Post by The Ruined King on Apr 9, 2013 21:38:17 GMT -5
Outside the walls of Demacia, the undead horde stood in utter silence. Only the agonized cries of the crucified farmers sounded within their ranks. The large twisting pillars of corpse and bone shuddered violently, perparing one final explosion of energy to shatter the barrier the Demacian summoners had erected over their beloved city.
The Black Hex clawed at the barrier, attemping to press on into the city. Great seige weapons, towered above the horde, loaded with great spheres of spirit fire. The howling from the tornado that contained the image of The Ruined King himself was slowly quietening. His image fading away into nothing...
The Pillars quake once more, a thundering roar of energy crashes through the air with a brillant explosion of unholy energies. The rolls outwards from the pillars, basking the undead in it's eerie colourless light. The energy itself does not a thing to the undead horde... But as it hits the barrier one final time it as if a switch was flicked.
The already cracked barrier shatters, unable to hold up against the unsanctioned black magics assaulting it. The horde of undead suddenly burst into life, hundreds upon thousands of roars and cries erupt from the undead, screeches from unseen entities assault the mortal ears of those upon the walls boring deep into their minds.
The undead had banshee's amongst their ranks.
The great hulking behemoths of twisted flesh and necromancy bellow great rumbling growls that causes the Demacian walls to shudder with their power. All it now took was the word of their commander, and the onagers would begin their assault.
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.
The siege broke against the most beautiful city in the world. Or at least Lux remembered it as such. Now, now the siege sprawled over the rolling hills and fields, darkened the pristine sky, and tore down the barriers erected by the most powerful magicians in Demacia. Lux missed what happened, but she could identify the scars along the cityscape to know the battle looked desperate.
Architecture laid outside of the realm of knowledge Lux culminated in her studies, but bracing the magical barriers called for her. Her absence in the defense of the city weighed on her, but she could only take care of what encroached on her home now.
In this dire time of war-- or to brush it with a dash of reality, extermination, Lux prepared herself to leave the academy she spent her youth in and stepped towards the bulwarks. Shielded with steel around her body and faith around her mind, Lux knew the stakes of this battle would play out for more than control of a city.
Scattering forces moved towards marshaling horns and made Lux fully aware of her distance from the theater of conventional war. She longed for the horns when they fell silent. In their absence came the mechanical grinding and gnashing of foul teeth beyond the border.
Standing before the walls of Demacia, she took a breath. Alone she would fall against the waves, but she was not alone. Others would meet her. She would offer her assistance. In reality, she would be asking to not be alone.
Silence and loneliness entwined themselves around the soul of the city. Lux hoped to dispel those elements. "For Demacia!"
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Apr 10, 2013 7:56:29 GMT -5
((Location: Wall))
As the Shadow of War yells his order to the undead army, Poppy turns around to look at everyone present, delighted to see Lux coming around.
"Miss Crownguard, up here! Your powers could be useful from a higher vantage point such as this. The attack is about to begin."
Poppy then turns around to observe the undead horde from her position. She was still having to stand on a box to see the situation due to the height of the wall's edge. This would be no easy fight, but Demacia would prevail. The Golden City had been through worse through it's history, and it would not fall when it's Champions were protecting it.
The Yordle Ambassador was not Demacian, but held more than enough respect for the city-state and it's ideals to die defending it if it came down to it. Every soldier on the walls was prepared to do the same to protect the innocents within the walls, and to bring justice to the undead.
Poppy closes her eyes for a moment in thought and quietly says:
"Father... your memory gives me strength. I will not let this city fall to these horrors. Death against them might not give me the peace you have right now, but that will not make me hesitate. I have woved to bring those who unjustly took your life to justice, and no undead will stop me from doing so. Whomper will be my strength... my shield... I will crush this enemy with your hammer. It's power will crush this enemy of Demacia, and neither the city or Whomper will not fall into their hands."
She then sighs and opens her eyes, looking around at the men at the walls. No doubt fear crawled in the mind of some of the men... but that fear must not stop them, not today.
"EVERYONE, BRACE YOURSELVES. THE HOUR OF JUSTICE HAS COME! LET THESE UNDEAD KNOW THAT DEMACIA WILL NOT FALL!
The screams of the horde carry across the walls, reaching the ears of those on the battlements and beyond. Soldiers staggered at the final blast of the horror weapon, looking up as the dome of energy above them cracked and fell away like shards of glass. Rain began to fall again from above, no longer hindered by the blue shield. There was a finality to that chilling screech, causing each soldier upon the wall to either quake or raise their weapon all the more fiercely. This was it, there was no longer a wall of protection between them and the approaching mass; the true battle had begun.
Garen held firm to the wall as the force of the blast tore past him, his presence unflinching and steeled against the coming onslaught. Their wails could not break him - the fearless captain of the Dauntless Vanguard; their bodies would shatter against his might, and the walls of Demacia.
"Lieutenant Farris!" Garen called down to his second in command, a young man who he'd seen grow from a newblood of the academy to a seasoned officer over the years. Ronan Farris stood to attention, responding to the captain with vigour. His short crop of sand blonde hair had been blustered by the wind and rain, but he paid no attention to it.
"The enemy approaches, finish the evacuation and secure the gate!" He ordered, Farris offering a firm salute and seeing to it. Garen left the lieutenant to his work and returned to his place on the wall, waiting for the masses to come to them. He longed to be with his men down below, but they needed as many hands as possible up here; and he wanted to see the enemy.
News of another arrival reached his ears: Luxanna had joined them, further bolstering Demacian forces. Garen was confident in her ability, having seen it on the fields and on certain occasions outside of it. Yet a small, almost unnoticeable feeling dug at him. "Should she be down here, so close to the front lines?" He surprised himself with the thought. Of course she should, it was her duty to protect the city, the same as any one of them. "But she could be endangered, or worse. Don't you care?" Garen shook his head quickly, he didn't have time for such foolish thoughts. Instead he looked across at Jarvan, giving a single nod before taking in his breath; the cries and shrieks of the enemy still assaulting the walls. It was time for one of the captain's rallying speeches, better late than never.
"Demacians!" Garen's voice rang loud and clear across the ranks, the confident voice of a leader. "Your home is in danger, perhaps the greatest threat it has faced thus far. You know your duty, there isn't a single man in these ranks who I would not expect to die in the King's name." He spoke, and a great chorus rose behind him.
"DEATH IS INEVITABLE; ONE CAN ONLY AVOID DEFEAT!" The Dauntless roared in unison, stamping their feet.
"But today, as we stare at an enemy that mocks our honour, mocks the sacrifice of our soldiers, mocks everything we have worked for; I ask of you more than our Measured Tread demands. As the frozen hands of evil seeks to claim your loved ones, destroy your homes and defile every memory you ever cherished... I believe we can do better than simply die for Justice!" Garen's fist came down upon the parapet, the impact solid and resounding.
"I ask of you, I demand of every one of you, something much more difficult. You must live for Justice, live for Demacia. Look this fallen scourge in the eye and tell him "This body belongs to its country, its soul belongs to its loved ones. You may not have either!" Garen pointed a steadfast gauntlet at the approaching legion, directly at the slowly swirling vortex that held the Ruined King's visage.
"Tell that bastard to bring his armies, his weapons, champions and all the dark magic he can muster. We will take whatever challenge he can give us, and when the sun rises tomorrow; we will still be here!" His voice rose to a tumultuous shout, and the Dauntless behind him echoed once more.
"VICTORY FOR OUR ALLIES, DEFEAT FOR OUR ENEMIES, AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!"
"IN THE NAME OF THE KING! IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE! IN THE NAME OF DEMACIA!"
He yelled, his voice reaching both the ears of his allies and his enemies. Soldiers took up their weapons and raised them in defiance, ready to face the coming menace with pious fury.
Garen's speech had surely boosted the morale of all the troops, even Xin Zhao was moved by his actions. He looked to the battlefield, his eyes squinted. His vision blurred, phasing. He just couldn't seem to focus. Shaking his head, he tried to look down at the Isle's troops, striking at the walls. There were so many of them, more than he had remembered yesterday.
He jumped down behind the walls, getting ready for the true battle. This was it, the real deal. His resolve was true to Demacia, but he could not help but fear the battle to come. What if Yukiko came? What if he had to battle her? His emotions mixed, he could do nothing but await.
Jarvan hated fighting in the rain. The water would seep under his armor and plaster his clothes and hair to his skin. His dark hair fell in locks and stuck to his face and neck. The bandage at his face became soggy and useless, so he ripped it off and discarded it.
The prince watched Garen and Poppy give their motivational speeches, and despite the rain, the men brought up their weapons and cried out. Now that morale was boosted, he could give battle plans. "MEN. Remember what I taught you about these creatures? They are weak against fire!"
Jarvan approaches a soldier and takes an arrow from him. "Because it is raining, we will need some help." He then walks to a barrel and opens it. Black oil could be seen inside. "Dip the arrow in here." He dipped the head of the arrow in the black goo and brings it back up. "Return the lid onto the barrel. Light it on fire, and shoot." He hands the arrow back to the original owner. "But remember to be careful. Do not get it on your hands or the floor. We don't want to catch anything on fire we don't want to."
"FOR DEMACIA!" He raises his lance in the air and shouts his nation's pride.
Post by The Ruined King on Apr 10, 2013 18:22:30 GMT -5
At Hecarim's command the onagers fired, great balls of blue fire arced across the sky towards the Demacian walls, explosions of blue spirit fire washed over those unlucky enough to be hit. The would find the fire latched onto anything, burning away at it. Flesh, armour and the walls themselves. It would be unable to be put out by simple water but would slowly burn out, only to be re-ignited by another ball of spirit fire exploding.
The great lumbering undead Behemoths begins marching forwards with the balls of fire flying above them as they march. Their aim looked to do what Hecarim had told them, literally tear down the walls.
Beneath the behemoths, the black decayed area from the Black Hex begins to slowly move towards the city. The Hex was no longer suppressed by the barrier and would reach the city soon.
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 Victus Brightblade on Apr 10, 2013 20:07:29 GMT -5
((Wall over the Gate))
Victus snarled at the undead horde, not paying the champions any sort of mind. Vengeance was coming to him. Literally.
"Come forth, Shadowspawn! Brightblade has one last knight! Try to finish your work, you inbred bastards!" The Barabrian growled softly before moving down the stairs to the troops under his command.
The Knight delivered his orders to the men and women of his command with cold resolve.
"You are all now my Shield Brothers and Sisters. In Freljord, this is a title of great respect and so it is here. I will fight for you and you will fight for me. You watch each others backs and we will watch yours. When this battle is done, we will all share drinks together and sing of the fallen. I will be buying the first round. Together, the dead cannot stop us.
If one of your brothers fall, destroy the corpse. Burn it, dismember it, make it unable to move. This is not desecration, this is mercy. Destroy the dead, so they are not forced to slay their countrymen. If you fail this task, you will add to their ranks.
Swordsmen, when the dead draw near, coat your blades in oil and light them. This will ruin the steel, but make the dead more likely to feel the blows you give them. Spearmen take point. They have large beasts of war and your weapons will fight them best. Axemen will follow and try to cut the beasts' legs off. Swordmen and mace-bearers will clean up the rest. If a brute starts to fall, warn your shield brothers. They do not want to die that way.
If you see a champion, either kill him swiftly or get away.
Shield Brothers and Sisters, prepare yourselves! If they break that gate you will show them no quarter, and expect none." He was certain the wall would not hold. The Knight was hopeful that it would. The Barbarian wanted blood.
Post by Demacia's Wings on Apr 10, 2013 22:48:47 GMT -5
((Behind the gate and frontlines))
As brave as her Demacian comrades were, and as much as she had hoped their words would give her strength, Quinn could find nothing but emptiness ringing through her ears. Though she sought to fight in the name of their King and country, and though she dearly wished to defend all she loved, the constant memories kept true vigor at bay. Val had found his place on her arm, eyes roaming the cracks in their defenses and his beak ready to sear forward into the first undead body to present itself to his ire. His nobility brought some semblance of courage back into the young ranger's wilted frame, and she lifted her cross bow to the very edge of which death served no mercy. The arrowhead glinted, winking back at her with an unbridled boldness, ready to fly just as her companion was.
Quinn heard the unearthly moans shatter against the stone walls of their city, the ghostly haunting of fellow Champions who were no longer there. She heard the war horns blare in anguish and she felt a familiar chill run down her spine. The only feeling she needed now was fear, because it was only in fear did one truly realize how important life is. How important any life is. The ranger inhaled deeply, feeling the air clench in her lungs and squeeze her throat dry, but still she breathed in. Slowly, the inhales and exhales helped to calm her sorrow, her perpetual state of being content and being so torn by grief it was difficult for her to understand. But she knew she was better than this.
She almost - almost - slapped herself in the face, berating herself harshly for this unneeded wallowing. There would be plenty of time later for this kind of thing, when the Shadow invaders were driven back. If not, then only death awaited her, and nobody had time for sorrow when one was dead. Quinn let out a soft scoff under her breath, to which Val cocked a quizzical glance at. She shook her head. "We're ready," she said to him, and he responded with a fierce cry. Quinn turned her gaze back to the weakening wall, her golden eyes glimmering in unison with her companion's. Whatever abomination crashed through, they would be ready.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Apr 11, 2013 22:42:39 GMT -5
Location: Demacian Streets
Gillam heard the absence of noise swoop over the city like a blanket."Dammit... It was a ruse." Gillam muttered under his breath, wincing as he too yet another false step on his wounded leg, and felt the pain climb up his body.
He hobbled over back to the wall, grabbing a lantern just so that he could be safe and secure, and not have to worry about any attacks from behind. He knew his brothers did not need him, in fact, he would have been more of a nuisance than an ally, but the least he could do was attempt to boost morale within his ranks.
Location: Heading towards Wall
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
(I saw Ruined King posted again, so I'm hoping I'm not cutting someone off by posting again)
Battle be joined. Poppy greeted her first. Such an odd place for such politeness, but perhaps the formality the two champions showed would rally the troops to know something other than fear and hate stood on either side of the wall. "It's an honor to share this wall with you, Madame Poppy. I know united we are more than just the sum of the bricks and mortar beneath us." She twirled her staff from in front of her head to behind her back, sending a trail of radiant residue in its path. "Our stand will be more phenomenal than the illusive double rainbow."
Shining as bright as the hope she held in her heart, Garren stepped forward to rally the men. His resolve moved through the ranks brandishing itself like a tide of iron. They were ready to live for Demacia. Lux knew her job along the wall.
All along the walls infernal boulders crashed. Their dark fires came with such heat it drowned out any moisture the rain would bestow upon them. Soldiers of Demacia resisted with everything they could, but their resolve would need bolstering. "For Demacia!" Lux shot out a trail of radiant light to shield the defenders in a prismatic barrier.
Behemoths approached the city with ground shattering force. Together they would destroy the ranks of Demacians before they could regroup- but if they arrived with intervals it could buy their ranks some time. Magical bursts shot from her hand towards the feet of the behemoths to try and snare their feet. She hoped she could buy the defenders enough time to down the beasts one at a time, but she knew she could not stand against the behemoths and would need to fall back behind the lines of iron once the behemoths reached the walls.
Post by Lucas Brightshield on Apr 12, 2013 14:36:23 GMT -5
((Meh, no problem. I'm still wondering if this is really what people expect from Demacian Light Infantry :P)) "For Demacia!" The Pathfinders were in a circle, the commander in the center, explaining the plan "Alright people, we've got enough to do. Silverwind, take your men and go help the crossbowmen light their bolts, and go help the ballista crews load if you got any men spare. Kingsmith, go help the engineers, and patch holes in the walls you find. Brightshield, you're coming with me. Any weakness in their army, and we have to be ready to smash it! Understood? "Yes sir!"Came three clear answers "Alright then. If Brightshield shouts our cry, drop whatever you're doing and group where it came from. And now move!" The circle of men split up into 2 different groups, one small one which went to the gate, and one bigger going towards the wall to be distributed over it's length.
Crossbow support team: spreading over the wall Engineer support team: deviding between the turrets Strike team: rallying at the gate
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.
Mordekaiser paced back and forth across the horde. Hecarim could probably see him walking back and forth along the lines of the screaming horde. He needed to get out there and fight. He needed to inflict carnage amongst their foolish men. His mace was resting between the large spikes of his right shoulder pad, as he looked out to the behemoths that advanced the walls.
Then he saw Lux throw light out towards the Behemoths in an attempt of stopping that. He growled to himself lightly as she was doing so. That little brat! He couldn't wait to hold her in his cold iron grasp and dangle her lifeless corpse infront of Garen. Oh the despair on his face will be PRICELESS. He turned over to Hecarim and shouted at him from a distance. "Hecarim! If she succeeds in holding them, we won't have much of their strength for when we DO breach the walls! We must do something!" He said as he hefted his mace from his shoulder and into his hands. He was about to head in their himself to go help the beasts and if Hecarim would decide to take ages on forming a plan to counter-act her.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Apr 12, 2013 15:18:58 GMT -5
((Location: Wall))
"Just because I am stuck in formality Luxanna, does not mean you need to do so. I know you are more comfortable in a more relaxed kind of discussion, and the last thing we need is you missing a spell due to being uncomfortable."
Poppy watches as the spirit flames descend on the walls, avoiding any that come even close. She would not do much upon the walls unless the undead decided to invade by going over the walls, which was not the most likely of things to occur.
"Luxanna, keep the men safe. I think I will do more if I protect the gate than here, especially with the fact that the wall is higher than I am. I'm not suited for defending locations such as this."
She the lifts Whomper up to her left shoulder again and lifts her shield with her right hand, starting to walk down the stairway leading down the wall. Her mind was not as clear as it should be in an ideal situation. She wanted to find those who murdered her father, but this invasion... could mean the end to any soldier in Demacia, League Champion or not. She was prepared to die for the Golden City, but would highly prefer hunting down the man that the Grand General of Noxus pointed her towards as the only living assassin of the group that long ago killed Blomgrun.
As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she walks to the gate and runs across the group protecting it. The particularly out-of-place looking Knight with some swordsmen. The swordsmen did not look particularly confident. Perhaps an extra inspiration could be useful.
"We meet again knight. Let us send these undead bastards back to their graves, shall we?"
Whomper starts to glow with magical potency on Poppy's shoulder, making it clear to those around that Poppy's "trademark" strike, the Devastating Blow, was prepared for the first undead to make it's way through the gate. However, what was still not clear to most, was how the Ambassador prepared the strike. She had never shown any magical potency, and as far as anyone knew, Whomper was a regular, yet oddly shaped hammer. Only one who knew for sure... was Poppy herself.
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