The doors of the warehouse creak open, hot sunlight breaking through the darkness. “You sure your not being paranoid. Again.” Megaera replies strutting inside, her greatsword slung across her back. Crates of demolitions, ammunition and other war supplies were stacked to the ceiling all ready to be used overseas.
A shorter girl joins the other immediately peeling off into the warehouse searching in between the various rows of goods. “I’m in charge of making sure all this gets on the ship when we shove off to Ionia, and if even one thing goes missing it’ll be my fault.” Caitiff barks, already inspecting the crates to justify her suspicions. “So yeah, I’ll preemptively give you shit so I don’t have to take it later.”
Megaera sighs. “It was probably just the wood creaking, or a rat, or something.” She leans on the edge of the open door desperately trying to find any reason to not spend the afternoon looking through dusty boxes.
Peering at the endless inventory, Caitiff spots a scrap in a crate that looks like it had been cut by a large knife. “No Meg, someones definitely here.”
An ear grating groan comes from Megaera. “Fine.” Closing the warehouse door the Gloryseeker starts half heartedly checking the room for any intruders. “I’ll kill whatever rat’s making noise in here.”
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Xerath hadn’t even bothered to see if his attack killed the Noxian soldier. Before the dust even settled, he returned his attention to the larger battle, watching as his forces continued to assail the Noxian stronghold. This battle was hardly even worth the Ascended’s time. Was this truly the best resistance Noxus could muster to defend the land it sought to claim? Pathetic…
But then, Xerath heard something: a faint rumbling behind him. The Magus looked back just as the soldier from before cried out her defiance, toppling the wall of an ancient ruin down on him. Xerath could feel its weight slamming against the sarcophagus… But that was all he felt. The act seemed to surprise him more than it seemed to wound him, but Xerath was quick to regain his posture.
The Ascended loomed over Megaera, gazing down at her as though she were little more than an insect. Rather than strike her down, however, he posed her a question. “Why?” The battle continued to rage behind him, but now this one soldier had his full attention. “Why do you defy me? Noxians claims to revere strength above all else. I am power incarnate. I brought an end to the mightiest this world has ever seen; mightier, even, than the one you serve. I, took, seek to unite the world under a singular rule. So then… What reason do you have to throw your lives away in a futile effort to oppose me?”
Megaera's eyes strained against the crackling glow of the creature's blue lightning. The ringing of steel echoed as the battle ranged around her. Like a whisper in the dark it reminded her of the growl of Wolf. As a soldier she often passively contemplated death, there were so many faces she had met in passing that had already felt the bite of the God of Death. Fellow recruits she had trained with, soldiers she fought beside in rear guard, even would be Trifarian legionaries she defeated in the fighting pits. The Gloryseeker held her ground as she looked up at the colossus, you could only out run Wolf for so long, eventually you had to face it head on.
Gritting her teeth, Megaera spits back at the creature. "Your power isn't strength. It's destruction." Memories from her old life came back to her, a decrepit old king with a selfish iron will that couldn't be defied by a mere slave. Until someone who should have been her enemy killed him like the weak man he was. How dare this colossus claim he was anything like the noxians that saved her. This thing was a creature of pure power. What did he know about being helpless?
"I've heard the old stories of Shurima's past, the tyrants who did anything for power. Bet you're just like them." Megaera raised her voice as loud as she could in the hope that the other legionaries could hear her. "I lived under that once, and will never allow that again. Noxus freed from my bonds of servitude so I could stand and fight as their equal." Shifting her stance, Megaera bent her knees as she held Crown defensively. "I will die fighting if it means stopping the destruction of the nation that saved me."
Xerath stared down at Megaera, energy crackling around him ominously. "Behold, Noxian. This is REAL strength."
The storm above was like nothing Megaera had seen, blue-grey clouds ripping through an orange sky. The sounds of battle echoed through the outpost and the Gloryseeker had followed them with earnest fervour. Cutting through an alternate exit, Megaera makes her way to flank the attacking force. Having been trained as duelist Meg’s goal on the battlefield was always the same; find the biggest threats or specific targets and cut them down, and she prided herself in that duty.
Meeting the enemy the Gloryseeker picks out a cultist crackling with blue lightning with his back turned to her. Readying an archers guard strike Meg launches her blade forward as it lands into the mage like a spear. Not wasting a second she charges forward, taking the blade from their side and cutting the cultist in half. Bloodlust powering her forward Megaera charges into the fray alongside the other legionaries as they come to the eye of the storm.
Perhaps plebeians would have been terrified by whatever this colossus was, but Megaera had been trained by the best in Noxus, fear had nearly been beaten out of her. His threat does little to sway her resolve as it only puts a wolf-like smile on her face. “TRIFARIAN! PROVE HIM WRONG!” Megaera shouts to rally the other legionaries to her side. A wave of voices in va-nox cry out BLOOD FOR NOXUS in unison, as the soldier charges towards the enemy. Seeing an opening of structures that lead to the head of the colossus, Meg ducks away to flank him.
“What the fuck are those.” Getting stuck on escort duty was a calming change of pace from the usually busyness of life within the legion. A few weeks' journey to the Noxian cities south of Argent Mountain and then back home was practically a vacation. Even Megaera, who was easily bored by such an assignment, was lulled to contentment by the monotony of the journey. It was only when the little figures cured her interest and pulled the Gloryseeker away from her guard duty.
The little humanoids, clothed in purple hoods, marched in a line towards the walls of Glorft. Tiny axes and staves in hand once they got to the walls of the city their weapons tapped and tinked off the thick stone with all the little might they had. Caitiff joined Meg and the two just stared in disbelief. “Should- should I tell the captain?” Caitiff questioned not really understanding if the city was under attack or if these little creatures were just playing.
Strutting forward Megaera stepped close to one of the creatures in the back holding a small staff, as she approached it stopped attacking and momentarily cowered in fear. As if it were a small cat Meg picked it up by the scruff. “I don’t know, I think they're harmless.” Shaking the cowled thing she held it seemed to jiggle like a coin purse, Meg eyes widened with surprise. “Hey, they sound like they're full of money.”
“You- uh, might wanna stop that Meg. There's a bigger one.” Caitiff pointed over to the tree line where she believe saw a slightly bigger version of the creatures wearing a pointy wizard hat instead of a hood.
Megaera really had no reason to be on this side of Prime, and it was very clear she didn’t fit in. However with most of her friends in the legion shipped off to all the corners of the world and Caitiff up to her ears in her Warmason duties, it was shaping up to be a boring Friday night. Usually she would have just spent the night watching reckoner fights but Meg had a bad habit of betting, and losing, money in the hype of the moment. Currently down on cash she took the more sensible route and looked around to do something else. If only so she didn’t have to listen to Caitiff chew her out about wasting money again.
Guess it was a novel idea in concept, to catch at least a glimpse of those preening aristocrats pretty houses. Maybe even find some fancy tavern to slip into and get a single expensive drink, and it's not like too many people would mess with her when she still had her greatsword on her. The longer she walked on the more bored she became, and worse she was now lost in a sea gothic manors. It’s when Megaera stops in a square to try and get her bearings that an ashen haired woman openly mocks the Gloryseeker. The blood mages three companions all laughing along with her roast at Meg's unkempt appearance.
“What did you say to me bitch!” Immediately Megaera turns to confront the quartet, not at all the smartest decision, but she had already gotten frustrated in these fancy fucks side of the city a long time ago. “I’m fucking Trifarian,” Meg points to the three black dots tattooed on her neck. “You really gonna talk shit to someone who’s fought alongside the Hand of Noxus himself.” The Gloryseeker isn’t quiet with her boast and her voice almost seems to echo of the surrounding tall mansions as if disturbing some unspoken peace.
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If either of you could have a single wish, what would it be and why?
Megaera is quick to puff out her chest and start speaking, her voice radiates with pride as she boasts loudly. “I want to be known as a great Hero throughout Noxus. For my legend to live forever alongside the great Warriors of the Noxidi, Noxkri and Noxtali. Glory in war and death I want people to sing my tale: MEGAERA THE FURY OF NOXUS!”
Caitiff slowly ponders the question, her face forlorn with memories. “I just. . .” Hesitating, she thinks back to times that seem so far away. The solitude of wetlands, the warmth of the hearthfire, was worth going back to her childhood now. So much had changed, so much of the truth of the world was revealed to her. “I just don’t want to be a burden to anyone. . . ever again.”
In the dappled forest light the Ionia fighters seemed to blend in with the woods, it was no wonder how they had traversed through the treetops without the group of warmasons notice. The battle at the village's entrance was meant to draw any warriors out so the demolitionists could flank the town and blow open an entrance in the forest. But something had given them away. Caitiff heard the gurgle of blood clogging someone's throat and turned around to see a Noxian scout fall. It was the tree’s, Caitiff had heard stories from veterans of the first Ionian war, they warned that the land itself hated outsiders.
Remember the objectives. Her own words that she had so often barked at others rang in Caitiff’s ears, ordering her to act. Using her small stature to her advantage, Caitiff dodged behind the other warmasons to avoid brawling with ambushing Ionians. The explosives were already in place and if they hadn’t ran into combatants the scout group could have retreated to set them off properly, there was no time now. Climbing onto a rock overlooking the skirmish, Caitiff pulled out two black powder grenades. There was heat from a sudden fire somewhere, maybe someone else had the same idea as her but they would have to set off the explosive in the center of the brawl. Taking the pin with her teeth, Caitiff pulled back her arm, the grenade already beginning to glow orange. "The few for the many." It wasn’t much of an apology but if any of the other warmasons did hear her she hoped they understood.
krisssss krch-BOOM
The heat flash of the explosion blinded Caitiff temporarily and she only felt the hard ground against her back as she was knocked backwards. The sound of the explosions continued, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM burning the path towards the village. Groaning Caitiff blinked, sight and sound slowly coming back to her. Through the smoke and fire she saw both the bodies Ionias and Noxians scattered around the impact of the first explosion. Caitiff didn’t know any of the warmasons that lay in the rubble, maybe she would have if they had lasted longer in the war, but it was probably for the best that they remained unknown to her. When her first mentor had been killed by pirates she had wept for him almost as much as she had with her mother, Caitiff refused to go through that again.
There was movement through the smoke, a figure clad in green, they screamed in Navori tongue. Caitiff twitched her limbs trying to get back to her feet, the last standing Ionian noticed the lone warmason and drew their weapon. Clenching the other grenade in hand, Caitiff let them approach, if this was her last and only act in this war she would go to the Wolf on her own terms. A sudden rush of timely footsteps stopped her from making that choice. “Not my sister!” With a wild cleave a dark steel greatsword pierced the torso of the last Ionian, pinning them against a tree.
“Meg, you're supposed to be on the front lines.” Caitiff coughed as she still struggled to get to her feet. “I was commanded to kill the elder.” The strong arms of her battle sister pulled the young warmason back to her feet. Still dazed, Megaera holds Caitiff in place for a moment to allow her to regain her barrings. “Old fuck fell back into the villages center and is calling vines to push us back.” Meg nods towards the newly burned entrance to the village, Caitiff could see a familiar violent glint in the gloryseekers eye. “Thanks to you I can finish this.”
“Well don’t go in alone.” Caitiff grunted, adjusting her weight to stand on her own. “We were ambushed here, we don't know what they have on the inside.” Megaera just smiled pulling her sword from the tree, Caitiff's would-be killer slumped to the ground with its removal. “Then come with me! Will take it together!” Before the young warmason could respond her battle sister was already charging forward towards the fray. Idiot, for all the Might she had, Meg's longing for acts of glory in the empire's name would sometimes leave her wanting in Vision for her own future.
Taking stock of her surroundings, Caitiff patted down her belongings; she still had her tools and axe, but she would need more than that to keep up with the gloryseeker. Scattered amongst the remains a slightly charred crossbow stands out. Without hesitation Caitiff takes it along with a handful of bloats, and sprints after her battle sister.
The path the explosions had made was carved in fire, Caitiff covered her mouth as she ran through the smoke. Before she even got to the village entrance she could already hear Meg clashing with whoever was inside. Quickly forming a plan as she enters, the warmason climbs on top of a ruined building to assess the area. Meg was already locked in combat with three of the green clad fighters, the elder was a few yards away chanting as the vines rumbled beneath the ground, by his side a woman clad in red with a long brimmed hat covering her face.
Knowing her battle sister's prowess, Caitiff was sure Meg could take the fighters herself, their farmers' weapons were nothing compared to Crown. But the woman in red; she stepped forward her movements deliberate hands swayed as if with the wind, in time with her motions small metal daggers floated to her side. A blade witch, it was obvious that this woman would be able to out maneuver Meg before she could even make a strike.
The black power grenade felt heavy in her hand, Meg might be caught in the blast if she acted recklessly, she had to wait for the right moment to act with her battle sister. Quickly parrying a strike, Meg kicks her last attacker's knees knocking him to the ground and deals a finishing blow. Pulling the pin on the grenade, Caitiff holds the glowing bomb as she watches the blade witch rush forward. The gloryseeker raises her blade to block but it would be useless against the multiple daggers flying towards her. “PULL!” Caitiff shouts, as the blade witch leaps towards her target a glowing bomb hitting just behind her. In a split second Meg shifts her stance to dodge away from the blast.
krch-BOOM
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"YOUR MINE!"
A wave of adrenaline passed through Caitiff as she hears Megaera’s shout, Yes! She still stands. Reloading the crossbow, Caitiff looks over the roof’s edge she had hidden behind. The blade witch was on the ground stunned from the blast but not dead, leaving the elder exposed. There was a rumbling if only for a moment as if the vines were tunneling through the ground towards Meg, but they wouldn’t make it. Head down, the gloryseeker charges forward and heaves her massive sword to cleave the elders torso from his legs.
For a moment all was still, only the distant sounds of battle from the village's entrance echoed like the growl of a fearsome beast. The blade witch jolted to her feet the blood of her comrades staining the earth around her. “Surrender.” Shuttering the blade witch turned, Meg stood above the two pieces of the elders body, blood and viscera staining her black steel sword. “You can end this fight,” Megaera's demeanor had changed; she stood like a statue, her face calm as she spoke Va-Nox as clearly as possible. “Stand down, and end this bloodshed.”
“End this bloodshed. . .” Her hat still covering her face did not need to be visible to convey the anger in the blade witch’s broken words. Fingers twitching the discarded blades twitched as well. “FOR IONIA-” thunk
Megaera had brought up Crown to block the incoming blades but they twisted and spun off wildly as if the strings pulling them along had been suddenly cut. The crossbow bolt had struck the blade witch through the back of her neck, her red hat fell to the floor before her body did. Slowly climbing down from her perch, Caitiff walked over to stand by her battle sister. Meg continued to stand silently, her eyes glazed over in thought.
“She wasn’t like you.” Caitiff spoke softly as she sensed Meg’s unease. “The battle isn’t like what happened in Urtis, your people needed liberation from a tyrant.” Slinging the crossbow over her back, the young warmason softly reached out to take her fellow soldiers hand. “This battle is about revenge for failure. For the ones we lost before.” Caitiff looked up at her battle sister, her only family. “And I refuse to lose you now.”
"As if I would go down that easily." The gloryseeker hand tightens reassuringly around the warmasons, as she looks back and smiles. "Or ever leave you to die." The cries of victory sounded them as the other legionaries entered the village, Noxtoraa banners rippling in the wind. There were no longer any Ionian souls left in the village to surrender, Noxus had won.
