Crippled General

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In the middle of a room there stood a long table, obviously meant for celebrations or at least a big amount of guests, but considering her isolation, not many have ever seen this room, not to mention have had the opportunity to sit there with her. Right now, though, two teacups along with dishes and plates filled with her own made food of different cuisines were awaiting for both Jericho and Evaine to dig in. „Please, take a seat,“ she guided him before positioning herself behind the table. Crossing her legs, she then turned her golden orbs at the general. It has been a long time since the two had had the possibility to sit down and have a talk.

“I am somewhat envious of how the years treat you, Evaine” He commented, taking the seat offered, his blood red eyes turning to hers. “Or the ineffectiveness of their treatment should I say?” He asked with a seeming mocking tone in his voice, gracing the beautiful sorceress with a rare display of humor. He knew some details of her youth and was well aware of the unnatural nature of the art. But LeBlanc had chosen wildly in keeping the secrets of her seeming immortality from her former pupil, for the Raven was known for feasting on even it’s own allies to gain victory.

The Grand General finished the paragraph of the letter he was writing before lifting the quill from the parchment of paper. Blood colored eyes did not leave the document as he identified the muffled voice coming from behind the double doors across the hall that was his office. “Cassadine. Enter” He answered sharply, his voice like a crack of a whip in the room, the general returning to finishing his writings before looking up again, now facing the younger noxian man. “You are slightly ahead of the deadline. Good” He said, the words not a compliment but a mere acknowledgement. With that said and done, the leader of Noxus fell silent, staring at the other man, awaiting for him to present his case.

“I know you only asked for two possibilities to further prevent Demacian spies and informants from entering the city, but I took the liberty to come up with seven.” He laid the folders on the desk before folding his hands behind his back. “Shall I go over each, or would you like to look them over at your own leisure?”

Lowering his gaze on the files placed on his desk, Swain reached for the first one, retrieving and opening it. “I want the rough details on each plan from yourself. I also want to hear how much time you think it would take to implement each one of these plans” The general said, the red orbs turning to Nickoli once more. 

Kiss ? A noxian general of all people ? Pressing her lips in thin line she turned her gaze away, shed rather kiss a snake then someone like that. “While the offer is rather..flattering im afraid I am inclined to reject the such………….”

Kiss ? A noxian general of all people ? Pressing her lips in thin line she turned her gaze away, shed rather kiss a snake then someone like that. “While the offer is rather..flattering im afraid I am inclined to reject the such………….”

Kill: swainFuck; EliseKill: SwainMarry; Vladimir (assassination of a husband is easier than that of an enemy afar, and perhaps he is trainable at least…)Kill: SWAINNNN

raven boy/ raven girl

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Well, thats my thought anyway. Thoughts on this theory/storyline?

Thanks @piltonoxidemacian for this idea! :D

Meanwhile, Swain sat in captain’s cabin, his fingers drumming the surface of the navigator’s table in slow pace. The red eyes were fixed on the candle, the glittering of flame reflecting in crimson colored irises as he contemplated his plan once again. It was unusual gambit he’d chosen to play with Matron of the Black Rose. And they were taking an unusual risk in doing it. He let his eyes drift to the dinner table being prepared across the room, taking note of the flawless positioning f cutlery and pitchers of wine, as well as appetizing dish of fruits and wine bottle. Everything was being done by the etiquette. A wry smile flashed on his lips at this thought. The ship’s chef had apparently done more than just served soldiers his whole career. Swain’s eyes returned to the flame, man reminding himself to forward a word of compliment to the ship’s captain for discreet and professional crew.

Humming tune of old lullaby she moved on her toes like  a cat she was deep down, with hands behind her back. She was dressed simple for the trip. White linen cloth shirt, red corset that huged her curves followed by black pants. She always prefered simple yet alluring looks…so did her victims as well as employers. “Do tell darling when are we arriving ? “ she asked the woman in armor as the duo reached to the door of captain cabin. Light was still on, bit dim but there was sign that man behind this door was still wide awake and waiting .

Swain heard the two arrive. It was rather easy considering raedsel’s heavier outfit. And the silhouette of the woman through the door’s glass panel was likewise a decent giveaway. “Enter” He called from his seat, standing up as the two stepped in the cabin. “Thank you captain, that will be all” he dismissed the soldier, the woman nodding, leaving the two and locking the door after herself. The Grand General turned his focus at his date, bowing his head slightly at her. “I appreciate you accepting my invitation” He told her, voice devoid of the supposed gratitude. Walking over to the dinner table, he pulled a chair out for Lilith, motioning her to take a seat. “Please” the gentleman said.

Gazing upon the table, she noticed its typical setting ?  Prehaps  the one who arranged this had different intents unlike the two did. Nevertheless she did appriciate the good bottle of wine and decent meal now and then. “What do I owe this honor  ? It is quite late if you dont mind me saying “ she spoke as her elbows leaned against the table, and her chin ontop of her crossed hands patinetly waiting to see what exactly he had in store for her this evening.

Swain began filling his plate with salad and pieces of fruits, keeping up his small monolog. “You have a quiet, but reliable reputation as a woman who accepts difficult tasks. These tasks are however not of the same nature as traditional assassins’ in Noxus” The general picked up a fork and a knife, starting to dine. “You are a charlatan and a deceiver. A con artist” The grand general concluded. “Am I correct?”.

Meanwhile, Swain sat in captain’s cabin, his fingers drumming the surface of the navigator’s table in slow pace. The red eyes were fixed on the candle, the glittering of flame reflecting in crimson colored irises as he contemplated his plan once again. It was unusual gambit he’d chosen to play with Matron of the Black Rose. And they were taking an unusual risk in doing it. He let his eyes drift to the dinner table being prepared across the room, taking note of the flawless positioning f cutlery and pitchers of wine, as well as appetizing dish of fruits and wine bottle. Everything was being done by the etiquette. A wry smile flashed on his lips at this thought. The ship’s chef had apparently done more than just served soldiers his whole career. Swain’s eyes returned to the flame, man reminding himself to forward a word of compliment to the ship’s captain for discreet and professional crew.

Humming tune of old lullaby she moved on her toes like  a cat she was deep down, with hands behind her back. She was dressed simple for the trip. White linen cloth shirt, red corset that huged her curves followed by black pants. She always prefered simple yet alluring looks…so did her victims as well as employers. “Do tell darling when are we arriving ? “ she asked the woman in armor as the duo reached to the door of captain cabin. Light was still on, bit dim but there was sign that man behind this door was still wide awake and waiting .

Swain heard the two arrive. It was rather easy considering raedsel’s heavier outfit. And the silhouette of the woman through the door’s glass panel was likewise a decent giveaway. “Enter” He called from his seat, standing up as the two stepped in the cabin. “Thank you captain, that will be all” he dismissed the soldier, the woman nodding, leaving the two and locking the door after herself. The Grand General turned his focus at his date, bowing his head slightly at her. “I appreciate you accepting my invitation” He told her, voice devoid of the supposed gratitude. Walking over to the dinner table, he pulled a chair out for Lilith, motioning her to take a seat. “Please” the gentleman said.