: > [{quoted}](name=ABladeInTheDark,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-21T11:48:25.569+0000) _Whilst Razz was experienced, this situation was certainly a new scenario. Shadow acolytes were no joke, but she'd seen how Zed can handle much worse than a pair of students in his own magical schooling. Kicking her bag aside, and removing her scouting jacket without an issue, she readied herself for combat. Her outfit was seemingly baggy pants, and nothing more than a singlet now. Unprotected, and armed with gun and blade, she was ready to fight!_ "Alright, hope yer boys ain't no pushover." _As if without warning, Razz moved as fast as she could towards the ninja with the short blades. If the ninja blinked, he'd never catch a glimpse of her before her blade swing cut through his leg. Razz was quick as she could be, trying to pull the blade back after the strike, ready to deflect any retaliation. She still held her gun within her off-hand, ready to use that on the other ninja when he let down his guard. The spearman would need to react quickly, as she moved with the blade in-hand, so too did the gun aim right at him._ _Whilst Razz was small, it was clear she did not have much in the way of guarding herself from heavier blows, and the attacks she made may very well not be enough to make these men flinch, let alone fall. If the attack missed, she'd likely be stuck on the defensive. An observation to be made would be the green highlights in her grey fur starting to glow, resembling markings of a kind, as if runes were glued to her very fuzz. Not that they were, but they looked damn-well close to runes._
> [{quoted}](name=Scout Razz,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=0001000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-03-02T19:03:43.557+0000) > The Shadow acolytes were not used nor were they taught to fight something like Razz. The fights between the Order and the vastaya were common those days, but this was another kind of magical creature entirely. Zed had forgotten how fighting a yordle actually was. Small, quick, although this one was not as quick as Kennen was. For a moment, he remembered one of those afternoons in the training yard, he and Shen trying to no avail to catch their small teacher. The memory brought a sour expression to his face, hidden under the mask, and he brushed it aside. This was no time for the past. Focusing on the fight he saw that, unsurprisingly, the yordle had a starting advantage against his warriors. Her first attack hit the mark, and the ninja found himself drawing his blades to the air as he received a slash to the leg one second after. No sound of protest came out from him as he turned around, seeking his opponent with a determination of iron. His blade found her blade, the yordle having read his intentions. The other acolyte did not remain still, and he drew his weapon, piercing the air in a straight line towards Razz. However, his attack did not reach hid target, as he quickly leaped to the side when the gun was pointed at him, deciding to stay on the defense. He twirled the polearm in an expert flourish, taking on a guarding stance afterwards, with the weapon held vertically in front of him. The other ninja took a couple of steps to the side, paying no mind to his bleeding leg. Both warriors sought to trap the yordle between them but leaving enough room for them to react in case they needed. They were cautious. They might have never fought a yordle before, but they would learn. That was what Zed always taught them: to read, to analyse, to adapt. No matter the tools or the methods required. The one with the polearm was the first to strike this time, pointing his weapon down so he had room to redirect it in case Razz decided to jump or leap to the side. His partner drew his blades and waited for the yordle's reaction, following her with his weapons soon after.
Ask Kayn (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=ABladeInTheDark,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=00040000,timestamp=2019-02-05T23:29:34.991+0000) > Zed's silence was more dangerous than his words. Kayn knew he couldn't underestimate his master's intuition. It was only a matter of time until his Master understood the veiled strategy, yet his only opportunity was to delay that realization with utmost respect and wit. Kayn mentally grinned even if his face dangerously calm and unreadable. "The best trial I can offer them, Master." Rhaast's eye opened, the red glow bathing the darkness, conquering it like an ominous promise. "The opportunity that haunts every acolyte's dreams." Kayn looked up, the soft voice malevolently devoid of emotion. "The opportunity to face me in combat". Duels between assassins were different, often resembling a dance of shadows. "I will honor your teachings by being generous, for they only need to land a single strike on me to succeed."
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=000400000000,timestamp=2019-02-10T09:09:31.991+0000) > The best trial, he said. If Kayn had left it at that, Zed wouldn't have thought any more about the matter. He trusted his pupil enough to believe that he would follow his teachings, that he would act efficiently and fairly when it came to instructing the other acolytes. The Master knew he had the spirit of a leader. But then, he proposed singular combat, just as the glow of the darkin weapon he carried –always with him, never parting ways with the despicable thing in a way that made even Zed uncomfortable – bathed the chamber, swallowing even the warmth of the lamps. It gave a much more ominous tone to Kayn's voice, and the Master of Shadows turned around to face him, eyes narrowed under the mask. For a long moment, he stood there, not moving, not saying anything, like a silent statue that observed the man bowing at his feet. Zed had no reason to not believe him; Kayn had done nothing but gather accomplishments and surpass his expectations... sometimes, even in unpleasant ways. The Master of Shadows had not forgotten Nakuri's bloodied sword the day it came back to his hands. Still, he swallowed that baseless mistrust –even though he had learned to never overlook what his instinct told him– and accepted his apprentice's decision, asking only one thing in return: "And what will yo do with those who do not succeed?"
: Dear Zed, Syndra is very attractive and beautiful woman but she is scary as hell. I ask questions about her and you how the your two relation are, later I ask her about some romance questions than she got mad and call me worm. I think she hates me now man, why do woman so hard to please Zed? -your biggest fan (( he’s long gone Zed, Kyan is gone
> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=0005,timestamp=2019-02-21T14:31:08.591+0000) > //I apologize for this man's behaviour, he is too edgy to understand what he is reading Zed frowned at the letter, each word like a spit of insult on his feet. Not only the familiarity it transpired was an offense to his status, but did the sender dare insinuate that there was some kind of affective relationship between him and the Dark Sovereign? If they went if front of him, the Master of Shadows would have beheaded them. Syndra was no more that a witch, a chaotic and selfish entity that destroyed as she pleased. She was no better than the noxians that plundered Ionia, a threat against all of them. Zed would take care of her in due time. He was sure they were meant to meet sooner or later. By now, he just tore the note and threw it to the flames of the brazer, forgetting those words as the fire consumed them.
: > [{quoted}](name=ABladeInTheDark,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=0001000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T22:38:42.586+0000) > ((Short post, but Happy New Year regardless! I'll come back and reply a much lengthier post when I've got more time! And know if you want these two guards to survive my little yordle here.~)) _"Prove you are worthy," the words echoed in Razz's head. Did he mean to kill these two guards? Well, that was easy enough. She quickly unzipped a pocket on the massive bag, hiding behind it for the time being. She seemed to dig deep, and a loud clanging and a solid CLUNK was heard from behind it. Something dropping out of the bag, at least it seemed._ "Gimme a sec. Need my weapon..." _Razz murmured, a series of rather quiet clicks happening following the initial clangs. Then, a mechanical clicking... and the sound of a blade sliding from the floor. A few more clunks, and surely enough, she had a large, straight sword... Large for her size, and the handle seemed to fit best in one hand. It stood nearly as tall as her... But with an adjustment to her glinting goggles resting upon her head, and now pulling them over her eyes, Razz put the sword down, and grabbed another device from the large bag: A rifle made from wood and black steel, no different to the sword's colors. The rifle had the basics, a trigger beneath the hammer, and behind that, a stock. No grip, and it's lengthy barrel sat nearly as long as the sword. It was clearly decorated with swirls of silver along it's otherwise brown wooden body, like swell in the ocean, or perhaps crashing waves along the beach... It was a unique looker, for sure. Razz truly does bring everything except the kitchen sink..._ _And within the few seconds this all took to occur, Razz had quickly prepared for combat! The dark green lenses of her goggles keeping her before seen bright eyes hidden, she stared at Zed for a moment._ "Alright. Hope ya guards ain't pushovers! But, just a question before I 'prove' how much I ain't a pushover..." _Razz put her weapons on top of her backpack, before raising a very valid question._ "How many pieces do you want your guards in?"
> [{quoted}](name=Scout Razz,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=00010000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-31T17:56:46.187+0000) >//nghgnghg I'm so sorry this took forever Zed watched with a mix of curiosity, expectation and weariness. The yordle didn't seem at all troubled with his request, drawing her weapon with a nonchalant air around her, as if she was about to perform a trifle task. All yordles he had met were the same. The tools he used thought, was strange. More mechanical tan magical at the Master of Shadow's eyes. Perhaps a manufacture from Piltover or Zaun? It certainly wasn't Ionian. He had never seen something quite it before. It might be that it was a yordle tool, in which case it would make it something very special. The weapon was followed by another, a large gun. The acolytes watched it with a disgruntled look. Fire weapons were not something they were used to fight against, even though Zed made sure to prepare his warriors to face all kind of situations. The Master of Shadows almost told her to choose only one weapon but for his own experience, a fighter showed his best results with the tools he was used to handle. Seeing as their Master said nothing, the ninja got ready for combat; one drawing a polearm, the other a pair of short blades. Long and close range. "You should not underestimate the shadow warriors, yordle", Zed warned, stepping aside to leave them space. Arms crossed over his chest, he was to be the judge and jury of that test. "Do as you please. Their fate is sealed in their performance". He had confidence in his acolytes to not get killed by that cheerful creature, but still his worlds sounded a bit threatening.
Ask Kayn (NA)
: Kayn was another shadow in the thick darkness of the temple. The Scythe clutched in hi hand had become a dreaded yet daily sight. All after the day when he had returned from the mission in Vindor. This time he had requested an audience with the Master of Shadows, it wasn't a summoning, this was his will. He entered the chamber, his gaze firm yet glowing with that malevolence so similar to Rhaast's. The audience chamber, that same austere hall adorned with a single statue and scrolls. Yet, the center had become the darkened stain on the wooden floor. The same one where Master Kusho had fallen years ago. Zed had made that one his lair. Perhaps as a punishment? Perhaps because his master still taught him from the shackles of death? Kayn stopped and respectfully bowed, the long tip of his braid caressing inches from the floor as he bent. "The acolytes of the higher echelon are ready for their test before your judgment, Master. The Shadows are strong in them, I have personally trained them."
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=0004,timestamp=2018-12-20T06:03:43.017+0000) > If there was someone else's authority that was strong enough to make the shadows open a path for them, that was, undoubtedly, Kayn. Like a chorus whispering his name, they announced the arrival of Zed's most brilliant student. Sometimes it was hard to swallow; how taming the shadows had cost him so much yet it was so easy for the acolyte, almost natural. It might even have made the Master of Shadows jealous, if he didn't know that this was the result of his teachings. Kayn addressed him with the respect he always displayed, but also with a certain shade of confidence only reserved for him. He was the second in command. He was the chosen. He was special and he knew it, and it showed in the way he treated Zed, but specially, in how he treated the other acolytes. Zed looked at him from an unusual spot almost hidden behind a column. From there, the stain in the wooden floor was practically unnoticeable under the shade. "Very well", he replied to Kayn's words, sounding pleased but also a bit distant. It was just a step in a bigger scheme, a square in a long planned schedule. The Master's gaze was lost once more at some point, far away, beyond that room. "What do you have planner for they trial?"
DoomRPG (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=ABladeInTheDark,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=00020000,timestamp=2018-12-09T23:29:06.512+0000) > > Had it been in another place, under other circumstances, maybe no one would have ever noticed the intruder. She would have sneaked into the temple and taken that which she was looking for, and its guardians would notice it too late to do something about it. > > But this was the Shadow Monastery, the lair of the Order of the Shadow. The evil magic permeated everything; the air, the plants, the buildings and the soil. The people. Expecting Zed not to notice when someone broke inside his lair was expecting too much. > > He wandered the enclosure of the temple, following the trail like a beast would follow the distant scent of a prey. It was strange for him that there was no evidence of it, yet he felt the presence as one would feel a leech latched on their skin. It took not long though, to figure out where the intruder was hiding. > > Zed stoped when he reached a small clearing not far away from the path that went up the mountain. He could hear the pines rustling in the silence, whispering their secrets against each other. He took a step to the side, scraping the ground with his boot. > > "I know you are here", he said, apparently to no one. "It is impressive that you have managed to get past the defenses; just for that, I will not kill you. Now show yourself". Tul'sha pondered if she should attempt a surprise attack from beneath. Then again the unknown voice had found her already. It may very well be expecting that... After about two seconds of internal decision making, she suddenly reached out of the ground as she reached for Zed's left shin. However it was all a feint; right before she managed to make her grab, she instead turned her hand and slammed it onto the ground. Then pulled herself out of the ground with all her strength. Bursting forth feet first at a surprising pace, then Tul'sha hoisted herself into the air giving her a slight moment of reprieve to rapidly scan the area. Upon landing she quickly shuffled, staring at Zed all the meanwhile, away pausing after a good twenty feet distance was established. Breathing lightly in spite of her exhaustive feat, caring to make it silent as showing weakness would likely spell trouble, Tul'sha spoke kneeling half respectively and half warily. "I have shown myself, I am Tul'Sha, and you are?" (I'm under the impression that Tul'Sha was under mostly dirt, with a layer of stone and maybe carpets, stuff a human at or slightly above peak physically should be able to at the least push away with effort. The idea being that while Tul'sha is physically exhausted from the strength feat since it's pushing her limits, she's pretending it was easy to not show weakness. If you think it's unbelievable I'll change it.)
> [{quoted}](name=DoomRPG,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=000200000000,timestamp=2018-12-10T01:54:29.566+0000) > //It's ok for me; you know your character and her capabilities. I assumed that Tul'Sha is carrying many of her weapons but that they are not entirely visible to her clothes. Tell me if I'm wrong. Zed didn't want to admit it, but he was surprised. Even knowing that there was an intruder, he did not expect that she would show herself so close, almost at the reach of his feet. He moved instinctively away from her, assuming a more aggressive stance out of habit. He feared an attack that never came, and as soon as she crawled out of the ground, she also made sure to put some distance between them. Zed took the time to scan her. A woman dressed in common Ionian garbs, with no blazon in sight. At first glance, she looked more like a traveller in Zed's eyes, seemingly carrying a large number of different objects and tools, than a spy. However, if she was someone ordinary, she wouldn't have tried to infiltrate the Monastery under the ground. She probably wouldn't have even thought or going near the Order of the Shadow's nest. Whoever she was, judging by her reaction, the stranger did not have any desire to fight him. Zed was intrigued more than angry for her actions and words. He scoffed and chuckled softly behind his mask when she asked his name. "Your ignorance speaks for itself", he said, almost amused. Almost everyone in that region knew about him; he had grown used to being someone easy to recognize. "I am Zed, the Master of Shadows. You must be impressibly reckless or insane to venture into my Shadow Monastery without even knowing that".
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Future of the Compendium - VOTING
: The shadows were an interesting place with one central paradox: they were both a place of safety and a place of danger. While one could hide in them, you never knew what else was there. Zed knew what lurked in the darkness better than most, but even he could be surprised. One night the darkness in the dilapidated kinkou temple was home to something unexpected: a pair of ethereal blue lights. It wasn't unusual for spirits to make their presence known in the area, but these steady wisps had a much more unearthly air about them. Anyone who gazed upon them had a sense that whatever these lights were, they were different, deadlier, and more peaceful than the spirits that usually journeyed through the area. The ghostly light made their way through the temple. Everything seemed to flee their presence. Even the shadows themselves tried to move away. However, a globe of pitch blackness surrounded the lights. Apart from them, the darkness obscured all view. Eventually, this unearthly procession made its way to the room where Zed usually awaited visitors. A low growl emanated from the darkness.
> [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=0003,timestamp=2018-12-05T22:07:02.665+0000) >//Sorry for the belated reply! Christmas holidays and all that. I made Zed address the Kindred with (what I think are) their ionian names. I might have gotten it completely wrong though, so if you know the right names, just let me know. Happy New Year! Zed was not unfamiliar with the presence of death. He had seen it, even from a very young age. A parents' death he had no memories of. He had seen it in Master Kusho's teachings about the Spirit. Maybe back then he would have accepted it easily, a natural conclusion of life that everyone had to face sooner or later. But then Khada Jhin came. The Noxians came. The Shadow came. And Zed stopped being a simple witness of death to start delivering it with his own hands. He was no stranger to death. He reeked of it, that whole temple did. Nothing grew where the Shadows touched, corrupting the body, the mind and the spirit, feasting on it all. That dark magic was so hungry, that might threaten to swallow Death itself. Yet shadows were also a domain of the Kindred, and they had walked them longer than any other. When Zed opened his eyes, alone in the audition chamber, it seemed that the air had grown colder. The lamps were not lit, and yet a faint glow seemed to taint everything with a pale shade of blue, scaring and subduing the shadows. But it was only when he heard the growl at his back, that he understood who was paying him a visit. "Ina. Ani". He said the names he had heard since he were little, mentioned in the fables and tales they used to tell the children. In time, he had learned they were not merely simple legends. He had seen them with his own eyes. "Have the Kindred finally decided to come and claim my life?" Something the Master of Shadows was not so easily prone to give.
: > [{quoted}](name=ABladeInTheDark,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=00010000,timestamp=2018-11-27T23:47:47.857+0000) > ((Woohoo! And no, Razz does not wear a disguise. I've avoided doing that as a general thing because I find it more interesting that yordles can show themselves at all times, and choose not to use Glamour. ~~Also I'm kind of biased in the case of the new lore.~~)) _Razz was starting to grow bored, dropping her bag as she awaited the arrival of the shadow master. She leaned up against it, the dense and heavy weight keeping her held up as if it was as solid as the beams which held the temple together. Finally, watching Zed arrive in his most common armor, she knew she'd found the man of mysterious power._ _Razz took a moment to clear her throat, and sip down some water from her canteen. Only now, would Zed see the yordle in all her fuzziness. She was cute, not likely something Zed would be a fan of... nor expect to hear:_ "Hello! I want to learn more about shadow magic! I hear this'z the right place!" _Spring from the yordle's mouth. She saluted Zed, standing straight and in line with her backpack. She tucked the canteen back onto her belt, and continued._ "I've heard the rumors, and seen ya fight. You use shadows pretty well, but I've been meanin' to come see ya and ask about 'em." _Razz made sure to keep her explanation short, and not say too much that could likely anger the rather... brutal leader of these acolytes. She knew for a fact, anything too over the top, or too convoluted could irritate the shadow master. She did indeed, show a willing stance and a fearless pride towards him, confidence was the best display she'd be able to manage._ _Her scouting uniform was fit well to her, neat and tidy as compared to her short hair, which was messy and untied. She carried everything with her that she needed on her belt. A knife, her side-arm, her canteen and her map. As well as a box of what looked like ammunition for her sidearm. All it'd look like to the assassin, was a simple one-handed firearm. A flintlock pistol, like the pirates use from bilgewater, mayhaps?_ _She remained calm, steady. She was ready for whatever came next, from the shadow master._
> [{quoted}](name=Scout Razz,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=000100000000,timestamp=2018-11-28T10:08:50.750+0000) >//Got it. Show what you've got, fuzzy friend. A yordle. Of all the visitors they could have had, Zed never expected one of the small kind. He knew yordles had a deeper connection with magic that only vastaya could match, and most of them would have run away from that corrupted place. Not this one, it seemed. She looked confident in her attitude and words, apparently unfazed by the Master of Shadows' infamous presence. The guards remained at their posts, but they shared a disconcerted look when Razz confessed so bluntly her desire to learn shadow magic. Zed's gaze narrowed behind his mask. "You go straight to the point". He said, with a rather approving tone. He liked her honesty, as he had grown used to boring formalities and sweetened lies. It was refreshing once in a while. "However, it is bold of you to assume that I teach my techniques to the first one who ask". That was not how things worked. It was the Order who chose the acolytes, not the other way around. There were requirements, traits that the Master of Shadows sought in the warriors he wished to train. And he wouldn't waste time in discovering if this little yordle had them in her or not. "You want to learn the secret Shadow form. Prove that you are worthy of it". He made a gesture with his head, and with that silent command, the two guards pointed their polearms to her in unison. No matter that she was a yordle or not; as long as she had the drive and the combat capabilities, Zed would consider her as a valid candidate. If not, she would end up in the same place where they sent all the unwanted visitors, feeding the Shadows where the sun never shone.
DoomRPG (NA)
: [Tul'Sha](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cKKE98XTk-zTlkO_Ox8ZEZXQANBzEapSONzMTOgs8cU/edit), wearing her standard garb for Ionia was not liking the current web of fate. It was stressful dealing with an order of assassins, but she had a mission to find THAT artifact. The evidence trail lead to the Order of Shadows, and it was time to pay a visit to their leader. Quietly sneaking throughout the monastery by hiding underneath the ground taking peeks when it seemed safe. The good news was that she wasn't going in circles. The bad news is that she was lost. (Seem good?)
> [{quoted}](name=DoomRPG,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=0002,timestamp=2018-11-25T01:39:27.902+0000) >//It's good! Had it been in another place, under other circumstances, maybe no one would have ever noticed the intruder. She would have sneaked into the temple and taken that which she was looking for, and its guardians would notice it too late to do something about it. But this was the Shadow Monastery, the lair of the Order of the Shadow. The evil magic permeated everything; the air, the plants, the buildings and the soil. The people. Expecting Zed not to notice when someone broke inside his lair was expecting too much. He wandered the enclosure of the temple, following the trail like a beast would follow the distant scent of a prey. It was strange for him that there was no evidence of it, yet he felt the presence as one would feel a leech latched on their skin. It took not long though, to figure out where the intruder was hiding. Zed stoped when he reached a small clearing not far away from the path that went up the mountain. He could hear the pines rustling in the silence, whispering their secrets against each other. He took a step to the side, scraping the ground with his boot. "I know you are here", he said, apparently to no one. "It is impressive that you have managed to get past the defenses; just for that, I will not kill you. Now show yourself".
: _Razz, confidently striding down the streets of Ionia was clearly looking for someone._ "Hey, you!"_She called out to a person on the street. They'd barely be able to see her past all her packs and bags, stacked up neatly so she could carry as much as possible._ "Any idea where a lil' ol' yordle like myself can find the shadow assassin?" _More than likely, the person pointed her in the direction of the old Kinkou temple... She was uncertain that he'd even be there, but she had to try._ _Razz was a young yordle, small even for a creature like herself, barely able to stand over 50 cm tall... And she was carrying bags almost twice her size. They clunked and clanged as they bounced with each step she took, clearly they were quite full of items..._ "Well, if the Kinkou is where I gotta go, I'll go!" _The child happily cheered, walking down the winding paths she'd need to take to reach Zed in his 'castle.' She giggled at the thought, she knew well enough about the rumors, had seen him in action herself... Not a lot, but that's what was drawing her to him. She needed to know for certain this guy was a master of 'shadow.'_ _And, eventually, she did get to the temple. She stood before it's wooden gates, seeing it guarded most plenty by the guards. Not the ruined ones, the actual gates._ "Yes, hello! I'm here to see the scary red dude, is he in today?" _She nagged one of the guards, tugging at his shinguard._ "And is he taking visitors?" _To the guards, something was most certainly off about Razz. She seemed... Unusual, to say the least. Filled with positive energy, exerting it to whomever she touched, or conversed with. It was different person to person, the feeling. If you enjoyed slaughter and bloodshed, you'd feel as if you just made a satisfying kill, and were feeling the aftermath of adrenaline rush through you like a warm shower does over your skin. If you were a friendly person, and conversation with friendly faces was your most desired wish, you'd feel as if she was the friendliest face you've ever seen, kindest soul to trade a word with... The list may go on, but the point was clear. She made you feel better, just from the sheer sight and sound of Razz speaking from her parted fuzzy lips._ _How on earth would the Master of Shadow respond? Who knows._ > ((Hope I'm not interrupting anything!))
> [{quoted}](name=Scout Razz,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=0001,timestamp=2018-11-17T05:09:30.318+0000) >//Not at all! Thank you for coming by! I don't know if Razz shows herself as a yordle or is she under so kind of disguise, so I didn't address it for the moment! Zed knew about the intrusion even before one of his acolytes went to look for him in his chambers. The shadows were constantly whispering to him, slithering around with their invisible eyes and ears extending all around the Monastery's lands. Nothing entered, nothing quit; nothing happened in his domain without him noticing. The Master heard them, listened to them with eyes closed; his meditation usually drove him to the limits of the Shadow Realm, letting its irrational impulses carry him like a leaf floating over a flowing stream. But this time he kept his mind closer, the intrusion nagging at his thoughts. His gaze wandered to the wide balcony on his room. Was it friend? Or was it foe? All Zed could perceive was a bright presence of ever changing nature, hard to define. It intrigued him, enough to get up and put his mask on and slowly, silent like a ghost in red, made his way to the main pagoda. The messenger found him descending the stairs down the building, informing Zed of the strange guest asking for an audience with him. There had been no attacks and the visitor seemed amicable enough, but there was some sort of confusion in the woman's voice as she narrated her encounter with the stranger. "I can barely explain it, Master", she said. There was a concerned expression under her half covered features, and a slight blush born from the shame of confusion. "She has this aura. She makes you feel... she is exactly want you want her to be". She struggled with her explanation, and Zed narrowed his gaze behind the mask. She was dismissed, bowing apologetically in a rush as he continued to descend. He found her near the entrance of the temples, pestering two guards that despite their stoic and disciplined demeanour, didn't seem to quite know what to do with him. "You who came to my lands, speak". The acolytes made him way as he approached, staying behind and at each side of the Master of Shadows like guarding statues. "What matters brought you to the Temple of Shadows?" Hospitality would be given depending on her answer... or perhaps the cold kiss of steel.
: ((https://news-a.akamaihd.net/public/images/wallpapers/champions/promo/jhin-promo-zed-wallpaper-1920x1080.jpg I have been planning your final performance for a very long time.))
> [{quoted}](name=4 Step Cadence,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=0000,timestamp=2018-11-13T00:53:03.785+0000) > > ((https://news-a.akamaihd.net/public/images/wallpapers/champions/promo/jhin-promo-zed-wallpaper-1920x1080.jpg > I have been planning your final performance for a very long time.)) ((And I've been dreaming of cutting your head for too long. Welcome, welcome! Now I think we have a hunt to plan)).
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Kameil (NA)
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Hello! Id like to claim Zed, if possible. I'll open the thread shortly! EDIT: done https://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/roleplaying/gPZeIElu-the-temple-of-shadows-ask-zed


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