Post by The Blade's Shadow on May 8, 2013 20:00:59 GMT -5
April 21st, 23 CLE, 2:14 AM, Noxian Veil - Northern Front
Time was never something that Talon spent freely, every moment put to some use, even if most did not see the significance. The past month had been no different, daily regimes of constant, tireless surveillance. The wall itself wasn't particularly important, partially complete and being toiled over daily by unimportant peons. No, what was important was the gaping hole in the north.
Every day, easily for three solid weeks, he would watch. Take note of every coming and every going, the time, the person, what it seemed they wanted and how long they took. If he could not tell who it was, they were described in exacting detail.
He'd gauged his timing as best he could and this day would be his entrance. The guards, while astute, were not perfect. Like any force, they were but men. Dressed in midnight blue to blend into the darkness of night as best he could, he stole closer while one of the patrols was scheduled to be nowhere near his chosen entry.
Swift feet took him in and out of cover, a bush here, a shadow there. Anything and everything he could manage. It paid off marvelously, scaling a tiny portion of partially completed wall to drop down on the other side, landing without a sound. His observation had paid off, there was no one watching on the other side.
He was in the clear, slinking away by the darkness of night. Well away from the wall, he slipped around the corner of a building, likely a barracks, coming upon a pair of guards apparently taking one of the very few graces they would ever get, leaned against the wall in silence on either side of a wall torch.
One caught his movement in the corner of his eyes and started, opening his mouth. A swift motion assured that it would never close of its own accord again, a flash of red in the moonlight all but bursting from the man's throat, Talon's expertly thrown dagger slicing directly across his throat, robbing him of his voice and only moments later, his life as well.
The second had time to reach for her sword, fingers curling about the handle and freezing there in the cold grip of death, her remorseless killer having lunged forward and driven his armblade into her heart, the swift motion looking more like a punch in the chest than anything, save for the vicious steel that protruded from her back.
Talon was quick to coat the pair's weapons in each other's blood, framing them for one another's deaths, sure to drive the man's very basic sword hilt-deep into the woman's chest. It was a call too close for his liking, which already meant it was more than too close for comfort. He had grown relaxed in DuCouteau's absence.
Never again. He stole away into the night with all the haste his lithe frame afforded him, speeding toward the center of Noxus to the only place he ever truly felt needed, felt wanted. His home, the mansion DuCouteau. The hardest part was behind him, for he knew the city far better than a wall he'd never been across once before in his life.
Post by The Headsman's Pride on May 9, 2013 10:52:06 GMT -5
April 22nd, 23 CLE, 6:52 AM, Noxian Veil - Northern Front
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Steel legs clicked against the stone floor along the wall's northern front. Word had spread of a security breach, so Urgot had to go there to check if the rumors were true.
Urgot finally appeared at the scene. Guards aimlessly wandered around, checking the surrounding doors and windows. But mostly, they were being noisy. Everyone. Out. Now. The men quickly dispersed, leaving Urgot alone with the corpses in almost complete silence. He drew closer and turned the woman's corpse over with one of his legs. The other's sword was buried deep into her chest - perhaps passion was involved? No, that couldn't be. The victims barely knew each other; no records of any possible relationship were availible, and the noxian military was very thorough with these matters.
He tilted the same leg to turn the man over and examine him when a small, silvery glint coming from the man's throat caught the corner of his eye. Urgot's front legs flexed, allowing him to reach the man's head. With his bladed arm he made an incision in the man's neck, which allowed the pseudo-fingers of his cannon to pick up the glinting item.
A throwing dagger. Which meant assassins. Which in turn meant that an assassin was currently freely roaming the streets of Noxus.
Urgot immediately turned back and hastily headed towards his office
Post by Lyalla "Raven" Tronei on May 10, 2013 6:07:19 GMT -5
Lyalla sighed, as she would be walking down to Andre's own command tent, reports in her right hand, pressed against her side. It was a rather big report, considering what he asked for: 30 pages of reports. She would open the tent, stepping inside, and waited for him to come and greet her, though she called out.
"I apologize for the wait, sir, but this took a bit...longer than expected...you did ask for a lot of reports."
Post by Andre Bleakwood on May 10, 2013 22:10:30 GMT -5
"A lot of reports, but this is standard procedure for my filing." Andre answered as he entered into view, still in armor and wearing his blade, even here. In his off hand, he carried a pint of warm beer. One pint was his limit to keep his mind clear, so he savored it, often nursing one for hours on end. He took the reports and started to go through the top one to see what was lacking on the Wall.
"Thank you, leftenant. My secretary would normally do this, but she failed in her tasks, now she is under Urgot's command as whatever the wall needs. Be it clerical work, meat, bedding, or building. If you see the woman, do send her my regards." Andre said calmly as he turned the page on the report.
"Did the abomination have anything to tell me or am I taking these mages back home?" Andre stated with a slight growl.
Post by The Headsman's Pride on May 11, 2013 10:16:45 GMT -5
Urgot's legs ferried him into view, loudly stomping against the stone floor. "The abomination" has to speak with you, Bleakwood. Preferrably somewhere private. He continued walking until he was right beside both Lyalla and Andre, filling the air with a very noticeable (and disgusting) cloud of putrefaction.
Post by Andre Bleakwood on May 11, 2013 11:31:37 GMT -5
Andre was severely tempted to tell Urgot to go bugger himself with Jarvan's lance, but that was a breach of discipline and would make matters worse between the two. Andre also was concerned for this leftenant's safety, as she was here for just a few years, most likely she would not want party to political bullshit. Urgot had a bad rep for laziness, and this officer showed some promise.
"Leftenant, prepare the mages to leave if need be. You have proved loyal and prompt, so I give you leave to join the mages in departure if you wish it. I have recently lost an officer and need a replacement in Noxus. We will discuss details in Noxus if you are interested. Dismissed." Andre coldly stated as if he was looking at a map of a battlefield instead of reports.
Andre then waved Urgot into the back area of Andre's tent. This area held Andre's bed (not a four poster bed like his station would allow, but a raised piece of wood with a couple of wool blankets and a bedroll), a night stand, a peg for his chainmail, and a weapon rack for his blade. Andre downed the rest of the pint and touched his sword, as if to remind himself he still had it on. Andre let Urgot in and then waited until Tronei left. Andre had no idea what happened on the wall during the night, as his officers had been helping the investigation or helping Andre prepare his forces to leave. He was hopeful for hearing good news, but he assumed this was Urgot demanding something of him, and Andre felt he had to oblige him in listening, but he was prepared to flatly refuse him.
"What do you want?" Andre stated. His voice had a sharp edge and Andre felt annoyed that Urgot had two feet of height on him.
Post by The Headsman's Pride on May 11, 2013 13:05:52 GMT -5
Urgot's legs slowly transported him inside the tent. He stared at Bleakwood with his dead, motionless face, letting the silence fill the room for a few seconds. His respiraters flared up with green necromantic energy, and then he whispered; making sure noone outside the tent could hear him.
An assassin has breached our defenses, and two soldiers were lost. The general has already been informed. He paused, letting the words sink in. Just thought you may want to know.
After that, Urgot would turn around and slowly exit the tent.
Post by Andre Bleakwood on May 12, 2013 9:38:56 GMT -5
Andre simply let Urgot leave and exited the tent shortly thereafter, pouring the remainder of his beer on the ground. He growled at his banner-men and they signaled his host to march. All of the mages and summoners Andre brought with him were on their way back to Noxus. Andre mounted his charger and rode to the head of the line. He did a swift glance to see if Tronei had decided to follow.
He was not going to punish Urgot without clear orders from Swain allowing him to and what he could do. Urgot was meant to be a symbol, and Andre did not want to break it apart if Swain did not want him to. Andre clenched the reins tightly. He didn't have control over this and he should, but Swain had warped this. He hated to take the time to do this in person, but this would require some privacy. For morale... sometimes it seemed pointless. The men hated Urgot, but they feared him more. So ripping the dead man a new one with a cat of nine tails wouldn't hurt their faith in Urgot. But Urgot was dead, so what could hurt him?
Post by Lyalla "Raven" Tronei on May 16, 2013 7:09:26 GMT -5
Lyalla would be sitting on her own horse, giving a small nod and salute to Andre when he looked over at her, before she looked forward once again, waiting for his orders, although, she brought her horse up to line up with his, and began to whisper to him.
"I forgot to tell you this earlier, but, Sir Urgot also tried to give myself orders to override yours, Sir. I felt that might be needed to tell to you." Without waiting for his response, she guided her horse back over to where she was before, and faced forward once again.
Post by Andre Bleakwood on May 16, 2013 14:33:03 GMT -5
"Men, let's go home." Andre declared to his leftenants loudly, and the line began to move towards Noxus.
Andre's face was as cold as ever, but inside his mind, he was checking for possibilities for what Urgot and Tronei had said.
Urgot was not playing ball. That one refused to be commanded. Andre had no use for such men, but Urgot and Swain went back, so there was little Andre could do. But now Urgot thought to override him and usurp him. Any other soldier would be executed. Not having one's paperwork at a meeting was not grounds for legal mutiny, although Urgot could have slowed his reports to make Andre's job more difficult and allow this to happen.
This wall had smelled bad from the start. Someone else should have had command, even another general. Urgot should not have gotten the wall. ANYONE would have been less trouble, for at least they could be killed for insubordination without anyone blinking.
For perhaps the first time in his life, Andre found himself angry at Swain.
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