[code]Name: Jax
Affiliation: Ionia, and by proxy Demacia. Though, loosely.
Location: Castle of the Gods.
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That familiar blue aura of teleportation washed across him as he stood atop the dias in the Placidium of Ionia, Jax nodded a silent farewell to the surrounding scholars and spiritualists alike as he vanished into thin air. In a moment he reappeared in a spectacular venue rivaling that of the Placidium itself, though much more decadent and not much in the way of orderly. Despite its exuberance it was merely a locale that served the purpose of looking pretty. Rather than having any particular unique quality about it, it relied on the concept of beauty to give it the appearance of glory. He inhaled through is nostrils and let out a long sigh, adjusting his shoulders to lessen the weight of the length of brass lamppost on his back. After stepping from the elevated platform he was stopped by a man dressed lightly in armor who asked of him to leave his weapon at the door, behind the mask he smiled slightly and gave a short laugh.

Reaching behind himself and grasping the pole with his thumb and forefinger he showed it to the guard. "Hah, this old thing? Haven't you seen a lamp before?" Before the man replied he laughed again and stepped past him, for a moment the guard contemplated stopping him. Even raised his hand towards the strange figure before reconsidering his decision. Of all the people in the world to argue with, Jax was not one that the guard would bother. 

It was a laborious task seeking his prize at this locale, the hustle and bustle of the venue was particularly great. Nobles of every nation state were doting about with a sickening sense of importance. Even those nationals that weren't particularly fond of either nation were here, likely forming relations with the higher ups of individual nations to get in good with the most powerful states. Man, if these people really sat down and thought about the important issues. Shurima's rise, the Void's growing influence, the hellscape of the Shadow Isles. If they'd seen what Jax has seen in his long years, they wouldn't bother with the petty squabbles of Demacia and Noxus. 

If Jax thought so low of these people, why was he here? 

Well, a number of reasons. If a fight breaks out, sweet. The champ's here to add some teeth to the list of teeth he's knocked out. Of course there might be a chance that he might actually find some sort of interesting adventure by following some noble home to their nation-state that would be fine as well. The biggest reason, however, and the reason he's thus far forgotten to replant his lamppost on his back.

Liquor.

Of all the fancy food and decoration that was here, the high standards of the people observing and consuming it? The liquor here must be the single most expensive and highest quality out there. Behind, of course, Gragas' most recent brew. Obviously nothing compared to the best drink that only ever improves, but this was effectively a consolation prize. For not bothering to actually traverse the Freljord in order to seek out his old friend. 

It was about this time that he remembered carrying a magically alight lamp in one's hand might be taken as an offense, obviously he didn't want to start a fuss before he hand found his prize. He placed the post back in the leather holster on his back and continued shoving his way through the crowd.

[code]Name: Sion
Affiliation: Noxus
Location: Far beneath the Castle of the Gods.
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[color=darkred][i]Party? Yes. They had said party. They had said secret.[/i][/color]

There was a colossal carriage that had carried several Noxian nobles to the teleporter directly beneath the Castle of the Gods. Beneath the seats that the nobles had ridden was a fake panel, but why? Chained down beneath that panel lied the beastly horror that is Sion, and beneath him was another deeper panel. And in that panel was a catapult, primed and ready to launch the beast towards the castle once the signal was raised. 

It was a particularly complex and intentionally show-offish carriage, so despite the inner workings it didn't look too abnormal.

But why?

What purpose did they have for bringing the heathenish creature here? 

Sion is an engine of war, designed to be unleashed on the unprepared. If violence broke out inside of the party, a signal would be raised. The goliath would be fired at the castle and unleash absolute hell upon any Demacian noble or soldier that crossed his path.  

[color=darkred][i]Battle. . .Yessss.[/i][/color]