Post by Demacia's Wings on Mar 26, 2013 9:10:46 GMT -5
((Last OOC post because I don't want to clutter thread anymore: magic fire.
All seriousness: I said if the Ruined King didn't want rain, since it's technically their show, then they'll let me know and I'll change it. Otherwise... magic fire. :3 ))
Post by The Deathsinger on Mar 26, 2013 17:25:59 GMT -5
It was now time to rain death upon the living once more.
Karthus returned to the outskirts of Demacia in a flash of darkness. The Demacians would not be caught off-guard this time; The city appeared as a veritable steel wall. Oh how entertaining it would be to trap the Demacians within their own city and loose another horde of undead, but Karthus had other uses for his power in this battle, and did not want to spend it all so quickly.
Beside the point, the majority of his abominations that were created during the initial attack had retreated to the city's sewers, and laid dormant there, slaying any living who investigated but not leaving the tunnels. It would prove a nasty surprise should the Demacians hold up their defense, and a thorn in their side should they make a charge.
Karthus' glowing eyes flared ever brighter as he floated above the main force, the Eye of Shadows filled with positive energy and ready to fuel the Deathsinger's destructive magics.
[Karthus: floating over the main force; outside the city] [Karthus' abominations: scattered about the city's sewer system]
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.
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.
Xin Zhao got up, shaking his head a bit, before looking down to the yordle. He withdrew a bit, the Ambassador's words struck him true. Setting his spear to his side, he crouches down to talk to her.
"Ah, excuse me, Ambassador... ...Today the real battle begins, doesn't it?"
Xin Zhao tilted his head a bit, before standing up again. Poppy seemed to be wearing something different, but he didn't care much.
"Dressed for battle, eh? I will go check the defense at the walls, see you on the battlefield."
He left towards the gates of Demacia, hoping to eye on the defenses that the military had prepared in advanced. The rain poured down, but his will did not dampen.
Post by The Ruined King on Mar 27, 2013 4:16:44 GMT -5
The the Hex complete Azazel smiles to himself from beneath his hood. The pulsating shadowy robes seeping black mist around him as he moves through the silent legions. The pillars still gathering energy and there was not a thing the Demacian's could do to stop it. Unless they risked exiting the city, fighting through a horde of undead and crossing the hexed earth.
Without a doubt the summoners from the league would arrive today to fight the undead. But they were prepared.... All was falling into place. He moves through to the head of the horde, his voice sounding loudly as he announces,
"Your soil tainted, your farms in decay and your graves desecrated. Sacrifice your prince... Or more will die."
As if on queue, large crucifixes were raises along the front of the horde, the sound of human screams creating a loud chorus of agony... Simple farmers has been crucified and raised. Hundreds of crosses with crying Demacian citizens attached to them now circled the city,
"Look at how the suffer prince! Will you not end their agony? Will you continue to stand defiant when a simple walk is all that is required? Your people will continue to die in agony so long as you live!"
The Robes obscuring the summoners features ripple... His voice now seeming to mutate, [glow=black,2,300]"Continue to be stubborn Prince!"[/glow] The farmers begin crying out in desperation for their prince, their leader. The man who was sworn to protect them. [shadow=black,left,300]"Sacrifice yourself to us prince! And your people will suffer no more! You have today and tomorrow to decide. For on the third day, we will strike."[/shadow]
[Black Hex: Any living creature that exits the protection of the summoners barrier will feel their strength begin to drain. For ever 3 deaths, one will rise.]
[Crucified Citizens have been raised: They now scream in agony for their prince to sacrifice himself to save them.]
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.
Many of the summoners begin to tremble in fear. They do not stop their chant, but they look to the prince is desperation. Their facial expressions are pleading. He is immensely frustrated by these taunts. He knows they are to get under the people's skin and destroy their morale. "Concentrate! If that barrier falls, many people will be slaughtered." They all quickly look back and continue their chant. "Do not worry, justice will prevail."
Jarvan then stalks off to the direction of the palace. He tells every person he passes by to congregate in front of the palace immediately for an emergency meeting. He needed to make the best speech of his life to get his people into the fighting spirit. He needed all his high ranking officers at his side in order for this to work.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Mar 27, 2013 5:59:52 GMT -5
"They raise all that were laid to rest, corrupt our very land, and they expect us to BELIEVE that they will LEAVE if we give up our second in command? How dumb one must be to even try to believe that..." The commander of the Pathfinders was pulling a cart like the rest of them. He would keep running a handcart up and down between the gate and the centre, not only to supply it, but to also be able to oversee what was happening. And something did happen, two Pathfinders rushed to the commander and reported "Sir, we think there's sound coming from the sewers." The three rush to the place where the Commander spotted the general "These gentlemen think there are hostiles in the sewers, General Tahlem, what do we do sir?"
Lucas Brightshield: North East Wall Turret Pathfinder commander:Wall Pathfinders: spread amongst Demacia
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 Iron Ambassador on Mar 27, 2013 6:10:54 GMT -5
"One must be properly prepared for combat of this scale. I've created this armor during whatever free time I've had in the past years."
When Xin Zhao starts leaving for the walls, Poppy starts heading for the palace. No doubt Prince Jarvan would be somewhere in that area, preparing for the coming fight. She felt like talking with the Prince before the fighting begins, just to know the strategy for repelling the undead. Demacia would not fall.
Shyvana exited the barracks of the Demacian forces, having donned a new armor, one she had required be made for such an occasion. Her eyes were covered with a black helmet, seeing clearly through the holes. The black armor covered every part of her body, except the middle of her chest. Darkflames bellowed out of her gauntlets as she gripped them, with a roll of her shoulders, Shyvana set out for the Demacian walls.
Post by Victus Brightblade on Mar 27, 2013 14:36:55 GMT -5
Victus glared at the horde from the wall, raising one hand and one finger to the undead. They might not care, but it made Victus feel better.
He turned back to the 'soldiers' behind the gate.
"They feel no pain. They feel no emotion. They will not tire. They will not rest. You falter and you will die, but you will not falter. You are DEMACIANS! You persevere where all others turn away. You keep fighting when others would retreat. You will not hold back, you will not cease your attack, for this is YOUR HOME AND NONE SHALL TAKE IT FROM YOU!"
Victus raised his bastard sword up high to the cheers and the clangs of swords on shields.
Post by thegrandduelist on Mar 28, 2013 0:55:11 GMT -5
((Forgot, Location : Wall))
Fiora had joined some of the soldiers near the gate, she spotted Victus, greeting him briefly before turning her attention towards the army on the outskirts. Although irratated, she kept her anger in check. After all, how could she prove her craft was the best when she was dead?
"zey vill pay..." She muttered, glaring. Her arms were crossed as she waited for the next move.
Last Edit: Mar 28, 2013 17:06:20 GMT -5 by winzhao
Post by The Shadow of War on Mar 28, 2013 1:18:42 GMT -5
Location: Outside the Brightblade gate with the army, walking around the city walls.
The centaur was pleased with how this was going. While The Legion was silent, if one was quiet they would hear Hecarim's hooves as he simply patrolled around the city walls, looking up at the armored knight who had raised his finger to him and the army.
"That one falls to me." He muttered to himself silently, continuing his patrol of the outer wall.
Post by The Widowmaker on Mar 28, 2013 1:56:56 GMT -5
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?"
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