Post by The Ruined King on Mar 24, 2013 19:40:55 GMT -5
DAY 1: 1st April.
The undead horde had retreated from the city leaving thousands dead. Families broken and the city itself was littered with the bodies of the dead. Blood ran thick in the gutters staining the streets red. Before they had left the city The Ruined King had offered them a deal, sacrifice Prince Jarvan and the undead would retreat back to the isles. They had been given two days to choose what to do. Kill the prince, or risk even more loved ones being slaughtered and raised as undead servants.
Outside the city walls the undead horde gathered, the main force from the coast had arrived. Great war machines stood ready to obliterate the Demacian defences. Onagers, balista, seige towers and a few rams.
Then there were the undead themselves, looked to be raised from every era of Runeterra's history, Rakkor, Noxian, Urtistanian and even a few no one but the most dedicated of scholars would recognise. All ranging from simple infantry to phalanx hoplites to even a few beserkers. Then the beasts created upon the isles from the remains of almost any beast imaginable, great hulking behemoths ten feet tall made from blackened flesh and bleached bone. Where the horde stood, all decayed around it.
Large pillars spaced two mile apart were raised behind the legion of dead, made from corpse and stone alike seemed to be drawing in energy for some ritual. Any scouts that survived would report a summoner in black robes chanting.
The army itself was completely silent, not a single scream, shout or groan raised from the massive horde that now surrounded the city....
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 Tahlem Starr on Mar 25, 2013 1:39:52 GMT -5
The Demacians did not stand idle while a force camped outside their city. Legions of archers stood ready on the wall with fire arrows ready to burn the attackers. Swordsmen patrolled the walls, setting up spikes to line the walls. Arrow carts, Ballistas, and new machines from their allies at Piltover were being set up quickly, every war machine from the armory lining the city. Jon had given Tahlem a few small hextech tubes that fired a small explosive charge father distances than any of the weapons yet on the wall. "Morters" they were called and they would be put to the test if needed. The most important asset would be their summoners..a few they brought back from the institute just in case from the nocturne scare.
Carpenters and stone workers worked on the main gate, reinforcing it to be even stronger than before. On the wall above, oil pots were ready to burn undead at the gates.
The entire city rumbled with activity, all enforcing the wall and creating backup fortifications. Each city street was a modified fortress, the undead would have to take the city street by street if they even pass the wall. Every man, woman, and child who could fight was inducted into the military. The entire city would be fighting back, nationalism sprouting from the hatred of the Shadow Isles. Everyone who was not patrolling was training their hand at sword and bow. Janna's airship floated above, modified with cannons and aimed straight at the Shadow Isle army.
They would not go hungry either, large food stores were being brought out from the keep and rationed. They could hold for months and by then reinforcements would come from their allies.
Demacia was ready for a siege, and Justice would prevail.
Tahlem patrolled the wall, looking out to the undead army. Demacia was as quiet as their army..only war was on everyone's mind. He gave each man he came across on the wall a pat on the shoulder, getting a salute or nod in return. He stopped by a balista and looked out to the enemy army.
" We are ready....your army will crumble." He whispered to himself, standing silently in thought.
Last Edit: Mar 25, 2013 7:28:05 GMT -5 by Tahlem Starr
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Mar 25, 2013 5:33:45 GMT -5
((I'm going to make a very annoying request, but... Last time, especially as it progressed, I was getting more and more like: "Now who is [Censored] where?" Could you please atleast list where what is going on?))
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 Tahlem Starr on Mar 25, 2013 7:24:57 GMT -5
( We don't have a janna, was just using our assets that should already be in the city. Though, if you are firing at our airship you may as well just attack our wall. =P Also, Jon gave us those before we got attacked.)
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Mar 25, 2013 7:35:03 GMT -5
Inside the city's walls, in the Bandle City Embassy, Poppy was preparing. It was clear that combat would be approaching. And knowing how unknown the Isles were, she felt as if her usual armor might not be enough. Instead she dons an armor set she's been working on for a long while on the side.
The armor is colored metallic white and grey, and is made with extreme care. The chainmail is strong and flexible, yet looks almost like cloth with how tightly it is woven together. The edges of the armor plates protecting her vitals are colored golden yellow, making the armor look quite Demacian in total. Unlike usual, a helmet is also part of the armor. Dark grey in the middle, metallic grey and white on the edges. It also has been made specially for Poppy's use, as is proven by the fact that the helmet accommodates for her hair style without losing too much protection.
To top the armor off, a much larger shield than usual is in use. Nearly the width and length of a yordle, the shield is colored with the same scheme as the rest of the armor, and decorated with carvings on the front. Only thing that seemed to not have been subject to change, was her choice of weapon. As always, Whomper was with her. No other weapon would do for Poppy.
Having finished putting on the armor, Poppy lifts Whomper to her shoulder and carries the large shield in her off-hand as she walks out of the Embassy and into the streets of the city, prepared to show the Shadow Isles why some considered her a Paragon of Demacia.
((Basically, Battle Regalia with regular Whomper ;P))
Post by Victus Brightblade on Mar 25, 2013 14:23:49 GMT -5
Victus stood above the gate on the wall, his blade drawn and point resting on the ground. Though hidden in his helm, Victus's face was contorted by rage. The Barbarian called to him for blood and vengeance. The Knight held the Barbarian in check, but only just. The Knight wanted justice to be delivered for the unjust attack.
Victus turned from the horde and looked to the soldiers behind the gate. Men and women, some of which were poorly armed and armored.
"This is how I get my vengeance? I would be better off running in by myself." Victus muttered.
((I'm going to make a very annoying request, but... Last time, especially as it progressed, I was getting more and more like: "Now who is [Censored] where?" Could you please atleast list where what is going on?))
((I need people to post so I know where they are first. Please delete any OOC <3 ))
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.
Prince Jarvan IV stood in front of the college talking with a group of summoners. "Are you sure this barrier will work? Many lives are at stake." He crosses his arms in front of his chest.
"Yes my lord. It will act as a shield over Demacia. It will absorb all damage, and not let anything enter as long as it is up. Anything that touches it will be destroyed. Not even the Eternal Nightmare will be able to pass through. As long as the summoners still stand, so shall the shield." The head summoner takes a step forward and explains this.
Jarvan smiles, this was the secret defense they needed. He sent a silent thanks to his father for coming up with this brilliant plan. "Alright, then get to work. The attack will take place any minute."
"Yes my lord!" All of the summoners say this in unison and get into position. They hold their hands up to the sky and begin their chant. A blue light erupts from their hands and shoots into the sky. The light then forms and starts spreading towards the ground, making a dome around the city. Once the dome is complete, Jarvan stands guard of the summoners. Their chant must not be stopped.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Mar 25, 2013 18:55:06 GMT -5
Carts were going up and down the city streets. They stopped at Tailors, fletchers, anyone who could help arm or fortify the walls. The Demacian Pathfinders would be the power behind the sudden cart network. Fletchers and blacksmiths were working overtime, as a constant stream of flaming bolts and Ballista bolts was going between the workshops and the carts, which would then run up and down the Main Street to be divided over the walls. Braziers and Ballista parts were quickly being brought up and mounted by the occasional Engineer, ofcourse supported by the soldiers who made sure the engineer would be spending his time piecing together the ballista instead of walking up and down with the parts.
North-north-west wall stairs Lucas was running around together with another squadmate, pushing a cart which was actually meant for a beast of burden. But two humans would do if you could keep it balanced. The cart contained a number of braziers, the coals to fill the braziers, and two bags an engineer requested to be put at the small turret. Soon, the two men were carrying braziers up and down the stairs and onto their probably intended places. It didn't have to be exact, the crossbowmen who would use them would put them right.
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.
Xin Zhao was preparing himself for the next battle with the Shadow Isles, in his small chamber in House Lightshield. He polished his spear to a sheen, and put on his armor. He knew this battle would be a lot more brutal than last time, and Demacia had to be ready at all costs. He exited the room, and started walking down the streets of Demacia.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Mar 26, 2013 4:18:51 GMT -5
Having prepared herself, and noticing the friendly magic at work, Poppy nods to herself.The large shield was more unwieldy than her usual one, but it was manageable and more protective.
The city was quite peaceful in the civilian districts, partly because most of the populace was inside their houses due to the the threat outside the walls.
Then suddenly, Xin Zhao walks into her, her size making it highly likely for him to trip down over her, since he walked right into the shield.
"Greetings to you as well Seneschal. Hopefully you will be a bit more observant and prepared when the fighting begins instead of walking over anything smaller than yourself."
Her tone slightly mocking, making it hard to see whether it was meant as some type of joke or as a serious note.
Post by The Ruined King on Mar 26, 2013 6:00:24 GMT -5
People: Location: Poppy Streets. Xin Zhao Streets. Lucas Brightshield North-north-west wall stairs Jarvan Magic College, center city. Victus Brightblade Wall upon, Gate. Tahlem Wall.
Legion (Entity) Mixed in with the main army surrounding the walls. Azazel Behind the main force chanting a incantation. Eastern. Hecarim Yet to post.
Please, post which areas you are in. I don't want to keep having to make a list, when the main battle is initatied, by either me or if Jarvan for some reason chooses to sally forth, then new threads will be made for each area. If your character is to enter these battles and is not at the area at the time, I request you wait a while before posting your arrival.
Azazel stood, black robes pulsated with darkness around him. His chant in the shadow speak tongue, the language known only to those with obsolute power over death. He was gathering power.... Black runes etched into the earth around him began to glow as he whispered the words. Slowly, lines of black magic stretched out from the dark summoner-knight, snaking towards the Demacian city through the legion of dead.
The lines themselves were more cosmetic than anything, not really needed but showed clearly what was happening. Azazel was preforming unsanctioned rune magic, The Black Hex. Known only to the most dedicated of summoners who had delved deep into the forbidden magics. It's purpose, to drain the energy of the living making them weaker than normal. For every three mortals killed within it's influence, one would rise as apart of the legion to fight against its brothers and sisters it once served with. However, as its influence snaked towards the city it hit the barrier the demacian summoners had erected and was essentially stopped in its tracks, though it did not enter the city, any who exited would feel its power immediatly.
The large pillars made of corpse and metal that stood behind the horde were gathering an energy of their own... What for however, was known only to Azazel and The Ruined King.
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.
((Just as a quick note, the board stretches if you use lines of unbroken text such as those dashes. Try not to put too many in to stop the whole thing from stretching out. [: ))
Post by Demacia's Wings on Mar 26, 2013 8:16:18 GMT -5
Valor had flown himself up to spy beyond the city walls, his sharp eyes gleaning every inch of the ritual and the strange figures who were surrounding something. There were many things, creatures Valor had never seen before. He wanted to take a closer look, but somehow he knew that even the skies would not protect him. The green that once surrounded Demacia's countryside was nothing but a blackened pit of corruption.
Valor turned his gaze towards the village, a thin stream of smoke rising and his wing beats flapped stronger as he gave himself some height. But the dark mist was obscuring his vision, the rain pounding much too strong and he could not see. Quinn was terribly close to the gates, too close for comfort, but there were others nearby. He landed on a nearby ledge, sheltering himself from the downpour as he tucked his wings in. He would watch and wait, ready to notify Quinn of any sudden movement.
((Location of Quinn is near the city gates. Also if you don't want it to be rainy, let me know. Just that it's apparently raining in the other thread.))
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