Post by The Ruined King on Mar 21, 2013 4:05:49 GMT -5
((Okay... This is flooded. Time to end it and get to the second stage of the invasion. Enter; The Ruined King.))
All at once, every undead creature lets out a horrific howl at the sky, controlled by Karthus or not, they all felt HIM coming. Their ruler, the betrayed king who held absolute power over death. It was as if the undead had been struck frozen by fear. All movements ceased, leaving them vunlrable to being cut down. Those with heads still attached to their bodies all turned and looked towards one single area of Demacia that Jarvan and Thresh were in seemed to grow even darker. Tendrils of fog crawled forth, twisting and sliding forth into one large black misty pillare of darkness.
All those nearby would feel a sudden coldness envelop them, no matter how brave they were it would be as though a spike of terror impaled itself into their mind. A feeling of being completely alone and isolated washes across the whole of the city. From the pillar of darkness a being shrouded in darkess 7 feet tall, eyes ablaze with spirit fire and a crown wreathed in flames around his head. He disregards all those around him, his eyes pierce into Prince Jarvan's very soul,
"In darkness you city lies, occupied here, you neglect your contry."
An image is burned into everyones mind; an army of undead, larger than the weak creatures currently plagueing the city stretch long and far. Crucified citizens held high along with black flags. A burning fortress off in the distance and decay is all that remained where they marched. Great behemoths made from rotten flesh and bone gathered from various beasts lumbered along beside a horde of undead. Hecarim seen marching, commanding them. A summoner in black robes that seemed to pulsate with darkness at the head of the great horde.
The kings voice sounds around the whole of Demacia, cold and piercing the mind of all those present. "Demacia will fall."
The image shifts, the army now marching towards a massive dark misty sphere that was Demacia in its current form.
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Xin Zhao looked up, only to see the intimidating shadow of the Ruined King. His mere presence caused fear in his heart, like he had never felt before, the burning images making him flinch in pain. What was the meaning of this? Such a powerful being as him existed? Xin Zhao was worried, but his will would not falter. He looked to Yukiko, before nodding, then charging his spear through a few undead, slicing through them with ease. He then started dancing around the battlefield with his spear, piercing the undead with each move he made.
They were closing in on him; the memories of the Fleshing coming back. Pain, death, gore, everywhere he looked, it was just like before... But if he could take on 100 by himself, what chance do a few undead have against him? Besides, he also had the might of Demacia backing him up, he wasn't alone to finish the job anymore. He brandished his spear, and mustered all his strength, ready to take them on once more.
He would have to be the Viscero again, just for today.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Mar 21, 2013 6:35:51 GMT -5
Oh hell, this again. More imaginations, more fear-inspiring thoughts. More annoying shadow-islanders. Lucas was effectively frozen for 2 minutes. "PERSEVERE, LUCAS" His mind was raging against it. "It's the shyvana incident all over again! Yes, it's scary, but you ARE going to do it." His soul revolted against the alien thoughts. And indeed, he was going to carry on. He shrugged off the thoughts as best as he could with a simple wisdom. "This is eventual, or false. We either face it, or it is not there. Either way, panicking is not going to help. Persevere through the fearmongering. Show Courage in the face of doom. Your Loyalty is greater than fear." Lucas prepared to move on, his spine still sending shivers, but he ignored it as best as he could. Justice would be swift, even if being honorable wasn't an option anymore.
I am a Pathfinder. I will do what everyone else thinks below him, because someone must do it. Call me dishonorable for it all you want. I serve justice, not honor. And Demacia, ofcourse.
Shyvana lowered her head for Victus to also climb onto her back. Once the party was safe and holding on to her, she jumped into the air and flapped her wings, the wind catching under them and allowing her to soar over the horde... launching fireballs down into them as she did. Afterwards, she turned and flew to the back walls of the city, allowing Quinn to drop down on them. "You will have a better vantage point from here than on the ground." She said before taking off once more, launching fireballs down whenever she could.
Shyvana then noticed a home was being raided as a family was screaming for their lives. Furiously she dropped down directly on top undead doing so, crushing them underfoot while she bathed the rest in flames. She then lowered her head and allowed the rest to climb off of her. Once they were safely on the ground, Shyvana turned to Tahlem; lowering her head down to him. "Help the people, get them to safety... or as safe as it can get. I must go find Prince Jarvan and make sure he is safe." Shyvana then pressed her snout against Tahlem and closed her eyes. "Be safe." And with that, she took off across the sky once more in search of the Prince.
Post by Victus Brightblade on Mar 21, 2013 8:16:57 GMT -5
The Knight nodded. Turning to the houses he shouted, "Get whatever weapons you have and get out! TO ME! DEMACIANS! TO ME! We will get you out!"
One civilian came running with a ghoul close behind, but the Knight threw the man away from the creature and the Barbarian cleaved the monster asunder with a savage cry. "FOR GRIMCLEAVER!"
The dragon's scales seemed to go on end when that ominous fear plagued across Demacia rapidly. The feeling overwhelming even to he hearts of the masses, turning wide golden eyes towards the sky with a growing anger.
Yukiko snapped her head back down to look at Xin, studying his reaction. She could see, for the first time, a fear in him she'd never seen before. It set her on edge all the more at the sight, knowing a man of his caliber would be swayed by the darkness that assaulted the city. But she would not fail. This was a battle to be won, and fighting beside Xin amplified her courage to keep pressing on.
As the next wave of undead came upon them, Yukiko unleashed a barriage of wind claws, cleaving multiple enemies apart as she did so. It seemed a never ending flood of the undead monsters, but she was sure the two would prevail.
The screams of nearby people being assaulted drew Yukiko away quickly to find the source, searching the fog for those left lost in its dense shroud. As she came across a small family; a woman, her husband and their son, the dragon growled low.
"Xin!" She called, "These people require a safe haven."
The family cowers upon seeing the dragon, but it is promptly ignored. This was nothing uncommon, and Yukiko had grown quite use to such reactions.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Mar 21, 2013 9:50:10 GMT -5
As Poppy was making her way to the other side of the area that Jarvan and Thresh were in an attempt to surprise Thresh in case of a hostage situation, the vision of the Ruined King came. So, this was the leader of the undead? Most would have probably been shocked in horror, but Poppy had seen enough things during her life to barely even care about the horrific nature of the sight.
As she moves through the streets, she quickly dispatches the undead frozen in their movements with swift blows through their midsection with enough force to separe the legs from the upper torso. She made a promise to Demacia, and she would keep it. The city would not fall.
A few moments later, she reaches her destination. In front of her was the sight. Thresh holding the noble woman Jarvan was with the time she met him in the Throne room as a hostage. This would explain why Jarvan was taking so long here. She continues to observe the situation and see if she can help, making sure at the same time that none of the undead creep up on her.
Xin Zhao looks to the small family, and notices some of the undead walking to claim them as well. He knocks down the undead in front of him with the handle of his spear, and then quickly charged into the zombie coming towards the family. He looks at them with worried eyes; they had been affected by the images projected recently, and the children looked pale white.
"Come now, I must get you somewhere safe. Yukiko, could you try to find somewhere safe? Take them with you. Also, if you find any citizens in need, help them right away. As for me, once I am done here, I will assist you as quickly as possible."
Post by thegrandduelist on Mar 21, 2013 13:05:45 GMT -5
Fiora shuddered for a moment, registering the new threat. she quickly dispatched more undead before turning her attention towards the outer sides of the city, she had yet to see another Demacian but with this unrelenting mist, it was doubtful if she could find anyone. Moving quickly she encountered other civilians poorly defended dispite having guards, they were fighting off a number of corpses.
"You call yourselves Demacians!? On your feet! I vill remedy zhis!" she growled as she joined the fray, the city of course came first.
Last Edit: Mar 21, 2013 13:06:38 GMT -5 by winzhao
"It is simple, young Prince," Thresh replied in a lilting, mocking tone. "I am not adverse to merely slaying you where you stand, but there are other ways, simpler ways that we may address our current situation."
A subconscious shiver ran through Thresh's chain-linked body, a rattling clatter filling the area. A dark presence was looming nearby, one that could be felt in the very air. Thresh knew he needed only to delay the Prince for a time longer; how would the Demacian army fare without their nation's pride embodied standing among them? In due time, his own accomplices would be along.
"While your comments of 'mindless ghouls' sting me, I believe that we will have to arrange something special, something grand, for visiting royalty. To surrender oneself willingly to the Isles is a momentous event, Prince. You will become such as us, yes, an unstoppable harbinger of the unliving, but do not think that your mind is stripped from you. No, that would be unbecoming; we must all be at our best in order to serve our King's grand designs."
The strange chill ran through Thresh's chains, putting the Chain Warden off slightly. Then the darkness began to converge, a presence of unspeakable malevolence emanating from within, and Thresh offered a small smile. The Ruined King had arrived at last. The time for dawdling along with the Prince had passed; there was far more important work to be done as the main host of the Isles approached with rapidity.
"Even in your living state, Prince, you may be of use to us," Thresh noted, seizing his Lantern in one hand and forcing his previously selected key into one of its many locks. "Allow me to demonstrate."
With a pronounced 'click', the Lantern's cap rose off of the main body and let forth a chorus of haunting cries from within. At a gesture from Thresh, a markedly 'larger' soul than those he generally harvested rose up from the Lantern's ghastly depths, drifting out and into his grip. He remembered this one so very well, a soul from Demacia's earlier days. They had been a mighty warrior in their time, even if the bloodshed and carnage had taken their toll on the warrior's sanity. How well it would merge to this new host was not Thresh's concern, however.
"Let us see who mewls and cowers in terror now..." Thresh muttered before seizing hold of the bound noble's hair and forcing her head back.
Soul still clutched in one hand, raised the spiritual orb over his head before clenching his fist and shattering it into a shower of wispy fragments. With no bound collective, the spirit's essence zeroed in on the nearest thing that they could possibly bind to: the woman. A casual flick of Thresh's wrist saw the chains retract from their prisoner, letting her fall to the ground as the fragments of soul continued to converge.
"I am feeling merciful on this fine day, Prince," Thresh noted as he began to walk backwards into the beckoning veil of mist. "I've more pressing matters to attend to than playing politics. I shall be back to collect the two of you at a later time. Now, why don't you two young lovers make up for lost time, hm?"
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 21, 2013 13:47:51 GMT -5
It was getting darker. Was she starting to die? It felt like her life was being pulled away as the chains remained taut about her body. The images of the army gave glimpse to the unrelenting chaos that would continue to barrage the city with chaos. She wanted to let out a scream, but her breaths were short and painful as each inhale was cruelly shallow by the chains.
Their conversation was becoming an echo as sweat dripped from her forehead, glistening in what little light was there. Her skin paled with with red deepening around her eyes from the tears.
"J-Jarvan.." Belle gasped. Haunted by the images, and the frightening echo of the Ruined King's arrival.
Then, the sensation of boney fingers entangling with her hair would cause a hoarse gasp, her head jerked back with the wisps of a soul flowed into her eyes, her nose and her mouth slowly taking hold of the soul that already possessed her body. A choking sound emerged from her as she was set free, collapsing to the ground in front of Thresh. She could feel it violating her, taking control over her conscience. Terrified screams left her lips as she grasped at her head.
Just as Thresh would fade into the mist behind her, Belle fell quiet and slowly rose back to her feet. The string upon her bow forming from magic, and an arrow placed quicker then Belle would have been capable of doing. Just as quickly as she was back to her feet, an arrow was aimed towards Jarvan with eyes illuminated in that sea green glow. Her expression blank, and not a word spoken.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Mar 21, 2013 14:24:12 GMT -5
From her position, Poppy couldn't see Jarvan because of the mist. But what she did see was Thresh... backing up towards her. And he let the woman go. This would be the only chance she would get.
She quickly lifts Whomper up, holding the hammer with both hands and charges towards Thresh, using the pieces of a broken cart nearby as a place to jump from as she leaps towards Thresh, swinging Whomper with bone-crushing force towards the head of the Warden.
Jarvan winced as he felt the Ruined King's eyes look into his very soul. He felt vulnerable, which in his opinion was the worst feeling someone could have. He saw the army approaching and felt disgusted. "How dare you defile the dead in such a way. There is no honor in raising the dead to fight for you." He says this through clenched teeth.
The prince gasps though when the Warden opens its lantern and take out a soul. He watches as it snaps Belle's head back and forces the soul down her throat. "NO!" He tries to run to stop Thresh, but he was already too late. It abandons her body and begins to disappear out of sight. "Belle? Darling?"
Jarvan is taken aback as she rises and readies her bow. He feels horror bubble up when he sees her green eyes in place of her teal ones. "Belle?" He says her name in almost a whisper. "Marabelle! You know me! We are to be married, remember?" He points at her hand. "Look at your ring Belle. You are going to be the queen some day!" He tries approaching her slowly. He has one hand in front of his face and the other in front of his heart, just in case she actually shoots. "Belle you have been possessed, this is not you."
Last Edit: Mar 21, 2013 16:05:15 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Tahlem Starr on Mar 21, 2013 16:59:13 GMT -5
Tahlem could not respond before Shyvana flew off to look for the Prince. "Stay safe..." He muttered to himself. The situation needs to be brought under control, they need to get the military to start defending the city from the approaching army.
He turned to Victus who had just cleaved a zombie.
" Victus, an undead army approaches the walls. All available forces have regrouped in the main square and from there we will move back to the wall and take up quick defensive positions." He took a deep breath. " Most civilians are back at the keep now..we can take these few with us but... we need to man the wall or else they will break into the city as easy as this sneak attack has." He explained. It brought a sour taste in his mouth...leaving men, woman, and children to their fates. In the end, he made the call. He lives with it...
" We must rally the troops now, or else we risk losing the entire city."
Last Edit: Mar 21, 2013 16:59:22 GMT -5 by Tahlem Starr
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