Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 28, 2013 3:54:19 GMT -5
Location: Palace
Belle had been observing from the safety of the Palace since Jarvan had left it to meet with his army. Her lips tugged down into a light frown, watching the masses gather around the city. It felt like it might rain, but even heaven didn't grant them that moment of peace before the storm. The scene set before Demacia was daunting; a terrible fate being paraded around as the cries for the Prince's sacrifice haunted her.
What kind of creatures would thrive on this kind of tragedy? What had driven them to this? Her Mother had died under the assault from the coast. Her home burned asunder in their march, with no regard for anyone or anything in their path. It was a miracle the old tree had survived beneath the scorch of chaos.
Belle pulled her arms in around her with sorrowful eyes growing with tears as the crucified people were erected around the edges of the city. A soft gasp left her, lifting her hand to her lips with tears spilling down her cheeks. All of this.. for one man?
They want death. They'll never let go. Is it the Prince they want, or the chance to cause so much suffering? The voice whispered in the back of her mind. Pinching her eyes closed, Belle shook her head quickly, "No." She responded weakly. "No, this isn't right.."
None of them care. They think he abandoned him for you. YOU. A pathetic little princess, helpless and clingy. You'll be the one who kills him..
"NO!" Belle shouted, a flash of green flames erupted from her eyes before being blinked away quickly. A sickness fell over her. Dreams of what she had done that night.. The spirit that had invaded her body.
It wasn't gone.
Servants rushed to her side, questioning if she were alright. Quickly Belle dismissed them. She couldn't tell him. Not with so much at stake. She needed him to believe she was safe. She would give anything for him to survive.
Anything?
"He.. needs to live." She whispered.
Conflicted, Belle remained silent with slow tears falling down her cheeks. The only hope she had would be spotted heading back to the palace, causing Belle to move away from the window intent on intercepting Jarvan once he arrived within the palace safe and sound.
A large crowd of people form around the palace. They are scared and pleading. The citizens want the screams of the crucified to stop. They plead and cry, terror stricken deep in their cores.
Jarvan approaches the palace to have people rush to him. They plead with him to make it stop. He hears an array of words. Some cry for help, others ask to leave, a few even begin to yell for his sacrifice in angered tones. The guards quickly surround the prince to make a protective barrier around him.
He somehow manages to make it to the front of the palace without receiving harm. He raises his arm in order to silence the people. The crowd falls quiet, leaving behind an eerie silence.
"Good people of Demacia, please hear me. The recent dangers have been weighing heavy on me. I know you are scared, but you must not falter. I have equipped you with everything I can for you to be able to defend yourselves. I have provided you with armor, weapons, and knowledge. Look to the sky citizens!"
He points up.
"Look at the barrier our summoners have erected. As long as it stands, nothing may enter. You must not exit it. There is terrible evil waiting outside that barrier that will snatch you if you are alone. We must stand together and fight!"
He then slams his hands down on the railing in front of him.
"I know that these beasts have demanded that I give myself up. They claim that if I do this, they will simply leave and not harm anyone else. Do you believe them? NO! This is a trick, to get you to turn against me. You know what will happen if I give myself up? They will turn me into a monster. And, after they do that, they will put me on the front lines to SLAUGHTER you people! They will not rest until each, and every one of you is dead. I am your best chance at survival. I vow that I will give my all in defending this great city. Demacia will not fall! Justice will prevail! ARE YOU WITH ME BROTHERS AND SISTERS?"
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Mar 28, 2013 9:19:06 GMT -5
Location:Palace
Gillam had been limping behind Jarvan the entire time. His leg was not working properly, so he doubted he would see any action in the next battle, but he would need to be at his Prince's side, just so that he could be at least somewhat useful.
He stood behind the Prince during his speech. His leg was positioned rather awkwardly, but he stood as tall as he could. His buckler was at his side, and his lance was propped up against the palace walls.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Mar 28, 2013 9:51:09 GMT -5
((Location: In front of the palace
As Poppy reached the palace, she heard the prince's speech. Impressive, as expected. She then calmly walks through the crowd in her armor, nudging some of the less polite people with her shield to get them to move until she makes her way to the front. There she sticks her shield to the ground in front of her in a way that it leans against her and does the same with Whomper. Then she bows at the prince in a respectful fashion in her new armor, looking like a true Demacian.
"Indeed, the Prince makes a good point people. Why would you trust the enemy? Why would you trust those who pervert the dead into their service? Why would you give your prince to them to be turned against you? That would not be the Demacian way.
I may not be Demacian, but I know this. Justice will be served, in the name of Demacia. I can see the fear in your eyes people, but you must not be afraid, not today. Today you must FIGHT. Fight for your homes, your family, your king, your prince, your nation. FIGHT FOR DEMACIA!
The leader of the undead believes we will crumble beneath his forces, let us show that creature what Demacia is made of. Let's send the undead back to their graves, for the good of all Valoran."
She then lifts Whomper back up and leans the massive hammer against her shoulder as she lifts her shield and walks over to Jarvan, looking as determined as ever.
"Greetings Prince Jarvan. I suppose this will be a day to remember. Considering the need for the undead to kill the summoners in order to reach Demacia, we should have some guards around them? You never know where you may find agents of corruption that must be brought to justice."
Post by Tahlem Starr on Mar 28, 2013 16:33:56 GMT -5
(( Location: Wall))
Tahlem turned to the men who warned him about the sewers. Of course... It would be difficult to flush them out, yet alone all of them. They would undoubtedly hide under the water as they don't need the air and pick off unsuspecting troops.
" You have my express permission to blow all sewer entrances, collapse them." He stated, adding. " Acquire bombs from the armory."
He then gave a nod to his men and walked along the wall, watching the undead. What re those pillars doing? Perhaps the summoners would know. It worried him to think about it, but the shield placed around the city would counter most undead forces long enough.
Tahlem turned to one of his runners. " Ask the summoners if they know what is happening, those pillars out there...worry me." The man saluted and Tahlem carried on, heading for the wall.
He reached the place above the gate to spot Victus shouting to a bunch of inducted militia, raising confidence of them and the soldiers on the wall. Perhaps he could be of use at the gate.. " Victus!" He shouted, walking down next to the man. " It seems you have been inspiring the men, i heard whispers along the defense line." He chuckled. " I need someone to take command of this...rag tag butch of nobles and commoners....are you up for it?" He suggested, placing a hand on his shoulder.
" You will have the command at the gate, i trust you are well versed in sieges? We need this gate to hold, we may have backups, but if they do not even make it past the wall then the city is ours for sure." He motioned to the troops. " These men will need confidence, give them that and they will jump over the gate and back for you."
He removed his hand. " Do you accept, my friend?"
Last Edit: Mar 28, 2013 16:39:13 GMT -5 by Tahlem Starr
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Mar 28, 2013 17:07:02 GMT -5
"Sir, I don't think many of use know how to handle these... Bombs." The Pathfinder Lancer didn't understand how fire could destroy stone. "Soldier, I don't think many Demacians do. General, I didn't know there were bombs in the Armory. Are they the 'light fuse and retreat' kind, or are they more elaborate, and need specific instructions?" - Lucas was back at the cart, waiting for his squadmate to return after bringing the engineer parts. He notices the commander talking to General Tahlem "The Commander seems to know something important, let's go check it out, hurry up!" Soon, the cart had it's second power source back and went to the Commander, perhaps he needed transport of something important.
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 shadows seem to grow significantly darker as they dance about Hecarim's form due to his flames. They then ripple as a long blue leg strapped with pink leather emerges, Evelynn steps out and smiles upward at the crucified humans, "Such pain... Such suffering!... Mmmm..."
Her eyes shift to Hecarim and then to the larg pillars that rose high into the sky behind the army, "So Shadow of War... Fun enough for you? And... What are those pillars for?"
The centaur simply stood until Evelynn appeared, good to see more of his people here hopefully not as bored as he was. Taking a moment to look at the mysterious pillars he simply shook his head.
"Leading the army here and getting to see the look on the pathetic Demacians faces as we appeared was well worth the wait, and as for those pillars... i do not know. It would seem the dark summoner Azazel and our king have something planned for them clearly."
Post by Tahlem Starr on Mar 28, 2013 17:13:52 GMT -5
He turned to the commander, turning away from Victus for a second. " Commander, there is a reason you have authority. Use your head and get an engineer to prepare the explosives. " He said sternly. " Though, i thought you were taught how to handle the more elaborate explosives? The "light and run" bombs would destroy more than the tunnels if used. Heh, i would rather we toss those at the undead."
He looked to Lucas, who was approaching, and gave him a nod.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Mar 28, 2013 17:14:47 GMT -5
"Indeed. Never in my life, past or present, have I faced an enemy that is this threatening. Winning here today will only prove the strength, might, and resilience that Demacia is known for." Gillam winced as he tried to step closer to the Ambassador, then just opted to remain in his original position.
"Unfortunately, I will not be able to offer you much assistance during the next few hours, as my leg is wounded. However, I could make sure all of the civilians are safe and sound in their homes, if that is not too much trouble."
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
((Location: In front of palace, then inside the palace.))
The people cheer at Jarvan's and Poppy's combined speeches. Their morale seemed to be renewed. The Demacian fighting spirit was back in their eyes. He was grateful the Iron Ambassador came and backed him up. "Thank you Poppy, you aren't bad with words yourself. You have earned the title ambassador."
The prince turns back to walk into the palace. "Yes we will need to station guards around the summoners. I was protecting them myself, but those creatures' taunts made me go to the people. The summoners must not be stopped." Now inside the palace, the door servant shuts the door quickly behind him. "Excellent speech My Lord."
Post by Victus Brightblade on Mar 28, 2013 17:33:47 GMT -5
The Gate
"We shared one drink and this battle, General. You do not know me. You are not my friend. If you seek friends, you should find someone else. Those who seek my kinship end up dead, so the world is better with me alone.
These weaklings will aid me get my justice for Brightblade, but I know little of the art of holding against a siege. I fought against small bandit forts made of wood, but I know nothing of holding a stone keep. I am guessing I have men push the doors closed and hold them while others shoot the attackers with arrows.
If they break this gate, I will stop them for a time, but I cannot hold the dead back with this lot. I cannot ensure that they will not break. I will not break. These dead owe me a blood debt, and I intend to collect."
Victus looked over the men and women before them.
"I fear for the country, but I cannot bring myself to feel as if that would hurt my spirit. I am no Demacian. I am no longer any Freljordian. I know not what I am. When this debt is settled with the Shadows, I intend to clear my debts with those in this land who owe me blood and move on. I will find my place again as I did so long ago. The dead will not stop me. Demacia shall not stop me. I will do as my code demands, even if I must wade through blood. May your blade stay keen and never shatter. Fare well, General Tahlem."
Victus moved to watch the army of dead. One could feel the hatred flowing off of him.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 28, 2013 17:44:17 GMT -5
Location: Inside the Palace
Belle had arrived just as the doors would close behind the Prince upon his entering. Her head bowing lightly to him with a warm smile resting upon her lips. It was a relief to see he was safe. She said nothing as she watched the servants speak with him, waiting for his business to conclude and for him to approach her. She knew he had serious obligations to handle, and had no desire to intrude upon them. However she hoped she may find some way to help.
Still that lingering worry remained. The knowledge the corrupted soul remained inside of her, and knowing the risk that it might take more permanent residence in a new host. She shook it off, cupping her hands against her lap. The worry in her eyes obscured behind the gentle glow of confidence and warmth of her presence.
When Jarvan might get a moment, Belle's smile grew lightly. "It's good to see you're okay. How is everyone? Do they require anything? Something warm to drink perhaps?" She wanted to help, but she could only do so much at the moment. At the very least if she could help raise morale, it would be a great accomplishment in these trying times.
Post by The Ruined King on Mar 29, 2013 3:34:26 GMT -5
Azazel's form slowly emerges from the horde of dead and approaches Evelynn and Hecarim. His eyes watch Evelynn warily from beneath his hood... Rumors had been circulating about her activities.. And they weren't all in the interest of the Isles. "Hecarim... The summoners from the institute will no doubt be arriving soon. The Kings plan is going perfectly... When they arrive, their magical signatures will activate the pillars... They will send out a large pulse of raw power to negate the living magic for a period of time... When that happens, I will summon a beast to wreak havoc upon them... In the unlikely event should the prince sacrific himself... You are to cease all hostilities and retreat. No matter what."
He eyed Evelynn suspiciously, his lips turned down as he frowned, "And you... What are you doing here? The king did not call for your aid..."
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 Iron Ambassador on Mar 29, 2013 4:52:17 GMT -5
((Location: In front of the palace, then the Streets.))
Poppy nods at Prince Jarvan's words before turning to Gillam.
"Yes, that might be the best mister Dunwall. You are not in the shape for war with that leg, and the undead will give no mercy to those wounded. Now, I will go and check on the situation at the walls. Good luck."
She then turns around and starts walking through the streets towards the wall, gaining the attention of a fair few of the citizens due to her armor, considering everyone was used to seeing her in her copper-colored armor instead of one with such Demacian colors.
Xin Zhao climbed up the tower stairs to the top of the gates. The defenses prepared were many, but looking down, the enemies were in many numbers as well. They all seemed stationary, yet the tension was fierce, they were all preparing for the raid on Demacia. Just the sight of it made chilled Xin to the bone. He hadn't expected this many, but what were the undead to the strength of Demacia? It was clear who the victor would be.
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