Post by akumanochi on Mar 17, 2013 21:49:44 GMT -5
The strong impact of thresh lantern threw him back towards the wall of a house, crashing against it hardly. The sentinel's sorrow quickly stood up and flew around 2 meters above the ground, trying to keep a bit of distance with his enemy.
"Test my patience further, and things may become...unfortunate." Were his words just before placing his scythe next to the neck of his hostage, a demacian woman Galio had seen before somewhere.
"Let her go, chain warden. What you want are the defenders of Demacia, she has nothing to do with this."
It was a hard situation. He could see how the woman tried to use the little forces she had left to release herself from the grasp of thresh, obviously to no avail. He could cast his magical shield on her but it wasn't strong enough to protect her from a decapitation.
The only thing Galio could do was keep his shine up, let the poor hostage know that he was still there. Even in her position she was saying, almost whispering, that she didn't wanted anyone else to die. Such courage was beautiful to observe, he had to save her at all costs.
"Whats your plan, Thresh? Come here, kill Innocent people and get killed afterward?" Asked the sentinel's sorrow with a calm voice to then change into a more rough tone. "Release her! If you are going to harvest another soul here, it will be mine and I don't plan to let it leave my body so easily!"
Post by The Deathsinger on Mar 17, 2013 21:53:06 GMT -5
As the orb continued to gather in life energy, Karthus completed the incantation to finish his spell.
Raat so lymm, U cmaabehk lunbcac! Mad so sykel nacryba ouin vmacr yht yhesyda ouin puhac! Po Taydr'c bufan, E lussyht oui! E, Taydr'c Lrysbeuh, lussyht oui! CU MAD ED PA!!
The Deathsinger then dropped to a knee and slammed the orb into the ground beneath him, allowing the orb to fuel his spell. The obsidian sphere consumed it's absorbed positive energy, the energy of life and the living, to fuel a massive discharge of negative energy. This energy surge traveled through the countryside towards Demacia itself, seeking out the dead within the city as well as any buried beyond it's walls.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- The fell magic of Karthus' spell latched onto these corpses and began to reforge the bodies of the dead. As the spell's first act, the corpses' fingers were foregone for a set of three wicked talons, forged from the bones and whatever flesh remained upon the corpses, and the teeth were reshaped into jagged fangs designed to inflict as much damage as possible upon the living. The necromantic magic then began to breathe a shadow of life and intelligence into these corpses. As it's final act, the spell fully reanimated these sleeping corpses and gave them a singular purpose: To destroy the living, and -in particular- to snuff the life from the runner upon the wall.
Those corpses under Thresh's control, and the other forces under the command of the Ruined King, would be completely unaffected by the spell. The others within the city, however, shook violently as the changes took place before they sprang to life and ran off on all fours towards the city's wall, assaulting anyone who would stand in their way with vicious shrieks and wicked claws as they searched for any means to ascend the wall. Those already buried beyond the city, however, would take some time to reform and dig their way from within the prisons of wood, stone, and soil that the living had caged them.
It would be quite some time before the orb could be used to empower any of Karthus' spells again, the energy stored within having been completely drained by the necromantic spell. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------
Karthus rose from his kneeling position and floated over the bluff's edge, began descending slowly yet steadily towards the city of Demacia. It was time that the Deathsinger participated in the sowing of death himself.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Mar 18, 2013 2:53:39 GMT -5
Seeing Prince Jarvan and someone who looked like the noble she met over a month ago engage the group of reanimated soldiers, Poppy rushes over and smashes Whomper into the legs of one of the fallen soldiers before bringing her hammer down on the head of the poor man, making it unrecognizable. She then quickly lifts the hammer again and smashes into the back of another reanimated soldier before shouting to Jarvan.
"We can handle this Prince Jarvan, I believe you might be needed further in town if that scream was what I believe it was."
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Mar 18, 2013 4:11:27 GMT -5
Eleven. Twelve. Thirtheen. A gatehouse has a lot of lanterns. But something tugged at Lucas. He knew fog, he knew patrol duty. Something was off. Lucas could keep saying to himself that he was imagining things, but. Who says they only sent Thresh on this? "I have a bad feeling... Better go light the main street and the centre" Lucas went into a tower, and started descending. He also took a spare torch, just to be sure.
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.
A white serpent-like creature seemed to float through the cloudy sky above Demacia, dancing between the thick mist that devoured the city below and the high clouds that obscured the moon. The calls from below brought it nearer, brushing her underbelly across the top of the fog until she heard a familiar voice. One she had met briefly a few weeks ago. And another along with it, echoing to the sensetive ears of the wind dragon.
Yukiko slowly descended the clouds with her large, Ionian dragon form using the current of wind to bring her body gracefully downward. Wingless, riding the element of her father until she could smell the scent of Shyvana nearing to her. Wind scattered the fog if only briefly as the beast dropped down and landed upon the ground beside Shyvana and Tahlam. A feral voice reaching out to the ears of the two.
"What is this." The dragon hissed with golden eyes settling upon the decaying soldiers the two assaulted.
"They reek of death. What wicked sorcery is at play here, Shyvana?" Sharp teeth bared towards the guards as two would start towards the other half-dragon; Yukiko, sensing the power behind this form.
Shyvana had plowed two more undead with her gauntlets when the scent of another dragon caught her nose... a familiar one. She then looked up to see a large dragon flying over head, she then turned her attention back to the soldiers, flooring them. As Yukiko landed, Shyvana looked up at the Half-Dragon.
"Fancy seeing you again." She quipped, turning to face the large dragon. "Though, I cannot say your presence is unwelcomed." Shyvana then turned back to the dead soldiers. "We're being attacked by the Shadow Isles and they're minions." Shyvana then said, golden eyes narrowing at the undead soldiers closing in on them.
Post by Demacia's Wings on Mar 18, 2013 13:27:09 GMT -5
There were no guards at the gate this time as Quinn passed through quickly, though she noted the smears of red on the stone and the dreadfully cold mist with a supressed shiver. She had been out in the forest again, but she had failed to react quicker to the sudden attack on Demacia's grand city. Valor was already up ahead - he had been the one to inform her of the strange shadows and chill that had spread across her home lands. But it was not as silent as it had been, despite the ambiance. There were shrieks of terror resounding everywhere, the pale sound of death wailing at every step she took. She could make out the valiant cries in between and the sickening echoes of steel on flesh, flesh on flesh and flesh on stone.
People she knew and people she did not know, running around and sillhouettes reaching their hands high up to the skies as they stood. The hair on the back her Quinn's neck stood. She didn't know what was going on, only that she knew there was magic here she didn't quite understand, or wanted to, for that matter. She clenched her fist, pulling the wire on her hand cross bow, the bolt flying out to pierce a rotting body looming before her. Death itself never scared her, but she had never been faced with the reanimated dead. It was... concerning, to say the least.
Another guttaral moan caused Quinn to turn, another bolt flying before the thing even had a chance to raise its hand. A serpentine shadow passed overhead, and she risked a glance up. She could see nothing but the distant clouds and the heavy fog as the figure descended downwards. Suddenly fearing for her companion, she let out a shrill whistle. A tense moment passed before her speeding heart was slowed by the appearance of a familiar eagle soaring to her.
"What was that?" She managed to say as Val began to relay what he had gathered from the skies. Which confirmed her suspicions anyway - countless of undead springing up from beneath the grave and beyond the city too. "Do you think..." Quinn bit back her words. There was no need to vocalize it, Val knew what she was talking about and only cocked his head. Whatever disgusting magic was at work, it was unforgivable.
"... well, whether or not... we have to protect Demacia." She said firmly, and lifted her arm as Valor took off once more to battle the dead back into the soil.
Post by The Eternal Nightmare on Mar 18, 2013 14:52:45 GMT -5
Nocturne continued its procession throughout the city, making its way back towards Thresh. People ran in terror, whether from Nocturne's mental assault for its mere presence was uncertain. Any sort of lighting from its side of Demacia would snuff out, slowly blanketing it in pitch darkness. Anyone who stumbled too close to the Nightmare would be silenced with a single slash as it kept moving, doing its work during Thresh's distraction.
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."
Jarvan nodded at Poppy's words, he couldn't hide the relief on his face. "Thank you Poppy, yes I am needed." He strikes down one last undead and summons up as much courage as he can. He is the prince of Demacia, second in command. He must be strong for his people, but more importantly he must be strong for the woman he loves. He runs along the flank of the slow dead and makes his way deeper into the city.
"MARABELLE! WHERE ARE YOU?" The prince cries, almost pleads her name into the night sky. Almost as if he says her name enough she will suddenly appear in the mist. "MARABELLE!" It was then that he saw a bright light in the sky, something he recognizes. He then realizes it is Galio seeming to talk to himself. "Galio! You have a bird's eye view, where is Belle?"
Post by The Deathsinger on Mar 18, 2013 16:07:17 GMT -5
Quinn would find that the chance to defend her city would come quickly enough. A freshly- dead corpse, that of a Demacian nobleman whose name escaped her, began to shudder violently as black and sickly-orange light began to crackle over his body. With the sounds of cracking bone and tearing flesh, a gruesome transformation took place before Quinn's very eyes. The man's fingers fractured and reformed into a set of three wicked claws of calloused flesh and pointed bone. His cheeks ripped open to reveal several jagged teeth, and his eyes faded to an inky black. The corpse let loose a chilling shriek as it rolled itself over and charged toward Quinn on all fours, scuttling forward before leaping at her, claws and teeth bared and ready to receive their prey.
Post by Tahlem Starr on Mar 18, 2013 16:59:41 GMT -5
Tahlem looked to the dragon that landed and almost ran for cover, wondering how the shadow isles has a dragon now! Though Shyvana talking to the dragon stopped him, he turned back to the undead and charged away from the two. While they talked..somebody needed to end the attackers.
His sword was a flash of steel as undead after undead fell.
A scout, equipped with light Armour and a short sword, ran out of the mist and called to Tahlem. " Sir! The wall is besieged by strange creatures. Captain Grawn asked for your opinion on the matter. The Deathsinger was sighted." He turned and stood back to back with Tahlem, watching the undead close in.
Tahlem frowned at the man. " Good thing the captain knew which way i went, tell him to hold the wall and gate. Do NOT let those creatures in...bows are useless with this mist, so use swords!" He advised. " Now scurry off."
The man saluted and ran back the way he came, quickly disappearing. Tahlem glanced back at Shyvana..wondering if he should go assist the wall. It appears the champions had the inner city covered.
Quinn would find that the chance to defend her city would come quickly enough. A freshly- dead corpse, that of a Demacian nobleman whose name escaped her, began to shudder violently as black and sickly-orange light began to crackle over his body. With the sounds of cracking bone and tearing flesh, a gruesome transformation took place before Quinn's very eyes. The man's fingers fractured and reformed into a set of three wicked claws of calloused flesh and pointed bone. His cheeks ripped open to reveal several jagged teeth, and his eyes faded to an inky black. The corpse let loose a chilling shriek as it rolled itself over and charged toward Quinn on all fours, scuttling forward before leaping at her, claws and teeth bared and ready to receive their prey.
Another bolt, another body.
Quinn could hear nothing but the dull thuds of metal imbedding into rotting flesh, and the same being dropped to the ground. Val had taken to the skies once more; she knew that this force would not be the only one to wash through Demacia. She was making her way slowly to the center of the city, but was stopped by the sudden convulsion of a corpse nearby. The body contorted against the ground, shadows crossing lines over the bursts of color. A wave of nausea hit her as bones reformed, crunching so very audibly and it sounded like the very fabric of the skin itself was turning itself inside out.
Quinn shuddered, unable to tear her eyes away as she stepped back, her weapon pointed straight at the corpse. The birth of a monster. Its newly formed claws grappled the stone, and she glimpsed a horrific smile as it suddenly flipped itself over with an air-splitting shriek. One bolt was immediately fired into the monstrous creature as it ran towards her, but it did not slow down. The face was familiar to her, but a stranger now as it neared at an alarming rate. With claws outstretched and teeth dripping, the ranger dropped herself to the ground and tumbled as fast as she could. It landed with a hiss, blood dripping from the projectile pierced into its shoulder. Its eyes rolled around, wide and bloody.
She stood and quickly fired two more bolts directly to its head and face.
Quinn looked up just as the body teetered and fell once more, Valor swooping back down to inform her of some... troubling news. Boats that were seemingly made from flame was nearing Demacia's coast, which proved her suspicions correct. There would be more on their way. "Stay with me," she said, her jaw and teeth set tightly. "We need to defend."
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Mar 18, 2013 21:35:52 GMT -5
"Not a moment too soon Valerian! Thanks for the backup, it is very appreciated." Gillam nodded to the young archer. He watched Jarvan go off into the city alone. He needed this moment with Marabelle, and he was sure Jarvan could handle Thresh by himself.
Gillam raised his lance, and struck another undead down. He noticed Poppy at his side, and greeted her. "Ambassador! Under other circumstances, I would shake your hand!" Gillam chuckled, then focused his attention back on the undead.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Eleven. Twelve. Thirtheen. A gatehouse has a lot of lanterns. But something tugged at Lucas. He knew fog, he knew patrol duty. Something was off. Lucas could keep saying to himself that he was imagining things, but. Who says they only sent Thresh on this? "I have a bad feeling... Better go light the main street and the centre" Lucas went into a tower, and started descending. He also took a spare torch, just to be sure.
As Lucas entered the tower, the door at the tower's base burst inward as several undead abominations started to ascend up the tower's stairs.
A fresh wave of the same abominations started to pour forth from the mausoleums and other burial sites within the city. The dead buried outside the city started to break free from their graves as well, but would take a while longer for hem to actually reach the city itself.
Karthus landed upon the city's wall, near where the most recent of lanterns was lit. He would deal with this obstruction himself...He turned and cast one of his more familiar spells upon the nearest lantern, gathering up a burst o magical energy and detonating it to shatter the lantern completely. (Lay Waste) He turned to the next nearest lantern and destroyed it as well. Demacia's hope would be extinguished, and the city would once more fall into darkness.
"My dear, dear, Sentinel," Thresh chortled to himself, crooking a finger and willing the chains to tighten around the noblewoman. "I do not believe that a heap of chiseled bedrock would have a soul, and certainly not one of my preferred caliber. Be gone from my sight." As a final mark of impudence, Thresh briefly stopped to retrieve one of the small objects that the noblewoman had been carrying with her and began to mockingly munch away at it. The food of the living held no sustenance for him, as he even lacked the organs needed to process it. It would likely get his point across, however.
"N-No one else.. needs... needs to die.. P-Please.." came a quiet, simpering voice off to his side. Thresh continued to absentmindedly brush crumbs from his coat as he backed away deeper into the mist, only giving the noblewoman a cursory glance.
"Oh, but they must," he replied casually, sorting through the keys on his belt as he spoke. "My King wills this task to me, and so I comply. Much as your own countrymen are forced into by the will of your king. I, however, have a quota to fulfill, and your miserable whining will not hinder me. The damned shall not be moved to tears." It would be only a matter of time before the accursed gargoyle attempted another pass on him, but Thresh knew full well that he held an advantage with the noblewoman at his mercy. Insipid Demacians, so easy to manipulate! He would need to dispose of her in due time, naturally, but until such a time arrived, she would make a useful pawn in his game. It was difficult to ransack a city of its very soul without a bit of collateral for the opposition. Clearly she was valued, though; why else would a champion of Demacia bend over backwards before him?
"MARABELLE! WHERE ARE YOU? MARABELLE!"
Thresh perked up in an instant at this new racket. A name, she had a name after all, judging by the way that his hostage stiffened and quavered at the newcomer's voice. Her beau, perhaps? But who would command such respe-...aaaah.
"Yonder, Princeling!" Thresh mockingly called out into the misty oblivion consuming the city. With a wave of his hand, Thresh parted the mist in a direct line between him and Jarvan, being sure to hold his captive in plain sight. "Over the precipice of disaster she stands. For your next actions, both she and I wait upon...tenterhooks." With a spiteful cackle, the chains tightened once more around Marabelle, the sickle repositioning its tip just under her throat. "Let us settle this little debacle like gentlemen, yes?"
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