Post by Gillam Dunwall on Apr 17, 2013 22:49:26 GMT -5
Gillam noticed the entrance of Xin, but was mainly focused on what Belle was attempting to do with the cider. He was speechless, and stood there in silence. After Belle left, Gillam turned to Xin.
"It would be best if you fetched some guards. My leg is wounded, and I would be slower. I'll stay here and watch the lantern and the...cider..." Gillam eyed the pots even more suspiciously, now that he knew they were poisoned. What if Belle meant to poison them? Gillam couldn't shake that thought from his head.
He then turned to the lantern. Was that the source of the poison? Was that was caused Belle to possibly poison it. Gillam had not heard of the champion who had supposedly possessed this lantern. He knew that Thresh was its name, but he did not know much else. Still, he eyed the lantern just as suspiciously as the pots of cider.
Last Edit: Apr 18, 2013 22:47:34 GMT -5 by Gillam Dunwall
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Xin turned to the lantern, and the pile of spiced cidar, confused.
"What exactly... happened here?"
The darkness took over. He suddenly couldn't see anything. Where was Gilliam? Where was Belle? He looked around, but nothing else but the darkness greeted him.
"Hello? Anyone here?"
He shook his head. Perhaps it was just an illusion! It would fade... The fear took root in his heart. He remembered the duel with Azazel. The killing moment. Everything. It pained him much, and he knelt down, his head throbbing.
"... argh."
He clasped his head, and stood up again. There was nothing he could do at the moment: He was away from the battle, and he did not know his way back.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Apr 18, 2013 2:13:20 GMT -5
((Location: Gate))
Spiders, undead, the Nightmare. It would seem that the Isles were sending all they had at Demacia. Good, it would mean that they'd not be much of a threat after they were beaten in this battle. Not many undead yet was able to make it's way past the gate, and when one did, it was quite swiftly taken down by a couple of strikes from Whomper.
Mere fodder, these undead, Poppy thought. This could not be their whole plan, even with their great numbers, simply assaulting the walls of a militarized state would not earn victory. She turns to look at Prince Jarvan protecting Lux.
"It would seem that there is not much to be fought here, yet at least. So, I will go and protect the walls and the archers there. Those massive abominations look like they could carry troops up to the walls, which could turn out to be a problem. Take care of yourselves Prince Jarvan, Miss Crownguard."
She crushes one more undead corpse before heading back up the walls to keep the undead in check, smashing a pair of spiderlings on the way as they jump on her. Their fangs would not be able to easily pierce through her armor, but the darkness made it hard to see where they came from.
((New Location: Wall))
((Edit: Sorry... >_> I had just woken up at that time. Sorry that I can't write perfect posts all the time. ))
The flaming spears and arrows sunk into Vilemaw's flesh. Letting out a screech of pain, one of the massive creatures legs reached up to try and swipe at the men doing it, all the while keeping it's body thrown against the Demacian wall. Hell bent on bringing it down.
Meanwhile, the spiderlings continued to cause chaos, beginning to spread throughout the city. --------------------------------------------------------- Vilemaw- slightly injured Spiderlings- 9500/10,000
While the tide of iron pushed against the wave of undead, Lux hoped to push the advantage her people fought so hard for. Behemoths pressed the walls with their might. While the stalwart defense the Demecians presented would prove the thing of legends, it would need those walls to help cement their place in history.
Jarvan looked to her with a promise to keep her safe. "Right." She nodded her head in agreement. While her lazer ready for justice, Lux began to scale the stairs to take place behind the elite forces engineers and crossbowmen of the wall. Mordekaiser fell back only to take place upon behemoth. Lux smirked as she started to aim for him.
Letting out a quick breath, Lux suddenly found herself in darkness. Skittering crawlers marched over Lux, beginning to try and wrap her in a cocoon-like webbing. "Poppy! Jarvan!" She called out to the darkness. Not knowing of anyone's ability to navigate such peril, Lux decided to make her own light. She let loose a singularity. The luminous glow banished the darkness around her.
She could see the tiny crawlers making their way around her body. "Nope." Flailing her wand to knock the creatures from her body, Lux broke free from the loose webbing around her. She stabbed her wand into one of the spiders, bursting it like a balloon along the wall. "I'll shed a little light on this situation." Another singularity flew from her hand and fell upon the ramparts of the wall.
Shadows of behemoths moved in the dark near the singularity. She could only guess if Thresh or Mordekaiser could see in this darkness to avoid her, but she could at least hit a few behemoths. Seeing how her blind shooting in the darkness set her up made her think something divine must have interceded to assist her. She smiled a little as she sent out her Light Binding against the shaded behemoth in front of her singularity. "In the name of Delmacia," Lux rose from her feet as she began to pull back her Final Funkein and detonated her singularity. "I will punish you!" Into the darkness her radiant blast sailed into what she hoped would be a line of behemoths and not just the one before her.
Even though she placed a dent in the enemy forces, the forces of spiders made their presence more pronounced. Any longer and Lux would not be of any help to anyone. If she could see her adversaries- or allies- she could stand to defend but darkness clouded her decisions. "Jarvan! Can you see anything?"
All she wanted was to hear someone's voice unafraid of the deep darkness. The crowded voices of men yell into the darkness as the heat of onagers bombarded the ramparts weighed heavy on Lux. For her own sake the darkness hid the bodies of those catapulted into the city. "Garren?!" She yelled as the spiders again began their attack against the mage. Lux knew lighting a singularity would only show enemies where she was, so she began backpedaling while flailing her wand to fight back the eight-legged devils, hoping someone would find her voice.
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.
The howling cackle of the Chain Warden drifted across the battlefield as he observed the battle at the gates from a comparatively secure distance, the laughter taking on a gleeful edge as his flail detonated amidst the crowd. Their screams of agony were music to his ears, melding delightfully with the drumming rain. The suffering that he sowed came at a price, however, partially disarming him for however long. With any luck, the sacrifice would allow his compatriots to push forward against the living's forces. In the meantime, Thresh immediately set about pilfering weapons from the fallen undead. The foray into the city would be dangerous, and he would be well-suited to approaching the Demacians with a small arsenal. Numerous knives and sickles found themselves being hooked onto the belt of the Warden, but one weapon in particular gave Thresh some pause.
"...they still forge these?" he wondered aloud, prying a large curved sword of sorts from what appeared to be an unliving knight. "Remarkable...such memories..."
Even amidst the chaos and carnage, the moment felt rather surreal to the Warden. The blade's grip felt comfortable in his hand, just as he remembered its kind being from so many years in the past. The way it parsed the flesh of a passing ghoul when Thresh gave an experimental swing was equally pleasing. Yes, the curved sword would do well.
The Chain Warden's smile faltered briefly at a strange, crawling feeling that crept up his spine, that rankled his essence. He had felt this feeling rarely, but its intent was certain: the Lantern was under attack by someone, something. The once gleeful smile turned into a scowl of discontent; how dare they work to defile his purpose, his sole companion? It was more than likely that whatever they attempted in the Lantern's destruction would amount to exactly less than nothing, but that they possessed the gall to even try was an insult to the Warden. Even as one of the Legionnaires relayed him updates on the battlefield, Thresh ground his barbed iron teeth at the thoughts of what was being done to his beloved implement.
"Yes, yes," Thresh snapped once the Legion host had finished its report, gesturing to it and a quartet of other hosts. "You five, come with me. We have work to do within the city, an appointment that has been moved up."
Given sufficient time to prepare for the invasion, Thresh would have much preferred to bring along any number of the side-projects in his lair; the Legionnaires would do for the time, however. It would have been foolish to enter the city alone anyways, given his 'most wanted' status. At the very least, the Legionnaires could provide him a distraction.
The most exquisite of distractions, though, arrived as Thresh was clambering up one of the assembled siege ladders amidst even more Legionnaires than he had requisitioned. A deep, thundering rumble descended over the city, followed by a choking blanket of darkness. The Eternal Nightmare's creeping whispers pervaded the minds of all as it surged forth towards the living, but Thresh forced them back with a grim smile. The dreadful whispers that the Nightmare's presence were forming in his mind did not frighten the Warden, for he knew that he would not be able to lose them again. He would see them all soon, yes...
"Stand aside!" Thresh snapped as he leaped onto the wall, swinging his blade and scythe about the defenders. The darkness may have obscured standard vision, but even in the blighted miasma, Thresh could easily make out the souls of his prey. Falling in behind his Legionnaire retinue, Thresh proceeded to begin hacking a path towards the city proper. Once he could get off the walls, it would merely be a matter of finding the Lantern once more. And once they were together again, ohh...what delightful agony they would bring.
Thresh and the Walls The Legionnaire bowed to Thresh and the five he requistioned joined the chain warden's assault.
"As you wish Lord Thresh. We will ensure your safety the best we can."
As Nocturnes Darkness fell upon the field, the Legionnaires took to the walls. Climbing the seige ladders they would engage on the forces on the walls, beginning to carve a path for Thresh and any other allied force that wished to join them. The defense at the walls would descend into chaos as the forces of the Isles used the new found advantage to its fullest use.
The Gates As the darkness enveloped the battlefield the many Legionnaires would all start to laugh. This is what it was needing, a foot hold to take the gate for its King. Forming its forces in a wedge formation, they swarmed the defenders, punching a hold through their defenses as they were blinded by the unnatural darkness. Legion was not affected by the darkness, it could feel each of it's host in relation to the others, allowing it to attack anything that wasn't its own and taking the corpse for itself.
Hecarim The host near Hecarim looked over at the centaur and nodded, its voice sounding in his head.
"The advantage is ours, lord Hecarim. We aid Thresh on the walls as he makes his way in. And the gates are hard pressed to repel the assault due to their blindness. We await additional orders lord."
"We are the King's Legion. Fear us, for we are many. Join us, for you will die. There is no sweeter mercy we can grant than your release from the mortal coil."
Jarvan was displeased as the familiar darkness crept over Demacia, making it impossible to see farther than an arms length ahead of you. He felt isolated and began to revert back to the terror of when he was captured. He tried his best to fight against it and relied on his sense of hearing to follow Lux to where she decided to bring the defense at. He practically ran right into her as she called out for him. The brief spark of light showed that the enemy was already beating onto the walls.
He took a few steps back and found one of the barrels of black oil. An idea formed in his mind as to what to do next. "MEN! Do not shoot anymore arrows, they are useless in this darkness. Take these barrels, set the entire thing on fire, and drop it down onto the enemy below!" As he was saying this, he demonstrated to a few close soldiers as he was yelling the orders to everyone else.
He pushed the flaming barrel over the edge of the wall. It burst open upon the behemoth it struck, setting the entire thing ablaze. The flaming oil ran down its entire body and splashed onto anything close to it. The fire spread rapidly amongst the undead, consuming whatever was in its path. The soldiers watching quickly ran off and demonstrated this to the rest of the men. Soon the whole front line of the undead would become one giant bonfire.
He heard the sound of wood being slapped against the wall and realized they were setting ladders on them and attempting to climb up. He ran to the sound and quickly pushed the latter over, sending whatever was on it tumbling down. "MEN! They have set ladders on us, push them down. Do not let them climb up with us."
He stumbled back to the sound of Lux's voice asking if he could see anything. "Ha! When has not being able to see ever stop me?" He saw a spiderling jump up and try to latch onto his arm, he quickly slapped it down and stomped on it. "We can do this Lux, just stay strong. I've been through worse than this." His voice was shaky, though he hoped his voice didn't betray how he felt.
((Demacian military 970,000/1,162,000))
Last Edit: Apr 20, 2013 18:21:55 GMT -5 by Deleted
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 Master Tactician on Apr 20, 2013 15:18:23 GMT -5
(( Quick PSA here people. Please read in detail all the posts that have been made. Demacia is now completely shrouded in Nocturne's "paranoia," a mind affecting shroud that makes the world around you seem pitch black and heightens feelings of terror. Lux's magic may pierce the physical darkness, but not the mind-affecting capacity of Nocturne's magic.
Not only should you be tripping over one another, you should feel as though you are within a waking nightmare. And with all the terrifying shit being pelted at the city, you are lucky not to piss yourselves. If you have made a post after Paranoia swept the city, please edit to include your characters' reactions to the mental darkness afflicted upon them and keep this in mind when taking actions henceforth. ))
Post by The Widowmaker on Apr 22, 2013 1:50:06 GMT -5
Evelynn had simply been sitting back waiting for an opportunity to wreck havoc... And then Nocturne was summoned, she smiles, morbid thoughts dancing through her mind as she looks upon the darkening city. She lets out an exaggerated satisfied hum from her place next to Hecarim. Evelynn turns her gaze upon Hecarim, her eyes wide and her lips pouting at him, "Hecarim... Evelynn is going to go play now... She's getting all excited." At once, the pout turns into a sickening sadistic grin, her molten eyes glowing brightly, "Seeya in a bit."
Before he could give the okay, she begins walking away, her hips swaying side to side as if trying to entice the centaur, the darkness suddenly swallowing her as she cloaks herself in the shadows that now surround the whole of Demacia. Now essentially invisible to the naked eye as she moves through the undead horde, being careful to avoid the flames she makes her way into the city.
Last Edit: Apr 24, 2013 6:44:15 GMT -5 by The Widowmaker
Post by The Shadow of War on Apr 23, 2013 2:47:41 GMT -5
Hecarim gave out more orders to one of the hosts of Legion with what sounded like happiness in his voice. Seeing and feeling the souls of the Demacians drop one by one gave him such a rush! At this rate when he entered the battle himself there wouldn't be any souls for him to feed off of.
"Keep the pressure on the walls, we MUST tear them down if we want our forces to press a significant advantage. And contact Elise for a status report on her end and tell her if she is in need of our assistance tell her it is granted."
With Evelynn moving her hips as she went onto the battlefield herself the centaur grinned, the Demacians were in for a rude awakening once she made her presence known among them.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Apr 23, 2013 4:06:53 GMT -5
((Location: wall))
The darkness was overwhelming, but fear was not something that was known to stop Poppy. Her determination made her deliver the helm to Demacia all those years ago after her father's death after all. But, the darkness did impair her vision, which made combat much more dangerous, since no doubt the enemy did not have any sort of vision problem.
Her shield was a good aid against the shambling of corpses, but the spiderlings were not as easy because of their size and agility. They merely climbed up the shield, but luckily the stone walls were sturdy enough to smash the shield against to deal with a few of the spiderlings when they did so. But the dark...
This would not do. Something would have to be done about Nocturne's spell, or there would be way too many unnecessary losses. But where was the Nightmare? The coward had not shown it's face yet to Poppy's knowledge except for this shroud of darkness.
Staying at the walls in this condition would not be a good idea for long. She keeps protecting herself from the spiderlings that skitter around as she makes her way back to the stairs and starts to make her way down to the streets again.
"Don't let yourselves get overwhelmed!"
The stairs take a fair bit of time to get down, and the spiderlings do not help the trip in darkness. It would take some time for Poppy to be able to be of much use now, except for taking out the spiderlings that kept trying to crawl to her and bite.
A moist, gristly crunch rang out, and the soldier's body went limp as his severed spine gave way to Thresh's acquired sword. Wrenching the blade free of the man's gut with a chuckle, Thresh's grin only widened as the light of the soul swirled around his blade's tip, savoring the moment before seizing it in his claw and crushing it in a vise-like grip. The fleeting wisps of spectral energy danced about the Warden's gauntlets before being drawn in like dust to a draft.
"Yes...YES...!" Thresh cackled mirthfully as he flung the soldier's dessicated body over the edge and into the courtyard below. Devouring the souls was quickly becoming a guilty pleasure of his; though they doubtlessly wouldn't count towards his quota, they infused him with increasing power. Every swipe of his sword, every flick of his scythe was more powerful than the last, rending flesh from bone with increasing efficiency. There was something very...magnificent, about it. It brought back so many countless memories, the battle did. Every moment a chance that your life might flicker out, every scream of pain coming from one who might be a friend, and every action governed by a single rule: kill or be killed. The battlefield was certainly not Thresh's ideal place, given his preference solely towards the former half of the rule, but there was a certain thrill to it all.
"There, the siege weapons!" Thresh directed, leveling his sword towards the ballista set up along the walls. "Dismantle the contraptions, now!" While the maddening darkness persisted around the area, the operators of the defenses would likely be near helpless for the shambling hordes of the unliving. The shroud of the Eternal Nightmare was proving frighteningly effective, debilitating the living with despair and terror.
It was nothing that the fools did not deserve in triplicate, after all. Thresh intended fully to take his metaphorical pound of flesh from the Demacians. Their city would burn to the ground, their women and children would be slain like cattle, and all for the sole purpose of some tyrant's glorious cause...how familiar that sounded. With a weary shake of his head, Thresh leaped down from the wall with his five Legionnaire escorts in close proximity. The Lantern's call was clear to him, and he would not be denied the artifact. Once he had skirted the outskirts of the battle under cover of the dark shroud, Thresh and his companions quickened their pace into the city.
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