Ashe managed to brush off the last of any officials that had somehow made their way into Freljord. As dangerous an expedition it was, many continued to brave the Winter simply to bring her messages about the on-goings of the rest of Valoran. As important as it was, the Archer knew it had to wait.
She politely excused herself from her present company, making her way towards the throne room as her smile quickly faded. There was something happening - creatures released, and plots beneath the skull of Noxus itself. Whispers; rumors at most, as there always had been. Ashe knew that it would be poor practice to listen to every tongue that waggled, but she also made it a habit to file the information away for safe keeping.
The faint click of her heels sounded through the spacious room as she caught the boisterous laugh and the faint words after. Ashe neared, nodding towards a large man clad in dark armor as she threw a look at Tryndamere. At least he was working, and this alone caused her lips to quirk upwards slightly. "I hope these challenges aren't held in here, dear King." She swept past the barbarian, immediately going to the cabinets to flip through them. "I like the color it is now."
Tryndamere bowed at his Queen as she entered the room. "Of course not my dear Queen. I already know that when I fight I usually destroy anything in my way." He looked at his calm Queen, but he could see a hint of worry in her expression. "So Indeed I will take it somewhere else other than our throne room." As she looks through the cabinets she mentions their color. "The color?" He wanted to know what was bothering her, but figured that this might not be the appropriate time to ask.
Ashe paused in her search, turning once more to Tryndamere with a smile, "Rather, I do not think red suits the walls," she hoped the King would get her meaning as she turned to look at the cabinet. "But do not fret, I believe that you will use your better judgment." She added as an afterthought. She didn't quite believe that Tryndamere was immature and illogical - after all, he was King now. Still, these strange quips almost seemed like a second habit to her. As if it were part of the familiarity so many people wanted.
Ashe shook her head, bringing her attentions back to her task. There was an alarming amount of old scrolls and papers bunched up inside, no doubt categorized but it had been a long time since the Frost Archer had searched through it. Nonetheless, she was determined to find what she had come here for. She first began for the obvious 'N' section; hopefully this was still in alphabetical order instead of chronological.
"And may your armor shine bright." Was her only response to Victus as she thumbed through the parchment, both old and new, glancing up briefly as she watched the male disappear.
"You don't like the walls? Perhaps blue would be a more appropriate color?" Tryndamere said with a gentle tone not wanting to start an argument, or get on his Queen's bad side. "If you would like I could change it back."
Tryndamere notices that Ashe was having a rather difficult time finding the document she was looking for. "Are you looking for something in particular? Maybe I know where it is, I have been working here for a while now."
Ashe sighed; apparently being subtle wasn't such a good idea after all. She shook her head, and without turning, said "I don't want you splashing blood on the walls." Here, she chuckled softly. It was somewhat amusing. Tryndamere's tone of voice, that is. He was normally so... grunty and full of anger that it was difficult to remembered that he had a softer side to him as well. With her back still facing the King, she raised an inconspicuous eyebrow. "Unless you want to, that is."
When the 'N' section gave her nothing, she quickly moved onwards to 'S', her mind wandering to her purpose. Ashe did realize that she put Freljord before anything - before her life, even. Freljord and its people was all she had, and yet, here she was running around trying to stick her nose into something that did not concern her. "But it does." The Archer murmured quietly to herself. The repercussions if such a thing ever went through. If their plans ever saw fruition, Freljord would certainly feel the backlash.
She turned, her worry replaced with a smile. "It's alright. I think focusing on your paperwork is more important."
*Sigh* Sometimes I can't understand what she's talking about. Tryndamere thought to himself. He saw his Queen struggling and mumbling to herself, but didn't want to push his help. He know already that when she goes tunnel vision there is not much he can do to stop her. She turned with a smile telling him to work on his paper work, but he knew something was indeed worrying her.
"Fine if that's what you think." Tryndamere moved the table back to it's original position and began working again. His Queen still struggling to find what she was looking for. "Are you sure you don't need my help?" He said offering his aid one last time.
Post by The Cryophoenix on Jan 6, 2013 6:05:54 GMT -5
December 23, 22 CLE
Anivia circled far above the city, taking stock of the more recent changes. She had observed the village from afar many times before, but hadn't attempted to enter it since the King's coronation. With the formation of the united city state, Rakelstake had grown explosively. So fast. This is what I must keep up with. Since her last visit, the city had easily doubled in size, the population growing even more than that. People bustled about busily, despite the frigid cold of the weather. Her destination, however, was clear: the ice castle towered over rest of the city. She smirked inwardly at the irony of her visit as she descended before the castle gates.
For the first time, she wondered if she had beat the Barbarian in his race down the mountain. She watched the guards clamoring uncertainly amongst themselves, no doubt perturbed by her visit. Many knew Anivia was on friendly terms with the Queen, but she was never known to visit the city. She walked through the gates that were opened for her slowly, visibly flinching as the doors closed against the cold behind her. What the humans lacked in any natural defenses against the environment, they made up for in ingenuity. With their nimble hands they transformed the world around them, be it in the creation of weapons, homes, or technological devices. Anivia suffered from the same basic oversight in all of their efforts: they did not build with wings in mind. Once a door closed behind her, she was at their mercy to escape again.
She attempted to follow their customs, limiting herself to a shuffling gait across the floor until she reached a set of stairs to the throne room. With a sigh, she thanked the builder's excess: wide halls and high ceilings gave her more than enough room to spread her wings. With what dignity she could manage, she beat at the still air furiously to carry herself to the throne room itself, ignoring the protests of the nearby guards who were blasted by the frigid winds. Unsure of any other necessary ceremony, she stood still at the threshold, peering into the royalty's quiet hall.
As Tryndamere reached the castle he was informed that Anivia had arrived before him. He was a bit disappointed in himself for not reaching Freljord before her. He wanted to greet her personally at the entrance, but he quickly made his way towards the throne room. As he walked the long corridor he noticed Anivia at the entrance peering into the room. He approached her from behind and gave her or attempted to give her a warm smile. "Don't be shy, this is much your home as it is mine." His voice was calm and collective unlike when they met on top of the mountain. Tryndamere opened the doors to the throne room completely, and bowed to Anivia inviting her in. "I am not very good at these political things, but my Queen has taught me to be polite more than I would have imagined." He made his way to the center of the room. "I believe there are some things you want to discuss."
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Post by The Cryophoenix on Jan 6, 2013 21:24:36 GMT -5
Anivia was somewhat taken aback. The vast majority of her interactions with the King took place on the Fields of Justice, where he was the very epitome of rage. She had expected a calmer visage off the fields, but never anticipated cordiality. While he cited Ashe as the catalyst of his change, Anivia wondered whether more of the change was a result of his own desires to represent his people well. It would appear that kingship might suit him well after all. Anivia returned his bow with a similar motion. With a sweep of her wings, an intricate pattern of frost began to spread in a circle around her, matching the runes that adorned her body. It was an ancient customary form of greeting among her people that combined good will with proof of identity, a gesture she felt was more than fitting in the King's hall.
She spoke after rising, the runes slowly fading away, "This hall in particular is a symbol of your sovereignty over the people of this land, a claim that I would never try to make. If I have a home on this world, it is in the open air of the mountains, not shielded from it." She looked about the throne room with admiration all the same. What the dwellings of men lacked in natural beauty, they made up for in cultural distinctness. "Believe me when I say that you are not the only one among us unversed in the politics of this land. It is part of why I am here now. Normally, my people avoided the politics of our world at all costs, but I have been left too far detached from the happenings of the world. Something is beginning to move in the shadows. Something that could threaten all of Runeterra. I am but one, but I must cover the tasks of many to protect Valoran's tenuous balance of mana. On the mountain you mentioned the world becoming more dangerous: voidlings escaping there cages. What would you be able to tell me of these events?"
"Politics were never my strong points. If I get angered then I can throw all civility out the door. There were many times when I just wanted to rip apart some political leaders, but I held it together for my people and my Queen." Tryndamere looked at Anivia his expression changed to a more serious one. "I recently was summoned to the institute of war, and was informed that there was a breach at the institute. The void monster Cho'gath had escaped form his prison, but the summoners had no idea how." Tryndamere walked to his throne and sat down. "Please make yourself comfortable." He gestured to Anivia. "As I was saying they wanted to make a venture into Icathia to find out more about these issues. I of course volunteered, but I fear that if one was able to escape then more should follow. HAHAHA, what is more hilarious is that during the meeting a shadow monster that should have been imprisoned escaped as well and made his way to the meeting as well." Tryndamere rubbed his head form the frustration. "These summoners need to get there matter under control."
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Post by The Cryophoenix on Jan 8, 2013 9:22:52 GMT -5
"I'm sure that many appreciate your restraint...” Anivia sighs, imagining the chaos that the King might unleash in a diplomatic setting by giving way to his rage. The news of the institute was disturbing to say the least. She had personally gone to observe their containment to insure that the danger of maintaining them as warriors for the fields was mitigated. The Terror of the Void escaped first. On his own, that could be catastrophic, as Cho’Gath could consume everything in his path to become unstoppable. Not to mention the added power of whatever creature or force had released him. If anything could be represented by an avalanche, it would be that creature. But where would he go? The Shurima desert was a hub of void activity. Try as she might, her power over the balance of mana in the world was at its most limited in such a place, and as such, chaos ran rampant. It seemed she must venture into the heat once more.
As Tryndamere sits upon his throne, he gestures vaguely for Anivia to make herself comfortable. She looked about the room in some confusion. Even had she been a humanoid herself, there was little by way of comfort in the throne room. For a phoenix, the concept was ridiculous. She shuffled slightly from side to side, flexing her talons against the perfectly level ground, but otherwise waited for him to continue.
The news of a venture to Icathia was welcome news. “I had planned on journeying toward the desert on my own. If the city states do not disagree, I would join them. If it is necessary for me to do so, I will represent the interests of Ursine and Yeti people of-” She stopped mid-sentence at the King’s laughter, and her heart dropped in fear for the people of this world. The Eternal Nightmare had escaped as well, a creature of pure malice and hatred. So long as he was free, none would be safe from his torments. Countless had died in his appearance on this world, before he was aware of their power to stop him. Was he working on his own to wreak his terrible vengeance on the summoners? Or worse, was he now working for the agents of the Void? “That makes scouting the danger only more pressing. We should leave as soon as possible.”
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