Post by Lucas Brightshield on May 18, 2013 4:23:06 GMT -5
A man in a black cloak was slowly marching across the dead, short sword in one hand, axe in the other. Anyone looking at him would see a rather down soldier, struck down by guilt.
And a dead soldier's arm was struck off by his axe. Lucas sighed. He knew some of these. He took his sword, and slashed four times. After standing still and sending a prayer, he moved to the next.
Lucas was faintly aware of some people in the distance, but was too far in himself to notice who they were or why. Another strike of his axe. And one more. And one more...
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 Cordellia Spiritmight on May 18, 2013 6:02:36 GMT -5
Cordellia watched as Shyvana managed to keep her cool at the mention of Maribelle. Cordellia frowned slightly, she had known rumors of Shyvana's affection for the prince, but the half-dragon's reaction only confirmed it. She looked upon Shyvana with a soft expression and opened her mouth to say something, only to close it again as Poppy arrived.
Cordellia turned her attention to Poppy and nodded in greeting, her voice level and professional, something Jarvan wouldn't hear often, "Hello Ambassador."
Post by The Iron Ambassador on May 19, 2013 3:10:03 GMT -5
Poppy looks at the Jarvan and Cordellia, nodding politely at both. Her expression is the same, serious and official one as usual.
"Greetings Prince Jarvan. I suppose you could say that... it was more of a foolish move by myself. Got too close to the Master of Metal with not enough room to avoid his swings.
Even though he himself couldn't hit me at the time due to what you know as "Diplomatic Immunity", he was able to launch me into a wall and... this is what happened."
She sighs before turning to Cordellia, looking at her a for a moment.
"Apologies ma'am, but I cannot recall your name at the moment. Have we met before?"
Post by Metallic Assassin on May 19, 2013 18:37:13 GMT -5
To say that XenoS was a shocked with the sudden battle and destruction of this city was understatement. He remembered speaking with a woman from the city. She seemed like an okay kind of person, and her bird wasn't half bad either. Though when he had heard of the siege being laid in Demacia by the the undead, his plans on visiting the Prince had stopped immediately as he had head off in the other direction a day later. He waited things out, waited for the time he could get back in there safely.
When he did arrive, he scanned the city quietly. He did stick out like a sore thumb, such a robotic figure out in the open like this. Though he friends with the Demacians... Or at least with the Prince he was. Many were crying out in sorrow, pain, or anger. All of this suffering and destruction of war around him, envoloping itself around the metallic assassin... Though none of this phased him at all. This was what he was bred for; the battlefield. All of this was part of war, and he had learned to simply take it in and let it happen if it meant victory or if it meant that his job was completed. Then again, it wasn't his war, so it wasn't his problem for the most part. He just came here as a means of keeping his ties with Jarvan IV strong in case he was caught in a situation that acquired assistance from others.
He walked along the destroy and already rebuilding city, trying to find that Prince. Once he did though, he walked up to him, tapping his shoulder lightly. Once he turned to see the man, he just gave him a small bow. He stood straight before looking at him "I apologize for not arriving before the battle. I would have been able to assist if it weren't for the fact that undead had gotten here first." He said, his voice distorted from the mechanisms inside his suit to hide his identity. "I'm here to help if able. You do not need to worry about money like last time. Your pay was more than enough." He said, smirking lightly behind his mask.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on May 23, 2013 22:56:57 GMT -5
To say the least, Gillam had experienced a rough time during the invasion. To say the most... The knight emerged from the distance, bloodied, crippled, and defeated, but still very alive. His first leg wound was the worst of his injuries, and it had left him rather useless during the second half of the invasion. Many other lesser wounds plagued his body, some open and spilling the dreaded red liquid, others firmly scanned and closed.
However, the mental pain that Gillam was experiencing was by far worse than any physical impairment. Marabelle... Gillam had failed to protect her against the undead minions of Thresh. His efforts to save the newly acclaimed princess were miserably futile. He couldn't bear to tell Jarvan the news, but he knew it was necessary.
"My prince" Gillam uttered, joining the small group that was gathered near the rubble of the once glorious city. "Thresh...Marabelle...they took her." After he let that sink in, he continued, his voice a weak whisper. "I tried the best I could...they were just too powerful..."
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Jarvan watched carefully as the two women spoke to each other. He spoke up once Poppy asked who the other was. "Poppy, this is my cousin Cordellia Spiritmight. Her blood relation with me is through my mother's side. We grew up together."
The prince turned as he felt the tap of metal against his metal shoulder plate. He was pleasantly surprised to see the assassin he hired as a spy. He treated the assassin different than his fellow Demacians. He tried to hide his pain from the mysterious man. "I didn't expect to see you show up." He could practically feel the smile behind the man's mask. "Was that humor I heard? If you are here to help then I will gladly accept it. I may have another job for you as well, if you are up for it."
Jarvan's face darkened as Gillam told him the bad news. "Yes, that is what I thought." His voice was barely audible. "She didn't come home last night you see. So I have been searching through all of the bodies and she is not among them. The last explanation for her disappearance is she was taken." He became overwhelmed by emotion as he struggled to maintain his composure.
The prince could no longer stand around and speak to everyone. He needed to act, he needed to be moving. "I-I will stop by the church to clear my head." He then stormed off, not waiting for anyone else to speak to him.
Last Edit: May 24, 2013 23:10:53 GMT -5 by Deleted
Everyone seemed to be settling in a bit. All the bad had left little hope, but Wukong knew everyone would make it through this! He was confident that they all held great strength and will. He'd remained quiet for now, noticing the mild jealousy from Shyvana at the mention of Jarvan's wife, then the conversation that followed between the two women.
He also noted Poppy, though he didn't say much until-
His ears twitched when Gillam reported to Jarvan, and watched as the Prince's composure began to fall. He'd watch him move off quietly, folding his arms with a deep frown. This was very bad.. Watching the Prince beginning to crack under the pressure. It must be tremendously painful for the man given everything that's happened.
He would have followed Jarvan, but everyone copes with things differently and forcing his presence on the Prince may not help him at all. He was not his best friend, or relative. Perhaps ---
"Cordelia." He turned to her, "I think I'll head into the city and help pick up. Maybe you could swing into the Church and see if they need anything?" He offered as a suggestion, subtly hinting that she may wish to check on Jarvan given his mental and emotional condition at the moment.
Post by Metallic Assassin on May 24, 2013 21:39:19 GMT -5
XenoS nodded. "I was actually coming here for another assignment, but I guess the undead wanted your attention a bit more." He said. At the sound of another job, XenoS was all ears. Sure he had enough money as is from the contracts, but you could never had enough. Besides, it was what he was meant to do, he really couldn't see himself doing anything else that didn't involve steel against flesh. "Well go ahead Your Majesty, I'm all ea-"
And then he was cut off by a nobleman. It irritated him slightly, as he was rather interested in what sort of job he had in mind for the Zaunite. Though, he heard a bit of what he said. Who was this Marabelle? Perhaps someone of grand importance to have him run off and just leave him in the dust. He put his hand out, "Wait a sec-" Aaaand too late... He was gone. He turned back to the group, seeing a woman, a yordle with a broken arm, a rather... Nice looking woman in armor, but with some oddly colored blue skin, and.... A giant talking monkey...
"Wait up!" He said running after him, his voice sounding even more distorted and dysfunctional as he had to raise his voice up a bit. He began running after Jarvan, finally catching up to him. "Who's Marabelle? Is she part of the job description?" He asked. It was the only thing he really CARED for when it came to Jarvan's relations with others. If it was part of the job, he was all ears, but if it wasn't... Well hey it isn't his problem.
Once getting to the church though, he caught word of the priest's word as he talked about the Void and the Institute. Whatever he was saying, it probably wasn't very... Demacian like. "Uh... You think he's allowed to be up there like that?"
Post by prophetthevoid on May 24, 2013 22:01:10 GMT -5
Malzahar watched as his words began to spread, spreading like the powers of the Void. He smiled slightly, glad to see the progress he was going with this. They were all chatting amongst each other, agreeing with the priest's word. A priest nudged Malzahar's arm lightly. "You sure this a good idea? What if the king or prince were to object?" He asked as Malzahar shook his head in determination. "They'll see our point of view, I'm sure of it." He said, the other priest backing away to take his seat again, so unsure of this idea. Though... Perhaps it WAS the right thing to do. They were Demacians after all... They were brave, strong people. Yes... Yes.... They could do this.
And as Jarvan and the assassin had arrived, Malzahar took quick notice. Though he didn't fear much, they wouldn't be able to recognize him. Though he didn't take this for granted as he pointed a finger at him. "There's the prince now! Fellow brothers and sisters, speak what's on your mind to him!" He shouted as they turned to him. Most had wide grins on their faces, sharing the ideas they had all formed together, as bravely united citizens. Others though... Others showed different expressions... Darker ones... They yelled at Jarvan, wondering why they had to wait so long for the summoners to arrive. Some yelled at him, one even throwing an insult or two, blaming HIM for the death of their loved ones, saying he wasn't fast enough to make a decision. However, all came to the verdict that they should head to Icathia to gain power so they could defend themselves if they ever have a situation like this grow again. It was a good sight, to see people wanting to help defend their city-state... But like this? No... They made what seemed like a good idea, go TERRIBLY wrong. They all huddled to the prince, wanting their voice to be heard strongly so that he would understand what they wanted.
Post by The Half Dragon on May 25, 2013 6:34:23 GMT -5
Shyvana regained her posture. She knew her reaction would warrant unneeded drama in an already unstable situation. But she could not easily contain her true feelings even after all is said and done. Jarvan's obliviousness was expected but she could not blame the Prince after all he's been through. Shyvana was very unfamiliar with human emotions even after years of service to Demacia, regardless, it left her feeling lost... The Half Dragon took a short glance at Lady Spiritmight, whom appeared eager to speak to her. Shyvana was now in a timid state, thinking it was her small outburst that may have intrigued Cordellia. Instead, they both suddenly turned to assess the arriving company.
It was The Iron Ambassador, now limping toward them. She moved closer and closer until her severely wounded left arm became apparent. Shyvana cared very much for Demacians, especially for her allies from the army. A bead of sweat trickled off her cheek as she turned, shied away from Jarvan to speak, "Miss Poppy!" Concern in her voice. "Your arm... what creature.." She knew their enemy's massive strength... but could not comprehend the atrocity that was capable of injuring the unyielding yordle. Shyvana placed her hands around her ally, being careful where she held.
A shady, metallic figure approached Jarvan. The Half Dragon, unfamiliar with this figure became alert but quickly dropped her guard as they began to chatter about their alliances. Her eyes softened at the sight of a rather neutral character. The news he brought completely altered the atmosphere around the group. The Prince's face contorted slightly to the man's heavy words. "Thresh...Marabelle...they took her. "...they were just too powerful..." Shyvana dropped her miniscule hold on Poppy and stood up. The Half Dragon displayed a worried expression, having her hand across her mouth, and opposite arm across her chest. "I-I will stop by the church to clear my head." She watched with the others as Jarvan walked off towards the church carrying a grim stature. The metallic man gestured and spoke out for the Prince to halt but was seemingly unheard, he urgently followed his footsteps. Shyvana was aware of the current situation, about to pursue she decided to withhold from further action that would front her muddled feelings. Instead her attention was drawn to Cordellia, and the bearer of bad news. "Spiritmight... what is on her mind..?" "This messenger..." Wukong's suggestion for Cordellia was understood, although... Shyvana also wondered if checking on Jarvan was worth the time. She stood idle in an exhausted posture, similar to those around her.
Post by Vincent Fortier "Skywatcher" on May 25, 2013 6:57:07 GMT -5
Vincent had was had just carried away the corpses that laid the closest to him, his once blue and silver armor was now stained with blood from both the soldiers he had fought along side with and the undead horde. He felt tired, he put his sword in his sheet and looked up the same street he had looked up before, he saw the prince run away from the rest of the group, then followed by some robot, or so he thought.
He took heavy steps towards the group and walked up to them. "Vincent Skywatcher reporting for duty, what are my orders ma'am?" He said to Shyvana and stood attention.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on May 25, 2013 15:58:17 GMT -5
Poppy sighs as Shyvana hugs her, shaking her head.
"Lady Shyvana, you're the last person here I would've expected to do that...
I suppose Demacia is rubbing off on you."
She then watches Jarvan and an unknown armored person walk off. If Jarvan trusted him enough to let him that close without watching over his shoulder, he was trustworthy enough. She leans Whomper against her shoulder as she turns back to Shyvana.
"And my injury is not directly caused by the enemy. More by my own foolishness. Even though I was able to protect myself with the so-called "Diplomatic Immunity", I had no room to avoid Mordekaiser's swing, and the swing was strong enough to launch me to a wall, which caused this broken arm.
I should probably return to Bandle City and inform the Mayor of all this. Though no doubt he will learn anyway... I need to let my arm heal however, and Bandle City would be better for that purpose than Demacia in this state."
She then turns to Cordellia and bows politely.
"Apologies if we've met before and I do not remember, a concussion can do that to one's memory."
Post by Gillam Dunwall on May 25, 2013 16:06:18 GMT -5
Gillam stays silent, watching Jarvan depart with the metallic figure, observing the embrace between Poppy and Shyvana. He was too hurt, emotionally and physically, to focus on what they were saying.
After his mind clears, Gillam turns towards Poppy. "Ambassador, my foolishness caused me to wind up in this era." Chuckling a bit, he contiunues. "Regardless, I lost a valuable asset to the Prince...I will never be able to forgive myself for it."
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Jarvan snapped his heard towards the assassin and looked at him coldly. "Yes, Marabelle is a part of the job description." He sighed and looked forward, lest his grief betrays his features. "You met her before. That day in the throne room, when I slapped you across the face. Marabelle was the one who healed you. I ended up marrying her, but she was taken by those Shadow Isles cur. My job for you is to get me information on the Isles, find out where it is if you can."
The prince's already foul mood turned darker as he heard the blasphemous words coming from the church. As he entered, he was immediately bombarded by the citizen's new beliefs. He was infuriated by this new spew of lies. Demacians were strong people, they wouldn't just turn to something as dramatic as the Void out of desperation. Unless, someone was giving them these lies and feeding their fear.
"Citizens please calm down, your fear has clouded your judgement. You are saying you want to join an evil force bent of destruction? Do you people remember when I went to Icathia with the League to prevent them from attacking? They had monsters under their control. A creature from the Void ATE one of our summoners! Did you people forget that they attacked Freljord? Out of cold blood they unleashed an unprovoked attack, much like the Isles did to us. You want to become the evil that slaughtered your families?!"
Jarvan stood tall in front of the citizens, not flinching or backing down at their anger. At this moment he set aside all of his grief and fear in order to fix the problem that began to spread within his own people.
"A lot of lives were lost in this attack, but we succeeded in holding them back. All of you are alive right now because of the brave Demacian military and the backup from the League. Justice will prevail as it always does! Now, kind people of Demacia, who has been spoon feeding you these lies?"
Post by prophetthevoid on May 27, 2013 22:35:25 GMT -5
Malzahar watched as Jarvan retaliated with his own words. Damn... This would be tough. With him around he'll just keep moving the dull citizens to the Demacian ways. No matter, they would be taken care of. A priest walked up to Malzahar whispering, "The Prince is here, now what do we do?" He asked worriedly before Malzahar turned to him, a look of determination and bravery on his face. "Do not worry brother, I have this under control." He said as he walked off to the crowd to get to Jarvan.
The crowd was calmed slightly, but another spoke out to refuel the fire and nurture the seed of doubt. "If we're so strong why are we relying on the summoners' help?! We're losing strength and this war is showing it!" He shouted as the others then screamed in rage and agreement. Malzahar caught up to Jarvan with a panicked look. "I'm sorry Your Majesty. I tried to give them a small boost of courage I had NO idea they would ramble of the Void!" He said as he looked around the raging crowd. "Oh please forgive me Your Highness! I was trying to do the good thing here."
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