Post by The Grey Knight on May 11, 2013 15:49:27 GMT -5
Tormund gripped the cold hilt of the cursed blade, Blame.
As he walked away from the Knight pitying him, it began as a very low hum. The blade itself was macabre in nature with very cruel etchings upon it. The hilt and handle of the weapon were engraved with detailed etchings of a human face screaming out in pure agony. The six foot long blade was long enough that it could stand as one with the darkness.
He extended The Barbarian King’s blade out towards Tryndamere and then Tormund’s world was engulfed with screaming, accusations. Every mistake, every failing. He could hear nothing but the awful voices. Blood began to trickle ever so slightly out of the Barbarian’s ears as the weapon began to deafen him with its foul nature.
“Accusation that silences and deafens.” “Deeds that leave lasting wounds and stain the soul.”
Post by radientdawn on May 11, 2013 23:27:53 GMT -5
Leona's breathing was shallow, as was her heart beat... she seemed to be in some hibernation state, her body shutting down everything it deemed unnecessary to conserve energy, and keep the heart pumping. Though, even as she was unconscious, Leona found herself in a place surrounded by darkness.
She blinked, looking around for any source of light. "Am I dead?" She said quietly, looking herself over expecting to find fatal injuries, but finding none. She wasn't in her armor, she was in an old dress that she wore at the Solari temple, it puzzled her. Then a flash of light engulfed her and she was standing in the middle of a room, surrounded by all of her friends she had watched die on Targon
Leona's eyes widened slightly as she looked around at the smiling faces, she was sixteen again, and her friends looked as if they hadn't a care in the world. "I..." was all Leona managed to choke out as tears rolled down her face. One of her friends stepped forward, Aella, and gently placed her hands over the Solari's. "It's okay." The young girl said, smiling brightly. "We forgive you." It was then that all of her deceased friends wandered over to her and embraced her.
Leona was taken aback slightly as she was hugged from all directions, but all she could do was smile and return it as best she could, tears still trailing down her face. "You did a good job." Aella said again, smiling.
"I let you all down though." Leona said, shaking her head. "I.. I failed you.." A boy stepped forward, Baal, placing his arm on her shoulder. "No... you didn't fail us, you protected us, you made sure we had a chance." Leona simply smiled and wiped her eyes, hugging the boy in front of her. "Thank you... all of you.." She said quietly. Aella smiled and took Leona's hands again after she finished hugging Baal.
"I want you to promise me something." The young girl said, looking down her hands as she placed them over Leona's. "Anything." Leona said, looking at the girl before her. "You have to forgive yourself." The young girl said, looking from her hands and into Leona's eyes. Leona frowned, a look of sadness coming over her face. "I... I don't know if I can.." She said quietly, looking down at the floor. "Yes, you can." Aella replied, tilting Leona's head up. The young girl smiled "Please? For us?" Leona looked around at all of her friends and smiled before nodding her head.
"...Okay... I will forgive myself." The group let out a cheer and all embraced her once more. Even as Leona lay unconscious, tears would slide down her face, and she would smile.... even in near death, there is a silver-lining, at least, for Leona.
Post by Piltover Medical Corps on May 12, 2013 1:14:42 GMT -5
Pvt. Heffron
Still carrying Leona's rather heavy gear on his back, Pvt. Heffron pondered the fight they had just gone through, and turned down to take what he intended to be a quick glance at Leona... but something was off.
Her face seemed to be seeing things that weren't there... her mind must have moved on. Her body may still be here... but what she thought what she was seeing wasn't.
...it seemed as if the battle did ultimately claim her... her body could be fixed, but if her mind went, there was nothing that could be done.
'...don't worry, miss. You're in a better place now, wherever you are...' was all he could think of, his right eye beginning to slightly water, realizing she was essentially gone - she might as well just be a shell; the body still there, but the mind off to whatever afterlife awaited her.
However, Heffron noticed something about Leona at the end...
...she was smiling. And teary.
She wasn't destined to move on just yet, it seemed. She was going to make it, after all. Both physically, and mentally.
At this, Heffron could only offer a small smile himself, and a chuckle with it. A tear came out of his right eye as he was silently, yet happily, shown wrong about his initial conclusion.
"Well, miss... you're a helluva girl. And I think all of us can respect that. And... I suppose we all salute you, too," he stated simply, quiet so that only Leona - if her mind was able to register it - could hear.
The medics carrying her stopped to check how they were going to climb the cliff, he did a rather surprising gesture; still carrying her gear, he snapped at attention, looking at Leona... and saluted.
It was only for a second, but for a medic to have given such respect... well, it ever happened before, in all honesty.
Regardless, he was glad that at least she would be able to be around for the next fight...
...because Valoran still needs its heroes, and when they're called back... they need to be ready.
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
Post by Tormund Hammerbearer on May 16, 2013 3:55:17 GMT -5
The pain he felt was sudden and intense, filling his mind with a dreadful cacophony of voices. The voices cursed at him, the noise drowning his mind with pain. Every enemy he had killed, every life he didn't save, every person he miss treated and every child he ever sired but never say, all cursing for his blood.
Tormund fell to his knees on the ground, dropping the cursed blade as he clutched his head in pain at the constant noise of his failures.
It was only until she felt the heat reach her eyes did she have barely enough time to turn, shielding her gaze from the blinding light on the blood splattered snow. The hair on the back of her neck prickled, her good hand gripping at her other arm tightly, as if she was afraid it would be blown off. What remained was a smell so pungent, Ashe turned with what remained of her tattered cloak pulled up over her mouth and nose to inspect the damage.
A large crater in which she could see no corpse, but smell it and metal scattered around the point of impact. She noticed that the Piltover Medical Corps. had already rushed over to attend to Leona. Ashe had only glimpsed the Dawn's simple grace spread across her visage as the tremendous power was hurled into the body of the Grey Knight. She did not have time to return the expression, her whole body tense as she watched Leona fall to the ground.
Then the whispers, so faint that she could have mistaken it for something less sinister. But Ashe could feel the pure evil that radiated from it, and she looked for the source, almost frantically. Tryndamere and his barbarian companion, both struggling with their blades - something was taking them over, and she could only watch. No, she would not. Ashe moved before she realized she was, skidding down the slope and towards her King. She knew better than to touch the sword, to break it. She knew better than to approach him, however much she knew it would have been right to.
"Tryndam... my king," she called cautiously. Tormund had collapsed to the ground, the sword falling to his side and his hands clutching at his skull. Though however anxious the Archer was, she would not panic. But what could she do? Magic was not her forte. She stepped towards Tryndamere, but her words were uncertain. "Do not lose yourself here," was all she could manage.
Post by barbarianking on May 18, 2013 21:44:29 GMT -5
Tryndamere watched as his friend was overcome by the very same force that enraged him not five minutes prior. Getting to his feet, The Barbarian King retrieved his royal blade and hastily made his way over to Tormund who had dropped the cursed sword. Now standing over it, Tryndamere raised his own blade and thrust it into the face that was engraved on the accursed sword. As he forced his steel into it, he shouted out. "EVIL BEGONE."
His blade pierced through the corrupt metal of the Void's, hopefully destroying the sword and ending its effects. After the deed was done, he fell backwards into the snow, blood still gushing out of his thigh. With one deep breathe, he released all the rage he had worked up from the fight, slowing his blood flow, and preventing further blood loss. Tryndamere looked up from the cold ground as his eyes slowly started to close.
~~~~~~~~ Tryndamere ~~~~~~~~ Health: 70% (Lowered from constant blood loss. Now stable.) Rage: 0% (Released to slow down heart rate.)
Post by The Grey Knight on May 19, 2013 1:53:02 GMT -5
The blade was not sundered by Tryndamere's might. The blade had withstood the explosion just as Tryndamere's had. The blow clanged off the metal but didn't pierce and didn't wholly seem to be effective. The wicked blade sat silently in the cold snow.
It's twin was a distance away yet, an identical blade.
(Perhaps let the Institute of War handle the evil relics?)
“Accusation that silences and deafens.” “Deeds that leave lasting wounds and stain the soul.”
Post by The Winter's Wrath on May 20, 2013 18:14:25 GMT -5
Sejuani circled back around and promptly shielded her eyes from the intense blast. When the dust settled there was a crater and smoke. The evil presence of the creature could be felt yet. If it wasn't dead she would ensure that the damned creature was promptly incinerated. She rushed over, urging Bristle forth.
Her hated foe had been injured and it seemed that more panic would ensue as she rushed over to "The Barbarian King." and one of the Freljordian chieftains. He seemed to be in intense pain, something clearly was affecting his mind.
"...I trust you can take hold of the situation while I find someone who can help him. Don't touch anything else." She stated before riding off towards the village. She hadn't bothered with the crater, she would assume that someone would need to purify it or destroy whatever remained of the beast.
Ashe watched, her hand clasped to her chest as Tryndamere let out a furious roar. His words were drowning in her ears, the syllables rushing past. The sword which the Barbarian used to destroy the dark blade appeared to be useless; the weapon itself radiated pure hatred, and Ashe was not surprised. But she was more concerned, if anything else, when her King collapsed, his back hitting the snow and Ashe found herself moving quicker. The white stained with red crimson blossomed by the male's side, blood seeping from his wound.
She placed a hesitant hand on his forehead, Tryndamere's eyelids flickering as if bordering consciousness. "Tryndamere," she said at first, softly. The Archer couldn't find the words, knowing they would do the Barbarian King no good. Her hand came up, unfastening her cloak before dragging the cloth over to cover the male's bare upper half. Ashe then scooped up some snow, murmuring something before pressing the clump into the wound in an attempt to still the profuse bleeding. She did not respond as another Freljordian approached, her eyes fixated on Tryndamere's face, waiting.
Post by Tekun Valos on May 28, 2013 0:59:45 GMT -5
Tekun rushed over after the battle had settled. The warrior ignored the the crater the dawn had made. When things appeared to have settled more calamity struck. A cheiftan went down, dropping to his knees and his king seemed to have been afflicted by...something before passing out. His eyes locked upon Sejuani as she passed. As much as he disliked her there would be time for discussion later.
He re-holstered the weapon and moved to assist Ashe with the damage. His eyes looking to Tormund before looking back towards the group who had been treating Leona.
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