((Re-directed from http://na.leagueoflegends.com/board/....php?t=1005825 since we got bloody Trollitis))


Unofficial RP Event 1.31


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Some Random Field
Kalamanda
July 22th, 21 CLE


The field is very huge. There are dead soldiers everywhere. You see your comrades beside you. You really want to win this battle for your country.

It smells like blood, and the sun is at its peak so its really hot.

People are dying and fighting.


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(([COLOR=#0066cc]http://summoners.shurelia.com/profiles/434[/COLOR]))





Elsewhere, from afar on a high-rise, there, sitting against a tree, was a man who only went by the name of "Dragon". To most, he was simply a mercenary for hire, a bounty hunter, a vulture that preyed on the week, a cheap soul who would do anything for money. To those who had hired him, he was a deadly assassin on par with the famous Kinkou of Ionia. Though they didn't know how such a powerful freelance existed, they did not ask questions knowing he would avail his services to them.


Simply smiling to himself as he watched the constant bloodshed from both sides, Dragon could only think of how much he could rake in if he got a commanding officer. Getting up with no apparent grace, Dragon strode down toward the action, wondering if he could find his "Target".

((http://summoners.shurelia.com/profiles/816))

Shurima walked out of the Officers tent and looked at the city. The closest building to their camp was turned to rubble, and the number of bodies going through it was beyond number. Her assignment had been to look around for anything useful about the whereabouts of Demacian soldiers. Learn of any tactics, and the works. She had decided to lay low for a while, and let the battle commence. Now that most everyone was focused, she would use the bloodshed as a way to maneuver through the combat and search for any Demacian outposts. She unsheathed her two sais, flipped them around a few times in rapid succession, and placed them in their respective sheaths. With a kick she darted into the smoke of the city to begin her mission.

The Demacian took heavy breathes. There was so much death around her. She watched as her best friend from child hood was cut down in front of her. And then... she didn't know what happened next. When she gained clairvoyance, she had her saber halfway through the body of a Noxian. She kicked the pathetic excuse of a human life in front of her, and ripped her blade out of his lifeless body. The Demacian took deep breaths and looked around. Blood, carnage, death... so much death. Then her mind cleared and her thoughts pieced together. Jarvan. Where was Jarvan? They had to protect him. What if... by the blood of King Jarvan III they would not slay him on this battle.

"DEMACIA!" She shouts at the top of her lungs and charges blindly into battle. For her people, for her King, for Demacia.

((Character bio in progress, character is still not concrete. http://summoners.shurelia.com/profiles/818 ))



A tall, thin, menacing figure moved through the Noxian battle lines. His pale skin was barely visible under his dark purple robes, a wicked grin seemed permanently plastered on his face. The stench of death permeated the air around him as he casually strolled through the battlefield. Noxian and Demacian soldiers fought and died around him, the man payed them no mind. He was Swerto Antaril, Noxian Necromancer.

The necromancer pressed forward, his grin widening as his anticipation rose. He nonchalantly parried a Demacian arrow out of the way with his mace. He moved up behind a group of Noxian knights battling Demacian soldiers. An artillery strike landed directly in the middle of them, shredding their bodies and sending them in all directions.

The necromancer stopped, raising his mace into the air. He looked around him, at all the corpses. Swerto began chanting under his breath, his figure levitating off the ground. A noxian soldier ran from behind him, throwing his helmet to the ground.

"You don't mean to raise these corpses to fight? The League will never stand for it, they will execute you for this. You're insane!" The noxian shouted at him, shortly before an arrow struck him in the throat. The soldier fell to the ground, grasping at the arrow, attempting to dislodge it. The noxian soldier choked on his last breathe as his life passed.

Swerto's grin widened even further. Demacian and Noxian dead began to stand, gifted with temporary unlife. They rose to their feet, grasping their weapons and rushed at the Demacian lines with no fear. The mindless undead were tools, and Swerto would use them to ensure victory for Noxus.

So what if the League intervened. Swerto would cement his place today as one of Noxus's premier Necromancers, and perhaps even ascend further in Noxian society. It is the victors who write history and make the rules, not the defeated. So it is the duty of every noxian to use all at their disposal to ensure victory.

Shurima stopped in her tracks hearing the yell of a Demacian soldier nearby. Her first instinct told her the soldier was yelling in triumph, so she turn and ran away from the voice, and listening carefully she managed to get her way into a building that was currently not housing any troops. As she scaled the steps 3 at a time she found herself on the roof. She stood on the edge looking out across the war-torn zone for any sign of a Demacian Camp.

From Swerto? lol.

Swerto continued his forbidden rituals, ****ing lost souls to fight in a realm in which they did not belong. However, his magic alerted many mages within leagues of the battle. News was spread of his arrival. Reinforcements for the Demacians were dispatched immediately after the messanger arrived back at the battle camp. Kayle with her newfound powers jumped at the chance to smite this newfound evil. However a few mages came to observe, what side they will take are unknown.

((Duly noted. Edited and added profile. I cross posted in the original thread as well. ))

((Kelendria Imber - WIP - Yes, I know. Demacian. Noxus is my favorite, but Demacia just fit this character better.))

Kelendria gazed at the chaos before her. Demacian comrades lay amongst their forsworn Noxian foes. She was practically defenseless, with only her standard pouch of water on her hip. She hurriedly thought of what she could do to obtain more water to manipulate. She considered the groundwater, but there was no way she could manipulate that through the ground. Fear began to overtake Kelendria as she glanced in every direction for water sources. The battle initiated so quickly she arrived to the field without proper preparation.

A Noxian soldier turned towards Kelendria and began to run towards her. Without any way of protecting herself she began running towards her allies who were in the midst of battle. Corpses were strewn across the battleground.

"Agh!"

Kelendria looked back and saw the Noxian throwing a spear he retrieved from a fallen soldier towards her. Kelendria was still running and fell onto a lifeless body. She turned and saw the Noxian getting closer. She began to back up and her hand pushed down on the chest of the body. Of course. Kelendria stood back up and water began to rise out of the corpses around her through their orifices - body water. She began to form multiple orbs of water. She threw her arms forward.

"Demacia!"

The orbs flew towards the bloodthirsty barbarian. One slammed into the side of the soldier's face and the other crushed into his side. He dropped his sword and fell to his knees clutching at this side. She took the opportunity to continue her retreat and search for Jarvan.

((http://summoners.shurelia.com/profiles/822))

Sands had been enjoying a delicious cup of coffee right as a barbed arrow shot through the wall and shattered the cup in his hands. "Well their goes my first uneventful morning," he thought, not without a hint of excitement at what must be happening outside. Of course living in Kalamanda for awhile now he already knew full well what he expected to find as he walked up the stairs and onto the roof to have a look. Just another annoying skirmish I'm sure he muttered as he walked up the steps.

Reaching the roof he was shocked to see the large field of grass that was an integral part of the scenery around Kalamanda populated with corpses, and those still fighting for the chance to not become one of the former. He shot through the air in the hopes of being able to stop the fight before it impacted his beloved town of Kalamanda. His first act was to strike down the Noxian archer who had nocked another arrow to his bow and aimed it at his house. Sand streaked downwards and sliced through the mans throat with ease. "This is just a start," Sands said.