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[cithria]

"You know, you might have wanted to catch some sleep before you fall asleep on guard duty?" The tactician smiled as he let himself fall down next to the other in the grass. It had been long days and nights, the outskirts of Shurima harsh on all of the troops. Even if they were only a small force. Arch leaned back and closed his eyes, stretching his fingers. "Are you alright?" (@demacian-mastermind)

Cithria couldn’t help herself. There was an excitement stirred up in her belly that made it difficult for her to sleep. She’d managed to catch a few hours, which were more than enough for her to function, but restless legs had left her frustrated enough to leave her tent and find a comfortable spot high enough to watch the sunrise.

“I’m fine,” she responded quietly as the tactician expressed his concern. “I’ve never been this far out of Demacia. There’s a lot to see, a lot to take in. Even the sunrise looks different here. So why miss it, you know?”

[the-demacian-mastermind]

A chuckle escaped his lips. “Yeah. I know how you feel. Though I guess I learned a few lessons since then.”, he said and raised his right arm, the prothesis clickering slightly as he did. “Though I do remember that I was kind of done with being restless for the night after I got buried by a heap of snow falling down from a branch. Freljord is kind of … the opposite of here.”

He smirked and shook his head, before looking towards the setting sun. “I hope you don’t make those mistakes. Then again, a desert isn’t really the … prime place for snow and blizzards, is it now?” Her reached his left hand towards the other in greeting. “I haven’t seen you around before. But, considering that you were recommended by Garen to join this expidition, I feel like I should have. The name’s arch, headstrategist of the Demacian army. And also a few other titles that I don’t really remember.”

[cithria]

To be frank, this was further north or south than Cithria had ever been, though she’d heard a lot more stories about the Freljord than the desert. Even if they weren’t so far as to find themselves in the sandy dunes, the heat and arid winds were definitely different for her. It was only with a lot of focus and composure was she able to wear the Vanguard armor under that sun.

But at sunrise, wearing a much more casual tunic, it was almost enjoyable.

She turned and looked at who was joining her for the first time, eyeing the prosthetic for a moment before meeting his gaze. She took his hand and shook it. “My name is Cithria. I’m actually … kind of new to the Vanguard. I think that’s why I was chosen for this, to get some traveling under my belt. That, or no one else wanted to face this heat,” she offered with a grin. “If I might ask, what are we doing down here? All I was told is that I’d be protecting some surveyors, but the head strategist?”

[the-demacian-mastermind]

"Welcome to life of the military. Tell the soldiers one story. Leave the other stories out. It will solve itself somehow.", he said and shook his head. Her had wondered what the commanding officers had brewed up this time. In his eyes, not exactly the best of ideas. "We had reports come in from one of our scouts. She reported that something is amiss in Shurima. And it appeared to her to be on a grand enough scale to justify an investigation. Piltover had requested assistance in the area, so it was a good way to cover up the whole thing."

Was this confidental? Arch blinked and rubbed his chin for a moment, but then really just shrugged. These soldiers were basically risking their lifes for him and others. Even if it didn't come to a lifethreatening situation. He had stood on the field before. The young woman in front of him reminded him a bit of himself back then. Still, there was one thing that the other seemed to be mistaken in.

He looked her over, carefully and judgingly, but still his eyes remained calm. He kept his thoughts to himself mostly, especially because the other thought of herself as such. Garen wouldn't have chosen someone he didn't trust to be an asset to the mission. "Truth be told, I am not sure, what will await us. The surveying here is already underway, but from what I have seen around, something is definitly going on. And ... I am not sure I like it."

[cithria]

"You know, you might have wanted to catch some sleep before you fall asleep on guard duty?" The tactician smiled as he let himself fall down next to the other in the grass. It had been long days and nights, the outskirts of Shurima harsh on all of the troops. Even if they were only a small force. Arch leaned back and closed his eyes, stretching his fingers. "Are you alright?" (@demacian-mastermind)

Cithria couldn’t help herself. There was an excitement stirred up in her belly that made it difficult for her to sleep. She’d managed to catch a few hours, which were more than enough for her to function, but restless legs had left her frustrated enough to leave her tent and find a comfortable spot high enough to watch the sunrise.

“I’m fine,” she responded quietly as the tactician expressed his concern. “I’ve never been this far out of Demacia. There’s a lot to see, a lot to take in. Even the sunrise looks different here. So why miss it, you know?”

[the-demacian-mastermind]

A chuckle escaped his lips. "Yeah. I know how you feel. Though I guess I learned a few lessons since then.", he said and raised his right arm, the prothesis clickering slightly as he did. "Though I do remember that I was kind of done with being restless for the night after I got buried by a heap of snow falling down from a branch. Freljord is kind of ... the opposite of here."

He smirked and shook his head, before looking towards the setting sun. "I hope you don't make those mistakes. Then again, a desert isn't really the ... prime place for snow and blizzards, is it now?" Her reached his left hand towards the other in greeting. "I haven't seen you around before. But, considering that you were recommended by Garen to join this expidition, I feel like I should have. The name's arch, headstrategist of the Demacian army. And also a few other titles that I don't really remember."

[the-demacian-mastermind]

Reason for Arch's activities in the freljord

While Arch's parents were not the most known nobels in Demacia's history, they had a lot of connections into the icey regions of the Ironspike Mountains. Especially towards the leadership of the Averosa. Due to that both of them managed - after being asked by the former head tactican of Demacia's army to try and do so - negotiations were hold between the two houses and an agreement was settled upon due to which it would be possible to traverse the regions of both kingdoms freely on own behalf without the fear of political conflict arising. In certain cases, this even leads to military missions in the regions of the other, should the kingdom be directly in danger or should it be proven that conflict might arrise between the two kingdoms. Due to this, Arch lead three different scoutings into mildly dangerous areas of the mountains. However, these were usually aided by a ranger or by a pathfinder in order to assure survival and hold danger to a minimum. The mission, Arch went on in which he lost his arm was not part of an aided search, thus the trip emded in failure, more of half the members dying and Arch's body being torn in spacetime due to the voidborn they happened to run into. The missions are rather dangerous and rare. But can sometimes help peace negotiations between Demacia and the Averosa.

[the-demacian-pariah-blog]

"So...you can stop following me now...", he sighed, as he leaned back. He was sitting on one of the crates in the deserted alleyway, waiting for his ominous follower. (the-demacian-mastermind)

“The words of the guilty, often said by those who carry heavy burdens. Tell me a good reason why I shouldn’t be tailing you, and I will carry on my way.”The magic was enough to silence his footsteps and the black armor molded him into darkness, but he himself wasn’t light of feet.@the-demacian-mastermind

[the-demacian-pariah-blog]

An emotionless wall as he was in expression every much as he was of body. He still didn’t react to any threat or otherwise whilst looking over the other with only mild interest once he had learned whom he was.

“The investigation and strategy bureau have some dubious folks if they are to be crawling about in the dark so late at night when all fair and honest citizens have long gone to bed. Especially, if that person in question is the said head of that department if I am to believe those words.”

A stony silence flowed through the air before the Blackguard spoke again.

“I have absolutely no interest in the matters involving Demacian officials. As for myself, I am Balor. The last survivor of the Granmoore house and it’s sole Knight. I enforce the peace of Demacia and other lands in the guise of shadows to those whom think themselves unreachable by law.”

[the-demacian-mastermind]

“You know…we are two with this kind of mindset.”, he said and shook his head slightly with a sigh, as his hand wandered back from his sword to his knee, resting there, the need to draw the weapon seemingly gone for now.

“I couldn’t sleep.”, he sighed and tilted his head, analyzing the other. Somehow, he was able to understand some of his feelings, no matter how much they might have died down or how much he tried to hide them. “It is nothing special, really. Sometimes I simply don’t feel like sitting in a tree and watching the stars when I can’t get myself to rest. That’s the whole reason, why I am out here.”

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he got up from the crate, dusting off his cloth, his sight still resting on the other. “Even though I can understand, why you protect or help the people, I can not understand, why a sole survivor of a noble house would run around this late himself. Shadows are likely to grind into each other like gears in a clockwork. So…?”

He left the question open.

[the-demacian-pariah-blog]

“Sadly, even if we are of similar mindset, some don’t think so. They are perfectly content doling out justice to only things within their grasp or simply following the words of other nobles without further investigation. A sort of laziness in some cases.”

“As for me, these are the hours I am usually awake.  During the day, I simply sleep since it seems the shadiest things happen at night.. Not only that, it’s harder to detect a Knight in black armor when one can barely see into the dark anyhow.”

Shifting his stance, it was still as static as ever. Arms crossed and the only thing that changed was which way his weight was shifted. A head perhaps rolled as the sound bones cracking could be heard.

“And the desire to help. To help when my house has been killed save for me, is because I wish to prevent the same from happening to others. A planned murder on my house by the other nobles for being too radical or for having different opinions. It’s not simply my family either. Many seem to fall under this. I live only so others may not fall into despair like I have in the past.”

[the-demacian-mastermind]

"Huh...interesting.", he simply mumbled, his eyes closing, as he sighed out loud, memories of the burning building running like a film in front of his inner eye, screams that ended in sudden silence when the ruins collapsed. His hand reaches to his arm, the wood strangely cold at the touch, the runes ingraved in it emitting a dim, subtile glow, as if reacting to the contact of the skin.

"You aren't that good at your job it seems.", he simply said, his voice suddenly having turned grimm. "Besides you might be fooling yourself pretty easily here. But I guess that is up to you to see and decide on."

He sat up, leaning forward a bit, his fingers crossing now, as he opened his eyes halfways, thinking of what to do really. His eyes were caught by a single barrel that was capturing rainwater for whatever need, the calm surface simply reflecting the light of the moon and the stars surrounding it. Arch sighed again and got up. "I guess talking to you won't do much. I also guess loosing up for someone like you is a pretty piece of work. So I guess I will see to go my own ways. For now at least...", he said but stopped before he turned to go. He looked at the man in front of him and sighed. "How did they die?", he finally asked.

[crystals-angel-deactivated20151]

*pen* Try Arch xD The Aira was pretty good (also yes, Arch has no pics xD Imagination OP)

Send ✎ and the name of a character and I’ll do a quick sketch of them.

[demacianmastermind]

//woah, that could actually fit…though it looks like he is 25 or older xD And he is about 19 xD

[the-demacian-pariah-blog]

"So...you can stop following me now...", he sighed, as he leaned back. He was sitting on one of the crates in the deserted alleyway, waiting for his ominous follower. (the-demacian-mastermind)

“The words of the guilty, often said by those who carry heavy burdens. Tell me a good reason why I shouldn’t be tailing you, and I will carry on my way.”The magic was enough to silence his footsteps and the black armor molded him into darkness, but he himself wasn’t light of feet.@the-demacian-mastermind

[the-demacian-mastermind]

“You know, I have the power and stance to draw this weapon if I feel in danger.”, he simply whispered, his head slightly tilting, as he tried to read every bit of information he had already gotten about the other. A fellow Demacian. Someone who was more than willed to kill.

And someone who was trying to threat with authorities.

“Also…I doubt the city guard will take much of an interest to get into trouble with the Investigation and Strategy part of the military.”, he said and raised an eyebrow at the other. “My name is Arch. Head of the tactical military branch of the demacian army. And I would recommend you to identify yourself too.”

[the-demacian-pariah-blog]

An emotionless wall as he was in expression every much as he was of body. He still didn’t react to any threat or otherwise whilst looking over the other with only mild interest once he had learned whom he was.

“The investigation and strategy bureau have some dubious folks if they are to be crawling about in the dark so late at night when all fair and honest citizens have long gone to bed. Especially, if that person in question is the said head of that department if I am to believe those words.”

A stony silence flowed through the air before the Blackguard spoke again.

“I have absolutely no interest in the matters involving Demacian officials. As for myself, I am Balor. The last survivor of the Granmoore house and it’s sole Knight. I enforce the peace of Demacia and other lands in the guise of shadows to those whom think themselves unreachable by law.”

[the-demacian-mastermind]

"You know...we are two with this kind of mindset.", he said and shook his head slightly with a sigh, as his hand wandered back from his sword to his knee, resting there, the need to draw the weapon seemingly gone for now.

"I couldn't sleep.", he sighed and tilted his head, analyzing the other. Somehow, he was able to understand some of his feelings, no matter how much they might have died down or how much he tried to hide them. "It is nothing special, really. Sometimes I simply don't feel like sitting in a tree and watching the stars when I can't get myself to rest. That's the whole reason, why I am out here."

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he got up from the crate, dusting off his cloth, his sight still resting on the other. "Even though I can understand, why you protect or help the people, I can not understand, why a sole survivor of a noble house would run around this late himself. Shadows are likely to grind into each other like gears in a clockwork. So...?"

He left the question open.

[the-demacian-pariah-blog]

"So...you can stop following me now...", he sighed, as he leaned back. He was sitting on one of the crates in the deserted alleyway, waiting for his ominous follower. (the-demacian-mastermind)

“The words of the guilty, often said by those who carry heavy burdens. Tell me a good reason why I shouldn’t be tailing you, and I will carry on my way.”The magic was enough to silence his footsteps and the black armor molded him into darkness, but he himself wasn’t light of feet.@the-demacian-mastermind

[the-demacian-mastermind]

“I will tell you something else. What you not have.”, Arch said, as his face instantly turned grimm. His hand was playing with the hilt of his blade, the weapon vibrating slightly, as he looked at the other.

“A reason for sticking to me. Or do you think, false accusions will help you there?”

[the-demacian-pariah-blog]

“I have not made accusations quite yet, instead, pointing what you say as suspicious behavior. Unlike my Demacian brethren, I make sure to know full well why someone is convicted before I lay them to rest.”

He seemed completely unphased by the other’s aggression, simply crossing his arms with the furrowing of his brows.

“And unless you intend to bring the Demacian guard down on BOTH of our heads for questioning, I suggest you not go swinging that weapon around. At least, not here.”

[the-demacian-mastermind]

"You know, I have the power and stance to draw this weapon if I feel in danger.", he simply whispered, his head slightly tilting, as he tried to read every bit of information he had already gotten about the other. A fellow Demacian. Someone who was more than willed to kill.

And someone who was trying to threat with authorities.

"Also...I doubt the city guard will take much of an interest to get into trouble with the Investigation and Strategy part of the military.", he said and raised an eyebrow at the other. "My name is Arch. Head of the tactical military branch of the demacian army. And I would recommend you to identify yourself too."

[the-demacian-pariah-blog]

"So...you can stop following me now...", he sighed, as he leaned back. He was sitting on one of the crates in the deserted alleyway, waiting for his ominous follower. (the-demacian-mastermind)

“The words of the guilty, often said by those who carry heavy burdens. Tell me a good reason why I shouldn’t be tailing you, and I will carry on my way.”The magic was enough to silence his footsteps and the black armor molded him into darkness, but he himself wasn’t light of feet.@the-demacian-mastermind

[the-demacian-mastermind]

"I will tell you something else. What you not have.", Arch said, as his face instantly turned grimm. His hand was playing with the hilt of his blade, the weapon vibrating slightly, as he looked at the other.

"A reason for sticking to me. Or do you think, false accusions will help you there?"