Post by The Burning Vengeance on Feb 1, 2013 22:25:59 GMT -5
Febuary fifth; yet another unmade Noxian village.
It had been a week since Brand had escaped his cell; and several settlements of both Demacian and Noxian origin had fallen to him, every man, woman, and child in them reduced to a fine powder, and scattered to the winds.
The sweet reward for a battle well fought.
With each village some new foe had offered opposition; the groups of Noxian soldiers were simple enough, the primal forces of fire tearing through their ranks like chaff in the wind.
The League's summoners, however, required a more creative approach.
They weren't pulling their punches; no Junior summoners with flaws to exploit, there were only the hunters.
Those who could snuff his flame with a glance.
Men and women who had trained their entire life to handle creatures of destruction like himself; people with powers beyond comprehension.
Several of them had nearly caught him; with Brand escaping only by the blackened skin of his teeth.
That was where the more advanced tactics came into play.
For example, a summoner equipped to defend himself against flame, is often not equipped to defend himself against a sharp object being rammed into his spine.
Or, a summoner who is looking for the energy signature of a fire elemental among a pile of flaming corpses, may not think to look to one of his allies.
Stealth. Subterfuge. Brand had no idea what these things were, he just knew he needed them in order to survive.
And somehow, against all odds, he was doing just that.
he sat in the rubble of a once proud Noxian township, staring into the distance, at the walls of a massive city looming up ahead.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Feb 2, 2013 15:00:30 GMT -5
Destroyed Demacian Village
Gillam trudged through the blanket of ash over the once well paved roads of the village. He had remembered this village from his own era, and was one of the few villages he had even really visited. Being born into nobility, Gillam didn't really fit in with the common folk in his younger years. The only times he had ever seen these outlying villages were when it was part of his military duty, or when he was passing by them.
However, Gillam joined the military to protect common folk like these, and when an entire village that housed them burnt down to the ground, it was his duty to stop whoever did such a thing at all costs.
The knight imagined their suffering. Children trapped under flaming pieces of plywood, struggling to escape. Innocent civilians, choking on ash, smoke and dust. Even though he had no connection to these people whatsoever, it was his job to defend him. That was one of the many things that hadn't changed about Gillam, past or present.
Gillam studied the ash. Whatever had caused this hadn't been natural, or by any regular fire. The Demacian could smell the scent of magic lingering in the air. A magician was responsible for this, he just didn't know what their motives were.
If there were any survivors, they were long gone. Everyone who resided in this village were now either dead or homeless. Gillam cursed the fact of this, he didn't have any witnesses to inform him of what might have caused such an inferno.
I will find you... Gillam stood up, and ran as fast as he could to the nearest village.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Post by The Burning Vengeance on Feb 3, 2013 0:03:39 GMT -5
February fifth; the outskirts of Noxus.
The amount of summoners has dwindled, from the occasional encounter to a flat out non-existence.
The league's grasp didn't span as far as it seemed.
He had escaped.
he walked, surveying the charred landscape.
The Noxian military had grown more aggressive; manipulators of flame and water, sent to nullify, or counter his own powers.
This wasn't the small groups of militia from earlier; these groups were full of people on par with, or stronger than, the league's summoners, people versed in magics the elemental had never even heard of.
He was on his last legs.
Each battle was more brutal than the last, requiring more grit than the one before it, immaculate displays of cunning and skill in the face of powers that matched his own.
And yet he traveled on.
He could hear it; the pounding of the war drums. This was it. The end.
No.
If he was to face death, he would rise to the task, like he always had.
Broken and battered, the elemental prepared for his final stand.
Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 3, 2013 1:09:54 GMT -5
February 6th, Noxian Outskirts, Break of Dawn
The legion marched in perfect formation: two elite battalions, one of mages, one of warriors. Word had come by air of the destruction, the spreading wildfire upon the Noxian countryside. Those villages nearest the city walls were quickly evacuated, refugees crowding into the inner walls, filling every available inn to capacity, sleeping in the streets. But there had been no time to save these leveled towns, the scorched farmland, the numerous proletarian dead.
From his place at the helm of an iron-wrought vehicle, the Grand General surveyed the destruction, Renekton at his left side, Darius at his right, Singed and Vladimir behind. Swain's red eyes narrowed to slits. Building fury contorted his usual mask of poise. He tightened his grip on his cane, veins bulging in his gnarled hand.
As they marched, the mage battalion chanted in unison, conjuring water over the still-burning grassland. The air was thick with smoke and ash, with the cries of the few bereaved left standing, the moans of the blackened dying. The procession followed the outskirts of destruction, extinguishing fires as they went, soldier-swords and axes dealing swift relief to those beyond aid, following orders to end their misery. Miles scorched. Thousands burned. "Another failure of the Institute," the general said aloud. The hellish raven at his shoulder issued a shriek as though in agreement.
The regiment reached the top of a hill, paused in unison. Below, the valley raged, consumed by a freshly roaring blaze. For miles they'd followed the smoldering trail; the Burning Vengeance could not be far from here. "Well," Swain growled. "The time has come to demonstrate our might." He turned, his withered hand forming quick somatic arcana. When he spoke again, his command rang out over the legion, "Extinguish it quickly." Then he returned to his vantage point, calling out, "Noxus rides to meet you, Vengeance."
Renekton surveyed the blasted landscapes around the honor guard with visible distaste. It was all such a waste, reducing everything in sight to little more than desolated earth and ashes. It reminded him of the war that very well could still be ravaging his homeworld at that very moment, the way that many of his followers left absolutely nothing in their wake. The hulking demigod merely shook his head in dismay; there was no point in conquest if one was simply destroying everything they stood to gain in the process. Swain perhaps was of the same mind, as the General's countenance was like a brewing storm.
The Burning Vengeance would be a worthy opponent, yes. Its power was clear upon the Fields, but even more so at present. Whoever could wield its pure might would have a veritable force of nature at its fingertips; was that the General's plan? It did not take a genius to discern that Swain was clearly gathering together some manner of coalition, with mixed degrees of subtlety. Had the Butchering been a gesture to his new champion, or perhaps a show of force to Runeterra? It mattered little in the long run; destruction approached, and the Burning Vengeance's reckoning with it. Contained, its destructive power could serve a greater purpose in these inconsequential mortal conflicts. Perhaps it could even serve some purpose under Renekton himself.
Only time would tell, and only then after the infernal deity was kneeling in the filth of the earth before him.
Post by kevinxsenpai on Feb 3, 2013 6:48:32 GMT -5
Vladimir sat behind Swain as the small army traveled towards The Burning Vengeance's location. He watched as Noxian soldiers walked over to civilians who were gripping to life, and ended them without giving them even a hope at life. This of course did not bother him one bit, but rather made him anxious to meet Brand in combat. The Blood Lord thought it would be best if his apprentice did not accompany him on this mission, he did not wish for his only pupil to turn to ash in front of his very eyes.
He continued to ride with his fellow allies, he took a few moments to look at each of them. Darius, a man he had fought nearly to the death in his temple. Sion, a man who not only had his head decapitated, but was still "alive" to tell the tale. Singed, he did not know much of the chemist other than his inhumane tactics in battle. Renekton, a beast who, until recently, he thought was still locked inside the institute of war. He was not sure why the beast was now serving Noxus, but he found no reason to complain. And finally, Swain, The Grand General of Noxus. The man who lead them all and who ruled his city-state well enough for even Vladimir to back him, something even Darkwill was unable to do.
His thoughts were broken when all of the men came to a stop. Swain spoke and called out to The Burning Vengeance. Vladimir took a deep breathe and awaited for the force of nature to reveal himself.
Last Edit: Feb 3, 2013 7:23:59 GMT -5 by kevinxsenpai
A stark grin spread across his face as Darius sifted his fingers through the fresh snowlike powder that used to be a village. The creature responsible would not be fit for execution, tactical removal, and the returning to Noxus with its head would be all that could slake the thirst for vengeance that burned within every Noxian.
Darius however felt little more than a supreme excitement, though his own thirst was not for homeblood - nor for honor; what gave Darius his unturnable smile was the prospect of the glorious fight soon to occur.
Last Edit: Feb 3, 2013 19:25:30 GMT -5 by kevinxsenpai
Post by The Mad Chemist on Feb 3, 2013 18:55:08 GMT -5
Singed had heard that the institute has been losing his edge but this was ridiculous, the burning vengeance had escaped and was burning village after village of many cities around Valoran. And the butcher of the sands who he though was imprisoned in the institute was now one of Noxus allies. Swain had been gathering many powerful individuals, but with what purpose? No it was not the time to think about that, even with such an army and powerful allies confronting a powerful elemental would prove troublesome if not mortal if he did not put hall of his brain on it He carried various chemicals with him in order to put fires and to deplete the oxygen on an area, if things would go according to plan the causalities would be minimal, but they never go according to plan they are always wild cards and unpredictable variables.
Dead. Dead don't move, don't scream, don't cry or whimper in terror. Don't don't even smell good. Dead aren't worth my time. The lumbering green giant mused, swinging his axe and decapitating another charred corpse, steam hissing off what remained of the corpse's neck. Taste good, maybe. His vivid red eyes surveyed what remained, kicking the head away angrily before roaring out angrily after Swain's remark, slashing the air wildly and bellowing.
Post by The Burning Vengeance on Feb 3, 2013 22:07:54 GMT -5
He could hear them. One voice rose above the rest; an inhuman screech calling him to face the inevitable.
There was something about it... something that brought a pang of fear to his heart.
The voice was like his own.
as the smoke parted, the elemental finally came into view, standing directly ahead of the Noxian troops, arms crossed in defiance of a world consumed by chaos.
You came here seeking justice.
The human pollution; those who ravage and corrupt this earth, seek justice.
I am justice.
Brand stuck a stance; slamming a foot into the earth before him. Anchoring himself to the ground in preparation for an unleashing his flame.
If you wish to stand against your fate, then so be it.
I will burn you all.
As the elemental's stance changed, in a manner almost akin to a dance, torrents of flame began roaring over the earth at blinding speeds; with Brand's movements giving them direction and strength the streams of fire clashed against the Noxian ranks, scattering them into the air like nine-pins.
An enraged fire elemental is not a being that one should engage in combat.
Darius' bellowing laugh echoed out across the sea of ashes as he sprinted at the being of flame. This could have been looked at as suicide, if not for a magenta hue that began to glow through his cape; he reached back, and heaved his axe into view.
By now Darius was beginning to catch fire, but nothing flared brighter than the enormous mans eyes when a pang resonated a now brightly glowing enchanted shield with his own executioner - the edge of which almost seemed to shimmer as though it were being sharpened upon the very spot he stood. The flames that licked at his boots and cape seemed of two different colors, as the magic of the shield quite literally fought fire with fire. Darius burned, and the anguish poured like magic venom into his axe.
When he came to the point that he could see the burning outline of a man, who somewhat resembled a corpse on fire Darius tucked a knee and kicked off from the ground - His axe launched forward, narrowly missing the mans feet jabbing only just to the right. Darius fell into the swing as he whipped in a circle, and before one could even tell the axe had begun to spin, it was nearly in the same spot - only now on the other side of Brand, and spinning rapidly toward his face.
Last Edit: Jun 22, 2013 13:38:32 GMT -5 by Dungeon Master
Post by kevinxsenpai on Feb 4, 2013 1:33:05 GMT -5
Vladimir quickly arose as the flames approached the general. His arms rising, pointing in opposite directions. He would siphon blood from all the recently executed wounded Noxians and use it to defend the mages, warriors, and himself. The blood would clash with the flames in what looked to be a stalemate. Vladimir knew that water would not be enough to fight the elemental's fire, but blood was not just water. It was a combination of both water and minerals, so when the water part evaporated, the minerals still remained. Vladimir would group up millions of particles of the minerals until it made a metal like spike that would soon be propelled at the Burning Vengeance. He only smirked as he single handedly bested the elemental's flames, perhaps this wasn't going to be as much of a challenge as he thought.
Last Edit: Feb 4, 2013 19:03:27 GMT -5 by kevinxsenpai
Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 4, 2013 3:04:49 GMT -5
An explosion burst forth from the ground in a seismic line. The ranks of warriors broke, many bodies flying like ragdolls, scattered by the primal force of Brand's rage. The first of his victims skidded to a halt in the ash, lay motionless, smoldering. But still a veritable legion remained. Vladimir's quick action had spared them. The red mist of their fallen comrades settled over the battlefield.
In unison, the remaining warrior troops drew out identical towershields, each emblazoned with the skull-like Noxian symbol, each wrought of silicate synthetics, resistant to flame and heat. They closed ranks, forming a fire-retardant wall of Noxian crests. Behind them, the mages set to work: hundreds of wizards chanting in unison. Violet light arced above them, gradually building upon itself, weaving into an iridescent dome over the valley as they worked.
Darius, maddened by the anticipation of battle, had charged headlong at the elemental, counting upon the protection of his relic. Swain scowled as he watched his Hand's charge, the wild swinging of his axe. Perhaps the man's burning desire for a challenge had won out over his reason. Nevertheless, the relic did seem to afford him protection, at least for now.
Post by The Burning Vengeance on Feb 4, 2013 5:22:48 GMT -5
Brand shot upward from the wall of flame and smoke, launching himself into the air on a torrent of fire, putting himself on a collision course with Darius, releasing a sound, more akin to the roar of a beast than the yell of a man, as he caught the Noxian in the chin with a burning fist.
a grotesque snapping of bone could be heard across the battlefield as the elemental's arm busted apart from the force of the blow, literally detonating against Darius's face like a confetti popper.
as one could imagine, it was also quite painful for the target.
with a feral roar, the elemental dashed forward; hunched over in a manner more akin to a beast than a man, his host's body was beginning to break apart as he threw himself towards Vladimir's projectile, a victim of the intense power flowing through it.
The one armed elemental clashed with the bloodmage's iron spike, unleashing another inhuman roar as the magically crafted object shattered, the shards rocketing back into Noxian ranks, the army entirely unprepared for an assault as brutal as this.
Darius' head was thrown backwards as Brand connected with his jaw. His cape was in tatters as the fire around him subsided, and he stood to watch the elemental throw itself into the soldiers.
Last Edit: Feb 4, 2013 21:57:01 GMT -5 by kevinxsenpai
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