Originally Posted by Geokhan
"Corruption is what I seek to cleanse, be it of soul or of earth. I can't do it for the souls of those who choose it, but I can expose it.
I don't need your oath, I need your morals. The assassin is asking to go along and I'm allowing her to. I need to know why she is told to care though. If she plans something that's harms the dormant ones, I need it stopped. I think the others are more trustworthy, but if they seek to steal or enslave....I would like them stopped. I apologize for asking so much of you, and I will ask others to do the same, but this has become more fishy as time has gone on. Bandle City sends an envoy...there is an assassin hired to aid me...I don't like it at all.
I will start the transfer. Do hold still. This may hurt."
Geokhan reaches out to Alanila's forehead and gently touches it. Focusing on a one-way transfer of knowledge and thinking on his language. He wasn't exactly planning on doing this, but he felt ready. This was needed.
((Up to you whether or not it works.))
Light built up in Geokhan's hand before a magical beam erupted forth from his hand imparting information into Alanila's mind. The transfer was quick but brought forth a recent memory about the time before Alanila came to Runeterra
The world of Avalon was in ruins with billions dead across a battle that waged beyond the scope of recorded history. Thunderheads clouded the sky, raining down upon the soon to be battlefield. The capital of this once beautiful land was to be the final battle of this conflict. Little was left of this golden city as it was one of the first taken when the fallen angels first emerged from hiding amongst the true faithful. Now however there was no place for the heathens to hide, no respite from the divine fury that was soon to befall them. After intense fighting Alanila flew in formation with Kayle leading the squads front. They had punched through the enemy lines and were tasked with finishing whatever foul power commanded the fallen's armies. They landed atop the ruinous remains of a once great spire that overlooked much of the city. Looking down Alanila could see that the ground was littered with the bodies of heretics. She saw fledglings amongst the slain but this phased her not for no true child of the light would practice dark magics. To Alanila that made them less than people, it made them monsters, monsters to be slain. Kayle turned and spoke to them as the heaviest fighting was surely ahead.
"Brothers, Sisters today marks the end of a war that has ravaged for a over a millennium! Look how they devolve with their dark magics and see what it has done to them! To this city! But fear not for we bring justice to this land. Together we will go into whatever foul hole they hide in and wipe out this plague that has splintered our race for so long. Many that we face may have once been family but know that they are now monsters. Twisted into foul beings that merely resemble friendly faces. They are an infestation plaguing the hearts and minds of our race. It all ends here, may your wings be swift in battle and your sword strike true."
Her squad descended behind Kayle into the heart of the now appropriately named black city. Alanila had witnessed many perversions of magic in her time but none so extreme as these. They found demonic circles where profane blood rites bestowed horrible powers to entire legions of fallen. It seemed that as the tides of war turned deeper did the fallen plunge into dark magic. Alanila was on edge as they neared a temple that rested at the cities heart. Kayle ordered a sweep of the building as she sensed dark magics within. As they entered the once holy citadel they heard echos originate from the inner chamber.
"You must all get to safety underground while the fighting is continuing. This is no place for fledglings. Now please return underground."
The youths yelled back with retorts of wanting to fight with their parents out in the fields but were denied by the voice.
Upon hearing this Kayle unfurled her wings and charged through the paned glass that obscured the hallway by which Alanila's squad had entered. Colored glass shards flew through the air and reflected light from the holy flame emitting from Kayle's sword as she flew towards Morgana at frightening speed. Alanila and her squad followed quickly after with screams echoing at their entrance. Kayle's sword swung down to smite the foul being that once was her sister but Morgana had erected a force field just in time to block the attack. She then dissipated the shield making it explode with a fantastic shock wave. Kayle was knocked back but soon came to a stop midair. The most bravest of the fledglings cast dark spells toward Kayle but she deflected them harmlessly.
"Run now! Do not fight them!"
Morgana yelled frantically.
"Wipe this plague out! Let none escape!"
Kayle ordered and no sooner had she done so did the entire squad block off their only escape. They fought but were quickly dispatched. Furious now, Morgana's eyes began to glow summoning forth a well of inky darkness along the floor sapping the very life essence of those caught within it. Morgana slain two paladins before Kayle could reengage her. By now more fallen were entering the temple horrified at the dead and dieing and furious at the still living members of Kayle's Squad.
"You killed them all! Why why would you do such a thing! They were only children!"
Morgana yelled flinging a spell at Kayle.
"They were children. Now they are monsters. You and all your kind have transformed impressionable youth into monsters with your evil magic! That is why you must be slain!"
Kayle dodged the bolt of energy before flinging her own at Morgana.
"I opened their minds! I showed them that they could be more than themselves! That they could be different!"
Yelled Morgana before attacking once again.
Alanila cleaved through one of the fallen after deflecting a magical bolt hurled from above her. Blood caked her armor as she drew her blade upwards decapitating one of the fallen. Below the terrible battle between Kayle and Morgana raged with both seeming to be equally matched....
Institute of War
Alanila pulled herself out of the momentary total recall brought about by Geokhan's magic. The out welling of energy had surely back lashed some of her own thoughts into Geokhan's own mind. Alanila could only hope that this was not the case.
After the light from Geokhan's hand dissipated Alanila rose with her steely white eyes looking directly at Geokhan. Alanila reached into her belt sash and removed her helm placing it on her head. Not only steel herself for the mission ahead but to hide her shame that was betrayed by her face if her mind did indeed share her memories with the summoner.
"Thank you summoner. When do we leave?"
Alanila said plainly in common wanting very much to begin the mission.