Post by askorianna on Dec 31, 2012 6:50:15 GMT -5
Awakening:
The snake woman's voice echoed in the summoners mind,
Do this for me dear... And Noxus will reward you greatly... In anyway you wish...
He remembers her touch and her stare... He smiles to himself. This was for her. She would make his dreams come true...
He stands before the cell of Fiddlesticks, his summoning orb in front of him. For her... Why was it for her? What di-
His thoughts were cut short by her image, her whispers in his mind and the way she moved he felt as though he were under a spell. But she would never do that to him. She felt this way too...
He places his hand on the cell door as he steps over the exhausted summoner who had been guarding the cell. Runes spread from his hands illuminating the darkened stone corridor in a dark purple glow. The door cricks open as the rune fades, a faint dark green glow flickering like fire. The summoner knows not to enter, he raises his summoning orb and focuses.
Fiddlesticks feels the familiar violation of the summoner entering his mind.... This was different... He was not on the fields, and there seemed to be something, coiling around the summoners mind like serpent manipulating him.... Fiddlesticks feels the summoner pushing his mind... The summoners thoughts are broken, fragmented. Easy to ignore. Even Fiddle can feel some sense of Curiosity in the void that was his mind. He begins moving. The creaking of his wooden limbs sounding as he takes his first steps from his wing of the Institute. While many summoners try to stop his advance they are all cut down by scythe or Crow. The head summoners order them to stand down and observe while they prepare.
Fiddlesticks stands outside the Institute, hundred of crows have gathered outside as if awaiting for Fiddlesticks command he spoke,
"Where to Serpent..."
A grin crosses his face, his eyes seem to flare with green unholy fire.
"NOXUS....Yes."
He then disappears in a storm of crows, which then fly east, their wings not making a single sound as they fly. The birds didn't so much as squawk.
PART 2: Arrival:
Talon crouches upon one of the many tall spires of Noxus, his dark eyes watching the streets bellow him. He has been watching for three days now, leaving for meals and then returning. Only his adopted sisters knew what he was waiting for and they had left the city state. He has seen many things, shady deals, murders, muggings and even the rare sight of shimmer users within the city. None are what he is watching for, he was beginning to doubt it would happen. Perhaps his sister had failed in seducing the summoner... He frowns and clears his mind as he continues to watch.
The streets of Noxus, cold harsh and would kill your child if it held coin. A brutal place to live, one would think those who lived there could not feel fear, becoming numb to the feeling of their insides twisting and hearts racing... Few children lived their and those that did were as tough as the soldiers themselves, dodging murders were part of the daily lives of the higher class children. Yes, they could have bodyguards, but even bodyguards could be bought off.
The children are now outside, recess, children playing, bullying and reading just like normal children... Although there was one child standing in the corner of the yard being bullied by three other children. Long raven black hair covering her face smeared with dirt, she feels something coming and looks up, a single crow eying her... She smiles understanding somehow what it really was,
"We are all going to die."
As if on queue the sky darkness, the unnatural cloud of crows sweeping across they sky, not a sound being made by them the citizens yelling and shouting. Above the city upon the spire, Talon watches the crows approach, a small smirk coming to his lips. She really had done it. Should anyone find out it was her... Oh this would be interesting.
The crows spiraling down to the ground outside the creating a tornado of crows, a brave citizen with a sword yelled and charged the crows, they were nothing but birds! The crows collide with him knocking him off his feet and ripping the skin from his body, he thrashes about in pain, the crows unrelenting stripping flesh from bone leaving nothing behind. The palace guards stand in formation, the crows simply spiral before them...
Then they appeared. The burning green eyes could be seen flickering within the tornado. The voice that echos sounding as though it has risen from the very depths of hell itself,
DISPERSE AND KIIIIILL
The crows explode outwards, their horrifying cries could pierce the hearts of the bravest men, the palace guards shake their heads and run in terror only to be caught by the crows and thrown about by them like rag dolls before being ripped to pieces before they could hit the ground.
Woman clutches her child as she runs to safety, the child doesn't notice as her mother is torn off by the crows leaving her arms wrapped about the child as she runs. The child is not spared, the flesh on her face is ripped off she screams, but only a gurgle of blood emerges as her throat it is torn out.
Fiddlesticks begins walking towards the palace, the summoner in his mind believing he is in control pushes Fiddlesticks towards the palace. Fiddlesticks simply grins and moves, his mouth twisted into a sick grin. His scythe glinting as he moves forward. Crows explode down the corridors of the palace, shredding anything of flesh that gets in their way cutting a bloody path of flesh towards the throne room. Occasionally a guard would charge the harbinger only to be meet decapitation or his skull split in half.
The crows fly about the throne room, Swain nowhere to be seen... Fiddlesticks enters and tilts his head,
"Waaaste of time...."
Then the distant tapping of a cane on stone is heard. The crows fall silent and perch themselves around the room. A single demonic raven flies in and perches itself on the throne. It's eyes gleaming red as it studies the area around it. A curious crow flies towards it in an attempt to kill it... It is ripped to shreds by the raven within a second. The raven simply standing back atop the throne as if asserting its dominance. A curious sight.
Fiddlesticks stands watching the raven... And moves forwards, scythe raised ready to cleave it in two. Then the tapping stops Swains voice sounds from behind him,
"You will leave Noxus."
Every crow turns to look at the source, Swain standing still leaning on his cane, his eyes staring daggers into Fiddlestick's back. Fiddlesticks stands, scythe raised still ready to slice into the raven. A smile creeping onto his face, the summoner and the creature coiled around the summoners mind wished him to kill Swain. He brings the scythe down, the raven lets out an earsplitting screech and shoots into the air, the scythe slashes deep into the throne slicing it in half.
The crows explode into a frenzy, attempting to tear at the ravens wings and beak trying to kill it. Swain simply stands watching, Somehow, the raven was ripping the rows to shreds, blood splattering the floors and walls, the ravens eyes burning red, as it was engulfed in the tornado of crows. It was now impossible to see what was going on, but blood still sprayed outward, Swains voice thunders out once more,
"Beatrice! Come."
The crows pull back as the raven fly towards Swain and places itself upon the perch on his shoulder. Fiddlesticks' head creaks 180 degree's and stares at Swain,
"My crows are... Huuungryyy..."
Swain simply watches with a look of almost boredom in his eyes,
"Beatrice... WE FEAST!"
A swirling mass of black raven feathers spirals around Swain and Beatrice obscuring them from view, the cracking and grinding of bones can be heard as he begins to transform into the monster. The tearing of flesh sounds as bones move painfully inside Swain, a thunderous screech sounds as the black raven feathers are thrown away around them.
PART 3:
Out on the spire Talon simply watches, now, two males had emerged from a nearby manor, one an unstoppable force it seemed. Darius swings his axe in great arcs as he charges, crows lay dead, crippled or bloodied in his wake. Not a word escapes his lips, only a look of pure determination upon his face as he trains his eyes on the palace entrance. His armored boots muffled as they crash upon the stone pavement by the sound of wings beating and the cries of the dying.
The other male swinging his weapons as he exits the manor, laughs at the birds as if challenging them.
"Nothing can beat Draven! Come at him!"
He dashes into the crow-storm at once when he sees a woman being dragged into the air,
"Fear not! Draven will save you!"
He throws his axe towards the group of crows as he runs, the axe slices through the birds effortlessly, the woman falls into Dravens arms as she slides to his knees as he catches her, he looks to the crow filled sky with one arm cradling her head as the other is raised, the axe lands in his hands,
"Draven is glorious! Say it with me lady! Draven! Draven! Draven!"
He continues to look to the sky, he frowns,
"No response? To impressed by Dravens awesome skill?! Yes... I impress myself... I forgot my signature pen... Perhaps a kiss instead?"
He closes his eyes and raises her head, his lips meet hers... Wait a second, she wasn't responding to a kiss from Draven?! He opens an eye and recoils in disgust, he pushes her away and stands over her now lifeless body. Massive chunks of skin and flesh had been torn away from her face.
"Draven. Does not. Kiss Corpses."
He stands and glares at the crows, Draven will have a show for them.
PART 4:
The monsterous screech can be heard piercing the air all through-out Noxus as it erupts from the palace. Any other sounds were muffled as every crow seemed to fly higher, retreating to the palace surrounding it completely in a mass of swirling black feathers and beaks. Darius only barely makes it into the palace, claws and beaks scraping against his back as he slams the two great doors closed with a thunderous crash and bolting it shut.
He notes the carnage before him with annoyance than anything. Bodies ripped to pieces, scattered limbs and entrails spread before him like some kind of modern art. Blood drenching the carpet that stretched off towards the throne room. Darius begins his determind march towards the room, his boots barely keeping traction on the slick carpet it had soaked that much blood.
Fiddlesticks' eyes flare brightly as he looks upon Swains form, the massive grotesque figure of feathers and flesh stood before him, its six red eyes burning just as brightly as Fiddles own. Fiddlesticks raises his scythe and takes a step forward only to be halted by a roar coming from neither Fiddlestick's nor Swain. Darius had arrived, his axe clenched in his hands, his eyes burning with fury as they bore into Fiddlesticks... however... Darius himself is frozen in place, Fiddlesticks turns his head to meet Darius' hateful gaze. The Harbringer's voice echo's in Darius mind, burning agony through-out his skull is all he felt,
"This fiight... Iss not yooours... Mortaaal..."
Darius would drop to his knee's his hands clawing at his own skull as Fiddle burned images into his mind that would cause even Nocturne to feel fear.
Fiddlesticks turns his head back to Swain, who now stepped forwards, the sound of his great talons clicking on the marble floor. Fiddlesticks raises his scythe and lowers it towards Swain as the creature advanced, the crows around Fiddlesticks immediatly went into an uproar flying directly towards Swain.
Swain's hulking form opens it's beak and tears into the crows as they fly about him, tearing and ripping at his flesh, slick black blood flows from the wounds. Yet as they do so, his shredded flesh begins to simply knit itself back together only to be torn apart again as he continues to move towards Fiddlesticks, his movement only being slowed slightly.
Fiddlesticks raises its arms out wide, a sickly green aura begins surrounding him, his mouth opens wide,
"Youuur liife... Iss Miiiiiine."
A light green tether would from from Swain's body connecting to Fiddlesticks, he would begin to try pull Swain's own life from his body in vain... Un-expected... What was this creature that stood before him?
Swain was now upon the scarecrow who had raised his scythe and began trying to cleave at Swain's body. They blade would break through feather and flesh only to have the wound heal itself within seconds. Trying one of his last tricks he locks eyes with the great bird creature infront of him and tries to show him the same images currently burning Darius' mind to ash.
Swain's form towering over Fiddlesticks seeming to drain the light from the room bring them both into darkness. Swain uttered four words in this form, and with it, the end to Fiddlesticks attempt to bring him fear. And, an end to the Scarecrow's motivation in this venture.
[glow=red,2,300][shadow=red,left,300]"I. DO. NOT. FEAR."[/shadow][/[/glow]b]
Massive dark purple runes form under Fiddlesticks' body binding him in place... Orange light fills the darkened room as massive runes seem to drop from the ceiling...
Part 5: The final Part in this.
Will be updated should you lot decide that I should do it :3
The snake woman's voice echoed in the summoners mind,
Do this for me dear... And Noxus will reward you greatly... In anyway you wish...
He remembers her touch and her stare... He smiles to himself. This was for her. She would make his dreams come true...
He stands before the cell of Fiddlesticks, his summoning orb in front of him. For her... Why was it for her? What di-
His thoughts were cut short by her image, her whispers in his mind and the way she moved he felt as though he were under a spell. But she would never do that to him. She felt this way too...
He places his hand on the cell door as he steps over the exhausted summoner who had been guarding the cell. Runes spread from his hands illuminating the darkened stone corridor in a dark purple glow. The door cricks open as the rune fades, a faint dark green glow flickering like fire. The summoner knows not to enter, he raises his summoning orb and focuses.
Fiddlesticks feels the familiar violation of the summoner entering his mind.... This was different... He was not on the fields, and there seemed to be something, coiling around the summoners mind like serpent manipulating him.... Fiddlesticks feels the summoner pushing his mind... The summoners thoughts are broken, fragmented. Easy to ignore. Even Fiddle can feel some sense of Curiosity in the void that was his mind. He begins moving. The creaking of his wooden limbs sounding as he takes his first steps from his wing of the Institute. While many summoners try to stop his advance they are all cut down by scythe or Crow. The head summoners order them to stand down and observe while they prepare.
Fiddlesticks stands outside the Institute, hundred of crows have gathered outside as if awaiting for Fiddlesticks command he spoke,
"Where to Serpent..."
A grin crosses his face, his eyes seem to flare with green unholy fire.
"NOXUS....Yes."
He then disappears in a storm of crows, which then fly east, their wings not making a single sound as they fly. The birds didn't so much as squawk.
PART 2: Arrival:
Talon crouches upon one of the many tall spires of Noxus, his dark eyes watching the streets bellow him. He has been watching for three days now, leaving for meals and then returning. Only his adopted sisters knew what he was waiting for and they had left the city state. He has seen many things, shady deals, murders, muggings and even the rare sight of shimmer users within the city. None are what he is watching for, he was beginning to doubt it would happen. Perhaps his sister had failed in seducing the summoner... He frowns and clears his mind as he continues to watch.
The streets of Noxus, cold harsh and would kill your child if it held coin. A brutal place to live, one would think those who lived there could not feel fear, becoming numb to the feeling of their insides twisting and hearts racing... Few children lived their and those that did were as tough as the soldiers themselves, dodging murders were part of the daily lives of the higher class children. Yes, they could have bodyguards, but even bodyguards could be bought off.
The children are now outside, recess, children playing, bullying and reading just like normal children... Although there was one child standing in the corner of the yard being bullied by three other children. Long raven black hair covering her face smeared with dirt, she feels something coming and looks up, a single crow eying her... She smiles understanding somehow what it really was,
"We are all going to die."
As if on queue the sky darkness, the unnatural cloud of crows sweeping across they sky, not a sound being made by them the citizens yelling and shouting. Above the city upon the spire, Talon watches the crows approach, a small smirk coming to his lips. She really had done it. Should anyone find out it was her... Oh this would be interesting.
The crows spiraling down to the ground outside the creating a tornado of crows, a brave citizen with a sword yelled and charged the crows, they were nothing but birds! The crows collide with him knocking him off his feet and ripping the skin from his body, he thrashes about in pain, the crows unrelenting stripping flesh from bone leaving nothing behind. The palace guards stand in formation, the crows simply spiral before them...
Then they appeared. The burning green eyes could be seen flickering within the tornado. The voice that echos sounding as though it has risen from the very depths of hell itself,
DISPERSE AND KIIIIILL
The crows explode outwards, their horrifying cries could pierce the hearts of the bravest men, the palace guards shake their heads and run in terror only to be caught by the crows and thrown about by them like rag dolls before being ripped to pieces before they could hit the ground.
Woman clutches her child as she runs to safety, the child doesn't notice as her mother is torn off by the crows leaving her arms wrapped about the child as she runs. The child is not spared, the flesh on her face is ripped off she screams, but only a gurgle of blood emerges as her throat it is torn out.
Fiddlesticks begins walking towards the palace, the summoner in his mind believing he is in control pushes Fiddlesticks towards the palace. Fiddlesticks simply grins and moves, his mouth twisted into a sick grin. His scythe glinting as he moves forward. Crows explode down the corridors of the palace, shredding anything of flesh that gets in their way cutting a bloody path of flesh towards the throne room. Occasionally a guard would charge the harbinger only to be meet decapitation or his skull split in half.
The crows fly about the throne room, Swain nowhere to be seen... Fiddlesticks enters and tilts his head,
"Waaaste of time...."
Then the distant tapping of a cane on stone is heard. The crows fall silent and perch themselves around the room. A single demonic raven flies in and perches itself on the throne. It's eyes gleaming red as it studies the area around it. A curious crow flies towards it in an attempt to kill it... It is ripped to shreds by the raven within a second. The raven simply standing back atop the throne as if asserting its dominance. A curious sight.
Fiddlesticks stands watching the raven... And moves forwards, scythe raised ready to cleave it in two. Then the tapping stops Swains voice sounds from behind him,
"You will leave Noxus."
Every crow turns to look at the source, Swain standing still leaning on his cane, his eyes staring daggers into Fiddlestick's back. Fiddlesticks stands, scythe raised still ready to slice into the raven. A smile creeping onto his face, the summoner and the creature coiled around the summoners mind wished him to kill Swain. He brings the scythe down, the raven lets out an earsplitting screech and shoots into the air, the scythe slashes deep into the throne slicing it in half.
The crows explode into a frenzy, attempting to tear at the ravens wings and beak trying to kill it. Swain simply stands watching, Somehow, the raven was ripping the rows to shreds, blood splattering the floors and walls, the ravens eyes burning red, as it was engulfed in the tornado of crows. It was now impossible to see what was going on, but blood still sprayed outward, Swains voice thunders out once more,
"Beatrice! Come."
The crows pull back as the raven fly towards Swain and places itself upon the perch on his shoulder. Fiddlesticks' head creaks 180 degree's and stares at Swain,
"My crows are... Huuungryyy..."
Swain simply watches with a look of almost boredom in his eyes,
"Beatrice... WE FEAST!"
A swirling mass of black raven feathers spirals around Swain and Beatrice obscuring them from view, the cracking and grinding of bones can be heard as he begins to transform into the monster. The tearing of flesh sounds as bones move painfully inside Swain, a thunderous screech sounds as the black raven feathers are thrown away around them.
PART 3:
Out on the spire Talon simply watches, now, two males had emerged from a nearby manor, one an unstoppable force it seemed. Darius swings his axe in great arcs as he charges, crows lay dead, crippled or bloodied in his wake. Not a word escapes his lips, only a look of pure determination upon his face as he trains his eyes on the palace entrance. His armored boots muffled as they crash upon the stone pavement by the sound of wings beating and the cries of the dying.
The other male swinging his weapons as he exits the manor, laughs at the birds as if challenging them.
"Nothing can beat Draven! Come at him!"
He dashes into the crow-storm at once when he sees a woman being dragged into the air,
"Fear not! Draven will save you!"
He throws his axe towards the group of crows as he runs, the axe slices through the birds effortlessly, the woman falls into Dravens arms as she slides to his knees as he catches her, he looks to the crow filled sky with one arm cradling her head as the other is raised, the axe lands in his hands,
"Draven is glorious! Say it with me lady! Draven! Draven! Draven!"
He continues to look to the sky, he frowns,
"No response? To impressed by Dravens awesome skill?! Yes... I impress myself... I forgot my signature pen... Perhaps a kiss instead?"
He closes his eyes and raises her head, his lips meet hers... Wait a second, she wasn't responding to a kiss from Draven?! He opens an eye and recoils in disgust, he pushes her away and stands over her now lifeless body. Massive chunks of skin and flesh had been torn away from her face.
"Draven. Does not. Kiss Corpses."
He stands and glares at the crows, Draven will have a show for them.
PART 4:
The monsterous screech can be heard piercing the air all through-out Noxus as it erupts from the palace. Any other sounds were muffled as every crow seemed to fly higher, retreating to the palace surrounding it completely in a mass of swirling black feathers and beaks. Darius only barely makes it into the palace, claws and beaks scraping against his back as he slams the two great doors closed with a thunderous crash and bolting it shut.
He notes the carnage before him with annoyance than anything. Bodies ripped to pieces, scattered limbs and entrails spread before him like some kind of modern art. Blood drenching the carpet that stretched off towards the throne room. Darius begins his determind march towards the room, his boots barely keeping traction on the slick carpet it had soaked that much blood.
Fiddlesticks' eyes flare brightly as he looks upon Swains form, the massive grotesque figure of feathers and flesh stood before him, its six red eyes burning just as brightly as Fiddles own. Fiddlesticks raises his scythe and takes a step forward only to be halted by a roar coming from neither Fiddlestick's nor Swain. Darius had arrived, his axe clenched in his hands, his eyes burning with fury as they bore into Fiddlesticks... however... Darius himself is frozen in place, Fiddlesticks turns his head to meet Darius' hateful gaze. The Harbringer's voice echo's in Darius mind, burning agony through-out his skull is all he felt,
"This fiight... Iss not yooours... Mortaaal..."
Darius would drop to his knee's his hands clawing at his own skull as Fiddle burned images into his mind that would cause even Nocturne to feel fear.
Fiddlesticks turns his head back to Swain, who now stepped forwards, the sound of his great talons clicking on the marble floor. Fiddlesticks raises his scythe and lowers it towards Swain as the creature advanced, the crows around Fiddlesticks immediatly went into an uproar flying directly towards Swain.
Swain's hulking form opens it's beak and tears into the crows as they fly about him, tearing and ripping at his flesh, slick black blood flows from the wounds. Yet as they do so, his shredded flesh begins to simply knit itself back together only to be torn apart again as he continues to move towards Fiddlesticks, his movement only being slowed slightly.
Fiddlesticks raises its arms out wide, a sickly green aura begins surrounding him, his mouth opens wide,
"Youuur liife... Iss Miiiiiine."
A light green tether would from from Swain's body connecting to Fiddlesticks, he would begin to try pull Swain's own life from his body in vain... Un-expected... What was this creature that stood before him?
Swain was now upon the scarecrow who had raised his scythe and began trying to cleave at Swain's body. They blade would break through feather and flesh only to have the wound heal itself within seconds. Trying one of his last tricks he locks eyes with the great bird creature infront of him and tries to show him the same images currently burning Darius' mind to ash.
Swain's form towering over Fiddlesticks seeming to drain the light from the room bring them both into darkness. Swain uttered four words in this form, and with it, the end to Fiddlesticks attempt to bring him fear. And, an end to the Scarecrow's motivation in this venture.
[glow=red,2,300][shadow=red,left,300]"I. DO. NOT. FEAR."[/shadow][/[/glow]b]
Massive dark purple runes form under Fiddlesticks' body binding him in place... Orange light fills the darkened room as massive runes seem to drop from the ceiling...
Part 5: The final Part in this.
Will be updated should you lot decide that I should do it :3
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