What happens next?

[NMR] Destroy the Nikasaur Manifest. Who cares about diplomacy? 545 100.00%
[NMR] Have mercy on the Nikasaur Manifest. Offer Nikasaur the opporunity to join you. 20 10.20%
[IsC] Gather your forces and move to aid Lady Nikasaur, even though she isn't an ally. 84 42.86%
[IsC] Launch a counter attack on the Black Keep while Morello is away. 40 20.41%
[The Imperium] Join forces with the IsC and aid them, whatever their decision may be. 36 18.37%
[The Imperium] Do not join forces with the IsC. Offer them supplies and nothing more. 26 13.27%
[Nikasaur] Surrender to Morello's forces. Join him if he offers. 21 10.71%
[Nikasaur] We wanted neutrality, but Morello struck first. We will retaliate. 50 25.51%
[The Knights who Drink Tea] Drink tea! (Tea! Tea! Tea!) Also, send witty missives and chuckle. 45 22.96%
[The Knights who Drink Tea] It's time to get involved... 43 21.94%
[Xyphumanti] Continue to be enigmatic, and polish our sunglasses. 59 30.10%
[Anti-Fun Agenda] Time to troll!!! 48 24.49%
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[Community Event] The Riot War - Chapter 3 - One Man's Ally...

First Riot Post
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Sagarys

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10-31-2011

Sorry for the wait everyone! I had some things I need to take care of. No fancy introduction for this one. Have at it!

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The Riot War – Chapter 3 – One Man’s Ally…

Morello nodded his approval as he strode through the courtyard of the Black Keep, hard-packed snow crunching beneath his feet as he went. Everything was in motion now. Mercenaries from all over the Realm had come to fight for the Republic. Even now, the royal bakers were handing out slices of the finest – most nicotine laced – pizza the Republic could afford. The royal brewers were pouring pint after pint of Morello’s personal favorite frosty adult beverage, an IPA – Irelia Pale Ale – made from the fermented, nerf-induced tears of Irelia herself. Morello clenched his fists and cursed that blasted bear under his breath as he passed that stand. Soon his IPA stock would be depleted, and that was simply unacceptable. But that was also beside the point! Lastly, his royal pimps were distributing the finest, most promiscuous ho… er, courtesans in all of the Republic to the filthy mercenaries and their bands. Morello gave one final nod to his chief pimp, then entered the Black Keep to find his master.

He made his way through numerous winding halls, up several spiraling staircases, and through a handful of secret passages until finally he arrived in a secluded chamber nestled beneath a bridge that connected two of the Keep’s towers. How fitting that Zileas had chosen this room as his own. As Morello entered the chamber, he stopped, shocked by what he was witnessing.

“Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself! Stop hitting yourself!” Zileas cackled, leaning over one of his purple minions. Zileas was holding the minion’s wrists firmly as he repeatedly forced the poor creature to strike itself in the face.

Morello cleared his throat.

At that the almighty – and unreasonably immature for his age – Troll Wizard jumped up, startled by the unexpected interruption. As he rose to his feet, the battered and bloodied corpse of that unfortunate purple minion fell still.

“My lord,” Morello began after several moments of very… very awkward silence. “As we discussed, soon I will be marching north with a large company of your minions to strike down the most threatening of the IsC’s potential allies on this continent. The Nikasa—”

“—Cool story bro,” Zileas interrupted.

“Pardon?” a confused Morello asked.

“Oh, nothing. Go on,” Zileas replied.

“Yes, of course,” Morello said. “As I was saying, I will be marchi—”

“Cool sto—”

“—I’m sorry?”

Morello was now thoroughly frustrated, bordering on rage.

“My lord,” he shouted, attempting to simply over-talk the relentless Troll Wizard, “I am leaving. You are in charge of the Keep in my absence. The spare keys are under the mat and dinner is in the fridge. Just make sure you turn off the stove when you’re done. If you need me for any reason, send a carrier drake.”

Not even waiting for a response, Morello turned and stomped out of the room.

“…tell it again,” he heard Zileas whisper as he left.

Morello just shook his head.


*****


King IronStylus had been riding for days. He had left Parrotopia with a mission. He knew that if his kingdom were to have any chance against the combined forces of the Dark Lord and the Troll Wizard, he would need allies. And powerful ones at that. His Grand Marshall had already dispatched an emissary to speak with Lady Nikasaur across the sea to the east, a decision which IronStylus agreed with. But when the marshall said that he wanted to send an emissary to the emperor of the Imperium of Tons of Damage – or the iTod – IronStylus refused. The emperor of that land, Phreak, was unpredictable. He was prone to fits of rage and sudden, violent dance parties. No, IronStylus could not allow any of his followers to go before the Phreakemperor for fear that they would be harmed. So IronStylus decided that he would go on his own while his armies marched to the north and east to rally with their newfound allies, the Brotherhood of Armored Bears.

Heavy hooves pounded the earth as the parrot king rode his horse to its limits. After three days with minimal rest, the beast was exhausted. IronStylus feared that he had pushed it too hard. He feared that he would be lost in this vast expanse of desert. But as he crested a large hill of sand, he smiled and breathed sigh of relief. There before him was a massive jungle oasis. Even from this great distance, he could hear the muffled roar of the heavy machinery in the Tri-Factories. Renewed, IronStylus spurred his horse hard and charged down the hill. In a matter of minutes, he stood before the grand gates of the Imperium.

“I have come to speak with your emperor,” IronStylus proclaimed as his horse trotted up to the gatekeepers.

“What is your business with the emperor?” one of the guards asked.

“I am IronStylus, King of Parrotopia. I have come to ask for your emperor’s aid.”

The gatekeeper turned, looked up, and nodded to someone concealed in the gatehouse above. After a moment, the hiss of hydraulic pistons resounded from within the walls and the heavy steel gate began to lift.

“The emperor has been expecting you,” said one of the guards as IronStylus rode past, heading straight for the palace.


*****


After several days of traveling, both by land and by sea, Ethan had finally arrived at the capital city of the Nikasaur Manifest. It was a place of breathtaking beauty. The entirety of it – walls, buildings, even the palace itself – was carved from the purest white marble Ethan had ever seen. Monolithic statues of kings and queens passed lined the golden streets. Ambient harp music seemingly came from nowhere, but was everywhere. Ethan, mouth agape, was in awe as he made his way to the palace.

When he reached the palace gates, he handed the guards a letter stating his intent. The letter bore both the official seal of the IsC and the Grand Marshall. After reading it, the guards nodded and stepped aside, allowing Ethan to pass.

The interior of the palace was even more stunning than the city that surrounded. Even the architecture was art. Ornately carved columns with gold inlay lined the main foyer leading to Lady Nikasaur’s audience hall. Ethan made his way toward the door, admiring the tapestries and paintings as he went.

When he reached the door, he was so engrossed with the beauty of his surroundings that he forgot to knock. Instead, he simply pushed the door open and stumbled in. Once inside, his face turned red as he realized what he had just walked in on.

Startled, Kog’maw broke his pose and grabbed a sheet, pulling it over himself, knocking over various vases and bowls of fruit in the process. Lady Nikasaur, who was sitting behind a large canvas with a brush and paint pallet in her hands, rose and moved to obstruct Ethan’s view of the canvas, protecting Kog’Maw’s privacy.

“Do you mind?” Nikasaur asked in a derisive tone.

“My apologies, m’lady,” Ethan replied, covering his eyes. “I—I didn’t know.”

Nikasaur motioned for Kog’maw to get dressed and leave.

“How did you get by my guards?” Nikasaur asked.

Ethan, still covering his eyes, reached out and handed her the letter from the grand marshall. Nikasaur read it carefully. But before she could reply, a shriek came from outside the palace. It was followed by a dull, wet thud. Then there was another. And another. Soon these shrieks and splats were coming in rapid succession. With a look of concern stamped upon her face, Lady Nikasaur stormed out of the audience hall to find out what was happening. Ethan, with his hand still over his eyes, stood still.

“Lady Nikasaur?”


*****


“Fire the catapults!” Morello shouted from atop a tall hill overlooking the capital of the Nikasaur Manifest. Behind him, several thousand soldiers – purple minions and mercenaries alike – stood ready for battle. However, despite the readiness of his men, the catapults did not fire on his command.

A moment later, Morello felt a tug on his robe. He looked down to see one of his minions standing by his side.

“My lord,” the minion said with a trembling voice. “We uh… sort of… forgot to bring the boulders.”

Morello dropped his face into his palm. Then, after a moment, he reached down, grabbed the minion by the collar and tossed it into the nearest catapult.

“Fire!” he roared.

The minions operating that catapult did not hesitate. They fired their comrade at the walls of the Nikasaur Manifest. Soon, fearing Morello’s wrath, minions were willingly jumping into the buckets of the catapults. This death was certainly better than facing the Nerfbat.


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Sagarys

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10-31-2011

Spread the word for me, I have an eye appointment!


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Prince Kassad

Senior Member

10-31-2011

(The Rara Rebellion is brewing along the foothills of Downvote Ridge...

If you grow tired of the petty inter-factional quarrels that now dominate Runeterra, if you want to overturn the whole social order, if you believe the truth is destined to prevail, consider joining our cause. Their downvotes are our strength!)

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From the rooftop of a local shephard's hut, Kassad watched in silence as IronStylus entered the the polished gates of the Imperium. The Fortress of the Phreakemperor stood powerfully before this smattering of farmsteads at the edge of the oasis. In his current location, he was well hidden behind a crop of trees. He watched the leader of the Iron Solari and his retinue ride into the stronghold. He knew that none of the Iron Solari or Imperium guards could spot him, but he swept his Negatron Cloak over himself nervously.

After countless journeys, two days ago he had arrived out of the desert to the headquaters of the Phreakemperor. Here, the Rara rebels had already managed to stir up a significant rebellious fervor. The worse the war got, it seemed, the more villagers were open to the chaotic nature of the RaRa cause. The movement was still entirely underground, but it was growing.

Kassad smiled as the last of the guards entered the Imperium, gripped his Abyssal Scepter tightly, and effortlessly leapt from the rooftop. He motioned for those in an alley behind him, and together they silently sprinted towards the gates. Just before the great iron porticullis fell to the earth, they slipped around the corner of the gatehouse entrance, unnoticed by any sentries.

"The Imperial gatekeepers should learn to be more watchful," Kassad whispered to his comrades. They nodded in agreement. They were mostly locals, people who had expressed interest in the ancient magic of the Rara Rebellion. Some were more dedicated rebels, freedom fighters who had come from as far away as the Illusia-Jozreal Coalition. Either way, they were not many in numbers. Few of them trusted Ironstylus and none of them trusted the Phreakemperor. However, those feelings paled in comparison to their utter despise for the Nerfmaster and his hordes.

"We will follow them and listen to their meeting. We have yet to decide what fate for this oasis stronghold is in the best interests of the Rebellion." Kassad knew some of his fellow rebels wanted to revolt as soon as possible, but he had a more open mind at this point. If the Rara Rebellion acted anytime soon, they might exhaust their magical resources without securing enough downvotes to accomplish total rebellion. The rebels had to bide their time until they were able to take down an entire faction with one decisive strike, and it may aid their cause to work with others against the New Morello Republic. That faction obviously posed the most threat to the total freedom of Runeterrans.

As Kassad and the other cloaked figures followed Ironstylus down the paved street towards the center of the Imperium, he whispered words of caution under his breath. As a Rara Rebel he knew that telling the harsh truth was at the core of his philosophy, even if it might turn away some potential comrades. "Alright men, and women, from here we must tail IronStylus into the Imperial meeting hall and bear witness to his negotiations with the Phreakemperor. It could be dangerous, and if caught we may have to fight for our lives. The information we gain will give us a chance to decide the next course of our rebellion. Now, who is with me?" As they all paused, Kassad looked at the hooded faces, waiting for a response...

(If you want to join the Rara Rebellion's cause, or just seek to follow us along on this mission, feel free to respond)

(Edit: Link to the map I am using.)

http://na.leagueoflegends.com/board/attachment.php?attachmentid=305712&d=1319708264

(The Rara Rebellion hails from all over Runeterra, but our headquarters is in the foothills that divide the mountains of the Downvote Ridge and an arid steppe to the southeast. The local tribes there are known as the Downvote People. Their innately rebellious nature and penchant for downvoting everything they see has made them powerful supporters of the Rebellion. The nearby people known as the Jungle Rebels are also occasional supporters of the RaRa who wish to preserve their way of life from the encroaching New Morello Republic.)


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Valkyrie Lead

Senior Member

10-31-2011

[[That symbol... where have i seen it before....

Okay few things here. Last time the king went out alone, the queen got taken prisoner. Now i know i would not loyally follow a king that dumb or allow him to go completely unescorted. -.- I was goign to send an emissary... had planned to but apparently my king wants to go galantly and bring the imperium to the alliance. Everyone wants to be a god **** hero.

Also, So Ethann is in the TNM now? and now we need to aid them... oh things make less and less sense. Also... what letter did i write to them??]]

Is that the GLA emblem from Command and Conquer: Generals?


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Sandviper

Senior Member

10-31-2011

Comrades! We must aid Nikasaur! To arms!


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Valkyrie Lead

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10-31-2011

[[Oh lord i have no idea how the hell i'm gonna keep this organized.... also... uh... how exactly are we going to respond to an attack that quickly??? I mean it's almost a week long journey by land and sea to the TNM... we'd never make it in time... i can jsut tell i'm gonna be busy with this chapter... i just know it.]]


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Sandviper

Senior Member

10-31-2011

[[Can someone put a link to the map were using please?]]


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Baneson

Senior Member

10-31-2011

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Originally Posted by Valkyrie Lead View Post
[[Oh lord i have no idea how the hell i'm gonna keep this organized.... also... uh... how exactly are we going to respond to an attack that quickly??? I mean it's almost a week long journey by land and sea to the TNM... we'd never make it in time... i can jsut tell i'm gonna be busy with this chapter... i just know it.]]
((We did just have a wizard with the ability to teleport plop himself right in the midst of our capitol. Perhaps, if we haven't offended him to greatly, he or someone else can aid us with transportation.))


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Marshallis Lodgium

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10-31-2011

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[[Oh lord i have no idea how the hell i'm gonna keep this organized.... also... uh... how exactly are we going to respond to an attack that quickly??? I mean it's almost a week long journey by land and sea to the TNM... we'd never make it in time... i can jsut tell i'm gonna be busy with this chapter... i just know it.]]
((Well, you do happen to have just come in contact with a certain powerful mage. Although I'm not entirely sure how much he'd be able to do in this situation without skewing things in a way that they shouldn't. But I digress. OR DO I?!))

((Also, ninja'd))


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Baneson

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10-31-2011

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((Also, ninja'd))
((Well played.))