[National Port of Tama, League of Legends]
Gangplank had a hold on his small flintlock pistol, clutching it tightly in case a fight broke out. Even if he was out-classed, out-numbered, and out-gunned, he would still fight to the bitter end, as the only death more suitable would be one of old age after the taste of fine Graggy Ice and cheap wenches. He still couldn't help but look in awe of the ships, and then towards the weapons that these people owned. Despite being a pirate who grew up knowing only how to cheat, kill, and intimidate, he could see that these people weren't likely to be the easiest of foes.
He might not just be able to eat citrus and be 'k'.
"Ahoy thar, me hearty!" he shouted to the men wielding their strange metal guns. "We be'th Emissaries for the League o' Legends, we be! Ta discuss the....."
The pirate paused, apparently forgetting what he was supposed to say next.
This should have been expected considering he wasn't the brightest bulb in the bunch.
"Hold ye horses one minute." GP said before turning to face the back of the ship. With a mighty voice, he roared, "WHERE BE ME BUXOM BILGERAT. THE DISS-CUSS-SHUNS ARE TO BE HAD!"
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The woman that appeared soon after was adorned in a set of golden armor, with a pair of white wings to go with it.
She did not wear her helmet at this time, so all were blessed with her gorgeous face.
Yet despite the beauty, she held the air of something more divine.
"I had asked that I be informed when we were approaching, Gangplank."
The angelic being, Kayle, held a small amount of dissatisfaction in her voice, but it was also quite apparent she did not expect much from the pirate.
"Ye do not make demands whilst on my ship, K'ale"
The angel simply gave a small sigh to herself and ignored him afterwords. She had been on this ship far longer than she had wanted to, and they had put her in the deepest part of the ship, with dirty water and everything. She was unaware her service to the League would be used as such, but if it must be.....
"We are here to discuss the possibility of an alliance between our land and your own." Kayle explained to the guards, who might've been fairly tired of GP's shit already. Hopefully this did not impeded anything. "We request an audience with your leader, if possible."
Kayle was of a race much above the trivial things like curiosity or jealousy. However, that did not mean she was above wondering how this would play out.
After all, these people seemed to have furthered their technological assets much more than even the City of Progress. This little boat would not stand against any of theirs, that was for sure.
If only Gangplank could keep his mouth shut.....
[League of Legends, Somewhere on the Island]
Jarvan and Twisted Fate both raised their respective weapons towards the sudden voice; Jarvan, his lance, and Twisted Fate, his cards. They would soon realize these actions to be a waste of effort, as the small being, whatever it was, reminded them of a familiar foe, Veigar, what with statements so absurd they couldn't take the yordle-ish being too seriously.
However, there was another presence that did seem a bit more intimidating, although it wasn't exactly easy to figure out its location.
Or was it?
Jarvan and Twisted Fate both simply nodded to each other, and Jarvan turned to address this person while Twisted Fate closed his glowing eyes and smirked, relaxing his arms into his sides and leaning against a tree. One of the many, considering they were in an island filled with the jungle.
"Threatening someone you intend negotiate with is unlikely to help with your cause, so I would suggest you lighten your tone." Jarvan replied calmly. "I am Jarvan IV, Prince of Demacia. If you have a diplomatic reason to be trespassing on our lands, then state your business now."