Introductory Story Arc: To the Blue Flame Isle We Go
Within Noxus, on the corner of one of its many streets, a tattered poster flapped about from the sudden gale that blew through it. It had tiny tags that were carefully cut and dangled about, while the poster itself read,
'Are you a mercenary? Are you looking for adventure, good pay, the chance to make your mark in Runeterran history? Does the idea of exploring the unknown excite you, the chance to feed your wanderlust and knowledge? If any of this describes you, we want your help to colonize the Blue Flame Isle! For more information come to 'The Thirsty Tulip', 999 Ivory Ward, the 15th of Septern, at Noon! Only interested parties will have their lunch covered.'
A rather simple ploy, but it would attract a bigger crowd, and more dispensable crowd, as need be. Some would receive private invitations to attend, and some may have even been given an offer they could not refuse.
The establishment, 'The Thirsty Tulip', was one of those overly fancy, high class restaurants and burlesque houses that had a prominent reputation in Noxus. The doorman would look them up and motion for them to give them a ticket, proof of their interest. The many who thought they could simply replicate the paper tab would the indistinguishable fakes to the doorman, who would look at it for not even a second before telling the scammer how to best spend their evening.
Those who were truthful would be allowed in and to soak in the sights.
Drinks, rich food, beautiful men and women dressed in the most scant of clothing, ah, what a delight! Once indulged, and as noon crept ever closer, they would be escorted to the main performance hall where all the servers would disappear from sight.
The lights dimmed.
"My beautiful friends and future comrades!" a voice with a odd dialect called out from the darkness. It sounded to be either a slurred version of Noxus' ancient language, or a polite version of Bilgewateran, it was hard to tell. "To say that I am glad you could all attend would be an understatement. You all, are thirsty. I can see it in your eyes."
The lights did not return, the darkness still prevalent and almost choking. If any form of detection was attempted they would be blinded by the disgusting amount of magic that blanketed the room.
"You will ask who, what, where, why, when and how, and you will want to know it all now. First, let's start with the who, hm?"
An explosion of arcane blue magic roared to life on the darkened stage, a single spotlight shown at the spot, and as the smoke cleared their host was revealed.
A lanky, tall man who was dressed in a slim, fitted tuxedo. His gloved hands came up to his checkered top hat and shifted it ever so slightly about. The piercing blue eyes darted every which way and observed his audience. His high cheek bones gave a distinct accent to his toothy smile as he flicked his hat off his head and allowed his long, wispy blonde hair to fall forward as he bowed and said, "I am your host, and I hope to be your employer, Emilio Leuko, at your service."
He straightened his back, rolled his hat up his arm, gave his elbow a gentle pop and tossed his top hat perfectly back in place. His grin wide, his hands behind his back, he looked about once more and said, "I do hope you all enjoyed your refreshments, yes? You're all content? Settled?" He gave the audience no chance to respond as he chirped, "Good," and cracked his knuckles. His hands moved forward, his piercing eyes took the appearance of a hawk as he crooned, "Then let's begin the pitch, shall we?"
Confirmed Noxian Faction RP'ers List + Bios
1. Krokaska Thunder-Edge and his pet of "Krokaska"
2. Alura of "Ask Quin n Val"
3. Covren of "Zentorer
4. Alaric of "Xavaresxutris"
Confirmed Noxian Faction Champion RP'ers
- Cassiopeia Du Couteau
- Grand General Jericho Swain
*Note: It will be Noxian heavy at first, but this is only the introduction. Gotta convince them to go sailing, right? You Blue Flame Isle inhabitants will be coming up the sooner this introduction is done. I promise.
**2nd Note: If anyone drops out/disappears of the RP without notification, I will have to deal with it accordingly. Please let Delm or I know if there are any hiccups, if you are able to, unless it is a really sudden emergency and it's unfeasible to contact me or Delm.
Covren arrived at The Thirsty Tulip fully armored with his helmet lodged between his arm and torso. One swift look at the establishment and he instantly hated it. I hope this is worth my time, he grunted before showing the doorman his ticket. Upon entering, his mood did not improve. He ate, he drank, and he waited. Soon he was led to the main performance hall. As the lights dimmed, he only seemed to become more annoyed. More theatrics? Bah! Then a strange voice started speaking and it put him on edge. Surprised that his keen senses could not find the source he was even more cautious. As their host revealed himself in, an overly flashy manner he would say, as the possible employer, Covren eased up a bit. Listening to Emilio speak, though he was a bit put off by his strange accent, he did not think much of it and waited for him to continue.
Alura Nata, born in Bilgewater, but she had gotten around. She'd seen the world, she'd been there, done that. But she wanted more. She was bored of taking bounties from local taverns, they were easy money, yes, but boring. All the good ones were always taken.
She was wandering the streets alone, as often she was told was a bad idea by men that underestimated her. she noticed the paper flapping about in the wind, Noxus always felt cold to her, maybe it was her upbringing in Bilgewater that accustomed her to warmer weather even with the sea breeze. She walked toward it, her attention caught for the moment.
Reading over the paper she rose a brow, looking around and tearing one of the tags off. Who knows? Maybe it'd be fun. She'd make a mental note to show up on time.
15th of Septern at noon, she was there, showing her tag to the guard she was let in. She went with the crowd, waiting for the show to begin. There were more people here than she expected.
Then the show started, or what passed for one. Alura rose a brow, then scoffed. Not a very dramatic entrance at all. Alura crossed her legs, looking at the man as he spoke. Keeping her expression neutral. Maybe it'd still be an interesting deal but for now she was losing hope that this was just something stupid.
Absently she looked around the room at the others watching, no doubt there were some strong men and woman present, so what was this guys deal? She'd have to keep a careful eye on everyone here. Thankfully in a place like this there were shadows everywhere.
The inn’s door chime rang, announcing the entrance of a middle-aged, square-jawed man in a broken-in travelling cloak, the dark grey dye matching its owner’s soft, but perceptive eyes. At his right side rested a falchion, masterfully crafted and fastidiously maintained, but otherwise mundane. Behind him, a wizened old man in old, traditional Noxian wizard’s robes hobbled in, his cheap cane straining to support even his gaunt frame. The younger man held the door, waiting for his client to hobble through.
“Oh, thank you, Alaric,” the elder wheezed, as a smile pushed his wrinkled cheeks into his dimming eyes. “You don’t have to do this, you know, I’m quiiiiite capable of finding my way around my home town...”
Alaric shook his head as he let the door shut, and walked past his client to the inn’s counter. “Nakar, you hired me to get you to your grandson safely,” he assured in a deep, soft voice as he paid for a room, “and if I dropped you off at the gates like a merchant’s payload, I’d only be doing half my job.” He stepped back to Nakar and handed him the room’s key. Nakar eyed the key, and scoffed with amusement.
“Boy, a night in a place like this costs third of what I paid you,” he glanced about the old, but well-kept inn, “you won’t get far if you give away money like this, you know.”
Alaric shrugged as he helped the old-timer up the stairs to his room. “Well, your grandson won’t be in town for another two days, and I know you don’t have the coin for that long of a stay in any decent conditions,” Alaric’s good nature faltered for a moment as he thought of some of the hovels that dared call themselves inns in a city like this. “And, again, my job is to keep you safe until you’re home with your grandson, and places like that wouldn’t do at all.”
Nakar gave Alaric a skeptical, amused look, then fumbled with the key to unlock the room. “What a naive young Demacian you are,” he chuckled as the door swung open on well-oiled hinges.
“And what a bitter old Noxian you are,” Alaric returned with a smirk, prompting Nakar to chuckle again as he hobbled into his room.
“Aye, and bitterness let me live to be old. How are you going to take care of y’self, if you’re so busy taking care of others?”
“I’ll figure something out, Nakar,” Alaric assured with a nod, stepping away from the door. “Things have a way of working out.” Nakar shook his withered old head.
“For you, I sincerely hope so. I’ll see how much of the inheritance my grandson tries to squeeze out of me, and perhaps there will be some left over for you,” Nakar grinned maliciously, “if I can be assed, that is.”
“Go to hell, Nakar,” Alaric returned with a laugh, shaking the old man’s hand.
“Hopefully before you do!” Nakar winked, then released the handshake. “I need a reliable escort I can pay in sob stories.”
“And I need some sob stories to feel better about living contract to contract,” Alaric started shutting the door. “Take care.”
The door clicked shut, and Alaric stood silently in front of it for a moment, thinking about his situation, then turned and headed for the inn’s counter, putting a few more gold coins on it. “Send a message to Coren Brackridge’s estate, telling him his grandfather is waiting for him here. And make sure Nakar Brackridge is well-treated until his grandson arrives.” The innkeeper gave a gruff acknowledgement, then Alaric headed out of the inn. With that, he thought, I am just about completely broke. He looked up and down the street, noticing a tattered poster on the corner of a building. In no particular hurry, he strode over to it, read the notice, and tore off a tag. Can’t hurt to drain the purses of whatever Noxian big-shots commissioned this, he shrugged, heading towards ‘the Thirsty Tulip.’ And ‘adventure’ usually means ‘boys and girls getting in over their heads and killed,’ and Noxians happy that they don’t have to pay out more contracts.
Before long, Alaric presented the tag to the doorman of the Thirsty Tulip, and found himself a seat inside. He’d arrived ten minutes before the appointed time, meaning he didn’t have to endure witnessing the bulk of the decadence, but what he did have to sit through turned his stomach. More flash to draw a younger crowd’s attention, he reasoned with a grim frown, or ensure that fewer upstanding individuals stay around.
As the lights dimmed and Emilio Leuko made his entrance, Alaric kept his unimpressed expression firmly set. He’d hear what this whacko had to offer, if it was worth the risk, and who he’d have to accompany and protect on this excursion.
It was night, although in Noxus that did not mean that there was no life about. Thieves, smugglers, black merchants... For Noxus, night was without a doubt as active as day. Grown men visited bars, attended fighting matches, bet on everything, while women waited for their husband to come back, or maybe to earn some money. In between all of this, in the shadows and the glimmer of moonlight, a white shape moved about, too big to hide, to bright to fade away, yet never noticed, save for those who sneezed, and while rubbing their nose wondered about the cold breeze. The pale shade flowed across streets, glided through alleys, even flew over the rooftops, the silver moonlight reflecting of its pale form. Even if people saw the shape, they would have no clue what it was doing: Was it looking for something, finding something new? Exploring new land, revisiting the old?
Eventually this white intruder came to a halt, on a corner of a street, albeit even now it stayed hidden. In front of it a small piece of paper was stuck against a wall, with even smaller pieces flying about. Eyes the colour of ice regarded the message, and all its contents. Around it the night grew colder, the warmth of day fled entirely, winter's night arrived. Eventually, however, the pale figure once again went on its way, leaving the street corner as it was. Almost as it was. Two tags had disappeared, and on the ground a small pile of snow had formed, and then something had stepped on it. Something with the paws of a wolf, but so large as to make any who saw it remembers tales of old, those dark tales, with dark and cold memories. However this snow would not last, and before dawn there was only some water left, the warmth having returned to the world.
In the shade, below the canopy of the forest, a large figure moved about, patiently gathering fallen wood. Branches, twigs, sticks, they were all picked up and stored away. After a while the man stopped his wandering, instead quickly returning to where he came from. In front of a hut, made of stone and wood, simple yet strong, he placed the wood in a pile, a careful arrangement, not one splinter going outside the circle the man made. The man then lit the pile, sitting down in front of his hut, watching the flames. The flames danced, twitched, flickered, but didn't show any signs of dying out, even as a cold wind arrived at the clearing. The man looked up at the pale shade, then held out a hand, receiving two scraps of paper, frozen stiff. The man looked at the two tablets of ice and parchment, then up at the white shape, after which he nodded. Soon the clearing was empty, the flames dying out as footsteps faded away.
Back in Noxus, several days later, two large shapes make their way through the crowd. It was day, so even the cold wind that accompanied them did not call back to memories of winter. However this time the origin of the wind did not hide, showing itself with no regards: A giant wolf, white as frost, so large as to tower above men and women alike. This was only strengthened by the fact that the man walking next to the wolf, a giant in his own right, could not even claim the top of his head to surpass the wolf's. Yet this man would also impress those who saw him, even if his companion would not let him show off his size: Covered in heavy plate, worn out by battle but still in good shape. A helmet which covered all but the chin and mouth, revealing rough green skin, and a broad mouth with tusks. On his back a shield taller than most men, at his waist a sword that could cleave stone in half. Even though his lower face betrayed his nature, no man was stupid enough to assault these two, an ice cold predator from ancient times, and a warrior whose steps made the earth shake.
Krokaska walked up to the door, which supposedly would lead to his current goal. As soon as the doorman stepped forward and asked for tickets the orc obeyed, although the fact that he had two seemed to puzzle the man, until it became clear that the second was meant to be for Hrimfur, the dire frostwolf following the warrior. After the doorkeeper accepted the papers Krokaska almost bended himself double, to make it through the door meant for humans. Hrimfur had it easier, making his way through the doorway as if it was big enough to let three of him through. Once inside Krokaska straightened, surveying the crowd as Hrimfur sniffed the air. It looked like a normal party for humans: drinking, women, men, food, all to make those who entered enjoy themselves, to never want to leave and instead spend more money. This orc, however, had no interest in such things, instead making his way through the room, his heavy build and giant size never touching another person. He might be big, but he had been big for a long time. Hrimfur kept his graceful movement, although even a noble soul like him was still a giant wolf, so he did not have to evade people, people instead evading him. Once it became clear that he would have to wait Krokaska found a spot where he could wait for a while, he and Hrimfur spending their time observing their surroundings.
Once the show began Krokaska did not move, instead watching the people leave, only a few staying behind. Some of them looked interesting, others were typical sellswords. Hrimfur narrowed his eyes as he sniffed the air, taking in the scents of those who remained. The two of them stood there, silent and large, in the background as statues, Hrimfur like always surrounding them with a hint of frost. Now that all the unnecessary decorations were gone Krokaska could focus on his actual reason for being here, although the person who claimed to be their employer was a curious one. The orc had encountered many strange people, but he still would have to hear more, before he could accept taking orders from somebody he didn't know, and who would give such a doubtful first impression.
((I know I overdid it, but I felt like I should make a proper entrance.))
Leuko looked all about the room, his smile broadening. "Let's see, where to begin, where to begin..." He strutted back and forth on the stage, his piercing gaze meeting each and every audience member with no fear, no trepidation in his step.
"I see many of you here, so many of you!" he started to say when he stopped, clicked his heels and pointed at Covren. "Such as you, Commander Edvartol, such a pleasure to meet you in the flesh, at last! I assure you, the explanation alone will be worth your time, and with your appearance, I am thoroughly reassured of the mission's success." Emilio gave the man deep bow as his eyes flitted and locked with Alura's.
"And yes, Mademoiselle Nata," he crooned as he whipped his body about into a single spin and reaffirmed his stance. "It will be an adventure worthy of someone of your hunger for recognition, for fame."
Leuko's eyes flitted once more before they locked with Alaric. His lower lip puffed up and deflated much like a bullfrog out of sheer anticipation of regarding the Demacian. "And a wandering mercenary, aiming to commit suicide within the home of his enemies all for the pursuit of wealth. Yes, there will be enough for you to spend for the rest of your life...But, alas. I cannot begin the explanation quite yet."
He stopped here and flicked his wrist. An elongated cane rolled out of his sleeve and into his hand. Leuko snapped the cane and pointed it at Krokaska at the back. "Come on, come on, don't be shy, mon ami!"
A bright light focused itself on Krokaska and his dire wolf.
"Hey, what about us!" a sellsword from the audience demanded.
Leuko's lips parted into a wide, toothy grin as he said, "You, I am afraid, do not have the testicular fortitude to take on such an expedition."
"The Blue Flames Isle."
The sellsword went quiet, though from shock or lack of understanding the importance of such a statement, was hard to tell.
Leuko spun his cane about as he finally started his explanation, "To some of you, you may recognize the name of the Blue Flames Isle, and those of Bilgewateran descent will know that it is not only the island north of you, but it is an island that has never been colonized." He gave his thin shoulders a shrug, his face contorted to that of utter confusion. "So few of you know why. Any expeditions that have been sent have not been successful..." His confusion melted away back into that wide grin. "Until recently."
Leuko tapped the curtain behind him with his cane which caused it to ripple. After three undulations, a map of Valoran and its surrounding islands floated to the surface from what seemed to be a crimson ocean. The Blue Flames Isle was highlighted and zoomed into a landscape shot, but the sheer clarity of the image made it seem like it was in front of them as they spoke.
"The Blue Flames Isle, known as such because of this phenomenon," Leuko stated as he tapped the image, which caused geysers of blue fire to roar at random intervals from seemingly random positions. "Had never been successfully stepped upon until recently. Admittedly, Noxus had sent some of their finest to colonize the island, and to investigate. My company, in particular, was hired."
Leuko tapped the image again, and it showed an encampment. It actually looked to be a half decent colony, with what appeared to be the essentials, but Covren would recognize the soldiers as not the usual privates or grunts: They were clad in a different armor, they look to be more metal than human, their captains with the runic stone weaponry that only the elite Noxian soldiers could ever dare to carry.
"Our findings were absolutely extraordinary!" Leuko laughed, as he tapped the screen again and again, showing up images of what he meant by extraordinary. "Here is what appears to be a turtle and a crocodile mixed, here is what appears to be a tree bearing coconuts but an interior reminiscent of beef, here is some fauna I have never bore witness to in my entire life that can mimic the features of whatever animal looks at it, but the biggest discovery?"
Leuko gave his head a quick shake before glancing at the audience, "Well, I will hold out on that for now. The point of all this, friends, was we have lost all communication with the colony. I have not heard from them for weeks, and aside from my interests being at risk, my employers are displeased. What I need are brave souls, for whatever reason you deem necessary, to go to the colony, find out what has happened, and to help solidify control once more. They managed to spend four months before we lost contact with them. I would ask you to stay six months, at the least."
He clapped his hands together, looked around and said, "I will be taking questions."
"How much are we getting paid for such a crappy proposition?!" the same sellsword from before hollered. "You barely answered anything and it seems downright suicidal!"
"Ah! Good question! How much do you think your life is worth?"
"A million valors," he shot back with a smirk.
Leuko twirled his cane, rapped it on the stage and held his hand out to the side. A briefcase appeared in his grip, and he tossed it to the floor, making it fly open from the sheer weight of coins and bills that fluttered everywhere.
"Half when you accept, half when you return."
Leuko allowed the sellsword to faint from the sight as he looked around once more. "Come one, come all, ask me what you desire, I shall answer all that I can."
Having been called out, Alaric saw little point in trying to stay inconspicuous. He set both hands on the table before him as he stood, then adopted a guarded, proud stance, one hand hovering instinctively near the handle of his falchion. “How many were in the colony you lost contact with?” Alaric’s low, critical voice reached the stage easily, though he was not entirely able to hide his disdain for Leuko’s inclination towards the overdramatic. “Do you have any guesses at what could have happened, any known dangers of the isle?”
Covren was not amused. In fact, he was almost angry. Noxian men and women, soldiers, suddenly disappear and this man was acting like he is advertising a festival. Also, a Demacian in Noxian lands? Alaric astounded him. Covren lay his helmet upon the table and looked at Leuko with his cold, dead eyes. When he spoke, one could feel the guarded hostility in which he coated his words. “I have but one question. You show us images of your findings, of the men and women working there. I know some of them, they are strong and loyal warriors. It would take a force of great power to suddenly make these Noxians disappear. You are obviously withholding valuable information. I demand you tell me.” His eyes focused sharply on Leuko. “Why is it so important to colonize this island?”
Alura remained seated, though she did raise a brow when she was addressed directly. She didn't think anyone here would know who she was or why she was here. Still, it made it easier if anything and she was one who enjoyed attention being drawn to her, unless she was on the job of course.
She watched the presentation, starting to actually like this man, he was dramatic, had a flare for the arts it seemed. It brought a small smile to her face.
"I'll take a couple million valors after I've returned successful, no point in taking half of it with me if I'm just gonna die, I ain't got nobody here worth given it to." She smirked slightly, "Suppose I should say the thrill and adventure are enough until I return."
She kept herself composed and seated, unlike some of the others that had been called out, were these the kind of people she'd be working with? Annoying. "I'm game sir, you've caught my attention enough and convinced me to come along."
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