Post by The Ruined King on May 12, 2013 3:05:58 GMT -5
9th April
The Ruined King's eyes flared with blue spirit fire, his black helm obscuring all but his eyes. The creatures that lurked upon the isles hid in fear of the king, his power absolute and near god-like upon the Isles. Accompanied by Hecarim and Legion, The Ruined King moved swiftly, his steps determined and filled with purpose.
A decrepit cathedral rose into above the horizon. It's windows shattered and it's stone was crumbled, only adding to the ancient, forsaken aura that permeated the area. This is where Death had invading during the Ruined Kings slumber.
He pauses before the massive Cathedral that had been built while the king slept his right arm coming out to his side, shadowy black smoke coils around his armor and pooling into his hand, elongating to a sword like shape before solidifying. He growls at the Hecarim and his six escorts controlled by Legion,
"First and foremost I am here to claim the soul he stole from us. Hecarim, should we be denied, destroy it."
The Ruined King begins moving once more towards the entrance, his sabatons clicking loudly against the stone steps, the black flowing excess power flowing from the king looking like a cape that swayed as he stepped, black smoke rising form his form.
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
The six Legionnaires formed a circle around their king. These were host the King himself set aside for a personal guard should the need arise, such as this. Legion kept its senses open for any treachery from the Karthus, though its power was stronger on the isle's proper it still paid to be aware. They held their weapons ready to protect the king and Lord Hecarim to the best of its ability.
"We will act on your command our Liege."
"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."
Karthus' eyes flared to life, the dark mist of his silent communal with Death dispersing as he sensed the Ruined King's approach. Had the King conquered over Demacia? Or had he failed, and come to eke out some form of retribution? Only time would tell of his true intent.
Karthus rose from his kneeling position, picking up his scythe and looked to either side of himself. Where had they gone...? "Ryuki! Soul! Come, we have... guests, who shall arrive quite soon." Karthus shouted after his companions. Surely they were not too far away...
Minutes later, the Ruined King himself arrived upon the doorstep of Karthus' temple. The Deathsinger, his visage ever neutral in death, gave a small nod of welcome. "Welcome to the Temple of Death, Hecarim, your Lordship." He glanced to Hecarim, then back to the King. "I must say...I would never have expected you to come here personally. Nonetheless, how may I assist you?" Something was not quite right about the Ruined King coming here, of all places, when he could just as easily sent an underling or communicated his wishes mentally...He made a mental note to himself to keep his guard up as he awaited the King's response.
Soul clambered in behind Karthus shortly after he came to the door. He was bumbling about as usual until he saw the Ruined King before him. Any smart-aleck comment he was going to make before dissipated into sheer terror. He stiffened to attention behind Karthus, wanting to make a good impression about the state of Karthus's minions upon the Ruined King. He didn't say a thing, but began fumbling for his daggers. He had one job he couldn't screw up good and proper in this place, and that was throwing himself between Karthus and any potential attackers.
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
The Seraphim had been off meditating, refocusing her center as she once did in life. Drowning out the rambles and unnecessary prattles that often seemed to spew from Soul's mouth. It was become an increasingly valuable skill to ignore him.
Hearing the bark of command from Karthus, the Dragoon stood from her seated position with the naginata gripped tight. Each step carried with it a purpose, however unguided as one might believe it to be. Not a word escaped her, nor a flicker of uncertainty shown in those burning golden eyes. Even as they set themselves upon TRK and his allies.
She took her place just behind and slightly to the side of Karthus. Her stance immoveable, her gaze unbreakable. She was a stone wall in the face of whatever terrors may come. Cautious, she kept the naginata in grip with a calculating observation taking in everything about their body language, their words, their tones.
Post by The Shadow of War on May 13, 2013 2:03:56 GMT -5
Hecarim nodded silently and followed the King, should he require more of his faithful general he shall have it. But he had hoped their time here dealing with Karthus would be brief, he had things he had to attend to but he would simply do what was asked of him.
Once their group had made it to the cathedral he had his halberd at the ready at the sight of Karthus's apparent bodyguard and what he vaguely recognized as the Seraphim and summed up their strength with a quick glance, the creature behind Karthus could potentially pose a problem to him but the Seraphim could be easily disposed of and that was their target.
"Hello, Karthus." Was all the centaur said, and with that he kept his eye on the Seraphim beside him while they waited for the king to declare their business here.
Post by The Ruined King on May 13, 2013 3:24:19 GMT -5
The Ruined King would seem like a hulking statue. His eyes hidden from view behind the blue fire the burned from the helm. His voice was powerful yet not forced, it rolled like thunder through the cathedral, black smoke like vapor rolled down from the king's cape of black energy,
"We have come to claim the soul that is rightfully mine. My agent ended the warriors life, she sacrificed herself in place of the warriors. Her soul rightfully belongs to me."
The cyan spirit fire flares, the king's black armor remaining completely still. Yet Karthus would feel the King's eyes upon him, staring directly into Karthus' own as if challenging him.
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Post by The Deathsinger on May 13, 2013 3:48:05 GMT -5
Karthus' yellow eyes flared. So, that was why he dared come to this place... A chuckle slipped past Karthus' skeletal teeth. "Her soul is not yours to take, Desmond. She made a pact with Death; one which I was tasked with carrying out. Her soul belongs neither to you, nor I; her soul belongs to Death, and none other shall claim her."
Karthus lightly tapped the butt of his scythe upon the temple's stone floor, a pulse of black-and-orange energy arcing across the cracks of it's stone. The pulse echoed outward,crackling across the floor and past the Deathsinger's guests, then climbing up the cathedral's walls and gathering in the ceiling, seeming to dissipate there. "I would suggest that you leave this place, O Ruined King. Death still remembers your treachery; He wishes to collect upon your death, by force if necessary. Pray you remain in His favor."
The Deathsinger's own aura was just as palpable as that of the Ruined King; his golden eyes and utterly expressionless face unwavering, calculating. Waiting for the King to make the first move. In this place, Karthus was at his strongest. It was here where the very doors between the realm of the Living and the Dead were opened to make way for the departing of souls; If it came down to a fight, then it would be one to remember.
Post by The Ruined King on May 13, 2013 4:35:50 GMT -5
The Ruined King responded by letting out a guttural growl from beneath his helm, his eyes flared brightly. The King's shadowy cape pulsed, the cathedral would be blanketed in an unnatural suffocating darkness as black fog similar to that which shrouded the isles poured forth from his form. His eyes seen clearly in the darkness as they burned brightly.
The Ruined King didn't break eye contact with Karthus, though when he spoke it was aimed at Hecarim, "Capture the soul."
I am the one who defied death. I am the one he fears. I am the on he can not take. One sweep of my hand and your nations will fall. Come for me you worms. You will all bow before my legions or be broken beneath us as we march upon your cities.
Soul grabbed his daggers and prepared to fight, even though he was visibly terrified and trembling. He didn't want to strike first, not until Karthus commanded so; as is, it would still likely end badly for him.
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Post by The Deathsinger on May 13, 2013 12:01:53 GMT -5
Karthus clenched his bony hand around his warscythe's staff and grit his teeth slightly. If it was a fight the King wanted, then a fight he would receive. One does not interrupt Death's plans and walk away scot-free.
"You are making a terrible mistake, Desmond. Death is a powerful enemy, as you well know. I yet remember branding the Eihwaz upon you as you laid upon your throne, your soul sundered and Death temporarily waylaid. I yet remember Death's harvest of your people in payment for your unlife; their lives unjustly taken from them that you may live. I yet remember the days when I was merely tasked with watching over you, to ensure you would not further harry Death's will. Those days are no more; Leave, and you may yet live on to continue your false reign. Remain here, and Death will take you, by my hand."
Karthus' warscythe crackled with black-and-orange necromantic energy as he rose from the floor. He would not be the first to strike any blows, but he would defend his companions to the best of his ability.
Karthus' voice echoed out towards his companions, it's sound imbued with Karthus' own magics and empowered by the Temple's own effects. Knyhd sa dro funt, Taydr cu dryd fa syo binka draca esbucdunc vnus dro cylat dasbma!
Orange energy began to crackle about Soul, Karthus, and Ryuki; a powerful spell that would greatly protect them from the King's forces.
Spells and Effects: [Eternal Foe] Subjects of the spell gain greatly improved spell resistance against offensive magics, as well as a minor increase in protection from an enemy's physical attacks, as the protective magic absorbs or deflects any attacks dealt upon them.
Post by The Shadow of War on May 14, 2013 4:23:38 GMT -5
"Her soul may belong to death but SHE belongs to the king. You should have known better than to interfere in the first place Karthus, now things will have to become "difficult" for both her and you."
His king ordered him, and Hecarim was happy to serve. With halberd in hand he stepped forward sending a brief glare at Karthus as he began casting his spell then to Ryuki with the orange energy around her and suddenly charged leading with his halberd for a quick sweep.
The Dragoon stood by silent as the discussion took place. She watched the body language of everyone around, studying them with piercing, fire-golden eyes. With the sensation of the buff from Karthus, her naginata would move up into a fighting position, pointing it forward with her body slightly crouched and standing at the ready.
When Hecarim attacked, wind whipped up sending her into the air and above the swipe. The naginata aimed downward, using the currents around her to speed up her movements and send her plummeting down towards Hecarim's body with incredible force behind it. The buff should give her some advantage in this fight.
"Goddammit, so much talk of Souls but not a mention of me." Soul was so infuriated that he didn't even flinch as Hecarim charged past him. He flailed around as he saw Hecarim attack Ryuki, and even as she dodged skillfully, he still jumped into the fray.
"Oi, ponyboy!" He shouted, brandishing his daggers in (what he thought was) a threatening manner. "Hold your horses, or I'll have to...um...stab you?" Even with the aura around him, it was likely that he would be wasted in a fight against the centaur. His best hope was to keep him off Ryuki and let her carry the fight.
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Legion moved with Hecarim when he moved in to attack. One of the Elite Legionnaires readied its weapon, a hefty great sword and approached Soul leaving the remaining five to stay with the king. It raised the blade, its impassive orange eyes focused on Karthus' minion.
"We will not allow you to fight Lord Hecarim in such a manner, your opponent shall be us."
With that the host brought its weapon down, aiming to cut down Soul in one swipe.
"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."
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