Jarvan rode on Shyvana's back to the palace. He was relieved that Belle was alright but he feared a riot of the citizens. He knew the palace's servants and guards would forever remain loyal though. Once they arrive at the palace, he quickly jumps off of the Half Dragon's back with Belle still on one shoulder. Many servants quickly quickly surround him. They all speak at once, many scared of the attack and also relieved their prince is alive. "Give me room, this woman needs a doctor."
Upon hearing this, one servant quickly gets a roll-able bed, while another runs to get a doctor for Belle. Jarvan carefully lays her on the bed and begins carting her to his chambers. "Get my father, we are putting together a meeting now. Also, I want several guards stationed in my chambers."
"Yes my lord!" The doctor meets him on his way to his chambers and begins treating her while on the move. Once they reach his chambers, Jarvan quickly closes the door behind them. "This woman has been possessed. What knowledge do you have on evil spirits?"
"Some my lord. I will do my best to help her." The doctor then begins to get to work on her physical injuries. Once those are properly treated, he will work on the possession.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 24, 2013 1:24:36 GMT -5
Belle was easy to handle as she lay unconscious upon the rolling bed. Her injuries were still in need of medical treatment however; gashes on her left arm particularly, and the wound beneath her chin from jamming the arrow somewhat deeply.
She lay on her side for the trip so not to be on her hands since she's cuffed, curled up almost automatically as her form trembled lightly upon the gurney. Her lips started to move, a faint whisper escaping.
"...Jarvan..." she said, her normal voice returned with tears starting to drip from her eyes.
The doctor got to work with stopping the bleeding and stitching up her wounds. "My lord, you are injured as well. It may scar if it isn't attended to right away." He points at Jarvan's cut cheek and the arrow protruding from his arm. "She comes first." Jarvan says this firmly. "It isn't like it will make a difference, I am already covered in them." He then remembers a sword cutting into his back during one of his many battles. He can't help but shudder a little at the memory.
When Jarvan hears Belle's faint whisper he rushes to her side. He runs his fingers through her matted hair and pushes it out of her face. "Yes Marabelle? I am here. You are safe now, everything is going to be alright." He runs his thumb under her eyes to wipe away her tears. "The best palace doctor is mending your wounds now."
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Mar 24, 2013 15:50:51 GMT -5
"DAMMIT!" The cry echoed of the exterior of the palace. Gillam emerged into view. He was injured badly. His dark blue armor was stained with his blood, which had stopped flowing from the massive wound on his head. Not only that, but there were two claw marks that had dug deep on his left leg, excluding all of the bruises, scratches, and strained muscles throughout his body.
"ACK!" The cry rang out again, and Gillam collapsed at the foot of the palace steps. "My prince...please..." Gillam managed to crawl the rest of the way towards the doors before coming to a stop. He was out cold again. His last thought was a prayer, a prayer that at least one person would notice him.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
There were many guards stationed in the front of the palace. Some were stationed to set up homes for the refuges. Others were assigned medical duty, to assist the doctors and carry bodies. "We have another wounded here, he looks pretty bad." Several guards move to Gillam's side, and they all grab a limb. They lift him and awkwardly carry him inside.
They are met by a servant who is on clean-up duty. "Oh no he looks terrible!" The guards grunt and lift him onto one of the roll-able beds. "He left a puddle out there, you might want to clean it up." The servant shudders, she has cleaned up more blood today than anyone should in their whole life. But, she knows her job and goes to get some cleaning supplies.
The guards then roll the man into the infirmary, where a doctor will see to his wounds. The infirmary is packed, with people who don't have life-threatening injuries waiting out in the hall. It is filled with wounded guards and citizens alike, all injured during the attack.
Last Edit: Mar 24, 2013 22:57:23 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Mar 24, 2013 22:09:34 GMT -5
Gillam's eyes slowly rolled open once more. He felt a lot warmer, and there were many people around him. Had he...no. Gillam's bearings were now much more sensible, and he realized he was in a waiting room of some sort. There were many wounded around him.
His head rolled around to one of the servants who rolled him in. "Thank you..." Gillam coughed. His voice was weak and rasp, a complete contrast to his usual sounding voice. He breathed a sigh of relief. The sigh was rather rough sounding, but it still came out. He was going to make it.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 25, 2013 11:28:58 GMT -5
Belle curled her fingers softly as she remained cuffed, with tears falling from her eyes quickly. A pained look rested upon her visage as her eyes tightened shut, "I'm.. so sorry.." She whispered, exhausted from the events that had taken place. She seemed to no longer be effected by whatever had possessed her by this point as she slowly opened her eyes again to gaze upon the Prince. "Forgive me..."
Once the Prince and the noble woman were safely off her back, Shyvana allowed herself to transform back to her normal form. Rolling her shoulders forward, she narrowed her eyes slightly at Jarvan before approaching him... and slapping him across the face with an ungauntleted hand.
Pointing at Belle, she spoke, her tone agitated. "This is one woman." She said, frowning. "You crumbled like a wall over one woman... when the fate of Demacia itself is at stake.."
Post by Tahlem Starr on Mar 25, 2013 16:48:47 GMT -5
Tahlem stormed into the keep, ignoring the guards like they were ghosts. He was furious, almost crumpling the paper with the number of dead SO FAR. It was packed with healers helping the injured, lucky enough to not have died today. He quickly pushed his way through the place until he spotted the prince, Shyvana, and Marabele. He let so many others die for HER, one person!, and almost got himself killed in the process. Where did his bloody ideals go? Straight out of his damn head?
Tahlem walked over quickly and only addressed the prince, ignoring Shyvana in his anger. " I hope she was worth it...my lord." He looked at the paper and filed through it, it contained all the dead they have found..and it kept growing. " Because for that one, we lost oh...a few more hundred? This fucking list." He planted his finger on it." Is in the thousands now and GOING UP" He shouted, catching the attention of most of the room.
" You almost got yourself killed for HER, are you MAD?" He sighed heavily and dropped the list next to him, turning back around. " If she can't fight she should of bloody well stayed in the damn castle, we lost more today than needed because of her." And he stormed off, taking his helmet and dropping it to the ground then walking down the hall to the court library. A servant quickly snatched it back up and chased after him.
Last Edit: Mar 25, 2013 17:19:37 GMT -5 by Tahlem Starr
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 25, 2013 17:28:10 GMT -5
When Shyvana slapped Jarvan, Belle winced back looking even more distraught then before. The half-dragon was right. She knew it, and she knew it was her fault so many people died tonight. It burned a terrible scar into the very core of her being, causing her to tremble and begin to quietly sob.
When Tahlem came in and started in on Prince Jarvan for what happened, she would move her legs over the edge of the gurney and try to get to her feet. As shaky as she was, the pained look on her face said spoke volumes of how awful she felt. Belle carefully tried to regain her balance, stumbling a bit with the nurses rushing to help steady her.
"Don't touch me!" She snapped, tears streaming down her cheeks as she awkwardly placed herself against a wall, struggling to try to get her hands free of the cuffs.
Jarvan shook his head at Belle's guilt. "There is nothing that you need to be forgiven for. Belle, none of this was your fault." He lifts his other arm to stroke her hair, but winces and drops it. He looks to see the half arrow still sticking out from the armor.
The prince takes it when Shyvana slaps him across the face. He also takes it when Tahlem gives him a tongue lashing. He knows he should of defended the city. He knows he should of let Belle die. But, if he had to do it again, he would run to Belle's side and let those people fight alone. "Did you know that my father didn't love my mother? He married her simply so that he could get a son. Did you know that his father before him also didn't love his wife? He didn't shed a single tear when she died." He took a shaky breath in. "I am the first Lightshield to know love. I would gladly take death if it meant giving her life. So my answer is yes, she was worth it."
Jarvan felt his heart ache when Belle freaked out and stumbled to the wall. He strut to her side and wrestled against her struggling with his one good arm. "Belle, Marabelle! Look at me." He grabs her chin and forces her to look at him. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are my light through this hell. Don't you think for one second that this is your fault. I need you to be strong for me. Can you do that?"
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 25, 2013 18:26:29 GMT -5
"No, Jarvan!" Belle responded sharply, trying to push him away while her hands remained cuffed. She'd look desperately towards him, shaking her head, "This is.. this is my fault. I should not have come tonight. It was a terrible mistake. You let yourself be blinded by love instead of your duties."
"I can't..." Her eyes filled with more tears as she spoke in a shaky voice, "I can't let you jeopardize Demacia for me.. I.."
"...I can't be with you.."
It ripped a hole in her heart to speak those words. As much as she loved him, she couldn't bear to think he would sacrifice Demacia over her. The ring slipped from her finger, and slowly dropped to the floor, turning her body away from Jarvan to make her position clear. She loved him with her entire heart and soul, and would do anything for him. But this.. this was too much for him to do for her.
"Love?" Shyvana said silently as he turned away from her, and back to the noble woman. "You're just like everyone else in this forsaken place!" She snarled, grabbing Jarvan by the collar of his armor and ripping him away from Belle. "YOU want to talk love!?" Tears brimmed in the Half-Dragon's eyes as she glared at Jarvan. "Look at me! I'm nothing more than a beast, a monster of destruction. Yet, you took me in, gave me a place to call my own, all without even considering what I really was, or simply not caring." Shyvana pushed him to the wall, her voice progressively shouting.
"YOU do not know love..." hot tears not dripped down Shyvana's face. "I thought there was something different maybe... maybe you actually saw past the beast within me. Now I see that is not true... just like everyone else in this place, you chose another woman over me." Shyvana turned away, clenching her fists. "I thought you saw past what I was..." Shyvana turned back to him. "But clearly I WAS WRONG." She screamed the last part in his face. "JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, ALL YOU SEE ME AS IS A MERE BEAST."
Shyvana was absolutely furious as she said this, but she remembered Tahlem... and her features soften, if only slightly. "Lucky for me.. there was one person who didn't think the same..." Shyvana then let out an aggravated sigh, and stormed out of the palace herself.
Last Edit: Mar 25, 2013 20:25:19 GMT -5 by shyvana3
Belle's words echoed in the prince's mind. He felt as though his heart had been stabbed. "No Belle, you can't possibly mean that." He gasped as he watched the ring fall to the floor. He quickly bent down to retrieve it. "Take it back." He holds out the ring to her, even though she is no longer facing him. "Marabelle, I know this isn't what you want. Please, I can keep you safe. I can keep Demacia safe. Let me prove it to you."
The prince was taken by surprise when he was suddenly ripped from Belle and slammed against the wall. Shyvana's sudden outburst woke a new form of anger in him. "Shyvana! What has gotten into you? I think of you as a trusted comrade. Nothing more and nothing less. If I thought you were a mindless killing machine I would of cut you down!" He throws his good arm into the air. "THINK WOMAN! I saw a scared, helpless person when I met you. I couldn't just leave you there. I gave you a place to call home because I saw more than just your father's blood in you!"
Last Edit: Mar 25, 2013 20:03:15 GMT -5 by Deleted
Shyvana stopped in her tracks as Jarvan spoke. "LIAR" She snarled spinning around and glaring death at him. "YOU USE ME, AS A TOOL OF DESTRUCTION! YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO TRY AND GET TO KNOW ME." Shyvana screamed. "I said I would repay your kindness... and I will." She then said, her voice lowering slightly. She then narrowed her golden eyes. "But I want nothing more to do with you on a personal level... Nothing[/b]" She then turned on her heels, and left.
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