Post by The Ruined King on Feb 9, 2013 9:09:03 GMT -5
"No one is truely dead until their soul has released its grip upon the world... Champions that Azazel has infromed me of, Sion... Urgot... Irelia and Yorick are all examples of this.. One can gain immortaly through that connection... usually not willingly, I am not dead... My soul still clutches to my fallen kingdom and with it, I have effectivly gained immortality... Not in a sense you may think... But..."
The king stops, his eyes move from one window to the next... "... I have gone off track. Clearly... Your grip upon this world is strong, why is that? What do you hold so close that your soul has refused to release itself?"
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 listened carefully to the King's words, registering how she remained "alive" in a form. Now she knew the reason the king also remained here. She looked down at one of her hands seeming to lose herself for a moment.
"My father died so that I could live, so I could grow old and live strong, he gave himself to the monsters of Zaun so that I could continue on, carry his legacy. He trained me and taught me to fend for myself and then got me the money to start anew, by giving himself to Zaun. I can only imagine what he had to go through, but by now I have no doubt he is dead. He died for me, and I will continue on, I will honor his memory, and I will recover him and give him a proper burial. Only then would I be willing to leave this world. My father wanted me to live a long life, a happy life, now I understand I can follow only one of those, and so I will."
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 9, 2013 22:51:10 GMT -5
The Ruined king narrowed his eyes, clearly not satisfied with her answer. He looks down at her body... She would feel hundreds of hooks tearing into her, pulling her down to the ground, the golden light flickers off. The stain glass windows now broken, the marble floor caked in dirt and dust, the throne was still there. But it was twisted... The Ruined Kings shadow form seats himself upon it... His voice sounds once more, this time it sounded like a dark whisper, penetrating her mind sending searing pain across her form.
[shadow=grey,left,300]"Why do you serve me?"[/shadow]
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 stumbled to the group, resisting the urge to scream, the pain tore at her as if her skin as being removed. She gazed up, the pain still coursing through her, to get a look at the room, now dark and desolate. As he spoke she grabbed her helmet as if trying to claw at her head, the air felt constrictive in the thick helmet of bone. She tore it off, her red shoulder length hair flowed out and then rested. She took a deep breathe before answering the question.
"I serve you because you keep me alive." She answered, the pain clear in her voice.
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 10, 2013 1:58:10 GMT -5
The pain would life from her body... She would find herself back in the throne room staring up at the blackened ceiling.. Azazel kneeling next her, how body would feel stiff, Azazel speaks... "You will do..."
He stands and moves back to the king, kneeling beside the throne.
The Ruined King hadn't seemed to move... His eyes upon Fiddlesticks, "...You have the key I need...."
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.
I have the key’s for all calamity that could befall this land…Do you have toll for the opening? Because if the ritual is not completed like it should…he he he well you should be able to imagine what would happen to you right?” The scarecrow wasn’t a citizen of the islands but had cut a deal with the ruler of such place. “Give me the toll for the ritual and I will do my part of the deal. “
Post by The Ruined King on Feb 11, 2013 19:42:07 GMT -5
The Ruined King nods. "It will be done then."
He looks to those in the room. "Prepare yourselves for battle."
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.
"Eeeeeexcellent," Thresh rasped from his position amongst the throng of the undead, visions of cruelties and torments yet to come dancing across his mind. As if sensing their warden's glee, the souls entombed within the Lantern howled and wailed with renewed horror and agony, an act that only redoubled Thresh's wicked joy.
"Oh yes," the grim specter crooned to the Lantern, holding it up to his face and tapping upon its panes. "It's about to get much[/i] worse."
Post by The Deathsinger on Feb 14, 2013 1:17:50 GMT -5
(And there we have it, I've officially taken over Karthus!)
Were Karthus' face more than just a skull, he would have been grinning in expectation of the inevitable deaths to come. "It will not be long before Death's armies march upon Demacia. However, I must fetch a....reagent before I can act en force." He replied. While he was not immediately a servant of the Ruined King, Karthus acted in the best interest of Death, and the Shadow Isles as a whole. The promise of such death in the assault of Demacia was too tantalizing a prospect for the Deathsinger to let down. However, necromantic spells on a scale he had planned were costly to perform....but there were ways around that.
Post by The Widowmaker on Feb 14, 2013 16:48:24 GMT -5
Evelynn had been wataching all that had been going on, a small smile forming on her face. She watched them bind their souls to the kind, to the death and revival of the girl. And now it seemed they were going to war?
She hold back laughter as she surrounds herself in shadows and disappears.
With his purpose given, his tasks mandated, Thresh felt a renewed sense of self course through his phantasmal body. It was so horrifically pleasing on one hand, though somewhat detracting on the other. The time he would have to roam Runeterra with an almost childlike abandon would indubitably decline, and if...no, when their conquest of the living was complete, his supply of victims might very well begin to diminish. It rankled him to some degree, but it would be necessary. He would just need to find ways to have fun while the living still...well, lived. And what better way to have fun than to do so with another?
The Warden's chains rattled as he surveyed the other assembled fiends in the Ruined King's domain, searching for a worthy candidate, an 'assistant'. After a time, the decision was made; the inky black blot of darkness against the far wall would do. His chains scraped and coat dragged in sickening cacophony as the vile specter advanced upon the nightmare made manifest, ending his quick march with a lilting, mocking bow.
"Nightmare," the Chain Warden rasped with a slight chuckle distorting his introduction. "I bring you a proposition."
Post by The Eternal Nightmare on Feb 18, 2013 18:14:22 GMT -5
Nocturne's form seemed to ripple at Thresh's words, the nightmare far too ready to leave. It's white eyes glared at Thresh in a stark contrast to the rest of room, seemingly unaffected by any form of lighting. Bringing itself from the wall, the crimson blades seeming to melt out of the shadows as it did so, Nocturne kept it's gaze on the Warden.
"My, aren't we professional, hmm?" Thresh replied to nobody in particular, drawing closer to Nocturne with a grim chuckle. "This will likely be to our mutual benefit in this endeavor."
All the while, Thresh's wicked mind was at work with his rapidly growing scheme. The King's edict had been given, but the champions of the unliving had essentially free reign over how to carry out the fall of a city-state. The Chain Warden had never fancied himself to be a mighty warrior destined for the frontlines, no. His place was firmly behind lines, preferably the enemy lines. To get into this position, however, he would require an accomplice.
"I seek the demise of the living just as much as you, Nightmare, though for markedly differing reasons," the Warden began, his proposal punctuated with the clinking of his chains. "Our master has given us our orders: Demacia must fall. To expedite its destruction, I intend fully to sentence their command structure to death. I shall require aid, though, to enter into the city-state to begin my work in earnest. Woefully few of my...compatriots, bear any degree of subtlety, bringing me to you. Consider it a test, for the Isles' newest champion. Prove your worth to the Isles, and I may yet report you favorably to our liege. What say you, mind-slayer?"
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