Morgana takes her hand away from the wound revealing a dark purple purple circle of twisted flesh. She looks at it and frowns, it most likely wouldn't scar. "I am not against you. That should be good enough." Morgana then begins to walk in the direction her sister was last seen, "It isn't me who should me watching their back." She mutters to herself and heads off towards the frontlines in search of her sister. As she walks, a slight dark purple glow begins imitting from her hands.
Post by barbarianking on Apr 8, 2013 21:52:52 GMT -5
The Void's invasion of Freljord had been going on for countless hours, yet the king was no where to be found. He and many of the other Barbarian chieftains had left to deal with a moderately sized bandit group that had taken refuge in the depths of the Freljord mountains. After successfully killing some and driving the rest out, the group hoped to return to a peaceful night of telling stories of the adventure in the tavern. Unfortunately, it seemed as though there would no be a peaceful night to come.
Tryndamere and the band of barbarians unknowingly neared the war zone, all of them could hear loud explosions and wicked cracks of what sounded to be gunfire. After hearing all of this, the group hastened their pace to see what could possible be happening. Soon, they found that their beloved homeland was under siege.
As they reached the top of the hill they saw what was occuring. Death. Thousands of soldiers, not all from Freljord, lay dead on the ground. Tens of thousands more Void creatures cut down beside them. As soon as the Barbarian King registered what he saw, he yelled in his most commanding voice to the group that accompanied him. "BROTHERS! IT APPEARS WE WILL HAVE TO REST ANOTHER TIME. CUT DOWN THESE INVADERS IN HONOR OF THE FALLEN. FOR FRELJORD!"
Tryndamere raised his sword and began to run into battle until something caught his eye, frozen arrows being shot down onto the Voidlings. Stopping, he commanded to one of the chieftains. "Tormund! lead the charge, i will join you all very shortly."
Knowing that his chieftain would have no problem in leading, he did not bother to wait for a reply. He ran towards the Archer laying waste to the Void below and as he approached, he found that his wife, Ashe, had been fighting in his absence. Not only had she been fighting, but had been injured. "Ashe! Are you alright my queen? What happened to you?"
Ashe watched as Morgana drifted away, mumbling something beneath her breath. She didn't have to worry about the Fallen Angel - the mage was more than capable of taking care of herself. What she needed to worry about now was the fact that though the biting winds had numbed her wounds, she still felt the sharp stings whenever she moved her arm. Ashe chanced a look down and visibly flinched at the sight. It almost looked like a work of art, the way the coiled lacerations around her arm seemed to glimmer. There was dried blood caking the surface, and though she knew the wounds were not too deep, it hurt enough to know that if she flexed the limb, the injuries would surely split open. Not to mention the fact that her clothes were now in disarray, the acid having burned through much of the fabric covering her shoulders and collar.
The Archer turned as a shout caught her attention and she turned, the appearance of her King slightly surprising. She had not seen him in battle at all. She had seen him leave in Rakelstake, but seeing him and his band of barbarians gave her an odd sense of relief. Freljord will need all the allies it can in this Invasion. Ashe lifted her good hand, "I am fine," she said with a small nod, "With just a simple run in with a Voidling, I am reminded the reason why the slopes are my friend." Tryndamere almost seemed to look worried, but she could not tell. She looked at him, somewhat oddly, and opened her mouth to speak.
A distant rumble, and the sound of something sinister forced her words to halt briefly, a shiver crawling down her aching back. She sighed, placing her hand on Tryndamere's arm. "But we have bigger things to worry about, it seems." There was something evil approaching, the voice that echoed across the chilled plains faint yet no less dangerous. "Our people need us."
Post by barbarianking on Apr 9, 2013 23:15:30 GMT -5
Tryndamere inspected Ashe's injuries as she spoke, she was in no condition to continue. His mouth also opened, but was closed when his queen rested her hand on him. His arm was warm to the touch, his rage keeping him warm even without a shirt of any sorts in the freezing winds. Deciding to allow Ashe to stay and fight, he was about to say his fair wells when the sky suddenly turned black, and all his fallen soldiers turned to mist, the enemy seeming to increase in strength. Tryndamere looked around in shock. "What the hell is going on..."
Before he could react to the events at hand, he was suddenly shielded in a bright barrier like shield. He looked to Ashe again, uttering only a few words before running down to the front-lines, his sword dragging behind him. "Stay safe, Ashe."
"I expect no less from you, my King." Ashe offered a small smile at Tryndamere, who had already turned to leave, enveloped in a bright light. There would be yet another war, but this time, between Summoner and Void. She knew that she must be there. But her arm was no longer felt, and she was dimly aware that though there was pain, now there was none. She couldn't move her arm. The limb that was still responsive went around to clutch at the wounds, digging her nails into the blood but she could feel nothing.
"What good is an archer with one arm?" She murmured to herself. Ashe knew the answer to that. Her people would not see their Queen so weak. She brought her hand away, her fingers leaving bruised indents on her shoulder and she lifted her head high. The powerful energy she felt was coming from Sejuani's camp. She knew she needed to arrive there as quickly as she could. Her commanders would power through the fight, but she would send word that something much too large was about to happen. If it came to that...
Ashe felt her hand clench, if only for a moment. She would not allow the crossfire to slaughter even more of her men.
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