#cripledgeneral

[clawsandspears]

Miss Nidalee, I'd request your help as my guide in coming weeks. I am planning a little trip to southern Valoran, and your charming and experienced company might prove crucial for my personal well being. Should you accept, you will naturally be compensated adequately. If you are interested, please meet me in Zaun's military harbor. Inform the guards at the gates that you've been invited. Take Necessities for 2 week trip. Sincerely: Jericho Swain.

Nidalee snatched the note from Vi, after she had read it out to her and gave her a small thanks, then picked up her spear holding it behind her head, with her arms draped over them. She didn’t need to bring anything with her, she knew of Valoran, traveled around it twice, but she wasn’t much of a heavy  packing traveler, her and her spear was all she ever needed. Though lately the last time she escorted someone to a specific location she almost became spider food.She immediately began to walk towards Zaun, luckily, she took a trip to Piltover a few days earlier when she received the letter, because her lack of reading skills took the best of her. But she wasted no time, and arrived at Zaun at sundown. She wasn’t a very big fan of Zaun, polluted skies and the people here were just weird to her. 

When she approached the gates of the military harbor, immediately the guards laughed and snickered at the huntress and her attire telling her to go back to the jungle. But she didn’t say a word, and just handed them, the letter from  Swain. Almost immediately after it was read, Nidalee was let through the gates, her golden eyes swept the area side to side, and her hand gripped her spear tightly as she walked forward looking for Swain.

[askthefourth]

Award

It bounced across the stone, the ring of metal echoing out into the hall, out of place. Jarvan IV rattle and slide, stopping at the feet of the object of his hatred. The General looked down.

"The award your military gives for shedding your blood in faithful service to your brothers in arms. The soldiers call it the red mark."

The Prince pulled his cold stare off of Jericho Swain’s veiled face, glancing at the bit of metal where it lay on the tile.

"Rare to see."

The commander it had been taken from had died stupidly, attacking Demacian fortifications with a laughable force. He’d likely been told that the enemy had moved, or promised reinforcements that never came. Regardless of the facts of his deployment, the Noxian government had taken no responsibility for sending the squadron out. The official order simply didn’t exist. Whatever he had done to be thrown away would probably never come to light. He pointed to the medal.

"As much as I enjoy doing your dirty work, I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of that piece. Think of it as a promise. As little as you deserve it now, one day you will, even if it takes every last drop. I’ll make sure of it."

[mythic-cassiopeia]

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" I mean, look at how good they look! HAH! Riven? Swain? Would you like one?"

[on-wings-of-justice]

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"The Great General of Noxus, Jericho R. Swain…" Quinn started, leaning her head against her palm, letting out a soft sigh. "Strong and very confusing man, practically puppetmaster behind all the Noxian actions as I’ve been told by Prince Jarvan. His tactical decisions lead Noxian army to victory, at least he thinks so. From what I’ve seen on Fields of Justice, he’s really scary and he can keep his troops in check. I just don’t understand why Du Couteaus listen to him like if he was someone special… but what I know about Noxus, right Val? Oh, wait Val! How can you say you like his pet raven?! She is an enemy, Val! E-n-e-m-y!"

[ask-singed-themadchemist]

Letter was delivered to Singed's lab by a noxian soldier. As the seal of high command was cracked, a letter was revealed. "To Singed, the head chemist of Zaun. Our city-state request your help on a matter concerning Noxus' safety. Your area of expertise is required in the operation that challenges architecture, chemistry and military all at once. As soon as you are able, come to Noxus and meet me. Grand General Jericho Swain".

“Ow…”

“A problem boss ?”

The young alchemist looked at his superior who was still holding the noxian letter. He was curious. Since the collaboration for the Ionian war, there wasn’t any other attempt. Maybe noxians where scared by zaunite efficiency ? Anyways, they send a message and because of it, the master was a bit different.

“Everything is alright ?”

The mad chemist weakly shivered and that was something to be afraid. Knowing better, the young one move aside at the moment a table was suddenly thrown over the room.

“It’s more than alright.”

A hissing sound came out from Singed It was the same kind as the one when he drunk his “Insanity Potion”, a subtle clue from his chemical blood to indicate his excitement.

“Another military operation. An opportunity for mass experiment. Ah… I was dying for this day.”

“I see.”

“No you don’t. You can’t imagine how it’s great to see thousands of people trying their best to survive your creations. You need to adapt, to improve on the field, and all the while, you can hear their screams. It’s the best way to work.”

That was one of the first time the apprentice could see his master under this light. Boiling with that passion.

“One day, you will understand. But now, you take care of the workshop. I want everything to be here and functional when I get back. Lone still need to work three days to pay back his concoctions for his mother. He can stay here after if he wants to work.”

“His potion save his mother ?”

“Dunno. Don’t care. He’s a good student. Don’t kill him or anyone else. Savvy ?”

“Yes.”

“So get out. I’m on my way.”

Two days later, the mad chemist was in Noxus with his regular outfit from the league, plus a brown cloak full of pockets, minus the usual big bottle of poison. On the field it was convenient. Here, he had more efficient stuff. Guards didn’t really try to stop him. They have waited for his arrival and they just send the champion to others as fast as they could. Nobody wanted to stay near the toxic man.

With this reputation, formality where pretty fast and Singed was now standing in the main hall to see his client. Swain, the grand general.

“General…Feel strange to call him like that but he managed to get up the rank”

[mythic-cassiopeia]

A courier arrived to the door of Du Couteau mansion, as the servan opened door, a noxian soldier handed over an envelope with High Command seal on it. "Make sure it gets to miss Du Coutau ASAP. It is urgent and she will want to open it quickly". Without further words, the soldier turned around, leaving.

The servant was a bit confused as they looked down at the letter. But the seal on the envelope made them gasp. Without another word, they rushed to the door of Cassiopeia. Miss Katarina wasn’t home at the moment and Cassiopeia was busy holding down the house. Cassiopeia was sitting and reading a book on Rakkor culture when her eyes narrowed over the book’s spine, her emerald eyes glaring at the door.

"Come in." she hissed. The servant walked in and went to deliver the letter. She was sure not to look upon Cassiopeia, but gave a gentle bow. " M’lady. A solider came by to deliver this. He says it’s very urgent."

Cassiopeia rolled her eyes as she placed her book to the side. ” Urgent. That’s what they always say.” she mused to herself, taking the letter and looking at it.

It was then she saw the seal. ” The seal of the High Command? Why didn’t you tell me the High Command sent this?” she asked her servant with almost an annoyed tone in her voice.

" I’m sorry M’lady. I will leave you now." the Servant gave one more bow and swiftly went to leave. Better now than to face the wrath of an angry Cassiopeia.

Hesitating almost, Cassiopeia looked down at the letter. She was always afraid when she seemed to get these letter and Katarina wasn’t around. With a gentle sigh, she broke the seal and went to look at the letter’s contents.

[askthefourth]

Which way the mountains lean

Every door was guarded, every hallway watched. Jarvan IV noticed the League’s heavy presence, and the nervous tension in summoners eyes. It was to be expected. Even here, at a field of justice, the Institute of war would be remiss in their duties if they failed to place a tight guard on a meeting between the Grand General of Noxus and the son of King Jarvan III. It was really a formailty, to speak before the match was to commence. Alistar made no pass at negotiation. He wanted this fight, and the reward was too tempting for the Minotaur people to avoid this chance. Jarvan IV observed the guards as he walked and thought of the stakes.

Win or lose. Banish Noxus from three mountains of the Great Barrier, or be sent out of their homes. Someone would be leaving here unhappy. It was much to risk, and the decision was out of his hands. He passed a cloaked adjudicator at the foot of the wide steps, this time seeing only steely resolve in the summoners eyes. Much better.

A Minotaur had beaten a few bandits bloody and sent them howling home. That was the story, as far as Jarvan IV was concerned. No doubt the Noxians had it coming, and “If might is as right as they say then they should have no complains.” he’d remarked to his father.

Of course Noxus saw as the final straw in a trail of beatings to Noxian “civilians” and were going to pursue any legal means of reparations. Swain’s doing. Only he could spin a well deserved thrashing into political outrage. The League had obviously obliged him, arbitrating terms and schedules. Demacia, as much in reflex as in support of the Minotaurs, had offered their support. Both Garen and Xin Zhao would fight with Alistar. He’d been taken aback slightly when he’d been told Orianna would be joining them, he assumed as a paid champion. It was quite the unexpected choice. Varus was just going where he felt he belonged.

The stairs ended, and Jarvan’s guards flanked him to the viewing dias. It was a platform overlooking a pool of liquid that would soon come alive as a viewing portal. There he was, the hobbled tacticion himself. Jarvan IV resisted the urge to strike.

"Get on with it then." He said to the Senior Summoner who stood waiting. The bald man spoke softly and without emotion.

"Speaking for the Tribes of the Minotaur People, Prince Jarvan Lightsheild the fourth. Speaking for the people of Noxus, Grand General Jericho Swain. Can the matter be resolved before Champions bleed? This is the command of the Institute of War. Let no Field of Justice run red if there is another solution. Let it be decided."

He stepped back, the two leaders facing one another.

[noxian-talon]

"Talon, since general Du Couteau's disappearance, what has been happening in Du Couteau's family?" Swain asked, observing the assassin with his reddish eyes, leaning slightly on the cane as he made his way closer, leaving respectable distance between two. "And more precisely, what has come of you, his most loyal man?" general rose a curious brow.

When he heard the voice of the one man he wanted to kill but couldn't Talon went tense. Dark red eyes gazed at the General and tried to read from his face but both men seemed to have their perfect masks on. Swain the one he had built for the political need. And Talon had his mask he had gotten after going through a life of assassinations."I am still his most loyal man", was the only answer Talon gave the other man, expression near emotionless and cold. Why was Swain here? if he was the one who had probably given order to kill Talon, had he now come here to check if the job was done? Tough luck. The assassin wouldn't die that easily.