Almost as if the gunk should spray, Quinn took a step back as the boy began to dribble. She half expected the thick liquid to be acidic, to burn a hole onto the cement just as his very presence tortured her resolute soul. A soft cough reverbrates through her as she tries not to speak, to say something she may regret. Her nose wrinkled subconciously at the smell that was beginning to waft her direction. It was only when he began to speak once more did she feel the chill creep up her spine once more.
Her answer faltered briefly. "I didn't..." She didn't know why she was entertaining a conversation with someone who was long dead. Quinn did not believe her brother alive and well, but a figment of her nightmare. "I didn't leave." She gritted her teeth, almost feeling the bones in her arm shake as she shivered violently. Still, her fears were only visible through her eyes and motion. She did not break down and cry, nor did she plead for life. But the contorted face as it turned, the undeniable horror in his decayed expression was burned into the back of her eyes. She could not look away.
It was terrible. Quinn half wished Caleb would bare his fangs and jump at her, to tear with his claws and teeth and shriek like a cursed monster. Then she would have no choice. She bit her lip, unwilling to speak. She could hear Valor's distant cries, but it was as if her boots had been locked to the very ground itself. She willed herself to move, but she was unable to. "Stay back," she breathed, flicking an arrow into her weapon almost threateningly. But her finger was not on the trigger. "You're... you're dead. You can't..."
Her hand dropped, and it was finally then would one hear a single strand snap in her mind and her voice rose a single pitch higher. "You're dead!" What semblance of calm had shattered, and Quinn shook her head, "I saw you die! I felt the cold when Death claimed you!" She bit her lip so hard it almost bled, "The dead can want - or miss - nothing." It was pain, and the pain was spreading; blooming like a poison from her heart. "... you left me alone."
Shyvana had been busy clearing the dead with her massive talons and tail, leaving them torn apart. Most were burned to ash by fire, and Shyvana was still emptying flames into the hordes of undead, when the high pitched scream of another caught her ear.
Standing up on her hind legs, she easily towered over most of Demacia, searching for the sound of it, her golden eyes finally locked on Quinn. The ranger was in some sort of distress as the body of another Demacian shambled towards her... it only stood to reason that it was loved one.
Shyvana snorted and got back down on all fours, quickly making her way towards the ranger, killing any undead in her path. Rounding one of the buildings, Shyvana found herself behind Quinn. "Quinn." She said in a low growl, lowering her head to rest beside of the ranger. "I do not know who he is, but he is gone. Snap out of it..." She said.
Shyvana could have easily sent the corpse soaring into the night... but Quinn needed to do this, not her. "Demacia needs your help." Shyvana growled, narrowing her eyes at the corpse. "Do it... put him out of his misery."
Post by The Deathsinger on Mar 20, 2013 11:36:38 GMT -5
The last of Karthus' undead abominations began to swarm into the city, now that Karthus had secured the wall, and started running straight for the residential district. Any living caught outside would be long dead, and the undead tore down doors with their brute force alone to reach those cowering indoors. The only ones safe from Karthus' horde would be those who had a heavy stone door over a windowless, stone cellar, effectively sealing themselves within a premature coffin of stone. The screams of the living filled the air as the abominations cut down all in their path, sparing not man, woman, or child in their quest to wipe Demacia off the map.
Karthus reached his magics out over the wall, continuing to extinguish the lanterns upon Demacia's wall. His wall of pain had incapacitated the weak, torch-bearing guard, so he left him to his fate of likely death at the hands of his abominations. He cast another bolt of magic towards the lanterns across the wall.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Mar 20, 2013 12:09:40 GMT -5
Karthus had made a horrible mistake there. The guard was not the most tenacious towards being hit, but that would be the problem. When the pain started to fade slowly, he reversed the direction of his rolling, just before rolling off. And he raised himself to a knelt position. With all the rolling, the torch went out. One of the abominations outside would suddenly feel it hitting him. "Alright. Remember, stay on their narrow side." Lucas went into the second tower, intent on being downstairs before they bash the door in.
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.
The white dragon snapped her head up at the sound of the scream. Her claws, and her fangs bloodied by the corpses she had torn apart. As Shyvana suddenly rushed away, the beast would watch only for a second before unleashing another storm of wind attacks towards the assaulting undead.
She followed the fire dragon afterwards, using the wind to carry her form above the ground for quicker movement and fluidity. It was about then that she would take notice of Xin, letting out a roar in his direction to beckon him closer.
"The dead have been disgraced!" She said with a sickened look on her dragon face. She could hear Shyvana speaking to someone, but Quinn was too deep in the fog for her to make the woman out easily. Instead, the Dragoon would look to Xin to see what he might be doing. He should recognize her fairly easily after their last encounter.
Caleb shakes his head, black bile slipping from the sides of his mouth as he does so. His one working eye never leaving Quinn's face, "You... left me.... for death.... to claim.... It... Was... Your doing..."
He shudders once more, even though the half dragon had arrived, Caleb didn't seem to notice it. Soley fixated on his sister, "Come with... me... I do not.... Wish... To be alone... Again...." The spirit fight that engulfed his one good eye dulled giving her view of his eye, it looked to be filled with sadness and pain, "Sister... Quinn..."
"Duel? With you?" Thresh inquired, considering Jarvan with a cocked gaze. "I think not. I did not come to this sorry excuse for a civilization to engage in duels, no matter how frivolously honorable the challenger may be. I come to harvest, Prince, much as a farmer to his ripened fields. I care not for your honor, for your moral righteousness, for the sheer asininity of your proclamations!"
With every interjection, the chains composing Thresh's body rattled ominously as he tightened his grip on the bonds surrounding the noblewoman. It was evident to him that she was much closer to the Prince than he had anticipated. If he had time to spare, Thresh might just have pat himself over the back. He had almost inadvertently happened upon a major bargaining chip, something that could be used to further both his own designs and those of the Isles.
"You desire the girl, Prince," Thresh began, walking backwards to match Jarvan's own pace. "And I desire demise. Tell me, what is the worth of a soul? Is she worth more than one, ten, a hundred, a thousand souls of your beloved city-state?" A rasping chuckle echoed across the barren divide. "Let us put that to the test.
Surrender yourself to the Isles' power, and I shall relinquish her unto you. I've more than sufficient chains on hand to bind several more prisoners, after all..."
Post by Demacia's Wings on Mar 20, 2013 16:28:11 GMT -5
((I'll change the size for the last few posts, sorry about that and I apologize for the clutter. I'll move it to a different thread next time. ^^' ))
Shyvana's presence was inconsequential. Irrelevant. Just as the dragon believed her anger could remain unchecked, so too could Quinn's grief. The fire that burned Shyvana radiated from the serpentine body, giving some semblance of heat back into her chilled frame but she did not look away. "I know," she said, almost as if she were responding to something too obvious. "He's gone, but he's here." Quinn didn't bother explaining further. To force Shyvana into realizing that while the dead may be long gone, they were still right there, with you every step of the way. To see them now in such a state, away from your mind and talking as if they were alive again... what other explanation was there, other than that they had been given back their soul?
Quinn gripped her own palm, red on shadowed skin as she shook her head slowly. "He's talking. I... I need to listen." It could all be lies, but Caleb's words were confusing her. His voice echoed within her thoughts, even as the rising symphony of growls and unearthly shrieks filled the night once more. A new hoard had arrived, and Valor was swooping down, trying his best to take down the fiends before they did too much - but there were so many. They grasped at his wings as he beat them back with his fierce claws and beak, and all the while, Quinn stood with trembles in her heart.
Poison. Poison through his body, and there was so much blood. She had tried to stop it, to find an antidote, but her knowledge had been lacking. She wanted to be a knight, but she couldn't even save her own brother from the trap of a bandit. She hadn't left him. Quinn knew she had been with Caleb, through his life and through his final breath. She did not follow him to his grave, no matter how much she wished to. For Demacia. Live for him, and live to protect their noble city. Shyvana was right. Demacia needs heroes, and in times of such darkness, she needed to be there. The dead were dead, and when Valor's valiant cry break through the fog did she realize that she did not need to live in such solitude. That while sorrow encapsulated her so tightly, it was a strength, not a weakness.
Her weapon clicked softly. "I know," she finally said. "But you're not alone, brother." Quinn let out a gentle breath, and her finger came down against the trigger. "I love you, Caleb." The crossbow recoiled slightly, and a single projectile flew from its gilded beak, imbedding itself directly in between the corpse's eyes. But she didn't move, her gaze looking further than the agony that swam in her brother's visage, the sorrow. She looked beyond and only saw the courageous boy she remembered him to be. Then her lips moved, her voice barely above a whisper.
Caleb's head snaps back, the sickening wet crunch sounding loudly as the bolt rips the flesh and punctures the skull, the bones and tendons in his neck cracking and straining. It isn't a quick death... The dark magic's not willing to relinquish the control it had over the soul, body and mind. A new found pain was ripping through the boys body, his head slowly raises itself, the spiritfire exstinguishing from his eye leaving an all to human expression of sorrow, when he speaks, it isn't the gurgled rasp of the undead. It sounded just as he did when the poison was taking his body, a look of fear mixes in with the sadness, "Quinn... Plea--"
The black bile erupts from his mouth choking his words in the filth, he drops to his knees, his one good eye never leaving Quinn's face, Desperation fills his eyes as he tries to speak to his sister. "Qui--" He slumps to the side, his head hitting the dirt with a dull thud, his lifeless eye open and staring at Quinn, the message unspoken.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 20, 2013 17:49:46 GMT -5
"No!" Belle cried just as the chains started to tighten a bit more. Every breath was becoming a struggle. Every pulse of her heart felt louder in her ears as she lowered her head, sharply inhaling as each constricting movement of the chair hindered her ability to take in normal breaths.
Sweat was starting to bead across her skin, "..t-take.." gasp, "..take me.." she surrendered to Thresh. He knew well the prize she was. And the impact of her being taken from Jarvan would likely have.
"..s-spare.. Demacia.." Belle felt her cheeks redden as each desperate choke for air was stolen away from her by the chains. "..spare... the.. people.." She knew Jarvan wouldn't let it happen, but she understood the value of Demacian lives over her own. And she knew if Jarvan were to parish under the Isle's influence, all would be lost. And the Brightsheild family would fall with it.
Her heart broke knowing this could be the end for her. She wanted to make Jarvan happy, and be with him for the rest of their lives. She had wished to bring his heir into the world, and be a good Mother to them. To teach them right from wrong, peace, and most of all respect and love. Nothing would have made her happier to have had that opportunity, but the longer the situation remained, the more she realized those dreams were fading.
Post by Tahlem Starr on Mar 20, 2013 17:53:55 GMT -5
Tahlem listened to the report and nodded. An enemy army will be hitting the wall soon? They would need to get the army ready for the siege AND deal with the sneak attack undead force. Then, Quinn ran off to deal with something personal... that leaves him alone again.
Until a sword almost cleaved his head from his shoulders.
He blinked at the weapon and took a step back, taking a look at Victus when he was addressed. " Sir Brightblade, am glad you have weapon control..." He remarked, taking a look around for undead.
" The city is in chaos, i need to restore order and rally a sizable force here. An actually undead army in approaching the gates and i doubt the two of us and what remains of the archers on the wall will stop them.." He trailed off.
Last Edit: Mar 20, 2013 18:14:19 GMT -5 by Tahlem Starr
Post by Victus Brightblade on Mar 20, 2013 18:03:02 GMT -5
((Bastard sword, you silly Demacian.))
"It is not just the dead. Nocturne is here. No other beasts twists the soul like that one. Where am I? I got lost and turned around in the fog."
Victus readied his blade to strike at the advancing wave of dead when a dark thought crossed his mind.
"From where is this army coming? The North or the West? Is Brightblade under siege?" The fear was evident in his voice, which would be a shock to any who knew the knight. He was not using rage to fight it, this fear was not for himself.
He was back in Grimcleaver again. Not able to help as his family and friends died around him...
Post by Tahlem Starr on Mar 20, 2013 18:13:38 GMT -5
( *Cough* edited.)
" The nightmare? We must rely on the champions to deal with Thresh and Nocturne.. am afraid we would not stand much of a chance." He signaled to a small group of warriors to fall in on him. They quickly made their way over, bringing their number to 12.
" They come from the North, from the shadow Isles." He readied his sword and took and took a stand by Victus. These undead would feel Demacian Justice. When Victus asked about castle Brightblade he sighed, looking down for a moment.
He placed a hand on Victus's shoulder." Am sorry, Victus. Castle Brightblade burns as we speak, they could not hold their walls against the undead."
Last Edit: Mar 20, 2013 18:14:03 GMT -5 by Tahlem Starr
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.
Post by Demacia's Wings on Mar 20, 2013 18:37:31 GMT -5
((Thanks for your help, Karthus. (: ))
Quinn watched, even as the corruption continued to tear the body apart. She watched as the arrow that was in his brow disintegrated from the magic and his face contorts. Still she watches as the convulsions continue, her weapon remaining poised in the air. It was only when his head began to rise did her arm begin to fall, the fire extinguished and she felt her shoulders drop. A sigh drips from her lips as the familiar voice tilts, and though it cuts into a stream of horrid liquid, she does not look away. Fear, when he had been hit. Sorrow, when he knew he was dying. But the solace, when his eyes closed, was absent. He had a died a second time in unnecessary anguish and finally, Quinn stepped forward.
His body was cold, chilling her finger tips as she touched her brother's face. She slid her hand down, closing his single eye. But there was no time to move the body. No time to honor the dead, or the dead rising as the attack continued all around her. Valor remained in the sky, continuing to deliver blows and the ranger knew she had to protect the city. She nodded to Shyvana, whom she considered a slightly closer acquaintance and with a deep breath, ran deeper into the alleys of Demacia to join the war at last.
Quinn quickly found General Tahlem, accompanied by a black knight. She gave no greeting, only a nod. "Your orders, sir."
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