He looked to Anivia in complete surprise. "I was not expecting you to join me to Icathia." Tryndamere glanced a the Cryophoenix wings which to him seemed like solid Ice. "Will you be alright venturing into Icathia? If you wish I can venture to there by myself." sigh. "I would ask my Queen but I don't want to worry her. If you do decide to go we need to gather at Bandle City as the summoners requested." Tryndamere getting restless got off his throne and paced in front of it. "I need to make preparation to attend."
Post by The Cryophoenix on Jan 8, 2013 12:26:00 GMT -5
Anivia shakes her head slowly. "Sending both monarchs of a yet fragile city state into an unknown conflict sounds unwise. While I appreciate your concern for me, there are few others on this world capable of sensing the chaos roiling in the mana of the world, much less calm the storm. This is a task that I have put off long enough." The desert would be trying, but she knew it was among the regions most damaged by the rune wars. Despite how limited her power would be, she must at the very least try. How could she call herself an elemental defender of the world, if she only protected those of the north? Her brows furrow when she hears their destination: Bandle City was on the opposite corner of the continent. For her to fly there directly would take weeks, not to mention that the flight would pass directly over Icathia on the way. The summoners magic would be necessary to reach their destination. "Make what preparations you need to. I will wait for you here."
Sigh. "Well then I shall go to Bandle City for Freljord." Tryndamere starts to make his way out of the throne room. "You are going to Ichathia right?" Tryndamere paused before leaving looking back at Anivia for clarification.
Post by The Cryophoenix on Jan 8, 2013 21:41:35 GMT -5
"Yes, I am coming." She follows the king to the top of the staircase then sighs inwardly. Turning sideways, she lowers herself one step at a time. She would catch up with the king eventually.
Tryndamere quietly entered the throne room searching through one of his cabinets. After several minutes of searching he finally found what he was looking for. He pulled out a large cape made entirely of animal pelts. He would need this for what he was planning. With as much stealth as a man of his size could muster he headed out hoping no one would see him leave.
Post by Victus Brightblade on Jan 26, 2013 12:52:42 GMT -5
January 1, 26 CLE
Victus was once again in the Castle of the King of the North. He was waiting for a summons to enter the King's presence, but should anyone with pressing news or requests approached, Victus would offer to wait after them. His request was small and petty compared to running a nation, in his opinion. Only when the King was free of his duties for a time would Victus issue his challenge.
Victus was once again in the Castle of the King of the North. He was waiting for a summons to enter the King's presence, but should anyone with pressing news or requests approached, Victus would offer to wait after them. His request was small and petty compared to running a nation, in his opinion. Only when the King was free of his duties for a time would Victus issue his challenge.
A Frejlordian servant saw Victus and approached him. "Excuse me sir are you here to see the King? If you are the King has finish his duties for the day and you may proceed to the throne room." He bowed to Victus and continued his walk down the hall.
Post by Victus Brightblade on Jan 26, 2013 14:40:12 GMT -5
With a nod of thanks to the servant, Victus walked into the Frejordian King's audience chamber.
Tryndamere probably already knew who was calling on him, as Victus was once again encased in his platemail and thus was about as silent as a legion of Demacians (which is to say not at all). Victus entered the chamber and knelt with one fist on the floor and the other hand on his knee.
"King Tryndamere, Blade of the North, Wolf of Freljord, King of the Barbarian Clans and the Clans of the Frozen Sisters, I request a boon." Victus stated to the King while staring at the floor. He would not rise until asked to.
With a nod of thanks to the servant, Victus walked into the Frejordian King's audience chamber.
Tryndamere probably already knew who was calling on him, as Victus was once again encased in his platemail and thus was about as silent as a legion of Demacians (which is to say not at all). Victus entered the chamber and knelt with one fist on the floor and the other hand on his knee.
"King Tryndamere, Blade of the North, Wolf of Freljord, King of the Barbarian Clans and the Clans of the Frozen Sisters, I request a boon." Victus stated to the King while staring at the floor. He would not rise until asked to.
"Ah Victus good to see you again, you're as quiet as ever." Tryndamere said with a grin on his face. "You praise me to much Victus, please raise your head and let me hear your request. It will give me a chance to get my mind off this tedious paper work that they have me doing day in and day out." From his throne Tryndamere looked at Victus patiently to hear what the soldier wanted from the King of Freljord.
Post by Victus Brightblade on Jan 29, 2013 23:08:25 GMT -5
Victus rose, removed his helm, and held it on his left side as he addressed the King of Freljord.
"My liege, I am required by my code to treat kings and lords with a measure of respect. I will not compromise my code. However, I am not trying to treat you too kindly. I am treating you as I see you deserve, my grace. Pardon my speech, but if I felt you weren't worth the piss in Noxian sewers, you would know.
I asked to one day test your steel. When can you be prepared and what requirements would you have of me?"
Victus rose, removed his helm, and held it on his left side as he addressed the King of Freljord.
"My liege, I am required by my code to treat kings and lords with a measure of respect. I will not compromise my code. However, I am not trying to treat you too kindly. I am treating you as I see you deserve, my grace. Pardon my speech, but if I felt you weren't worth the piss in Noxian sewers, you would know.
I asked to one day test your steel. When can you be prepared and what requirements would you have of me?"
"HAHAHA, your code is something to admire. I can't say that I would have as much self control as you when dealing with some nobles." Tryndamere grunted at the thought of them.
"So you wish to challenge me?" Tryndamere said with excitement in his eyes. He stood up and walked towards Victus cracking his neck, and stretching his arms the way he had always done in the fields of justice. "Before I set the conditions and accept your challenge tell me. Why do you seek this challenge?" Tryndamere asked while standing in front of Victus.
Post by Victus Brightblade on Jan 30, 2013 2:44:06 GMT -5
"I have fought few barbarians. Freljordians turned bandits. None have proved much challenge. I wish to spar as my clan would have sparred. You measure a clan by the strength of its members, and I am now a part of the Great Clan of Freljord. It may act the part of divided at times, but Freljord is ONE clan now. I seek to prove my strength in my clan. This tradition is something I have not had chance to partake in. Fighting knights in Demacia for training is one thing. Fighting your chieftain in Freljord is another. We grew no closer in Demacia. Fighting you would not end in simple grunts and drinks. Fighting you would prove to the Clan that Victus is one of them and will fight for them and he is worth the resources that fuel him. You have proved this, Ashe has proved this, Sejuani has proved this, but I have not. Not to your Clan that you have let me into. That is why I request this spar. Not to prove myself just to you, but to the people of the land of my ancestors."
Post by barbarianking on Feb 7, 2013 13:40:07 GMT -5
Tryndamere nods his eyes studying Victus, Tryndamere grips Victus' forearm shaking is firmly. "Then we will see what you're made of." Curiousity, excitment and anticipation could be seen burning in the barbarian king's eyes as he turns, "Meet me at the arena... I will arrive shortly." With that, Tryndamere walks away, disappearing into the castle to prepare.
Last Edit: Feb 7, 2013 13:56:02 GMT -5 by barbarianking
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