Post by Victus Brightblade on Mar 19, 2013 1:05:21 GMT -5
Victus was resting in an inn just east of the center of the city. The inn muffled most noise rather well, so the screams went unheard, but Victus was aware something was wrong.
The nightmare came, like it does most nights. His clan slaughtered by Demacians...The screams of the dying and then... his home. His Father fighting for his son, cut down...wait... no...he wasn't cleaved in half...he was stabbed. They didn't mount his head on a pole, not with that disappointed look. There were two others. His mother's head was frozen with her own look of horror on its own spike....the third head was not visible....wait...grey hair...who-?
Victus bolted upright. The air was drenched in fear. The Knight told him to rally the civilians and the watch, but the Barbarian told him that the foe should be met. Victus followed the call of the barbarian and ventured out of the inn, encased in his platemail and his blade in hand.
One shout rose above the fog. "MARABELLE! WHERE ARE YOU? MARABELLE!"
His Prince needed aid, and Victus would oblige. He marched into shadow, following the shouts, and hoping he would not be too late.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Mar 19, 2013 1:52:38 GMT -5
((Oi Karthus, did the undead take their arms?))
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.
"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.
Poppy glances over to Gillam and shakes her head before bringing her hammer down on the head of another undead she had brought to the ground.
"This is not the time for laughter. This is the time to defend your home. We can laugh after the city is safe."
She then turns around and charges one of the undead, leaping up to the air to hit the reanimated man in his chest and crush him against the wall of a house, leaving the immobile corpse there.
"I may not be Demacian, but as long as I am here, this city will not fall. Valoran SHALL know harmony."
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Mar 19, 2013 4:29:28 GMT -5
"What the?" "ack, confined spaces are not my specialty..." Lucas decided the best course of action would be to turn around and outmanuever the abominations. He went back up, left one tower, and tried to oversee the area near the second gate tower.
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.
Jarvan practically growled when he heard Thresh's mocking voice off in the distance. No one ever dared to try and make a fool out of him. When the mist cleared a path to Thresh he had readied to charge at the beast, but stopped when he saw that it had a sickle under Belle's throat. "BELLE!" Words could not describe the intense rage the prince felt at this very moment. The veins in his neck bulged as his face reddened. He had not gotten this infuriated even when Kha'Zix had kidnapped her, because he was immediately able to put himself between her and the creature and easily overpowered it. This time he couldn't just throw himself between her and the danger in order to protect her. He felt helpless, which only helped to fuel his newly found anger.
"Thresh." He said the name even more sickened that how he says Swain's name. "Yes let's settle this now. You let her go and I will fight you myself, 'til one of us falls." He approached them slowly, taking small steps and holding an arm out. " You have my word. So just let her go and you get to have your grudge match with me."
Post by Metallic Assassin on Mar 19, 2013 7:26:13 GMT -5
Xenos was walking towards Demacia, reaching the top of a hill to take in the city-state's grand architect. He was on his way to the place considering it was the closest city-state that he could most likely sleep in without getting too much trouble. He looked down at the place with a slight smile which wiped away rather fast. What was with all this mist? He heard the very faint sounds of screams and battle going on behind its walls.
... This CAN'T be good.
Immediately, the assassin began running down the hill towards the battle. As he got close to the fog, he cloaked himself to prevent him from being seen by the naked eye. He looked around and stalked silently through the mist. He needed to find someone, he couldn't go through here alone. Unknowingly, he began to walk towards Poppy and Gillam.
Post by The Ruined King on Mar 19, 2013 8:40:19 GMT -5
((@ Metallic Assassin; sorry but there is getting to be far to many people in here))
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.
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 Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 19, 2013 11:41:24 GMT -5
"P-Please.." Belle pleaded, selflessly trying to protect the people of Demacia. Every last one of them meant everything to her, no matter what wrongs they may have done in their lives. She always saw this place to be one of peace, and prosperity. Her eyes closed tightly as the chains wrapped tighter around her causing her to helplessly gasp in pain. Each link that pressed against her skin made it feel as if she were being suffocated beneath its tightening grip. She couldn't manage to move, only tremble in fear.
As he ate mockingly upon one of the things she had baked, her eyes slowly opened allowing more tears to spill down her cheeks. She didn't understand why he would do such a thing. Nothing this creature did made sense for her. It went against everything she ever was taught. Every bit of her knew it was wrong, and she could only wonder what had driven this creature to such violence.
Teal eyes widened at the sight of Jarvan. The jade stone shone more brightly as it dangled from her necklace, pulsating with light and hope. "Prince Jarvan!" She called out before her head rolled back in pain as the chains tightened further around her delicate frame. She cried weakly, trying to fight against the chains that held her bound. The scythe just beneath her throat cutting ever so slightly, drawing that first small bit of blood upon its blade from her.
"Jarvan.."
Her lips quivered with pain as Jarvan's blurry image took hold of her gaze again. Her heart raced violently within her chest trying to pull her thoughts together. Her greatest fear was no longer Thresh, but what he might do the Prince. She would give anything to know he would be safe.
"Chain Warden.." A barely audible whisper escaped her, wheezing against the tightness of the chains, "S-Spare.. Demacia.. and it's people.." She struggled to say through the tears. "You don't.. have to.. hurt.. anymore people.."
Post by The Deathsinger on Mar 19, 2013 13:30:09 GMT -5
(I think that we should only let in other key demacians....Garen and Xin, for example. I agree that this is getting crowded, but I have more than enough abominations to occupy everyone.)
"What the?" "ack, confined spaces are not my specialty..." Lucas decided the best course of action would be to turn around and outmanuever the abominations. He went back up, left one tower, and tried to oversee the area near the second gate tower.
As Lucas left the tower, a barrier of purple energy stopped him in his tracks. He just might recognize it from the Fields of Justice....It was Karthus' Wall of Pain. Indeed, the Deathsinger had caught sight of him as he left the tower, and was now ominously approaching the gatekeeper.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Mar 19, 2013 14:17:07 GMT -5
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Pain surged through every inch of Lucas' body, and he screamed that out. Inevitably, every single entity in the whole quarter heard that. Lucas was rolling on the floor in pain. And about to roll off the edge, too...
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.
Yukiko snarled at the undead, jerking forward wildly to snap her large jaws around one of the undead and whipped it about, tearing its body asunder. Blood streamed from her lips as she gritted down, spitting out the rancid blood quickly, "Foul creatures."
Wind picked up rapidly around her as she clawed at the air sending a wave of razor sharp, claw-shaped wind shards towards another assaulting group of undead. Their corpses would split apart with ease beneath the viscous assault, spilling across the ground.
"To dishonor the dead in such a way is unforgivable." Setting her gaze on Shyvana and Tahlem fiercely, "I came in search of the Senseschal. But it will wait." The dragon spoke with a guttural sound.
Shyvana couldn't help but smile a little. "Well then, let me join you." Shyvana let out a growl as flames engulfed her body, her form grew large, her armor tightened around her new form as she dug her talon's into the earth. Shyvana reared her head back and blew flames at the on coming dead, turning them into ashes instantly.
With a shift of her golden eyes to the dragon next to her, she bent her head down to Tahlem. "Go." She said in a low growl. "Get somewhere safe."
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