Post by The Shadow of War on Mar 29, 2013 7:00:51 GMT -5
Location: Outside Brightblade gate
"Understood. Although i doubt that coward will give himself to us, if he does we shall take our leave."
The centaur had turned to Evelynn and dimmed his flames as Azazel questioned her being here and awaited her response as well, The widowmaker wasn't one of the kings personal servants and while this was an assault planned by the king it wasn't too shocking to see someone such as herself here basking in the chaos they were causing.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Mar 29, 2013 7:02:13 GMT -5
"General, with all due respect, Demacia isn't used to gunpowder weaponry. Although... Why throw the simple ones? We have ballista's, tie them to the bolts and shoot them! " Lucas runs up, informs with the commander about the going ons, and then says: "Oh. Wait, why blow it all up immediately? Can't we station men with boiling oil among specific bottlenecks?
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 The Widowmaker on Mar 29, 2013 8:08:34 GMT -5
Evelynn smiles at Azazel, her eyes alight with anticipation, "Why would I not be here? So much... Pain.. Anguish... It's just so... Soooo..." Red mist seeps from her eyes, her back arches and eyes roll as if in orgasm, her voice turns to a moan as she lets out a long sigh, "[glow=red,2,300]Wooonderful..."[/glow] She smirks as she stops to look at Hecarim for a moment her eyes slowly shifting from him to Azazel. She lets out a quiet amused hum as she turns her gaze to the Demacian barrier, "By the way... What's the plan for when you get in there? Slaughter every living man woman and child?"
Last Edit: Mar 29, 2013 8:09:11 GMT -5 by The Widowmaker
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Mar 29, 2013 11:20:09 GMT -5
"Indeed. Farewell Ambassador, and good luck."
Loaction: The Demacian Streets
Gillam ushered in some of the stragglers who had yet to go inside their homes. His leg was killing him, but he knew he had to get everyone inside. It was his duty as a Demacian. Even though he enlisted simply to kill Noxians, he knew that this was his responsibility.
"Help!" A cry of a boy echoed throughout the streets. Gillam's head instantly shot up. He listened very carefully to find out where the scream came from. "Help!" The cry came again, and Gillam's heart sank. He took off as fast as he could, towards the direction of the boy's voice.
It had come from the gates.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Shyvana had actually hopped the wall of Demacia, black flames searing around her form as her eyes narrowed from behind her helmet. The dead would not pass while she was here. Hands gripped tightly around her gauntlets as she awaited the army, ready to rip them to pieces.
Even during these troubling times, seeing Belle put a wide grin on Jarvan's face. She was his new wife after all. He thought of the night before, of how Belle almost died, then of her making him promise to do everything in his power the keep the citizens safe. He recalled how after that, they rushed to the king's chambers in the late hours of the night and married on the spot. He couldn't help but look to her gut, wondering if a new life had begun to grow.
The prince approaches his love and wraps both arms around her. "How are you feeling, any different?" He kisses her on the top of the head before pulling away. "Refreshments? That may help to further calm the citizens. They also should get comfortable around their future queen." He smiles at this last part.
Jarvan was determined to win the battle for the sake of his homeland. He was determined to protect his new family and his happy future.
Last Edit: Mar 29, 2013 17:44:15 GMT -5 by Deleted
Gillam ushered in some of the stragglers who had yet to go inside their homes. His leg was killing him, but he knew he had to get everyone inside. It was his duty as a Demacian. Even though he enlisted simply to kill Noxians, he knew that this was his responsibility.
"Help!" A cry of a boy echoed throughout the streets. Gillam's head instantly shot up. He listened very carefully to find out where the scream came from. "Help!" The cry came again, and Gillam's heart sank. He took off as fast as he could, towards the direction of the boy's voice.
It had come from the gates.
Victus heard the shout and growled in its general direction. He would not allow himself to be flanked, but he disliked leaving the Demacians here without staying as well. This was to be the center of the fight, and the closest Victus would be to vengeance.
"Hold this gate. I will investigate the shouting." Victus murmured to a real soldier assigned to the gate.
He did not run to the boy, as his plate would slow him down and he knew he needed to save his energy, but he did not dally and none stood to block his path. They knew Victus was going to fight, for they had heard what had happened. Where ever he was going, it was to aid the battle.
With each step a tall and metallic giant took, the earth beneath the ranks of the undead shook. From the mist and dark corruption was the Master of Metal himself, walking about. He was in his regular armor, his glowing red eyes looking down at the soldiers of the dead beneath him. He let a small snort of disapproval. They were foolish humans, but the Demacians were head strong. He looked over at the spell that loomed over the wall. The Deathsinger had better hope that the monsters within the sewers will be able to do something so that the shield would be no more.
He walked around the army, looking for a fellow ally of the Isles. Once he had found Karthus, he looked down at the wizened Lich. "I hope those little creatures of yours in the sewers will be able to do something about this shield. The same goes for the tower to." He slammed his mace into the ground, and rested his foot on the mace part, and his hand on the butt. Spiked it may be, the Master of Metal was covered in... Well... Metal, so the spikes of the weapon didn't harm.
"Yes...the Ruined King has his plans, just as I have mine. Demacia always hides behind it's shields..." Karthus let out a mild chuckle. "When the shield drops, they shall die." He concluded, the white orb in his palm crackling with black-and-orange energy. "Death will be sated by the blood of Demacia."
"Very well then. I'll go see the others and see what they'll be up to." He said. He turned around, his dark cape in tow as the earth shook beneath the Deathsinger with each step he took. On his way there he gave a small mutter to himself. "Perhaps I'll be able to do something fun for once."
He kept walking, observing the gates and the champions that protected. He saw Shyvana, in her Darkflame gear. "Ha! Foolish half-breed... She thinks that she's terrifying with her little 'dark' flames." He muttered to himself. Those weren't TRUE dark flames. Oh he'll enjoy the day that she joins them and get's a true taste of what the dark flames are. He noticed Xin Zhao at the gates, knowing that he'll most certainly be a problem. However, when he saw Victus flipping the bird, he slammed his mace into the earth with a loud thud to get his attention. He rested his foot on the mace and raised his right hand, and sent the message right back to him, raising his own middle finger high. He doesn't care if the Iron Ambassador is right next to him, he'll make sure that it's his ghost that's walking beside him.
Finally, he made it Outside the Brightblade Gate where Hecarim, Evelynn, Azazel were conversing with each other. He smiled slightly to himself, knowing the Shadow of War would be in this fight. "Greetings Hecarim, Azazel,.... Evelynn." He said as he approached the group, and giving an odd look at the Widowmaker's presence. What is she doing here, or is she just freeloading for the pain and suffering?
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Mar 30, 2013 15:02:59 GMT -5
((Location: Wall))
Reaching the wall, Poppy steps on a box to see over the wall and looks around at the Shadow Isles forces waiting. Expecting a sacrifice... fools. Demacia does not give in to demands of those who must be brought to justice for their deeds.
When Mordekaiser raises his finger, Poppy merely shakes her head. The Master of Metal. His metal would bend as easily as any other beneath the crushing force of Whomper. She turns to the warrior next to her, one that did not seem exactly Demacian.
"Quite a display from the pile of corpses, wouldn't you say? Too bad a display will not be nearly enough to save them from justice when Demacia is through with them."
((The "not exactly Demacian warrior" being Victus))
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on Mar 31, 2013 2:51:03 GMT -5
Location: Inside the Palace
When he would smile, Belle's would shine ever more brightly in response. That relief knowing he was safe was a huge weight off her shoulders. It still amazed her they were now married, and the hope of a heir was on both of their minds. Though she was still troubled by the spirit that remained within her. A fear that it might attach itself to her child should she become pregnant. It caused her smile to wane, though quickly she dismissed the worry at least for now. It was not something she wished to concern Jarvan with during the current situation.
"I am doing well." She responded to Jarvan, gently wrapping her arms around his shoulders, receiving the kiss happily. When he mentioned the citizens becoming comfortable with their future Queen, Belle couldn't help but feel the weight of worry again. Those gentle, teal eyes settled upon his softly, "Ah." She began, reaching her hands out to take his, "It will take me some time to grow use to the idea of being a Queen. It's.. a bit .. scary." She admits, letting a smile replace the worried look.
"I'll help the servants prepare something warm for people. I'm sure it'll be a welcoming comfort given the circumstances." Belle leaned up gently to kiss his cheek, "Is there anything else I may do to help?"
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Mar 31, 2013 22:26:01 GMT -5
Loaction: Wall
Gillam rushed to the wall, heading in the general direction of the scream. He began t see two figures, one much taller than the other. When he was closer, Gillam saw that the two figures were in fact the Ambassador and Victus.
"Greetings..." Gillam puffed, coming to a stop at their location. "Did both of you hear that scream a few minutes ago? The Shadow Islanders have not begun their attack, where do you think it came from?"
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Post by Victus Brightblade on Mar 31, 2013 23:47:27 GMT -5
Victus gave the ambassador a nod as he walked towards the shout he had heard on the streets.
"I am so bound. They will die. Starting with whatever beasts hide in this city."
They approached Gillam and Victus nodded his head at the man.
"Lord Dunwall, we heard it and the dead have not left their blockade. Something must be within the walls then. They seek to flank us. Where could they hide?"
Post by The Ruined King on Apr 1, 2013 3:07:59 GMT -5
Azazel watches Morde approach, his eyes obscured by the hood of his robes showing concern. He hadn't heard that the Master of Metal would be apart of the invasion. It was rumoured that Hecarim did not trust him, this in itself made Azazel cautious of the great suit of armor.
"... A childish display Mordekaiser... We are not here to fling insults and gestures..." his voice suddenly drops into a grim tone, "Onto business then."
Azazel strides towards the Demacian Barrier his head bowed yet his voice rolled like thunder, "Demacians! Mortals that cower behind your walls and magic... Surely you do not wish to shed more blood for your Princes own pride. His own... selfish desire to live."
Azazel slowly begins pacing back and forth across the barrier, the rain pouring down around him turning the ground to mud, yet strangly, where he walked there were no footprints, there was no shadow from any source of light...
"I bring to another offer. Send a champion to duel me in honorable combat! His armies, nor the champions of the Isles shall intervene. I offer you chance to end the conflict without further loss to your own people Demacia... To turn down this offer will be to sign the death warrents of many.... I await your choice. The death of a prince, the chance to claim my life... Or risk further deaths to your people."
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.
Xin Zhao looked to the figure on the ground, hearing the challenge that was just issued. It intrigued him - perhaps he could protect Demacia from falling! Looking around, others were busy preparing the defenses; everybody except for him.
Xin Zhao pointed at the man with his spear, before shouting at him.
"You there! I... I accept your challenge!"
He jumped down from the gates, landing in front of Azazel, looking at him with suspicious eyes. He was aware that the undead could attack him at any moment, but they seemed to not care.
"... Is there a catch to this? If I manage to best you, your army will leave the city?"
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