Post by Victus Brightblade on Mar 22, 2013 15:54:05 GMT -5
Victus cleaved a zombie to his right and glared up to the sky.
"Beast of Shadow, you have taken my house from me. There is no way I will submit to you. I am bound by laws older than Demacia. The code of my ancestors demand that blood be repayed with blood. You struck without cause and now I am bound to destroy you and yours. I declare a blood feud between me and you. Prepare to see the end. You have been warned."
Victus continues hacking his way to the square, striking with more anger than previously.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Mar 22, 2013 16:01:42 GMT -5
As the lantern hits her shield, Poppy is flung back a bit. She lands on her feet and quickly stands back up, chuckling at Thresh's words.
"Considering your 'master' wants us to sacrifice the prince of Demacia and claims that Demacia would crumble against his forces, I'd prefer showing him how weak his own champions are."
Poppy then charges at Thresh against, holding Whomper with both hands in a position that allows her to use the shield tied to her wrist in case of the hook coming around to her. Then suddenly, she glances off to the side to see one of the re-animated Demacian soldier and an idea comes to her. She focuses on the fallen soldier for a moment and a bright, visible shield forms around her. Diplomatic Immunity. Thresh would have to make a choice. Either protect himself from Poppy's attack without chance of retaliation, or kill the reanimated corpse in question while leaving himself vulnerable.
"Lay down your weapon, Warden, and I'll make this quick."
All this while she continues running towards the Warden, Whomper prepared for another strike signified by a slight glow around the hammer.
Jarvan quickly threw his arms up to try and protect any vital spots. The arrow strikes him in the forearm. Blood begins to slowly seep out and drip off of his fingers. He grunts and looks at where it hit. Then he snaps off the end of the arrow and throws it to the side. "Belle you are strong! Expel that thing from your body."
His rage flares up as the spirit makes her talk. "You lie, Marabelle is perfect! We will not succumb to the will of your king. He has no honor in his rein."
Jarvan felt horror bubble up in his throat when he saw Belle put an arrow up to hers. "NO! Don't kill her." His mind raced as the evil spirit spoke of her dirty secrets. He felt confused, Belle in his mind was an angel. A perfect ray of light that lead him through the darkness.
Last Edit: Mar 22, 2013 16:05:13 GMT -5 by Deleted
Shyvana finally spotted the Prince and Marabelle, growling she landed right behind Jarvan, her massive body, towering over him, shielding him almost as she glared at the noble woman... she narrowed her eyes, she recognized her. She bent her head down to look at Jarvan "Prince..." She simply said "Demacia needs a leader now... I need to get you to safety."
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 22, 2013 17:48:32 GMT -5
Belle was far from perfect. Like any human, she had her secrets and her sins. As the tip of the arrow pierced just slightly into the skin, a trail of blood started to flow from beneath her chin with a wicked laugh escaping Belle in that otherworldly voice.
"How she watched as her tutor poisoned her Father and did nothing?" Her other hand lifted to press her finger to her lips in a 'shh' sound, mimicking what the tutor had done to her when she had found him poisoning the soup.
"And now, he's secretly committing adultery with her Mother. But now she's fallen ill, too. Oh poor Belle. She helped murder her own Father!" The spirit mocked, laughing sinisterly, "Do you want this woman to bare your children, Jarvan?" Grinning wide, "So helpless, she's letting her own Mother slowly die the same way her Father had."
"She's as guilty as the man who's killing them. Ah, but silence is truly golden isn't it?" The tip of the arrow pressed deeper when Shyvana had arrived. A crooked grin rested upon her lips. "Yes, Demacia needs a leader. And here you are, boo-hooing over some pathetic bitch. You can't even face your responsibilities! How can you even be a KING!? AHAHA!"
Post by Tahlem Starr on Mar 22, 2013 18:29:35 GMT -5
Tahlem gave a swift nod to Victus, falling in by his side to fight the undead. Cleaving their heads off when they got too close. Tahlem quickened his pace after thinking about how much time has been spent already.The gate may have already fallen...they must make a stand in the square. But...where the damn hell has the Prince been? Our forces needed a morale boost and HE was not there.
" Victus, we..." He stopped talking when the ruined king spoke, proclaiming a..retreat.? Why would they fall back? The battle was in their favor and they could of...perhaps won. When he talked of surrendering the prince he frowned, ignoring Victus yelling at the sky. Surrender the prince? Never. They would all rather die instead.
The undead were beginning to leave...but Tahlem killed what stood in his way, he and Victus eventually reached the square where the bulk of the surviving military stood with makeshift defenses already blocking the roads and archers using the rooftops. Since the ruined Kings proclamation most were recovering and others, still perceiving a threat, kept watch since the fog still lingered.
The soldiers gave Tahlem and Victus salutes when they walked by, though, their conversations were dark. Speaking of the undead slaughter though hushing up about touchier topics such as Jarvan 4s relative disappearance from the bulk of the fighting.
" Victus, i am going to find the Prince. Stay or follow, it matters not." And with that Tahlem jogged down the western road, heading to the area he was last spotted.
Last Edit: Mar 22, 2013 21:41:17 GMT -5 by Tahlem Starr
Post by thegrandduelist on Mar 22, 2013 18:33:40 GMT -5
Fiora had cut down another undead, they were great in numbers but weak in strength. Suddenly the voice of the ruined king rang through the city. Fiora stopped and had to laugh a bit.
"It vill take a lot more zen just zese pathetic undead to defeat me."
Despite her words, Fiora would soon find herself over run by the undead, although strong. A thought lingered of how long she would last.
The situation was deteriorating quickly, so far as Thresh could tell behind his mask of laxity and indifference. The King's call for a retreat had caught him at the worst time imaginable: when he was attempting to make his way out of Demacia. With the army pulling back, he would be without a distraction. Without a distraction, he would quickly become the last Shadow Islander in the city. If he became the last, then he would be summarily converged upon and destroyed. That would not do, not at all. There was still so much for him to do, so much for him to see, so many for him to bring along. As Poppy closed in on Thresh, a grim idea came to the Warden's mind; it was desperate, but desperate times were at hand. He would manage. With the slightest hint of a smirk, he lowered his guard and allowed himself to be struck full on by the assault.
Death, he pondered as the chain linked body buckled beneath the force of the blow, is hardly the end. In a sense, you're just going home. Home...yessss.
As Thresh's chain-construct broke into pieces, the ghastly specter, as an afterthought, unleashed a bloodcurdling shriek that pierced the very souls of those within several city blocks' range, and then he was gone. The husk of a body that he had occupied shattered into a spray of metallic shards in every direction, pieces of shrapnel embedding themselves several inches into the walls nearby. His ragged cloak fell empty to the ground around the epicenter of the blast, the keys on his belt splintered into dust. As his unholy shriek reached a fever pitch, the skull-like mask donned by the Warden in a crude facsimile of a face began to crack, splinter, then shatter as well.
As the last links of his body were shed, a vague humanoid shape remained in its place, clutching at its head and screaming in agony before it utterly dispersed into a shapeless cloud of mist. The haunted Lantern steadily rose into the air, locks rattling in an unseen gale as the mists from all about the city began to converge around it. Stillness abruptly seized the air, only to be followed with an echoing *boom* throughout the area as the mists scattered to the winds and evaporated. With a great sighing of the wind, the Lantern dropped to the ground with a grim thud of finality, its lights dimming to blackness.
Belle was far from perfect. Like any human, she had her secrets and her sins. As the tip of the arrow pierced just slightly into the skin, a trail of blood started to flow from beneath her chin with a wicked laugh escaping Belle in that otherworldly voice.
"How she watched as her tutor poisoned her Father and did nothing?" Her other hand lifted to press her finger to her lips in a 'shh' sound, mimicking what the tutor had done to her when she had found him poisoning the soup.
"And now, he's secretly committing adultery with her Mother. But now she's fallen ill, too. Oh poor Belle. She helped murder her own Father!" The spirit mocked, laughing sinisterly, "Do you want this woman to bare your children, Jarvan?" Grinning wide, "So helpless, she's letting her own Mother slowly die the same way her Father had."
"She's as guilty as the man who's killing them. Ah, but silence is truly golden isn't it?" The tip of the arrow pressed deeper when Shyvana had arrived. A crooked grin rested upon her lips. "Yes, Demacia needs a leader. And here you are, boo-hooing over some pathetic bitch. You can't even face your responsibilities! How can you even be a KING!? AHAHA!"
Shyvana let out a snarl at the possessed Belle "Silence!" She growled... peering down at the woman. "Jarvan is a true king... here he stands, fighting with his own soldiers, willing to die with them." Shyvana growled. "What does the Ruin King do? He sits safely on his island, and doesn't do a thing... he sends pathetic minions like you to do his work for him, he is nothing more than a coward."
Shyvana then lowered her head, narrowing her eyes at the possessed woman. "As far as I'm concerned, the Ruined King is the leader of two things... Jack, and shit... and Jack just left town."
Last Edit: Mar 22, 2013 20:59:30 GMT -5 by shyvana3
Jarvan felt slight comfort when Shyvana landed next to him. When she spoke of leaving though he shook his head. "My father is the king, he is the true ruler. And I can't leave Belle." He leaned in closer to her so only she could hear him. "Get that pendant off of her. I can't reach her otherwise."
The prince set his face into a deep scowl when the spirit begins to spew nonsense about her past. "You are lying! She didn't help kill her father, maybe she was scared. You are just taking her fears and doubts and skewing them." He became even angrier when it spoke of him not being a fit king and begun to hurt her. "I have been preparing to be king my whole life. I have fought many battles and killed countless men in the name of the crown. The one person I love is threatened and you expect me to go off and leave her? I am the one you want!"
Post by Tahlem Starr on Mar 22, 2013 21:52:30 GMT -5
He and victus sped through the streets, people mourning over the dead and bewildered soldiers dotted the empty roads. The city was still quiet..there was no cheer to be had. He rounded a corner and approached the three people who saw in the distance.
Tahlem approached the area from behind Marabella and assessed what was happening. The girl has a bow to her neck... They need to get that weapon away from the girl...she is going to kill herself? Not if the wind as anything to say about it. "I am going to try something."
He took a deep breath and braced himself, the wind began to flow around him quicker and quicker. The resulting flow made the entire square began to have a gentle breeze as it flowed into a tornado around Tahlem. He looked to the girl and sped the torrent of wind directly at her, meaning to knock the weapon from her hands. The tornado arched and would make contact on her right side. Though, if it made contact, she would also go rolling for a good distance. Only a few cuts and bruises were expected and ,unless she had amazing grip, disarmed.
He watched it speed off and fell to one knee breathing heavily. Conjuring a tornado was tiring to him unlike janna who could do so all day.
Last Edit: Mar 22, 2013 22:04:01 GMT -5 by Tahlem Starr
" Victus, i am going to find the Prince. Stay or follow, it matters not." And with that Tahlem jogged down the western road, heading to the area he was last spotted.
Victus eyed the survivors. Skinny peasants and tattered nobles. These wretches were saved and Brightblade was burned? This was justice? Saving those too weak and cowardly while the strong and brave died? It left a foul taste in his mouth.
"Time to save someone worth it." Victus growled as he fell in behind Tahlem.
((GAH! SHEN'D!))
When they caught sight of Marabella, Victus took note as well, and The Knight leapt to save De'Vera from herself. He ran as fast as his armor would let him. As a tornado sped past him, he gave a quick glare behind him to see the source was the general. He kept running and aimed to secure the woman by tackling her. He had no knowledge of any magics, but he was not going to allow this death without a damned good reason.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Mar 22, 2013 23:57:46 GMT -5
The explosions cleared the remained undead from Gillam's area, but Gillam was still severely injured. He would make it, however, it would most likely take a long recovery. Gillam's eyes closed slowly while whispering. "Thank you, comrades..." Gillam then fell unconscious.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Post by The Ruined King on Mar 23, 2013 0:50:03 GMT -5
The Ruined King's eyes fall upon Shyvana, their gaze penetrating deep into her mind. She would feel the same sense of sadness that had come with her own fathers death, his voice enters her mind and her mind alone.
[shadow=black,left,300]"Then come Dragon Woman. Come to the Isles and test yourself against me. See if I truely am as weak and cowardly as you say. My power over death against the powers of a half-blood mongrel."[/shadow]
The king's image begins to evaporate into the mist, his last message resounding around the city as he fades, [shadow=red,left,300]"We will give you two days. Sacrifice one, to save the death of many. The choice is yours."[/shadow]
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 The Ruined King on Mar 23, 2013 0:50:49 GMT -5
((This needs to wrap up))
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.
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