Closed starter for @mightaxe
“Ah, the Hand of Noxus himself, to be graced by my presence.~” The smooth voice of Vladimir called out from the shadows, announcing his presence to the man before stepping into the dim light of the moon cast upon them. No more than a few steps had the general placed outside the front gates of the Immortal Bastion, and he already had someone bothering him. At least, that was Vladimir’s intent, for now.
Truth be told, out of the prominent figures within the empire, especially those of High Command, Darius was the one he had the least contact with. A grave error he felt needed rectifying.
The hemomancer bowed elaborately, as soon as he was out of the shadows.
“You are a very busy man, general. It is not often I get the chance to reach out to one as yourself.” A smirk had plastered itself across his fine delicate features.
