Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 16, 2013 6:13:40 GMT -5
A chill raced down Belle's spine as shadows seemed to flicker in and out of the deep fog. It was difficult to make out much of anything, though the gentle glow from the jade stone that hung from her neck seemed a tiny beacon in the intense darkness. It was too weak to do much for her, but it pulsated like a heart beat with each step she took and shone ever brighter as her steps froze at voice..
"Boo." She heard. Her head turned with a terror racing through her very being, slowly inching her way around to face..
Thresh
It was a shadow, with a single gloomy light illuminating through the fog just enough to make out a silhouette of odd features. As the mist parted with his approach, Belle felt her breath choke in her throat. A figure born of the darkness itself had appeared before her.
The basket fell from her hold, and spilled cookies, muffins and warm, fresh banana nut bread across the ground along with a note that had been delicately folded into the shape of a horse with the name Jarvan written upon it. Belle staggered back as her hands fumbled for the bow on her back and the arrows set in the quiver. He might not have seen her face fully, but her lips trembled as tears threatened to escape her eyes.
"Wh-Who are you?" The Countess questioned with a tremble evident in her voice. The words barely making it passed her lips as each breath became a struggle under the gaze of Thresh. His visage alone was to be feared, with the dragging of chains and the haunting path his steps took nearer to her. It only fed the horror she felt welling up inside of her very soul.
The bow produced a magical string that connected between two points crested inward where a normal bow string might go. Her fingers fumbled to place the arrow against it, dropping it helplessly to the ground. Would she have time to reach for another? She tried to distance herself from him as her hand clumsily reached back for another arrow. The jade stone pulsating even brighter as magic within it stirred more rapidly the more terrified she became.
Belle's soul breathed of warmth and integrity. A kindness shone to all those she met no matter who they were, or what their sins. She had never spilled someone's blood, never hurt anyone else even as a Noble, never shunned someone for their beliefs, or their chosen path. She was a healer who's only wish in life was to help people. Purity of the soul was a powerful thing, and Thresh would no doubt be able to sense it.
But fear can drive people to do things they would never do. Belle had no wish to harm him, but his mere presence reached deep into her soul and shook her violently to the core. She knew her mistake. She knew she shouldn't have come tonight.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Mar 16, 2013 7:20:59 GMT -5
"I suppose, since I'm the only Pathfinder, I'll go light the torches around the wall. Also, if I may, We have a two specialists that could be of great help. I'm sure you know who I mean.
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.
Post by Tahlem Starr on Mar 16, 2013 13:11:45 GMT -5
The men listened to Prince Jarvans speech and seemed to gain courage and pride, they all pounded their fist on their Armour. " For Demacia!" The captain turned and waved his hand to the group. " Alright you lot, spread the word and lets show Thresh Justice." The group saluted their captain and, in a group, left to patrol the city.
Tahlem noticed Shyvana approach and stand by his side, he gave her a warm smile. " Lady Shyvana..." though now was not a time to stand idle for pleasantries. They must find the Chain Warden before he slaughters more of their people. He had fear forming in his heart...but Demacia needed courage on this day.
" Prince Jarvan i volunteer to go alone. Thresh is sure to attack somebody like myself, and most likely will not if its..lets say you out there. I will be fine, be sure to to be listening..i WILL yell if i come across the Warden." He picked up a lantern and sheathed his sword, turned, then began to walk away from the group down one of the foggy roads. " Lucas, be sure to light many lanterns and stay safe. Gillam, stick with the prince." Eventually he vanishing from sight, the fog thickening as he went further into the city.
He could barely see and almost walked into lamp posts on multiple occasions, making sure to light them if they are unlit. He kept his lantern close at hand and was ready at a moments notice to unsheathe his sword. He took a deep breath and began to whistle a tune, it echoed around him eerily from how empty the roads were.
Last Edit: Mar 16, 2013 13:15:53 GMT -5 by Tahlem Starr
Shyvana simply listened to the speeches and fiddled with her gauntlets... she did not fear a thing. However, when Tahlem offered to go a lone, a tingling fear went down her spine as she watched him go off into the fog... quickly running after him. Once she caught up, she called out to him. "I will not let you be stupid." She snorted, walking up to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Mar 16, 2013 13:34:49 GMT -5
"Yes Sir" Lucas watched the general run off, and Shyvana chase him. "Well, I have my task. If one of you hears the words 'Perseverance", "Courage", or "Loyalty" really loud, I'm there, fighting someone. And Seriously. We should get some silver on our side." Lucas ran off to the guard tower, to get a torch and some flint to light it.
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.
Post by Tahlem Starr on Mar 16, 2013 13:58:02 GMT -5
He reached for his sword when he heard a voice but stopped the motion when he figured out who. He turned to her and tilted his head a bit. She would not allow him to go alone? He may of been their best chance to lure Thresh out of the mist. Though, he gave her a smile and embraced her in a hug. He hoped to ease her fears but also, a more selfish thought, hoped Thresh was watching to see signs of affection and thing him a BIGGER target.
"I know..it is quite stupid, though, I was hoping to be "bait" to catch Thresh." He said quietly.
Last Edit: Mar 16, 2013 13:58:29 GMT -5 by Tahlem Starr
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Mar 16, 2013 15:27:33 GMT -5
Poppy continues walking towards the walls, not rushing considering most of the city seemed to be in a safe state and there were no sounds of combat. She keeps an eye around for anything out of the ordinary, but besides the mist, everything seems normal for now.
As usual for work hours, she is in her armor. A League champion has to be prepared no matter what situation. As she walks, she pulls her shield from her back and ties a chain in it to her arm. She was quite certain that if something large was to happen, she couldn't risk using just one arm for her swings. The shield is tied tightly around her wrist, staying firmly against her arm. She would not be easily caught off-guard.
Post by The Eternal Nightmare on Mar 16, 2013 17:02:23 GMT -5
As Thresh begin his assault on one side of the city, Nocturne began its on the other.
Several cries of pain would ring out throughout the relatively quieter side of the city, people beginning to run out of their homes, pulling at their hair. They were being attacked within their own minds, helpless to defend themselves. Nocturne himself was out of sight, undetectable by any normal means, though if one were to attempt to search through the shadows, they might stumble upon his arm blades.
And be cut down moments after.
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
Jarvan nodded at Tahlem. "Alright, I don't like the idea but it may be the only way to get that thing to come out. Don't you die on me general. You are one of my best men, I need you." He watches uneasily as several of his men disappear into the foggy night, for he may not see some of them again. He takes a breath to compose himself. The people need their prince to be strong, to be their anchor in the storm. "Let us be off Gillam, we need to be warning as many citizens as we can."
The prince then puffs out his chest in a confident manor and struts off into the unknown. The fog makes it nearly impossible to see, no wonder Thresh managed to sneak up on them. He turns to Gillam. "We will not take this thing as a prisoner. It is kill on sight. You can't reason with these Shadow Isle creatures. The League was a fool for allowing them to become champions."
A fell chuckling came from within the mist as Thresh advanced upon the girl, his scythe producing a low whistling as he casually wound it up. She had some gall, attempting to draw weapons on him and daring to question his status. Still, it was clear that some kind of value surrounded her being; that she apparently had contact with the crown prince brought many a wicked idea to the Warden's mind. But first, he needed her truly at his disposal.
"Who am I?" he asked her in return, form dissipating into nothingness before reappearing off to her side and continuing his advance. "I am the thing under the bed." An eerie howl heralded another disappearance, before reforming equidistant on her other side. "I am the thing that goes bump in the night." For the third time, Thresh vanished into the mist, seeming to have vanished for good. "I am the shadow of doubt in the back of your mind; I am the voice in your head telling you to run, to scream, no matter how futile," came his rasping voice, speaking from all around. Then, with a foul screeching and grinding cacophony, the Chain Warden stepped forward directly in front of the simpering girl, a knowing half-smile upon his face.
"I am Thresh, Warden of Chains, the Keeper of Lost Souls, and Master of the Mists," the undead jailer proclaimed in a harsh whisper, extending his gauntleted hand with a chilling snicker. "And you, my dear, are now mine." The murky fog surrounding them became ever denser at his unspoken command, thickening into a choking miasma. There would be no escape from him, oh no. Not until he had his way.With a hollow sigh, the bewitched corpses of the slain Demacians shambled down the streets of the city. It was taking them some time to get acquainted with their new limbs, but they were rapidly recovering their stride. Within minutes, they were marching in an upright stance, their weapons drawn and ready, just as they had been in their previous lives. But no amount of adaptation could spare their eyes, glowing a murky sea green as they sensed the presence of souls. The approaching pattering of feet and the tramping of boots sent shudders through their ranks; their quarries were near. With rasping howls and unearthly wails, the demented and tormented souls willed their hosts forward into a broken charge through the mist. Their bestowed unholy strength and twisted instincts from their previous lives would carry them through; now was the time for the living to understand the depths of their torment.
A small off-shoot of the main force had shambled in a different direction though. Every shambling step brought them closer and closer to the civilian districts...
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 16, 2013 18:49:32 GMT -5
She could feel her breath ripped from her lungs, the dread hidden beneath the shadow of the hood that rested over her dark curls. Teal eyes watched with each heart beat echoing the sounds of the Warden's raspy voice. He disappeared, and chills raced down her spine causing a helpless shudder to escape. His voice snapped her gaze to the side where next he stood, the arrow fumbling from her grip again and clinking nearly soundlessly to the ground. Fingers swept up again, reaching her arm over her shoulder to grasp at the feathers of another arrow. The hood tugged at as she did so, pulling it back when her head would snap in the other direction. She couldn't even get a good grip as her hand shook violently with fear, causing the Countess to shake the arrow against the remaining ones within her quiver. A loud clatter echoing in the haunting fog around them. He disappeared again and felt herself gasping for a deeper breath realizing just how long she had been holding onto her last.
He stood then before her, like a ghost drifting from the darkness with those gleaming turquoise eyes shining upon her. The clacking sound stopped as she lost her grip on the arrow dropping it back within the quiver harmlessly. Her teal eyes staring, wide with fear with her eyebrows pinched together tightly in worry.
"P-Prince Jarvan.." She whispered as tears started to brim within those sweet teal eyes. She couldn't move as the words came. His name. She knew this name from the texts at the Institute. Someday she had hoped to perhaps become a Summoner, and help to maintain peace in the land. But as Countess; the head of the De'Vera family, she could not afford to spare the time for personal pursuits save for one. Jarvan. He alone took up all of her free time these days.
Her image within the thickening fog would be one of deep sorrow. Tears fell down her cheeks as if she had accepted her fate, knowing she could not escape the Warden's grasp. Her fingers curled around the jade stone that hung delicately upon the silver chain necklace around her neck. It's gentle pulsating light seeming to mourn as it waned with the darkness that intensified around Thresh and Belle.
A shriek in the night echoed across the fog, dancing its way into a haunting tune by the time it might reach the ears of the gathered guards, Champions and her beloved Prince. A sound Jarvan would recognize to be her unmistakably. But where had it come from? The mist deceived listeners to its distance and direction. It gave only a sign that Belle was in trouble, and there was no telling where she was in the chaos that slowly grew across Demacia.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Mar 16, 2013 18:56:37 GMT -5
"Why would the League dare to take such creatures in? That seems to be such a foolish maneuver by them. And to think that they were the ones to bring peace to Valoran..." Gillam mainly said the last sentence to himself.
"If I may, your highness, I would like to accompany you. Strength in numbers is best in this sort of situation." Gillam kept his lance to his side, and his buckler forward.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Mar 16, 2013 19:02:08 GMT -5
WIND FLAMES! Lucas started a sprint, torch in one hand, buckler in the other, over the wall of Demacia. If Thresh wanted to stalk him, let him leg it. And not a little. Soon the first lantern appeared. A few seconds with the torch in it, and it would be lit up nice 'n bright. Then Lucas, realised he can't sprint forever, slowed down a little to conserve forces to the second lantern. A second glimmer of light would appear to onlookers. Soon, the third would follow.
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 was... confused by Tahlem's hug... but she returned it before breaking off and punching him lightly in the arm. "Don't get yourself killed..." she simply said... when another scream caught her attention, with one last look at Tahlem, Shyvana sprinted off in that direction, finding herself in the middle of the city. "WARDEN" Shyvana growled, her golden eyes narrowing in the dense fog. "Stand and face me you coward!"
Last Edit: Mar 16, 2013 20:48:05 GMT -5 by shyvana3
Post by akumanochi on Mar 16, 2013 21:42:01 GMT -5
The arrival of the prince jarvan was just at the right time. The light from his skin could make the fear go away but only a speech from someone like him could fill their hearts with such feelings. Quick enough everyone started to leave the scene so Galio decided to do so too.
"My prince, I will follow the movements of the fog. At the very least I can stop Thresh until everyone else arrives. Be carefull."
He made a small bow and took off towards the city. As he traveled the mist started to get thicker again but his light would allow him to not let be caught by surprise.
Suddenly he noticed through the fog some guards on the street, most likely confused by his light, so he decided to go a bit lower in order to explain them the actual situation they were facing. However, he wasn't expecting to find something like that as he moved closer.
Their bodies were destroyed beyond recognition, just like the ones back at the wall but this time there were no chains, they were just standing there, glaring at him with those red eyes eager to kill anything that could move. Since Galio was still in the air, the creatures decided to throw their weapons against him in order to take him down. The attacks would not cause too much damage to his body made of stone but that didn't meant he would just stand there.
"I'm sorry!" Yelled the sentinel's sorrow as he shoot a big orb of magic from his eyes towards a group of soldiers, knocking them down.
After the impact a few didn't moved anymore but most of them just stood up and acted like nothing happened. It would take him forever to deal with all of them and after finding this there were even more reasons to find Thresh as quick as possible. Galio just wished whoever runs into them doesn't get caught off guard and continued his race towards what he thought was the center of the fog.
Suddenly he was able to hear a faint squeal through the mist and without wasting a second he changed his direction towards there. As the fog grew thicker he directed more mana towards his body in order to keep his shine up. Finally the gargoyle was able to recognize two silhouettes almost in front of him and his feelings grew stronger when he made one of those figures was not human.
"Thresh, your game is over!" Roared Galio while flying directly towards the tallest silhouette in order to throw another of his magic orbs or at least to collide his body against him if time didn't allowed the former.
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