the temple he could have her agree on something. "Course not, but we both can suggest some middle grounds we can possibly agree on. Maybe you say what we can and can't take or somethin', I don't know. All I do know is I ain't here for none of your illuminatin' secrets or to do your folk no harm" he said strongly.
"Put simply, I'm here to protect the folk along for the ride n' get a big fancy paycheck at the end of this journey. I planned on sellin' anything Wolcroft gave me in the first place. I got me no real interest in ancient trinkets n' whatnot. Unless one of 'em gives luck for fishin' or somethin' maybe...think on it n' we can talk as we move along on this lil' journey of ours. I reckon' by the end we'll have some sort of agreement at least between the two of us if not the lot of the group" he told her with a genuine smile before making his way back to camp with his load of wood for the fire. He greeted the rest of the group lightly and began arranging the wood he had gathered and to build a fire pit with it for their campsite.
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Aug 8, 2014 0:19:44 GMT -5
Scrod might have sought to allay her fears with his words, but they had the opposite effect. Sell whatever he was given? Did he not understand what these artifacts were capable of? Even the most basic of relic weapons never decayed, was resistant to magic, and could harm and kill almost anything that could be called living or even undead that existed on Valoran. He would have to be very convincing in his future arguments if he intended to walk away with more than just their employer's gold.
Leona approached the camp and added her pile of fuel to the one that Scrod had laid down. She wordlessly took a seat on the ground, slightly further away from the main body of people, taking off her pack as she did so. She pulled out a few various objects from it and then set herself to maintaining her shield, weapon, and armor. She kept an eye on how work was proceeding with the fire as she did so, checking to see if they required her help.
Post by James Marker on Aug 8, 2014 11:44:40 GMT -5
After collecting and arranging tinder with Ron, James turned and nodded to the returning Leona and Scrod. "Thank you." He came over to the pile of fuel they made, beginning to arrange it in parallels over the starter, then stacking the rest perpendicular and vis versa. When he was done, he ignited the kindling with Ron's lighter and let his handiwork catch flame.
With a nod of approval, he backed away a few feet and gave Ron his lighter back, returning to his sketchbook and chewing his pencil thoughtfully.
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 Aug 8, 2014 13:47:25 GMT -5
It was that time again, the night.
While humans had all sorts of adjectives to describe it, the only one Orianna had for it was 'boring'. Granted, it could be used for this expedition so far - the automaton had hoped for adventure and copious amounts of enemies to fight along the way, but so far there were none. The only event coming close was the appearance of a Rakkor phalanx. Sadly, she was not allowed to fight it. And now, as night grew darker, the humans and yordles would soon go into that strange almost-broken state they call 'sleep'. Orianna needed that not - the only thing she needed was proper maintenance, and a wind up of the key sticking out of her back.
Right now, the automaton girl sat on a rock, and tried to read a book she brought in with herself. It was nothing serious - just a sentimental novel a wandering book merchant managed to sell her on her way through Piltover. The book was not particularly interesting, but then again, Orianna read everything she was given, from manuals to cookbooks. Her tastes in literature were rather ... nonexistent. The key word though, was 'tried'. With it being dark, she was unable to see the letters. And the firewood was still gathering at that point. The only source of light for them for now was ... Xerath!
That gave Orianna an idea. Closing her book, she stood up, and hastily made way towards the majestic being of pure arcane energy. The sparks flying intimidated pretty much everyone around here. But being an automaton, the girl knew no fear. Or much tact, for that matter. Approaching the Magus Ascendant, she stood just a few meters away, having his sparks fly towards her, every once in a while.
- Hello, Xerath! May I sit here? It's too dark to read my book over there.
Using one of the most powerful mages for a lightbulb. It was such a great idea.
Ron took the lighter from James. "N-no problem..." He said meekly and returned to his station. He unpacked his stuff and set up a small human sized field bed and sprayed the air a bit and the ground to create a sort of a "sterile" area. He then picked up one of the medical contracts and went and handed it to Leona. While she wasn't a part of the expedition, if something were to happen to her he needs her consent to treat her. He gave it and a pen without a word and then went back to his station, unpacking more equipment. To finish, he put up a small fabric barrier that faced the campfire that was just enough to cover the bed from prying eyes. He then called. "Umm... Everyone that aren't a m-magical being or a r-robot... I need to perform a m-medical checkup. P-please come here one by o-one..." He said, trying to sound a bit more professional than he was before.
Post by The Radiant Dawn on Aug 9, 2014 22:33:57 GMT -5
Leona's maintaining her weapons and armor was largely due to force of habit, for her weapons and armor had existed for over a thousand years with hardly so much as a blemish appearing on them, but it had been long since drilled into her to painstakingly put time into whatever equipment she bore, her steel companions that would likely save her life many times. It was a ritual, and she did not expect to discover rust on her blade or armor but she maintained constant vigilance in the unlikely event that it ever did decay, and that it always looked to be in peak condition. Her maintenance was wordlessly interrupted by a piece of paper and pen, with a yordle behind it. She curiously looked on as he scrambled about, setting up some sort of bed and netting, before she took another look at the paper she had been given.
As it was a contract, she made sure to carefully look over every individual condition which signing it required agreement to. The blood type field of the contract made no sense to her, and so she left it blank. The rest was filled in with lettering that was obviously influenced by her native language, but still easily legible.
List all known medical conditions: None List all known medicine or possible ingredients that you may have an allergy to, this means any condition, no exceptions: None List medical record (Any critical injury that happened in the past including broken bones, dislocated organs and limbs and any strong disease): Several broken bones and hernias Fill in your blood type: Age: 29 Gender: Female Name: Leona
She stood just as the yordle nervously requested all that were not Orianna and Xerath report to him for a medical examination. With a clatter of armor plates, she rose to her feet and walked over to the area the yordle had set up, the light of the flame vibrantly gracing the reflective surface of her armor as she walked by. She wordlessly passed the paper to him and then waited to see what he would ask next.
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