"Yes, indeed, Ambassador. Yukiko's sacrifice... will not be in vain. I will be more careful with my life this time, I promise." Xin Zhao's voice was not kidding around, his tone was serious. The one that was dear to him had been lost to the war, in return for his life, that heroic deed would never be forgotten, and Xin Zhao planned to hunt her to the ends of the earth, just to tell her about his feelings now.
He turned to the battlefield, standing straight. His eyes glazed over the scene, and he shuddered at the thought. The fear from the battle was still instilled in his mind, that would take a while to disappear - perhaps not.
"The worst thing I fear right now is that Yukiko will be turned against us - Demacia. Perhaps I will have to face her. I do not know, only the future can tell." He mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for others to hear. He shook his head, his emotions mixed up. His morale had not died down, however, he felt that it was more necessary to fight than ever.
Yukiko, wherever you are, whatever you become... I will find you, and I will take you back, no matter the cost.
Xin Zhao forced himself not to shed a tear, but his eyes were misty. He couldn't suppress his emotions as well, hopefully it would not affect him in battle.
"I have a score to settle with Azazel. The last battle with him taught me much, he showed me some of his tricks. If I could devise a plan against him I may have an advantage."
The problem was, he had no idea how to counter dark magics such as that. It was all too real, he was helpless in that scene. It was a shameful display, one he planned to make up for.
Jarvan stood tall at the wall, inspecting Demacia's foes. He remembered his many battles. Some were easy and the enemy was snuffed out completely. Others were a struggle, victory was hard to accomplish. The battle many years ago where his men were destroyed and he was taken captive came to mind.
The prince remembered the agony of the physical and mental torture they put him through. He remembered far too well the wicked blades they used to cut into his flesh, many of them maimed him and left scars. An unneeded reminder of the pain he had to endure. He thought of Swain, when he was still a colonel, laughing at his foolishness. He put a hand over his face, even after all these years the memory still haunts him. He hears Garen's voice as he speaks to the others and looks up.
Garen, his most trusted friend. The man who saved Jarvan from the hell the Noxians were putting him through. Demacians are strong-willed people, who spit in the face of injustice. He regained his tall stance, a new fire in his spirit.
He hears Xin speaking of Azazel's weaknesses and a plan began to stir within him. "Seneschal. Glad to see you still have the Demacian fighting spirit. Let us hear of what you learned from your battle with him."
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Apr 6, 2013 23:14:49 GMT -5
"Dammit, we don't have time..." Gillam muttered under his breath. As he began to hear more and more of the Shadow Islander's chants, he quickened his slow limping pace, grunting as his bad foot came in contact with the cobblestone streets. Suddenly, he stopped, swiveling his head back and forth through the cold Demacian air.
"Do you think...it was a trick? An illusion?" Gillam slowly nodded his head. "Yes...that must be it... Victus, I believe we are done here...although..." Gillam's mind was most definitely not made up, and both of these thoughts collided in his head.
"Victus, you should return to the wall. Since I am wounded, I will be less of a necessity at the wall. I will continue to search for the source of that scream..."
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Post by Victus Brightblade on Apr 7, 2013 0:13:24 GMT -5
"May your blade stay sharp, Lordling." Victus said with a salute of his blade.
He replaced his helm and made his way back to the wall. The Barbarian knew where his foes were. Best go to them and fight on his terms. Meet them head on.
He was rather surprised to see Xin Zhao walking about on top of the wall with the Prince and an oddly armored dwarf who could only be the yordle ambassador, Poppy. He gave the Prince a short bow before removing his helm. "Lord Dunwall is investigating odd noises within the city. It appears the dead are not in the city, but on its walls. Seneschal, the dead are many things, but lying about your death would be foolish and that is not their nature. What did I miss?"
Post by The Shadow of War on Apr 9, 2013 7:10:09 GMT -5
Hecarim only nodded as his king had given him an order: Show Azazel why you do not cross the Shadow or his liege. The summoner knight had crossed the line by making that challenge, even though he had slain the Seneschal and shown Demacia that even their greatest can fall... it wasn't the plan. And for that, he had to be taught a lesson.
The centaur Stepped slowly to the tornado that was swirling with Azazel inside of it, he plunged his weapon into it and Azazel, sending the essence of war he was gaining strength from into him. The summoner-knight would feel agonizing pain as the halberd was sent into him, no physical damage could be seen... but if his fellow undead were to watch they would know what was happening, all of the blood that was being spilled among the Demacians and the feelings of war they harbored for the Isles with their attack was being sent into Azazel and clearly he couldn't handle it. The agony they were suffering was too much for his soul and would kill him if he continued.
Just as he felt Azazel about to slip from this world and into the next, to be free of serving their king and into the afterlife they all sought, he pulled his halberd out and slammed it on the ground making the tornado disappear and Azazel fall to the ground with a heavy thud. He then swiftly brought his halberd onto his back, making him cough a heavy amount of blood before speaking down to him like a insect loud enough for those on the wall and his fellow undead to hear.
"If you were as powerful as you believe yourself to be, taking the essence of war would have been simple for you. But instead you nearly fell before it, the next time you DARE to undermine my authority and defy the king i WILL kill you, regardless of what role you think you have to play in this invasion. You are to learn your place and do your duty. DO YOU UNDERSTAND AZAZEL? Now on your feet. We are not finished here."
Turning his gaze once again to those on the wall the centaur pointed his halberd with his spirit-flames burning brighter than ever. "Your time is running short Demacians."
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Apr 9, 2013 13:15:33 GMT -5
Poppy merely observes the scene before her, within the undead ranks below. It would seem that there are tensions between the creatures. Excellent... that could serve to aid Demacia's defense. She then turns to the three Demacian champions next to her.
"Indeed, knowing what they are capable of would be quite a powerful weapon to use against them. However... from the looks of it, the 'Shadow of War' does not like the knight that Xin Zhao fought. Perhaps a crack in their ranks? Possibility to break their strength? What do you three think?"
She holds her hammer against her left shoulder without care for it's weight as usual, while holding the large shield in front of her with her right hand. Every thought could be valuable, every piece of knowledge could save lives...
Post by thenighttwins on Apr 9, 2013 19:19:07 GMT -5
((I feel silly for doing this. Oh well, Lady Fiora, protect me ^^))
Daniella placed her hands on the floor, bracing herself upward. If anyone far away saw her, they would believe she was just getting back up. Upon closer inspection, she had a wide grin on. She began to giggle, eventually she had to cover her mouth with her hand and the other wrapped around her stomach. Her laughter soon became a bit audible, it was the laugh of pure insanity. When the laughter receded, she continued her path, only to begin running to her destination. Where ever it was, that is. Although it was clear, Daniella had lost control and Dani had begun her play.
Garen turned to face Xin Zhao, surprised at the Senschal's sudden return. It seemed a miracle that Xin stood before them again, the Lich suspiciously true to his word. Had Garen not seen the grim transfer himself, he would never have thought such an exchange to be so... easy. Garen's face remained impassive as he studied the Seneschal, wondering momentarily. The Seneschal seemed to be fine physically, although the stress of the last fight could still be seen upon his features. Garen had seen his comrades fall many a time on the Fields of Justice, and had been slain himself admittedly, but he imagined the experience of true death was something else entirely.
Initial doubt passing, Garen's brow furrowed. He had a mind to reprimand Xin Zhao himself, whether it be his place to or not. But any half-formed rebuke faded into the background when he heard Xin's question. The way that last remark almost pleaded with him gave Garen fresh cause for concern.
"Yukiko. The half-dragon?" He reasoned, the half-dragon had been a close friend at least, perhaps even more than that to Xin. Garen lay a hand on Xin's shoulder before Poppy gave him the news. He could understand Yukiko's importance now, and the reason she had so adamantly defended the Seneschal's body. This man had suffered enough today.
"You will have your chance to make amends, Seneschal. First we must protect the city, and send this evil back to whence it came." He affirmed, looking disdainfully out at the horde of undead.
The daunting spectral figure of Hecarim stepped forward, causing Garen to stir, wondering what the creature was up to. The duelist was in view, and Hecarim made his intentions clear by running the man through with his weapon. Such a display was unsightly to say the least, torturing one's own men into submission. This was what the rule of the undead entailed: either becoming a mindless drone in their army of the damned, or forced to obey out of fear. There was no loyalty here, only terrified obedience to the next highest power. It disgusted Garen all the more, determined to drive such filth from his homeland. Everything these invaders were was an affront to what Demacia stood for, and he would not let it go unchecked.
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