Post by The Mad Chemist on Apr 2, 2013 14:54:18 GMT -5
As the pieces glided through the chess board the mad chemist couldn’t help to wonder about how to create the attack to Piltover without suspicion for Zaun. “I will…I will be one of those hands because I’m sure that you already have many hands working on it.” Singed advanced his d pawn preventing swains pawn to put itself on a position where it could menace the queen and the knight.
Post by The Master Tactician on Apr 2, 2013 17:01:29 GMT -5
The pawn before the queen sidestepped to break Singed's barrier, at once an advance and a bait to the white knight that stood waiting behind. "Pieces in place, events set in motion--yet still more to ponder."
Thunder rolled, heralding the approach of spring showers. The Master Tactician glanced out over the city, then up at the quickly graying sky. "But I digress. Marcellus' ascent to the Progressive Party seat is the first step. That will take place in May. The circumstances surrounding his rise to popularity: those will be for you to arrange. We've time to gather information, to perfect our methods."
He pursed his lips behind his shroud as the stormwinds gathered, breezed through the balcony, chilling his frail form. "We'll be meeting frequently in the coming months. Plenty of time for discussion."
Post by The Mad Chemist on Apr 2, 2013 22:58:10 GMT -5
Singed looked from the window as the rain started to pour on the roofs of the Noxian city he starts planning the possible moves to bring the Piltovian favor to Marcellus. “Well at least I will have an intelligent partner on this business venue he will know how to move even without strings for me.” Singed took the pawn with his knight as the rain drown the sounds of the exterior and a occasional thunder fell over the land on the distant mountain letting the Noxian citizens ear the power of nature even if distand as the city provided protection of it. “The more power and land you possess the more you will have to protect you know about that right? There are many dangers ready to destroy those things that you are building strong bases will be needed and even more than powerful alliances that can last for as long as needed.”
Post by The Master Tactician on Apr 4, 2013 5:17:52 GMT -5
As though to punctuate his statement, the Chemist's knight now threatened the black queen--but the queen? No helpless damsel. Rather, the most powerful piece on the board. The Grand General's trembling hand moved her a single square forward, where she served as a reminder of her own capacity.
Over the city, thunder growled as spring rains cascaded over Noxus, washing clean her dusty streets and rooftops. The torrent drummed down upon them in dreary rhythm. Swain shivered against the wind. He crossed his arms over his golden breastplate in an effort to warm himself. Beatrice ruffled her feathers. Through the tremor of his failing form, subtle irritation caused the Grand General to sit upright, flickered in his eyes. "The territories are investments, Singed. The rich do not stay rich by neglecting their assets," he snapped.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Apr 4, 2013 16:40:53 GMT -5
“Damsels on distress are not on the rage those days aren’t they?” Singed moves his knight to f6 an interesting movement that would open many combinations even if read for his opponent. "Check"
Post by The Master Tactician on Apr 4, 2013 18:27:33 GMT -5
Check. Forseen. The answer was simple. A sacrifice, true, but with the end goal in mind. The G7 bishop advanced to F6, giving itself to protect the black king.
Blazing eyes narrowed as he recalled the gladiatrix who'd sat disguised at his table. The Grand General had since placed her, a vision in red of Sylvia Monteclaire's establishment. "Don't talk to me about damsels, Singed." Crimson eyes flashed in grim admonishment.
Post by The Master Tactician on Apr 4, 2013 20:53:37 GMT -5
The Grand General would not deign to offer a reply to such an impertinent insinuation. Instead, he slid his rook directly across the board, claiming Singed's castle for his own. Withered fingers placed it on the sidelines among its fallen brethren.
Post by The Master Tactician on Apr 5, 2013 3:53:40 GMT -5
Swain paused a moment, crimson eyes still narrowed at the Chemist's ridiculous assertion. The weather matched his cloudy mood, the pitter patter of fat raindrops on the balcony's banister punctuating the grim grinding of his teeth.
He rolled his eyes, nudging his pawn forth to C4 in bold confrontation of the white queen. The scowl upon his features slowly faded as he stared out of the city--his city--gray beneath the torrent.
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