Demacian Throne Room
The massive throne room of the Demacian Palace was unnaturally quiet. Instead of the usual maelstrom of notifications, audiences, servants and other important tasks of the nobility, there were only ten figures in the room. Four women and one man stood in a semi-circle before several steps leading towards a raised dais. On the dais stood two thrones, one larger and more grand than the other. The larger throne was currently occupied by Jarvan IV, the recently coronated King of Demacia. Two his left and right were two advisers from his fathers regime. Farther onward to either side were the last two survivors from Jarvan's expedition several years earlier. They were recently promoted to the heads of his personal bodyguards. Jarvan was adorned in his battle armor rather than the elaborate trappings that the rest of the nobility wore. To his right, propped up against the side of the throne, rested his trusted lance. To his left, resting on the arm of the throne, lay his helm. He did not wish to wear the crown in such a private meeting. It seemed superfluous. Nobody spoke. The tension was high in the room. One of the servants shifted uncomfortably.
Jarvan stood and descended the steps so he would be on the same level with the other heroes. Clasping his hands behind his back, Jarvan slowly walked past each one of them before returning to the middle of the semi-circle. He cleared his throat before addressing the gathered heroes.
"Heroes. You have been gathered here to right a great wrong. Our beloved king, and my father, Jarvan III was killed in a cowardly act by our most hated foe Noxus. The people weep and grieve for the loss, but we must remain strong. Once our task has been completed, we can then mourn the loss of the king properly." Jarvan stopped in front of Garen and Lux. "Garen. Lux. I cannot hope to imagine the fury burning in your hearts as the loss of the king. Your family and my own have defended Demacia from her enemies for centuries. I wish to entrust this most personal mission to you both. Kill the Sinister Blade of Noxus. Katarina Du Couteau." Garen stiffened a little at the mention of Katarina's name. Jarvan noted it but continued on.
Jarvan stopped in front of Leona and Karma. "Leona. You have protected your homeland and brought glory to the Rakkor on the Fields of Justice. I hope you will be able to defend your allies as they strive to crush Noxus. Karma, you have lit fires in the hearts of your own people as they stood proudly and defiantly against Noxus. I hope you too shall light fires in the hearts of your allies and sow distrust amongst your enemies. May you both help give the citizens of Demacia the closure of Noxus' defeat."
Jarvan finally stopped in front of Shyvana. "Shyvana. I found you in the wilds those many years ago, weeping for the father you lost and burning for vengeance against those who wronged you. I know that you, more than anyone else here, knows the fury that I hold in my heart. I ask of you, my friend, to aid me in destroying the ones who killed my father as I aided you destroy the ones who slew your own father. I implore you to use fang and claw to end the lives of the Noxians on the Fields of Justice."
After addressing all the heroes, Jarvan returned to the dais and stood before the throne. He donned his helm and took up his lance. He turned towards the heroes before him and spoke once more. "In five day's time, Demacia and Noxus will clash upon the Fields of Justice. Prepare yourselves! Upon that field the wrath of Demacia shall fall upon her enemies! Glory and retribution await us! Fight! Fight for home! Fight for honor! Fight for vengeance! FIGHT FOR DEMACIA!!!"
Garen bowed in front of Jarvan after he was finished speaking. "My king, I go now to prepare myself for the upcoming battle. I shall return in the evening, but for now I am off to the Fields of Justice. We should discuss any tactics you might have for the upcoming battle later, my lord. Until then, farewell my friend." He strode quickly from the room, thinking ahead to his usual meeting on the Fields of Justice.
Jarvan watched his departure, remembering a warning he had received earlier in the day. Beware. There are spies for Noxus loose in Demacia. Trust noone.
Jarvan fervently hoped that his friend was not involved with Noxus. He would hate having to end the life of his lifelong friend and trusted guardian.