Post by mordekaiser on Feb 4, 2013 15:52:12 GMT -5
Mordekaiser made a sound of annoyance at Hecarim. "Don't make the mistake of assuming that they'll scatter when we show up. Demacia is the obvious choice, but they aren't going to buckle as soon as they see us."
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 4, 2013 16:32:53 GMT -5
The Summoner-knight simply growled once more. "Name?" The blade fades away into mist once more, his voice remaining hollow and emotionless. Her threats meaning nothing to him.
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The king clenches his fist, the fire in his eyes dulling for a moment, "Then we use Thresh and the shade... Thresh's talent for... Breaking individuals can come into use. Nocturne, able to enter the dreams of the others... I am sure we can send them into a panic before we approach. Have Nocturne enter the minds of the higher ranking generals as they sleep... Pry the secrets from them in the dead of night. Then Thresh, to break those who are no longer of use to us, collect their souls for further use... Obviously, Thresh will not be able to simply walk through the gates... Unless his champion statues allows him to do so. Or. The Demacian's truely have grown as weak as I have heard."
The King beckons for Nocturne to come forth. "You are the shade they speak of... How will you serve the isles and their king?"
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." She answered, she figured he was just another mindless servant, no better then a zombie. If this was her punishment for being late it was punishment enough, this summoner was such a bore. "Try some manners next time." Macilla growled.
Post by The Eternal Nightmare on Feb 4, 2013 19:51:24 GMT -5
Nocturne floats forward, it's eyes alone displaying it's boredom of having to wait until last. It looked up at the Ruined King, crossing it's bladed arms. "My offer, King of the Isles, is a simple one. I wish to slay humans, you wish to reap the souls. So allow me to do my business..."
The Nightmare would raise an arm, unsheathing the crimson blade attach to it. "And the souls are yours."
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
Karthus looked up at the King. "I merely came to extend my services, and to listen on this conversation. Think of my apology as a way of apologizing if I possibly interrupted you. However, I believe that Demacia may not be the correct course, for they will obtain assistance from the League tohelp the situation. Noxus on the other hand declared independence from them, and I'm sure that Swain's pride will block the summoners off from helping. I also heard they suffered from a small attack from the Void, as well as an Ionian, meaning they would be recovering. It would be best to attack during their recovery to bring them to a halt, and then finish them off." He said, waiting for the others to think about it.
Post by mordekaiser on Feb 4, 2013 20:29:21 GMT -5
"Don't be a fool, Deathsinger." Mordekaiser sneered. "Attacking Demacia and bringing it to its knees will shake the rest of the world. If Noxus falls first it will only be used as a springboard by the Demacians. If Demacia falls, Noxus will see our power, and bend their knees. Of course, they will struggle and try to come out ahead by treachery, but no matter." He waved his gauntleted hand dismissively. "Conquering anyone but Demacia first will ensure that we have an enemy that will not back down, regardless of what happens. Noxus is...more practical."
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 4, 2013 22:44:18 GMT -5
The Ruined King's eyes narrow at Nocturne, "You are simply a blade then... We will see how useful you are this coming fight. Where ever it may be."
The King turns his head to Hecarim, "And you...'Shadow of War'... What would you advise? The practicality or striking Noxus? Or obliterate moral by striking at Demacia. And then, we decide how to fight on their lands, which points to strike first."
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The summoner-knight raises a hand at Macilla, "The likes of your do not deserve civilty from me." She would feel immense pain rack through her body, burning like fire through her veins and sharp stabbing pain in her eyes... He would keep her like that for barely 5 seconds, but it was enough to show, he held power. "Should you show further disrespect, I will have your soul bound in the forge... However, The King wishes to test your combat prowess... You will spar with me. He has plans for you should you prove yourself... No magic, blade against blade... Unless you refuse his request." His hand moves as if to send the pain back through her body, yet no pain comes... It was simply to show what would happen should she refuse.
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 22:57:45 GMT -5
"I stand by my previous statement of striking Demacia. Noxus is more practical yes, but with their withdrawl from the league they could bring previous banned weapons back into play. Demacia is a much simpler and safer first step for our conquest."
"My likes hmm? I shou-" Macilla spoke but was cut off as pain tore through her, from a regular human the summoner would have heard a satisfying scream. From Macilla he would hear a growl not sounding human in any way, crackling and snapping could be heard as if within the suit of armor something was shifting. Macilla would raise a gauntlet encased hand up in front of the summoner-knight, it's digits becoming elongated and sharp. A animalistic growl sounded once more before the sounds stopped, the hand returned to normal.
Macilla's echoing voice once again sounded out of the helmet, obviously angered. "If you wish to spread fear through me you have not succeeded, I will respect the king, not his bitch, now show me where we fight so that I may return the favor." Macilla demanded, her hand instinctively resting on her sword.
"For once, Hecarim is correct." Mordekaiser nodded. "Attacking Noxus first is too risky for too little gain. The Demacians pride themselves on fighting with honor, which will be their downfall."
"Very well. If that's what you people shall choose..." He said, tapping his bonny chin with an even more boney finger. "Then again if we beat Noxus, think of all the runes we'd obtain."
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 5, 2013 0:31:00 GMT -5
"Then we will assault Demacia. Their walls will crumble... But no doubt the League will interfere with their summoners... I however, have my own summoner loyal to me. One of ancient heritage and magic, one who was apart of the dark group that razed Zilean's city to the ground as he hid away in his clock tower."
The king gestures to Azazel who was now leading Macilla to an open area in the throne room. "I suggest you all watch."
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Azazel walked silently, his footsteps soundless, his black robes seemed to almost pulsate with his movements. Those who could sense it would notice the dark magics surrounding him and his soul almost like a cloak. A black purple mist swirled around his hands, a large sword and shield form in either hand, beneath his amour that same swirling mist formed covering his body, though, it would be obscured by his robes.
He turns to the woman in bone amour, raises his sword and shield and if they were no lighter than feathers. "Attack me."
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 followed the summoner until they stood in the open area, she lifted an eyebrow although no one would see it as the man formed his weaponry. Her hand that had been resting on the sword wrapped around the grip and pulled it from it's scabbard, she twirled it around in front of her before pointing it towards the summoner. With a very slight shake the armor made a chittering noise akin to a very large insect, this usually unnerved opponents but Macilla was aware it probably wouldn't work here.
She closed the distance between her and the summoner and made an experimental swing. Testing his defence, seeing how he would react and to examine his stance.
Thresh remained silent throughout the meeting of the Shadow Isles finest, merely toying with another soul between the claws of his gauntlet. He had little use for such menial things as sieges and assaults; they were lacking in subtlety, though they were certain to bring immense bounties of souls to harvest. There would be significant competition in this case, bringing ruination to the veritable monopoly Thresh had held over the harvesting of souls. Still, there would be certain perks to this change of pace in the Shadow Isles' schemes, the chance to work at claiming even greater and more prestigious souls. And if Demacia were the target...yes. As the soul evaporated into nothingness within Thresh's suddenly clenched fist, the Warden's gaze fell upon the Eternal Nightmare. It had been to Demacia in the recent past, and so would have the most recent intelligence. Soon, soon...
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 6, 2013 11:28:02 GMT -5
The experimental swing would be met with a blur of movement from the summoner-knight, the shield slams into her blade, and Azazel's blade was at her throat within moments. "..." He tilts his head from under the robes, "Yes Lord." Azazel moves back and gets back into his position, before growling almost angrily, "I said attack me."
The Ruined King watches the fight, Macilla would feel his gaze upon her, judging every move she made. When he speaks, he adresses Fiddlesticks, "And you... You know what I require... Where is it?"
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.
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