Jarvan swiftly brought Malzahar down to to ground. While his opponent was winded, he used this opportunity to regain his stance. As Malzahar began to fight against Jarvan, he wrestled each arm to the ground and pinned each down with his knees. He was a heavy man, especially in his armor, so it would take a lot of force to get him off of his prey.
The prince looked at the prophet of the void with burning anger. "This isn't the first time we have been in this situation. Only a creature as vile as you would use an attack to try and wriggle your void nonsense into innocent people."
Jarvan was grateful for Xin's booming voice that finally shut everyone up. He looked up at the mass of people around him. "Good people of Demacia, you have been fooled by Malzahar. He used this tragedy to try and corrupt your minds. You must not falter and fall to his state. Demacia is strong, we survived an attack against incredible foes. We do not need the powers he offers. Even if we accepted them, the void taint would madden us and make us kill our loved ones. Trust in the Lightshield line as your protectors."
Post by Cordellia Spiritmight on Jun 6, 2013 2:00:48 GMT -5
Cordellia made her way to where Jarvan had pinned down Malzahar, she studied the prophet with a raised eyebrow, he certainly didn't look like much at all. She unsheathes her blade about half way, cracks splinter across the metal as five shards break away and position themselves around Malzahar's neck like a deadly collar, "One false move prophet, I'll cut your throat to ribbons. Understood?" She asked, authority sounding in her voice as one of the shards pressed in closely and hard enough to draw a few small beads of blood.
Post by theseneschal on Jun 6, 2013 20:11:16 GMT -5
Xin remained stoic as he observed the events unfold before him. It was more then handled by this point, and the Seneschal felt no reason to interfere. He would listen to Poppy as he watched the Prophet be dealt with.
"The League has already interjected." He said as he stood like a statue near the main entryway of the church. "And will likely continue to do so until these matters are resolved."
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Jun 7, 2013 6:45:37 GMT -5
Poppy shakes her head and sighs before turning her gaze to Jarvan holding Malzahar down. Magicians... easily restrained when their magic is not there to help them.
"I wish I could be as certain as you about this Xin Zhao, but I cannot. The way the League has handled events regarding the Shadow Isles has left much to be hoped for.
The Eternal Nightmare was allowed to escape and become a part of the Isles, and despite the clear threat they had been for the living before, like when Hecarim rode through Demacia's countryside, leaving a wake of destruction behind him, they merely felt that having them as Champions would be enough to keep them in line...
Yet, this was allowed to happen. I wonder if the League even realizes how arrogant they were in their... leash on these creatures."
She leans against Whomper's handle, her gaze as determined and serious as ever. A lot could have gone different if the League had truly kept grasp on these... abominations. Many lives could've been saved...
Post by prophetthevoid on Jun 8, 2013 12:43:32 GMT -5
The citizens gathered to look at the Prophet struggling under the prince's grasp. He snarled at him, but was cut off by the shards surrounding his neck. The crowd gasped slightly, wondering if they were going to end the man's life then and there. Though at the voices of others, including Poppy's he couldn't help but smile. "The yordle has a point you know." He said to the crowd. "The League is incompetent. How long did you have to wait out for their assistance? How many LIVES were lost, your brothers and sisters as you call them, to have the League push back the undead?"
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Jun 8, 2013 13:08:18 GMT -5
Poppy lifts Whomper to her shoulder and starts walking over to where Jarvan is holding Malzahar down.
"Would someone mind silencing this fool of a prophet before I smash his skull in?
If you dare try use my words to further your own cause once more Malzahar... your "Void" will have to find a new prophet, and you will need to find a new head to replace the one that will become nothing but a wet stain on the floor.
The League has made mistakes yes, but they can learn. They were arrogant, but they are no doubt wise enough to learn from their mistakes. I suggest you do the same... Malzahar. "
She sighs as she stops, standing very close to Malzahar and Jarvan, letting Whomper drop down again with a loud clank when it hits the ground.
Post by The Might of Demacia on Jun 10, 2013 10:17:47 GMT -5
"If not for the League, there wouldn't be enough of Valoran left for you to spread your filth. I'd cut them a little slack." Garen chimed in as he entered the scene. He had been organising part of the clean-up effort with his men, but the ruckus had caught his attention and here he was. "Your championship in the League may also very well be the only thing keeping Cordellia from taking your head off and Poppy from flattening what's left, just so you know."
Garen felt distinctly under-dressed for the occasion in his PT kit consisting only of a tank top and shorts, but he had only been expecting moving rubble today, not an encounter with a potentially hostile champion and half the Demacian nobility. Mostly because without his sword by his side, he could hardly join in on the Prophet-threatening party.
Post by prophetthevoid on Jun 11, 2013 16:18:37 GMT -5
"I am no fool blacksmith, you all are!" He hissed at her. "Those who deny their fate and future are only destined to repeat the follies of those behind them! They always tried to resist, they went to drastic measures to smash and destroy Icathia, but it came at a cost you know. We only wish to fulfill what Fate has put in store for Runeterra, yet the greed of mortal man always stands in its way. You all had this coming." He sneered before turning to hear the sound of Garen entering. It was a different sight to see the man without his armor. It made him look... Vulnerable actually.
He rolled his eyes, though the gesture was unseen through his glowing eyes. "They couldn't get rid of Us if they sold their soul to the ones who attacked you. It wouldn't be anything shocking if they did so anyways." He added at the end of the statement... Though he should probably be careful what he wishes for.
Wukong looked away briefly. A curious glance shot towards the ceiling as he 'unintentionally' snapped the base of his staff back right into the back of Malz head to knock him out. "Hmmm.." He hummed, looking down towards J4 and Malz, tapping his lower lip with a contemplative glance. The hit should be enough to knock Malz out cold.
"Hehe." He chuckled, sliding the staff over his shoulder and offering a cheesy grin towards Garen when he spots him. He seemed completely oblivious to what he'd done, though it'd be pretty obvious he intended it.
Post by Cordellia Spiritmight on Jun 12, 2013 16:31:13 GMT -5
Cordellia quickly moved the blades out of the way from Malazhar's throat as the staff came down upon his head, she didn't want to exactly kill him... Not just yet. She looks to Jarvan a slight smile on her lips, leave the civilians to the guards? I think we ought to question the prophet on a few things."
The shards make their way back to her blade, effortlessly fitting into place as she sheaths her sword. She glances toward Garen and gives him a small wave, the leader of the Dauntless Vangard, she had known since she was young. And now she was trying to lead a replica of his unit... Curious, she should see what he thought of it all when they have time. She frowns and looked back down to Malzahar, how dare he try to convert citizens of Demacia to the ways of the Void. She would make sure he suffered.
Jarvan eased off of Malzahar's body as he was knocked out. He nodded towards his cousin when she spoke to him. "Yes that would be best." He then lifted the Prophet up and threw his limp body over his shoulder.
The people moved out of the way as their prince attempted to leave the church. He approached a group of guards before leaving. "Get these people into the infirmary. Make sure the void hasn't corrupted their minds." The guards agreed with him and began to round up the people so they could be escorted out. Jarvan then exited the church and began his short journey to the Demacian dungeons.
Post by The Sentinel's Sorrow on Jun 14, 2013 15:54:14 GMT -5
The invasion and devastation had pained Galio more than he would ever admit or show. Yet, in some ways he was not as dispirited as his fellow Demacians. He had experienced a true and total loss of a home. Of a purpose. This was entirely different. While many brave and innocent souls had perished, Demacia still stood. The royal family, and all the champions of Demacia were alive. And while they remained, Demacia and the ideals it stood for would never fall.
As he soared over the carnage and ruinous state of Demacia, he wondered how many had died and how many more who were alive felt they had failed in some way. Hopefully, all would settle out eventually as time passed, though he was unsure how exactly people dealt with their sorrow. He would help with the cleanup, but that was not his purpose. His was there to protect.
As he flew over a church, he heard a great commotion going on inside and noticed a crowd of soldiers and civilians gathered around it. Coming to a soft landing on the roof, Galio took up a gargoyle like position and waited for something to happen. Getting inside was out of the question, because of his size and the crowd gathered.
Spying Jarvan IV moving out of the building with what appeared to be a body draped over his shoulder, Galio flew the short distance to land next to him. Walking beside him, Galio asked in a rumbling voice, "Is there anything I can do, sir?"
Post by The Might of Demacia on Jun 15, 2013 8:13:30 GMT -5
"Such an unfortunate accident, Wukong." Garen smiled slightly at his fellow champion's innocent expression. It was just a bit of amusement in these times which were anything but amusing - bodies were still turning up as the rubble was cleared, and the dead with bodies left to uncover were the luckier ones.
"Cordellia. I see you're unharmed. That's good." He returned the wave as he watched the prince leave with the Void Prophet over his shoulder.
"Somebody bring me up to speed here. What on Runeterra is Malzahar doing in our city?"
Post by Cordellia Spiritmight on Jun 15, 2013 11:08:16 GMT -5
Cordellia looked to Garen as she moved past him to follow Jarvan, "Well, basicly, Malzahar managed to sneack into Demacia and take the guise of a priest so that he could play with the minds of the grieving Demacian's and convert them to the Void."
By now, Cordellia had reached the exit to the Church, many of the guards had begun moving in to secure the civilians. She pushed her way past and jogged to catch up with her cousin and the unconscious Prophet slung over his shoulder. Her eyes lingered on the hulking form of Galio, studying him as she moved just behind her cousin while following him to the dungeons.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Jun 16, 2013 16:51:33 GMT -5
Seeing the Prophet silenced for now, Poppy lets out a sigh of relief. Finally, the fool would stop spreading his filth. Then as she turns around to see Jarvan carry Malzahar to the dungeons, she spots a rather familiar face.
Galio, the Sentinel's Sorrow. The Guardian she stopped by all those years ago when delivering the helm. The one person she shared a past with...
She lifts Whomper to her back and places it in a case she had made in case she would have to carry it around without one of her hands, closing the case and starting to walk towards the Guardian rather quickly. When she reaches Galio and Jarvan, she looks up at the gargoyle.
"I doubt you will be needed in the interrogation Galio, but you can always assist in the rebuilding of Demacia.
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