Thresh could not help but sneer to himself as the Ruined King made his grim proclamation to those who stood with him in the throne room. They could hardly be considered among the true chosen of the Isles, he knew this much, and they almost certainly did not render services anywhere near as valuable as his own. It was a shame, really, that such sad creatures were allowed to bask in the raw power of the Ruined King; Thresh dearly hoped that their contracts to his master would be ended prematurely. Until such time that unfortunate accidents or bizarre twists of fate could be manufactured, though, Thresh would do best to serve his King as he would normally.
"Indeed, milord," the Chain Warden rasped. "What would you have of us?"
Post by scriptedauthor90 on Jan 31, 2013 2:35:40 GMT -5
As he listened to the King's speech, Jaques began to feel as though his skin were being pierced and stretched by many unseen hooks. This sensation forced him to experience something he hadn't felt before: fear. He now knew the terror of being potential prey, as opposed to the predator that he had always made himself to be. He was now fully aware of those around him who were more powerful and far deadlier than himself, even though he hated with the entirety of his very soul to admit as much. His grin faltered for only a brief moment, replaced by a scowl of pain, though it felt as though it lasted for an eternity.
Against his better judgement he turned his shadowed face towards the Chain Warden, glaring at his fellow specter with nonexistent eyes. Thresh was a master of captivity, having been infamous for the glee with which he hunted down and tormented his quarry. In life he was quite the deliberate fellow, but now he was something to truly fear. Jaques knew very well that he couldn't possibly hope to be a match to such a prestigious keeper of souls, and couldn't help but dread the day that he would be deemed a threat to the Ruined King's agenda.
His feeling of dread soon gave way to an otherworldly eagerness, however. Thresh was quite adept at pursuing and tormenting prey, but Jaques was no slouch when it came to the same. Although his mission wasn't to break down his prey, but to simply end their lives, he was the sort of specter who was aware of his strengths and how best to use them against others. Against those like himself, those who had exceeded their mortal coil, he wasn't able to do much, but he was very crafty and not at all novice when it came to planning. His grin immediately returned to its rightful place, as his anticipation for the events to come charged through his spectral body.
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A faint rattling could be heard growing closer to the entrance to the room, it grew and grew until a clearly distraught creature stood in the door way. Hidden behind her bone armor Macilla's gender was almost impossible to guess but that wouldn't be much against those she followed. Her armor was composed of strong bones from an incredible array of creatures and people, it seemed almost chaotically placed but was actually incredibly strong. A long sword lay in a scabbard on her hip, made from the Ulna of a dead dragon, ground down so that it was small enough for a human to wield efficiently.
Macilla seemed to try to avoid notice which was hard due to the rattling of her armor, she strayed off to the side, hoping the Kind wouldn't be too harsh with her late entry. She feared the king as much as she respected him, and even if she wasn't able to help but be late, she was bound to him and as such could not avoid him. She looked to the floor, her helmet concealing her facial expression which was one of fear. She was young when she had died and was still incredibly young for an undead so the fear was still almost equal to that of a living human meeting the king. She remained dead silent, she would only speak if spoken to.
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Post by The Ruined King on Feb 1, 2013 14:24:28 GMT -5
The King's eyes burn into the new arrival, Macilla would feel the kings gaze upon her... His voice thundering into her mind, "[glow=red,2,300]You.. Are late... I will deal with you shortly[/glow]."
He returns his gaze to Thresh and Hecarim, "My army still slumbers... And will do so until I awaken them. But before I do so, preparations must be made before I tear the false kings and generals asunder.... You must plan with me... We will strike upon the shores of Valoran as a show fo force, we will then offer the city states a choice... Join with the might and glory of the isles willingly... Or fall before our armies and be risen to serve me forever."
His eyes settle upon Fiddlesticks, "...So you still live after all this time..."
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Post by mordekaiser on Feb 1, 2013 19:14:29 GMT -5
The heavy pounding of gigantic boots on stone echoed through the Ruined King's hall. Mordekaiser, insolent in his confidence, arrived precisely when he meant to, and not a moment later.
"My king." He bowed deeply as he stepped into the war room, and moved to stand beside Hecarim and Thresh. "I do not believe many of the city-states will bow their heads and submit without making an example of one of them."
Fiddlesticks moved from the first time after he appearing he moved his deformed “hand” to his chest and opened the clothing that covered his straw and wood body letting the presents see a whirlpool of dark energies, souls, flesh and lives of thousands of people crying for help. “I was never alive and no matter how many lives I take I will never be”
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 3, 2013 7:16:23 GMT -5
The Ruined King turns his attention to Mordekaiser, his voice showing clear annoyance that he had been late. "As I said. We will strike first, then offer, join us willingly, or not. They will all join with us in the end, however... I have been asleep for so long... Much will have changed... Azazel has informed me of much." The black robed summoner-knight remains silent as his name is mentioned.
His eyes move over Elise, Jack and Yorick. "You may leave. Should I require your services, you will be called."
((Further interactions with The Ruined King and Fiddle need to be discussed, PM me when you can Fiddle))
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Macilla's bone armor again rattled as she flinched from the King's words that ripped through her mind. She had just angered one of the strongest entities in Valoran, she was expecting the worst when her time came.
Mordekaiser stomped in and Macilla was relieved she wasn't the only one late to the meeting. Just the feeling that she wasn't alone in the matter was helpful, but Mordekaiser was much more important than she was, and would most likely be hardly punished at all.
As the king dismissed the Elise and the others she grew frightened once again, how she would love to be amongst there group, escaping fear she had of the King.
Post by mordekaiser on Feb 3, 2013 22:37:41 GMT -5
"My king, if I may speak so boldly, it will require more...finesse, than simply attacking, and expecting them to fall to their knees." Mordekaiser didn't seem to notice the annoyance in the King's voice, or if he did, he didn't give any indication of it.
"I will tell you what the most effective plan of attack will be, if you will permit me." Though he gave his king all of his due respect, there was still an infuriating arrogance to his voice.
Karthus floated into the room. "MY sincere apologies for arriving late M'Lord." He said as he gave a graceful bow. "Getting here took longer than expected as I was in the middle of running an errand." He said as he looked back up at him, book in one hand and staff in the other. He gave a nod to the others around the room, as well as others who weren't a champion.
Post by scriptedauthor90 on Feb 4, 2013 0:13:56 GMT -5
The Ruined King looked to him once more, and Jack did not hide mirth at being allowed to leave finally. "Well, then, this has certainly been a most amusing affair. However, aside for the allegiance I've just pledged to you, Your Majesty, I do have some work to do. Whenever you should need me, I shall be there before you can even snap your fingers!" And with that, the Bloodmist Slasher disappeared from that very spot, leaving it as though he were never present to begin with.
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 4, 2013 2:31:07 GMT -5
The Ruined King looks to Mordekaiser, "I know this. That is what I wish to discuss. I have been asleep for a long, long time... The art of warfare in this new age is something I must adapt to. Already I can feel the world has been broken in many ways... The rune magics have been... Reduced... Information must be gathered. Weak points, who the living find important enough to miss should they disappear." He glances at Thresh as he says this.
The death singer then makes his presence known, The King's eyes flare slightly as Karthus approaches. "You are a servant of death... Not a subject or servant of mine... Unless you are willing to bow before me."
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The black robed summoner-knight moves away from kneeling beside the king he approaches Macilla, making sure to keep the hood covering his face... A sword forms from a swirling black mist, holding it to her throat the summoner-knight speaks, his voice hollow, devoid of any emotion. "Name?.... How will you serve our lord?"
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Post by The Shadow of War on Feb 4, 2013 3:45:17 GMT -5
Hecarim, having been silent for some time with the arrival of Mordekaiser, Karthus and this Macilla character decided to speak up to his king.
"Currently these fleshlings are in a state of turmoil, should we make ourselves known to them at this point they would fall into an even deeper state of despair. If i were to make a suggestion of which city for us to make a demonstration of... I would say Demacia. Once we are prepared of course."
He shifted himself to Nocturne. "After all, if you were able to get in, murder a moderate amount of fleshlings and cause a city-wide panic all alone, imagine what our army would do. The pathetic living would fall in a day."
As the blade formed in front of her, Macilla practically growled, the sound echoed out of her helmet, it would sound very deep because of the helmet's shape. Macilla stared at the summoner, the sight holes of her helmet offered no view of what lay inside. "Need to flash that about to feel comfortable?" Asked Macilla, her voice sounded almost as deep as the growl due to the helmet. Confidence burned inside of her at this new threat, she feared the king, not his servants.
"I serve the King as anyone would when they pledge allegiance to someone, he gives the order and I will see it through. Now get that away from me before I make you into a belt buckle." Ordered Macilla, if anything this immediately hostile summoner annoyed her.
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