Escorted by two summoners, the immortal fallen angel walks through the snow towards the sound of battle. By all means she should be frozen solid with what she was wearing, yet oddly she was barely showing any sighs the cold was effecting her. Both summoners were wrapped in thick cloaks to protect themselves against the cold, their features hidden beneath their drawn hoods.
Morgana's eyes shot up towards the image of her sister, apparently shielding the humans against the creatures of the void. The summoners on either side of her seem to notice and look at each other, their words silent as they spoke through a form of telapathy. Morgana smirks...
She had originally gone to the institute in order to track down her sister, reasons known only to herself. Yet she had been infromed the Judicator had gone north to fight against the void invasion, hearing this caused a plan to formulate in the Fallen Angels mind, a way to get back at the tyrant who sought to strip her race of their freedom. The summoners, believing two immortals would be better than one, requested Morgana's aid on the condition she was escorted by two silver rank summoners to keep her in check while around her sister.
They had arrived late however, the fight had already begun and Morgana was quiet far from the front vanguard. Constant questions about Noxus and what was going inside the walls had irriated her for the whole trip... Morgana had plans and now it was time to put them into motion. A dark purple blue shield forms around Morgana, enough to protect her from any void creature that somehow broke through, flanked on both sides by summoners she makes her way forwards towards the bulk of the fighting... Her eyes glowing more than usual as she keeps an eye on Kayle in the sky.
Tal'Zak was getting frustrated when he sensed three beings of magical power off on their own...wait...just two....weird...(Black Shield rendered Morgana magically immune and disguised her mana). Still, two mages would be good to kill.
Tal'Zak retreated far back into the horde and worked his way around, lining up an assault on the purple robed men and the...winged humaniod....she was a mage...AND SHE HID FROM HIM?...This had to be investigated....let them become distracted....then strike...Either her blood or her talk would reveal this...flaw in his vision.
Morgana moves slowly, her skirt pushed throught the snow as she moved, her eyes glowing a dull magenta hue as she focused upon the front line. By now she was almost within range, the summoners on either side of her uneasy, knowing full well how crafty the creatures of the void could be. They were however confident in their magical ability, not that they showed it. This was to be their first full scale battle, and it was with the void no less. They stayed close to Morgana, eyes flicked around studying their surroundings.
Morgana stopped a smirk on had snuck upon her lips her, she spoke quietly to the summoners, "Keep me covered... This will only take a moment..."
Magenta feiry energy rose around her, the black magical shield crackled from the magical interference yet held fast her eyes trained upon the creatures on the front line. It would take some time, but she was confident, this far back nothing would be able to strike her or the summoners before she was aware. The spell she was quietly chanting under her breath would be felt almost radiating energy from her being, the bulk of it blocked by her shield, yet it would still be felt faintly.
In reality, it was a slighty altered version of her Soul Shackel spell... The power it required however was greater therefor the cast time was longer. It would rip the soul out of a creature she was focused on...
The summoners watched the main battle, expecting a threat to come from the horde. Tal'Zak came from behind. His tail reached forward and grabbed a summoner by the throat and Tal'zak was on him in an instant, going to rip his throat out.
((edited because in hindsight, it was a bit much.))
Last Edit: Mar 25, 2013 18:53:17 GMT -5 by Tal'Zak
The summoner struggles and gasps in the creature's grip. His eyes flash a light cyan and a barrier flares up inbetween himself and the creature, though in his haste to save himself the barrier was not strong and only hindered the beast for a mere moments. Those moment's however were all that were needed.
Morgana spins to see what was going on, her skirt kicking up the powdery snow around them. She lets out a hiss of anger, her focus moved from the front lines to those infront of her, two summoners and a creature.
One summoner about to be torn to pieces while the other looked to be preparing a counter attack... It was to late to change what was about to happen, magenta chains lashoutwards attaching themselves to both summoners and the creature who had assaulted them. Morgana's spell had been intended for a different target altogether, but because of the creature's assault, the focus of the spell had been shifted.
She growls, it wasn't what she wanted but it will do. As this spell was meant to reach as far as the front lines, simply moving away wasn't going to break the leash.
The summoners scream in agony as the chains burn through their physical form and hook into their very souls. The void creature would also feel himself effected... If he didn't find away to escape, his soul would be torn from his body.
Tal'Zak screeched loudly, feeling his soul warping and twisting as Morgana's spell worked its horrible magics. Tal'Zak hoped that he was heard by his brethren, but, having fought many mages in the past on various worlds, he recognized one detail about this spell, this one was no servant of the light. This was one who valued herself.
"Darkwing....You seek my blood...Why?...Why killllsssss....when I can give....." Tal'Zak unleashed another shriek. "I can get you to my masters, and they will grant you power! Does that not interest you, Darkwing? RELEASE ME! Release me and I will take you to those who can empower to rival...no...to overpower....to DESTROY any mage on this world. On ANY world!"
Tal'Zak tightened up into a ball, his strength fading swiftly. "Make your choice... to die with the damned...or to rise above them all...."
Post by The Cryophoenix on Mar 30, 2013 1:14:53 GMT -5
On wings of wrath, Anivia tore between the alpine peaks of the Ironspike Mountains, urging her crystalline body faster with every even beat of her wings. The air shimmered before her as she allowed a modicum of her power to ease her passage forward, blurring her vision of the pristine landscape with swimming shapes and half-formed shadows. She closed her eyes. For 23 years, she had called this land her own, watched over and protected it from any signs of harm. Yet fate had forced her from that home, and in her absence, true shadows had befallen the land.
A glimpse through a portal was all she had seen, but it was enough to see the taint and corruption of... nothingness that is the Void. So many believed that fire was the Cryophoenix’s enemy, an opposite that could undo what she was. Yet fire was nothing but another face of the world’s magic. The Void could spell be the world’s end entirely.
She opened her eyes as she approached Sejuani’s base camp, taking in the situation from above. From the sagging bodies of crushed voidlings, a thick ooze dyed the battlefield purple, besmirched only by the crimson blood of fallen defenders. At least there was enough warning for defenders to come.
Removed from the battle proper, a flash of magenta magic caught the Phoenix’s eye. Three figures stood out against the pristine snow, linked together by the unmistakable soul-rending power of Morgana’s magic: A void creature, a summoner, and the Fallen Angel herself. There was little time to act. With a single call into the winter air, she folded her wings sleekly against her body and dove to enter the fray.
As she neared the scuffle she was forced to make a choice between three lives that hung in the balance. Two summoners writhed in incomprehensible pain, while a voidling unlike any she had seen curled upon itself still gripping a summoner’s body. Attacking the Angel may break the shackles, but leaving both summoners defenseless against the voidling could only make it more of a threat. Attacking the creature could do little to save the summoners from Morgana’s magic.
Only one choice could be justified. She leveled herself, screaming past snow drifts as she readies her talons to grab onto her prey. With a resounding thud, she sinks her talons remorselessly deep into the lone summoner’s shoulders and rips him off his feet. She allowed her momentum to carry them both from the Fallen Angel before snapping her wings open, beating furiously against the increased load, realizing belatedly that there was no way to know if distance could even save poor man in her clutches.
Morgana's eyes flare a deep pink as she begins pulling the chains, the screams of the summoner's agony causing her to cringe. They were innocent, but they had been caught in the crossfire. She continues to pull ignoring the Void creatures words, she had already scared herself once in a desperate struggle to gain more power, she was not about to do it again so blindly. Especially with something from the void.
The summoner's eyes and mouth ignite with a bright magenta glow as their souls are slowly ripped from their bodies. Morgana barely hears the sounds of furious wings, a flash of cyan and one of the summoners disappear in a flurry of snow. Her purple hair whips violently as the snow and air is violently disturbed by the Cryophoenix, Morgana keeps focused on the void creature.
The summoner in Anivia's talons struggles to get free, afraid he was about to be torn apart by some monstrous creature of the void. The chain connecting Morgana to him flashes brightly as it is stretched outwards, it looks to ignite with pink fire as it strains to stay attached to his soul. As if suddenly paralyzed the summoner simply goes limp, a pink ghostly image of the summoners naked form phases through his physical from, the chains attached to the summoner looking to be impaling the souls manifestation. Pink tendrils of mist attach the ghostly image to the summoners physical form, the soul's features contorted in agony is it is hauled away.
However, as Anivia continues to fly, the chain breaks with a violent explosion of dark purple and pink light, the soul snaps back into the physical form of the summoner causing him to convulse in the Cryophoenix's grip. It seems she had saved him, but the cost on his mind would be heavy.
By now, the summoner left with the void creature and Morgana had gone limp. His soul ripped out about the time Anivia had severed the link with the other. It had been the same, his naked magenta ghostly apparition was impaled by the chain that connected with the physical body. However, instead of being saved, his soul began to look as though it were sand being blown towards Morgana, the small specs of his soul being broken down and absorbed into Morgana's own body increasing her power. His cries echoing far until suddenly falling silent.
The void creatures soul was about to do the same, already it was almost pulled completely from the body. Morgana's teeth were bared at the void creature, magenta eyes boring into it with a look of raw fury across her face. The creature would fall here, then she could begin the work she came to do.
Post by The Cryophoenix on Mar 30, 2013 20:54:25 GMT -5
Anivia climbed long and hard, ignoring the summoner’s weak protests. Even after he ceased to struggle, she continued forging ahead. Is this a dead man that I carry onward, or has his torment ended? Risking a glance below her, she finds herself face to face with the faint image of the man’s soul, skewered by magical chains stretched to their limit. A flash of magenta light heralded the spell’s failure, and with the summoner’s convulsion, Anivia knew that she had done all she could for the man.
The relief was shortly followed by an outpouring of confusion. Why would Morgana use such a deadly skill when she had so much arcane power at her fingertips. Had the summoner’s also been corrupted by the Void as well? A drop of blood slid from the frozen crust on her talons, bringing her back to the moment to hand. She had no idea what damages the summoner may have sustained from the soul magic, but she knew it was only a matter of time before hypothermia and blood loss sealed his fate.
Anivia glanced back at the Fallen Angel as she bore the man more gingerly toward the medics, unsure whether Morgana was a force to be feared or aided in this battle. Burdened as she was, Anivia could do little in either case.
The now souless summoner didn't react to the void creatures desperate strikes that tore deep into his flesh. Blood gushed from his mouth as his throat and chest were cut to ribbons causing the snow to stain crimson. Yet the body simply stayed still it's face twisted into a silent scream of agony. Organs and bone now grounded and broken into pulp my the savage voidling that tore at it.
Morgana's eyed were trained upon the voidling, his screeching sounded like nails on a chalk bored, as the tail flew at her however her attention snaps to the apendage, she let out a cry of suprise. She tried to move, the tail still impaling her shoulder rather deeply. With an agonised cry she hauls upon the chain, the pink tendrils of mist connecting the void creatures soul with his physical form breaking away with a flash of magenta light. The soul itself begining to fade, now shackled to Morgana she would be able to call upon it to do as she willed... The void creature was now, by all means dead.
She stumbles... The magical shield around her wavering, its tail still lodged into her shoulder, her blood seeping from the wound and trickling down her arm into the snow. Squeezing her eyes shut she grips the tail and rips it out sending another shower of blood splattering to the snow...
She slumps down her eyes squeezed shut. Still very much alive, but in terrible amounts of pain.
Ashe had long since left the hilltop, but she had distanced herself safely from the battle. Tekun and his Preserver force had tactfully spread apart, but as she watched her arrows hit every Voidling she aimed at, she saw even more of her own warriors fall beneath the overwhelmingly sharp claws of the invaders. The Champions of the League had clashed in their own battles, but the Frost Archer's intuition forced her bow to stop in mid air, though her arrow had already found its mark. A presence she was incredibly uncertain about had entered the fray, something both suppressed yet simmering beneath the surface. She took a step back, her arm and hand whisking to the side to signal the soldiers by her. "Position yourself." She gave no mention to reason, but the men did not question her. They nodded quickly and took their weapons to a more hidden spot.
Her eyes pierced the scene, the bodies, the blood, the screams and gurgles, then to the side and the robes of silver and the magenta dress. Her gaze narrowed before following the figure's line of sight to the angelic being in the sky. There could only be one creature that would be so infatuated with the Judicator. Ashe uttered her name beneath her breath, her lips moving against the stiff cold, but she did not move. Though the Void's presence was persistent, Morgana was neither on that side nor on this side. She highly doubted the fallen angel would be here to assist Freljord against the invaders.
Ashe drew the string on her bow once again, the glimmering shards of five arrow heads forming on the wooden bases before letting loose the entire group of projectiles simultaneously into a rearing beast's mouth. It balked once, choking as the ice spread into its maw, black blood pouring from its gums before it teetered, falling to the ground with a twitch. Ashe turned, readying herself for another volley, but her stance froze as the sudden jump of a creature took her off guard.
She pivoted again, her cloak fluttering to the side as the razor claws came down into the snow next to her. But her footing was firm, this environment twisting to her as the Void creature stumbled and scrabbled on the slope. It opened its mouth to roar, but the second Ashe caught a glimpse of the toothless orifice, a thick, barbed tongue came whipping out. She barely had time to move when the claws of the appendage caught onto her wrist, wrapping around her arm and snaking its way up. It dug into her clothes, her arm and the Archer bit her lip as the pain convulsed through her frame. It rendered her entire limb immobile, but one signal from her free hand and the creature found its back being peppered by steel arrows. The spittle that flew from its mouth seared into Ashe's front, burning the fabric and her skin beneath it but an arrow was already being formed in the palm of her hand. Her eyes were glowing a light blue, her hand shaking as she grasped the base and brought it straight down into the muzzle of the beast. The tendril loosened, the body falling to the ground.
An unearthly scream ripped through her ears at that moment and Ashe, who was still breathing heavily, took the chance to glance to the side. Purple tendrils were snaking over what was once a human form and the form of another creature from the Void. It was happening too fast, the icy beat of Anivia's wings barely heard as the streak of crystal came down to grasp the Summoner by his shoulders, pulling him away with near urgency. Morgana's attempt seemed to fail as the energy imploded on itself, the firework of strange colors almost blinding the Archer as she shut her eyes. But the battle did not seem to be nearing its end quite yet. She saw the tail whip, imbedding into Morgana's shoulder while its body continued to wither away. Ashe did not wait, she snatched up her bow and sprinted towards the fallen one.
Morgana had already pulled the weapon from her wound, slumping to the ground just as Ashe approached. There were patches of burnt flesh all around her collar and neck but she paid it no attention. The pain was numbing, but it seemed like the Fallen Angel was feeling it so much more. Morgana clearly wasn't here to help the Void, but nor was she here for Freljord. The former fact, however, was enough. She slung her bow around herself, her uninjured arm coming down though her palm remained hovered over her fellow Champion uncertainly. Ashe didn't have much against the other, but nor was she so familiar. Instead, she frowned, her lips set in a firm line. "What are you doing here?" But she quickly moved on, her sentence running like a bolt. "Can you stand?"
((That connected?!...kinda thought the barrier would block that....okay.))
Tal'Zak gasped and reached forward with a clawed foot towards Morgana.
<For....the....Void...> he wheezed and thus were the last words of Tal'Zak as his foot fell back onto the snow and his eyes faded into blackness. His body decomposed rapidly and oddly. He was turning into pure mana and void energy that drifted with the wind.
Morgana's breaths were through gritted teeth against the pain that racked her shoulder, her long purple hair fell messily about her face obscuring most of her face. However, a glowing magenta eye looked up at Ashe as she approached, it narrows slightly as she props herself up in the snow. The power from the summoner and void creatures souls increased her already significant power, she felt she could muster enough strength to attack the woman should she become hostile. Morgana's words were firm, she didn't seem shaken by the fact her shoulder was still bleeding, "I am here because the summoners wished it." She gestures to the front line, "Two immortals were better than one..."
Morgana places a hand over her wounded shoulder, dark purple light looks to seep from the wound, her fact twists into a grimace as the flesh begins knitting itself back together beneath her palm. Taking her palm away she slowly rises to her feet, the pain in her shoulder had been dulled slightly, but it would still be there for a week at least.
Ashe was no fool. She knew what Morgana was capable of, and the anger that swam through those dark orbs were enough to force the Archer to take a step back, leaving the fallen angel to her own devices. Though the bleeding did give her some concern, the other was probably more than capable of handling it on her own. She did, however, match her fellow Champion's gaze with a piercing one of her own. "Only if both are on the right side," she stated firmly, not even bothering to hide her suspicion towards Morgana. She wanted to ask what the angel was doing with her magic, what had happened to the Voidling and the unfortunate Summoner, but now was not the time. There were still battles to be fought all around.
Ashe did not watch as the wound began to mend, her own skin itching moderately at the mere thought of the twist of flesh. She twisted her hand around her bowstring, ready to return her attention to the battle. "Watch your back." The Archer said simply, and whether or not she meant it as a threat or a warning remained unknown as she turned, her eyes set on the mass of Voidlings ready to pounce.
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