An expression of perturbation crossed Thresh's ghastly mask as the Legionaire before him was literally reduced to nothingness by the enchanted arrow, but was undaunted in his efforts to reacquire the Lantern. Even as his bodyguards fell like wheat to a scythe from the resounding energies, the Warden's grasping chains hurtled forward amidst the destruction, intent on reaching their goal. As they close the distance though, a single arrow impeded their progress, lancing between a pair of the links and holding them fast.
"Do not insult me with your honeyed words, Azazel!" Thresh screeched in fury, brandishing his scythe in his right hand. "You have overstepped the King's will one time too many!"
With his free hand, Thresh seized hold of the chains extending towards the Lantern, smirking slightly as his will manifested ever more throughout their being. Without the Lantern, his ability to control the magics of the unliving was hindered to a degree, but even in his weakened state his power was not to be trifled with. Along the path that they had had carved, the chains began to unravel link by link, extending ever further towards their eventual goal. It was enough.
As the tip of the chain reached out, the minute hook at its end was overtaken in a sinister glow as the Lantern blazed to life, practically snapping towards its master. As hook and ring were bonded once more, a surge of malevolent power erupted along the chain's length, shattering the arrow where it lay embedded and swiftly retracting. An unspeakable malice glinted in the pitted eyes of Thresh's mask as the Lantern snapped back into his gauntleted hand with a resounding clang, his gaze only amplifying as the soul magic of the Lantern coursed through him again with a mad cackle.
"Now then," the Warden hummed, raising his arm as the blade of his scythe took on a sickly green glow. "Which of you miserable ticks wishes to perish first?" Without so much waiting for an answer, Thresh swung his scythe in a broad arc towards those standing against him, the blade erupting into emerald flames as it hurtled towards his victims.
A flash of brilliant gold light erupted from the rune upon the ground before Belle and Azazel as Thresh's Scythe arced towards them, Azazel frowned, he hadn't expected Thresh to attack so irrationally. Azazel acts quickly as the prism of light holds the scythe in place for a few moments. Had it been a normal soldier, they would have been trapped indefinitely, but since it was Thresh, a champion of the Isles, the rune was only strong enough to hold the weapon for a few precious moments. Moving quickly Azazel pushes himself towards Belle, a sphere of black energy forming in his hand as he moves, the illusion of the priest fading away to show Azazel's true self. His robes seemed to pulsate with each slight movement he made making it hard to distinguish where his limbs actually where.
Azazel brought his hand in a forceful thrust into into Belle's shoulder, the sphere of black energy erupting upon contact with her sending tendrils of black magic snaking out across her shoulder and down her arms, entwining themselves tightly against her flesh constricting her movement. Pain would rack through her body as the tendrils forced her muscles to contort bringing her arms behind her back.
Azazel turns his eyes upon the Warden, anger flashing briefly, "I said she was a gift to the king! You dare question my loyalties?!"
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on May 13, 2013 15:37:00 GMT -5
Eyes widened when the creature took the arrow, and seemed to simply disintegrate before her. It was a shock, but her focus hadn't been averted as she had a goal intent to be completed.
A scream.. A startled scream? Belle snapped her focus away from Thresh for a split second, her eyes searching the terrifying darkness that engulfed Demacia. She hadn't seen the source, though the shift of green that rushed passed her caused Belle to return her gaze to Thresh - who now held his lantern. Angrily she pulled a new arrow, and took aim on Thresh with a scowl, "I won't allow i--" The scythe raked in a curve towards Azazel and Belle. But before she could act, she saw it suspended by the runes, causing her brow to crease with mild confusion.
She readied her bow quickly, and just as she was about to unleash the arrow towards Thresh, she was bumped sending the arrow - burning with magic - off into the distance. It's illumination of golden white fading behind the veil of darkness almost instantly. She tried to move her arms, and felt them coiled about by the shadows, causing panic to take over.
"N-No!" Belle shouted, crying out as her arms were forced behind her back. The bow dropped to the ground behind her, fizzling out as the magic instantly drained from it's intricate curves. She tried to turn, her skin paling as she heard Azazel's words and saw his real face. She couldn't help but freeze up with terror. Her head bowing as tears started to stream down her cheeks.
Post by Gillam Dunwall on May 13, 2013 22:12:49 GMT -5
The lights flicker out as quickly as they appeared. Gillam, hearing Belle scream, becomes alert again. His leg is screaming in pain, however, Gillam ignores this as best he can. He has to find some way to come to Belle's defense. However, the Paranoia has rendered Gillam virtually hopeless.
Suddenly, the area is illuminated again. Gillam, shocked at first, looks down. "The pendant..." He mutters. Gillam's pendant is glowing brightly. Without questioning and hesitation, the knight looks past Belle to the Shadow Islanders ahead. He takes a deep breath, grabbing his buckler and lance in hand.
"YYYYYAAAAAAAH!" A cry erupts from Gillam as he leaps out from his cover, moving swiftly in front of Belle and bracing for anything that might come flying towards the Demacians' direction.
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
"A gift to the king, Azazel?" Thresh wondered aloud, the sinister lights behind his mask flaring menacingly, "Or a means to pay off your own failures and disloyalty to the Isles? Is that it, hm?"
With a quick flick of his scythe's chain, the weapon nudged forward from its suspended position with an audible *chink*, followed immediately with a shattering impact as the runic prison it had been held in fell to pieces before its malevolent enchantments. Free to continue on its path, the blade impacted the ground just between and before Azazel's feet, the spectral flames that wreathed it bursting out amidst the sounds of wailing torment to singe the unliving summoner.
"Your boundaries have been overstepped, Azazel, but I shall deign to spare you, for the time being," Thresh snarled, returning his scythe to his hand with a casual flick of his hand. "Though such a fate would be fitting for you, I'll not leave you to perish in this cesspool of a city-state. No, not when I can have you stand trial before the King himself. Then...by his will, you both shall be mine." A contempt-filled gaze was cast towards both summoner and captive before Thresh gestured away. "The city has fallen, and our presences shall doubtlessly be needed elsewh-"
"YYYYYAAAAAAAAAAH!" came an unexpected scream of determination, followed by a shape bursting from within the mists and surging forward at the band of undead. A knight, it appeared, one who had not yet been cowed by the nightmarish haze settling about the city.
"...tsk," Thresh muttered to himself, unsure whether to think of the knight as being very brave or very foolish. "Legion, do away with this trash."
It took a few moments for Legion to recover from the shock of magic that course through its mental connections. Righting themselves the Legionnaires watched the events unfold between Thresh, Marabelle and Azazel. Then Legion noticed a small quiet power from the shadows, followed by the cry of the young knight charging to defend the mortal girl. As Thresh gave the orders a handful of the Legionnaires moved forward ready to cut the boy down for his foolishness.
"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."
Post by Gillam Dunwall on May 19, 2013 22:41:24 GMT -5
Gillam stared death in the eye as Thresh's men began to close around him. He turned back to Marabelle, whispering orders in her ear. "Don't move. Wait until they're distracted, then make a run for it. I'll hold them off as long as I can."
Gillam's leg was screaming at him. He could feel bandages covering his wound shedding within his armor, but he did not care. He accepted the fact that what he was doing was possibly the stupidest thing he had ever done, in his past life or present. However, he knew that destiny meant for him to be present here. He was well aware that he was going to die, and he embraced the fact.
"Alright, then. How do you bastards enjoy a lance to your face?" Gillam asked the question nonchalantly, holding his lance and buckler up, ready for an attack. "Come at me, then. You won't leave Demacia alive."
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Azazel listened as Thresh made his speech, his patience wearing thin with the Chain Warden. As the spectral swept towards him, Azazel raised a palm, filtering magic through it to create a protective barrier that struggled to stand against Thresh's fire stopping it from singing him. As the flames faded away the glowing emerald barrier was now visible, cracks webbing out across the dome shaped barrier, mere seconds away from shattering.
"You... Stu--" He went to growl, cutting himself off as he heard the cry of the Demacian, he turned to watch the events unfold. Azazel had Belle still gripped tightly in his hand, the black tendrils binding her stopping any attempt she may have had made at escaping. He listens as the man whispers to her, telling her to run. Was he blind? He wouldn't last ten seconds against Legion. Azazel chuckles as the man declares they won't be leaving alive, "We're already dead you fool."
Azazel hauled Belle away from the man, whispering an incantation as he dragged her, a dark green ripple cracks open in the air before them spewing forth a sickening pale green light form within as it began to open.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on May 20, 2013 3:19:24 GMT -5
Belle let out a cry as the flame flew towards Azazel - and her given her position. As the shield cracked beneath its powerful assault, she'd try to fight Azazel's hold only to be yanked back with the black tendrils tightening.
When Gillam came rushing in, a horrified look came over Belle. She let out a scream, "NO! Run!" She called out, until he'd stop and whisper towards her. Shocked, and confused, Belle shook her head quickly, "RUN! Get help! You have to survi--" Cut off by the sudden rip in reality, wincing back as the greenish glow struck out towards Azazel and Belle. She'd shake her head quickly, frantically fighting Azazel as much as she might.
"Sir Gillam, run!" She pleaded, "Alert Jarvan!" Seeing Legion moving to deal with him she'd panic even more, "RUN!" She knew he might be the only chance she had to be saved. But if he died -- She might not have another chance.
A few of the Legionnaires approached Gillam, weapons ready to tear his flesh and to end his life for the glory of the king. One of them pointed to where Belle once was as they spoke.
"You have failed little man, the one you wanted to protect is taken from you, you come to face us ready to die. You are one against many, boy. Your best hope was to run from us as fast as you could, but now you die."
The Legionnaires made their way to Gillam and made their way to attack him, numbers defiantly to Legion's advantage.
"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."
Post by Gillam Dunwall on May 22, 2013 20:39:57 GMT -5
As Marabelle is being ripped towards the undead beings, Gillam stops, his eyes wide. "No..." He extends a hand out, but instinctively stops. "Marabelle... stay strong for the prince... STAY STRONG FOR DEMACIA!" Gillam is holding back tears, but he does not attempt to chase.
"This isn't over..." The knight turns towards Thresh, pointing a finger at the spectral champion. "We will crush you out of existence... just you wait."
With that, Gillam hobbled away, defeated, but at least alive.
Last Edit: May 24, 2013 21:33:23 GMT -5 by Gillam Dunwall
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Thresh had been prepared to immediately gore the stalwart knight where he stood for his insolence, or perhaps send him tumbling and screaming into the darkest depths of The Box; such a punishment would be unfitting, however. If there were no survivors of the incident, then there would be nobody remaining to tell the story of what had transpired. With a satisfied chuckle, he jauntily whirled his sickle along a short length of its chain as the Demacian fled.
"Insubstantial and insufficient, boy," the Warden spat with gleeful contempt. "Go now, and spread word of what you have beheld. Perhaps the self-righteous upstart of a prince will even show you mercy for your failure..."
A final derisive laugh was sent after the wounded knight as Thresh calmly gestured away to the Legionnaires. "Desist. For now he is worth more to us alive. He shall not soon forget this failure, however." With a clanking of metal, the Warden wheeled about and began to march back towards the gates of Demacia.
"I grow weary of this place; let us be off," he commanded to the motley assemblage. "We shall see how the King receives this...'gift', of yours Azazel. He shall judge you, and should my suspicions ring true..." The dark summoner claimed innocence of treason, certainly, but Thresh was not about to give him the benefit of a doubt. The Ruined King would render judgement upon his own pawn in time, but Thresh was not about to wildly wave accusations about without a true motive in mind.
As he advanced down the cobblestone path, a wry smile was cast in the direction of their new captive. "Ooh, yes," Thresh crooned, a grim chortle escaping him. "It's about to get much worse."
As the rip grew wider, more of the sickening pale green light spilled forth, distance screams could be heard howling from within the rip, Azazel sneers at the woman as he drags her towards the entrance, "Shut up woman, or I will kill you and be done with it." As if to make sure she shut up he raises his free hand out to the side, a nearby sack shooting into his hand. With sharp and most likely painful movements and jams the sack over her head, a satisfied grunt sounded from Azazel.
With that, Azazel would push her with unnatural strength towards the magical rift causing her to stumble through only to be blinded by the sickening light. Azazel would soon step in after her, not bothering to reply to Thresh.
Post by Marabelle De'Vera Lightshield on May 27, 2013 7:29:56 GMT -5
This was it... She knew she had no chance. Every moment was like feeling her soul being ripped away from her body as she witnessed the rift and winced back at its intense, haunting green glow. Feeling herself pushed closer, her head moved back as her feet struggled to press into the ground trying to fight the waning distance between them. Soft screams escaped her, short and high pitched with panic overwhelming her.
The last thing she saw was Gillam running away. For a moment, she felt a sense of relief knowing he had escaped. Thresh didn't pursue him, and ordered the undead creatures to leave him be. Thresh's words drew her focus, only to find blackness as the sack was pulled forcefully over her head. With a terrified scream, Belle tried desperately to fight Azazel. The green glow piercing the darkness of the fabric intensely, blinding her as the haunted cries from the rift practically drowned out her own.
"JARVAN!!" She called out in a sorrowful scream, before disappearing into the rift.
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