: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000013,timestamp=2019-09-15T16:10:33.928+0000) > > *Cervios would slowly slip out of this dream-state, not understanding why nobody ever told them about the Wolf and the Lamb, gasping for data until it flooded in from the OCA sensors.* > *Out from the dream and into reality.* ((Feel free to drop by any time. It's always a pleasure to have you!))
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000011,timestamp=2019-09-14T04:18:11.183+0000) > > "So many questions," Wolf complained. "And as much time as he is given," Lamb finished. "How many of us are there, Wolf?" "Why are you asking questions?" "We're answering them." Wolf sighed impatiently. He glared at Meitzen and then glared at Lamb. His mind was focused on what it was the Kindred were supposed to do, at least as he saw it. As intelligent as he was, he was the maw of oblivion. They were a force of nature personified. Why would they have to answer to anyone? "You don't need to know the answers to any of those questions," Lamb told the yordle, "But one. And the answer is one you have been able to see since the first moment you met us." She shrugged, lifting her bow. "I suppose you could wrangle with definitions, but I am what I am. We are what we are. Such is life." "Ours to end."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0022000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000f,timestamp=2019-09-12T19:55:39.483+0000) > > "Of course you don't," Lamb answered. "Because life is fragile," Wolf growled. Kindred would flicker in and out of Cervios' vision as she blinked. The spirits were only visible when she closed her eyes. The masks, the contrasting white and black, the haunting eyes would forever be etched into her memory. "The fragile thing is hurt," Wolf observed. "What a boring chase she would make. Why chase prey that can't run?" "Because you love the hunt." "There isn't much to hunt here right now." "She isn't dead yet." "She's barely alive." "Her ticking heart barely beats." Kindred paused for another moment as Cervios continued to struggle. Her mechanical form was in agony. It was her body, right? Why would it be so painful? Lamb sighed, "She knows so much for someone who isn't ready to know anything."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0022000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000c,timestamp=2019-09-03T04:11:32.331+0000) > > (( Kindred "dies" when life doesn't exist anymore. Lamb waxes predictably poetic when they die in game, hinting that they can't actually die they way we think of death. Sorry I missed this one, too. )) "We only know of fear," Lamb answered. "It makes the chase more fun," Wolf added. "But we only feel it from mortals," Lamb detailed. "We have no need of estimation. We know. We are. We walk along the weave of fate and see the strands of destiny as it unfolds. What will become of us?" Wolf answered separately: "Everything is ours to take. Every life. Every mortal. We hunt them all." Lamb asked, "What could destiny possibly have planned for us but each other?" "When all life ends, would you run from me?" Wolf asked. "I would never run from you."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0022000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000b,timestamp=2019-09-03T00:15:45.173+0000) > >((Terribly sorry I missed this. I thought I made a reply, but I guess I'm so busy I forgot.)) "So much communication is nonverbal," Lamb answered. "You will learn that people speak as much through their countenance as they do their lips. Inflection and tone, manner, and gesture all betray a person's intent. Self control is required to disguise such intent, or simply not speaking directly." "What do we need to know people's intent for?" Wolf asked. "It doesn't matter. We hunt them anyway." "We already know what is in a person's heart," Lamb continued. "You know that we are present from the first breath to the last. Always there, but rarely noticed. But no one needs to know us until it's time. And when it's time..." "So many start running," Wolf finished. "That weight you feel is nothing compared to weight you will feel as you learn to live. The heaviest part of anyone is what is inside." "Light people are swift, more fun to chase." "What do we know of bodies?" "Only that they're easy to break."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000009,timestamp=2019-09-02T16:38:36.957+0000) > > A feeling of sadness would overwhelm Cervios as she spoke to whoever it was that was there with her. It didn't seem to be coming from within her, but from whatever it was that was going on outside. "What life is this?" the gentle voice asked. "How does it feel to have been born with so much more than you need to know? How does it feel to have been given the gift of a soul, but no useful body to go with it?" "Lamb," the deep voice interjected, "this ones does nothing but talk. It's boring." The soft voice sighed. "And we take so many that can't even do that. You know how many mark we have claimed before they're even fully aware of the world. So many, so young. Such as it is with this one."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000006,timestamp=2019-09-01T02:58:31.820+0000) > > Lamb looked at Meitzen and then back at Wolf. Wolf simply continued to stare at Lamb. Given how long they simply looked at each other in response to Meitzen's question, the yordle would have to wonder if he asked a question that even had an answer. Wolf eventually broke the silence. "Your heart beats," he said to Lamb. "As does yours," she replied. "Does that mean we live?" "They think it does." "What does it mean to you?" "It makes no difference to me whether or not we have hearts." "What if I ripped yours out?" "You know I would simply give it to you." "Would you still be alive?" "That is what Meitzen wants to know." "Do we live?" "They don't know." "Do we know?" "That feeling you get when you hunt, or when you listen to a story or a song, how does that feel?" "Happy." "And that feeling when it isn't time to hunt, or fate preserves a mark, or when a song ends?" "Sad." "What does loneliness feel like?" "A long hunt with no kill." "Aren't these all mortal feelings?" "Yes, but the only feeling they have that I care about is fear." "They flee and feel fear. They stand firm and feel peace. Such is their extirpation." "What about us?" "Such a feeling is unknown to us."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000005,timestamp=2019-08-31T20:45:50.522+0000) > >(( Lulu isn't really that trippy. She's just high as a kite. Don't eat the purple. )) A feminine voice came from behind Cervios. "What do you think you are looking at?" she asked, "Perhaps you should take a look around. Do you really think that we do not know what we are?" "You fear is invigorating," a deep voice growled, dispelling whatever it was Cervios was thinking of. The spindly figures evaporated. Whatever spoke was more alive than anything Cervios has seen so far. "Of course you don't see color. You haven't even opened your eyes. You might understand more if you got outside your own head and actually tried to live. If you don't, you would have been born dead," the softer voice mused. "Or you could just lets us take you now." "Dear Wolf, you know that it doesn't matter whether or not they flee or stand firm." "This one won't live until she starts running." "As it is with many."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-31T04:11:02.406+0000) > >(( Kindred are probably the naturally trippiest champ "He asks what we are!" a deep voice laughed from the darkness. The voice belonged to a shadow that was blacker than even the darkness the new consciousness had been born into. "This one just born has had knowledge before he had life," the white shadow. "He's quick. He will make a good hunt. So many are too easy. See how quickly he knew." "This is the waking." "How long will he live?" "We both already know."
: ((Ohh... i see, i didnt knew that some persons moved to discord)) _"W-well, of course that im shocked by all of this, b-but... It's strange to imagine being followed the time..."_ -The yordle said awkwardly, since Lamb and Wolf were always together- _"... i mean, you said that both of you are always present... so..."_ -For some weird reason, the green spirit was concerned about his privacy... a very mundane concern in comparison with the posibility of dying. _"Yordles usually like company of others, however, sometimes its good to have some privacy..."_ -The yordle mentioned as he remembered some embarassing things that he has done while being alone-_ "... oh for the mothership, now i feel dumb..."_ -He said laughing a bit nervous- _"A-at least i wont be alone in the caves when no one else is arround... even if that also mean that i can die there..." _ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-08-30T21:26:33.008+0000) >what bluegolisano said ((Blitzcrank its a thing, and i think that Viktor created him without using Brakern shards, so, i think it is possible to do such thing even if it seems to be quite complex. Personally, i dont think that Kindred would have problems with it as long as it dies like any other thing, eventually))
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0022000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-31T02:35:36.851+0000) > (( A lot of the OOC stuff happens on discord now, too. I personally don't like it as an RPing platform. Doing someone like Kindred, or even just using my usual level of detail, is much harder there. Messages get buried quickly and the word limit is very real. )) "Do we follow anyone?" Lamb asked Wolf. "We chase and hunt," he answered. "Does it matter to them that we are?" Lamb asked again. "Everything is ours to take," Wolf replied before getting up and floating around Mietzen. "Does anyone know everything we have seen?" Lamb queried. "They only see us if we want them to. They only hear us if we allow it," Wolf affirmed, floating next to the yordle, facing Lamb. "Where are we?" "Everywhere." "Are we alone?" "Never." Lamb paused for a minute that felt like an eternity. Mietzen felt like he was spacing out. Maybe Kindred themselves had spaced out? Was that even possible? The world was still, and there the Kindred were, just staring into each other's eyes. What were they thinking? Did they think as one being? How were they connected? Meitzen could move and look around. Everywhere he looked, though, there was the mark of the Eternal Hunters. What was their intent? What was going to happen? Lamb broke the silence. "Many never live until they die." "The hunt is the only life they know," Wolf continued. "They have just one instant, even if their heart had beat for years and their lungs tasted the freshest air." "Our hunt is all they chose to live for." "The only true death is to never live."
: _"I guess... that is kinda easy to forget how dangerous Runeterra is when when you spend most of your time in Bandle City. Yeah, yordles are supposed to die like the rest of creatures... but is not something very... common... i think?"_ -The yordle asked while scratching his head, thinking about the words of Wolf... Do the yordles delay death? Or the long lives of the yordles are considered something natural? _"Stories... Stories about death and yordles..."_ -He mumbled as he remembered some of those stories- _"... There is one of those stories that someone told me years ago..." _-And by years, the yordle meant centuries, in the times where Zaun was known as the Shuriman Port of Oshra Va'Zaun- _ "The tale of the sad mummy"_ -He said looking at Lamb, he wasnt sure if it was the tale of a yordle, but some versions of that story say that Amumu was yordle-_ "Its scary"_ -But not because of death, the trully scary part of the tale was being alone in the world, at least that was what most of the yordles consider scary. _"But im getting off the rails..."_ -The miner said as he moved his head like trying to concentrate-_ "... You guys are trying to tell me that destiny always arrives... and you are part of it"_ -And by "you" he was talking about death itself. It was the fate of the man on the floor to die that day, that idea tranquilized him a bit, even if yordles were also included in the weaves of fate, even the green ones. ((Sorry for mentioning https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AvWV6Mk374 Amumu when no one RPs as him and his lore is kinda vague, but its hard to avoid mentioning his legend when Mietzen is a yordle who lived in Shurima and is literally talking with death))
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-30T02:56:08.363+0000) > > (( Don't worry about bringing Amumu or any other champ up. Kindred knows everyone from the moment they're born. I think they even know when individuals are going to die in the future, but they do know the lives (and unlives) of everyone up to the present moment for sure. As far as people not RPing various champs... yeah, there aren't as many of us champ RPers as there used to be. There is maybe a dozen or so of us active at the moment. The forum went through a rough patch recently and it's still recovering and a ton of activity moved over to discord. )) "You know well that yordles are long lived, more spirit than flesh," Lamb affirmed, "but it is also known that yordles are as mortal as any human or vastayan. How common is it?" Wolf grinned, his toothy smile stretching from ear to ear. It was all to easy to imagine him chomping down and claiming another kill then and there. "More than you think," he answered. "How many yordles are there?" Lamb asked rhetorically. "How many yordle children?" Wolf simply continued to gaze at Mietzen. His gaze added a supernatural pressure to the words Lamb was speaking. It was the fate of the man on the floor to die. Such was the fate of everything that lived. "How many yordle mummies? How long, do you think, until we take him?" she probed. Lamb walked over to Wolf and placed her hand on his head and pet his ears. Wolf was clearly happy with this, but he honestly seemed easy to please. Or maybe it was just Lamb. "Is realizing how close we are to all difficult for you? Are you in shock?" Lamb asked. "He's afraid..."
: For a brief moment, the Yordle chuckled when Lamb teased her partner, with the energy that the lupine spirit had it was hard to imagine him being tired, and as Wolf sat on the floor, Mietzen did the same in order to listen the story with attention. The eternal hunters behaved like persons, not animals moved by pure instinct or monsters motivated by malice... Sure, the job that they do in necesarry, but it was good to know that even Kindred had feelings. _"I feel like i could hear her stories forever..."_ -The yordle answered to Wolf sincerely, for yordles the concept of time was different than most of the mortals after all- _"... But i dont think that im allowed to do that... and there are holes to dig and caves that i have to find in the physical world"_ -He said animatedly as he turned his attention back to Lamb. _"I must admit that I do have other doubts... Like what happens after living... but that is topic for another day"_ -The green spirit joked nervously, refering to the day of his death, as he was thinking about the dead human- _"... But... uhhh... there are things that you guys dont like? Like... i dont know... killing someone in a very specific way or something?"_ -Well, they werent mad about the shovel "incident", at that was good... But more than a question for his own safetly, he was curious at what kind of "living" the twin spirits had.
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=002200000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-28T07:08:57.001+0000) > > It seemed that Lamb's joke flew past Meitzen's head faster than an arrow. "There are stories that are only supposed to be shared between me and Wolf," Lamb said sternly. "There are things that people aren't supposed to know until they're supposed to know them. Maybe then you may learn some of those stories. You may even get to hear us spin them." "Lamb's stories are the best," Wolf agreed. "I like her stories and her singing. She makes words prettier than anyone else." "I see the thoughts you are thinking, Meitzen. We want you to know something. Something we think that more yordles need to understand. We are real," Lamb continued. "What we do isn't a job. Everything we do happens according to fate. Mortals and even most spirits are all threads on a loom, woven into an ever expanding tapestry. We do not act in the way you think we do. Humans have a better idea of us in that sense, as their lives are much shorter and more fragile. They know that death is, that we happen, that we merely are. But when was the last time a yordle met us? All you know are stories." Wolf answered Meitzen's question. "I don't like too many words. We don't like people taking what is ours. The hunt is ours. Do not delay it. Do not shorten it. All things are ours to take." Lamb finished: "The weft and weave of fate guides. What is ours is ours; what happens, happens; what is, is."
: The yordle heard the words of Kindred with attention as he tried to digest the information given by Lamb and Wolf, while he remembered the death of the human on the floor. People die, that was a fact as real as the twin spirits that were infront of the yordle. _"... sound like you guys have a hard job to do..."_ -He quietly commented, almost like he was talking to another yordle instead of Death incarnate, trying to imagine the infinite scenarios that Kindred had to see all the time, being present in the last moments of every single being of Runeterra without even being noticed... Maybe that last part was the scariest of all, Yordles were social beings, and most of them fear lonliness. Doing something like that alone sounded brutal, but Lamb and Wolf had each other... Maybe, in that regard, the Kindred Spirits and the Yordles were no so different. And hey! Wolf seemed to enjoy his "job" and that was good as well. _"... S-so"_ -The yordle finally asked after a brief moment of silence-_ "... The human will be... o-okay?"_ -Mietzen asked while pointing at the corpse of the chem-thug- _"I-I mean... He wont came back as some kind of specter looking for revenge.... R-Right?" _ Maybe that was either a dumb, or a disrespectful thing to ask. But considering that all the legends of undead creatures in Runeterra, it wasnt a far fetched question and the green spirit was genuinely worried about that posibility.
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0022000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-27T05:44:12.083+0000) > > "The specters you have to worry about the most are the ones you make yourself," Lamb answered honestly. Wolf replied to Mietzen's other comment: "Chasing would be even more fun if it was harder. Mortals tire so easy." "So do you, Wolf," Lamb teased, eerily playful. Death had no real consequences for Kindred. After all, they were the reapers. It seemed that Lamb understood the gravity of their purpose, but her demeanor left so many questions hanging in the air. "No I don't," Wolf retorted quickly. His cunning didn't always help him understand the meaning behind Lamb's words. Still, he understood her heart. Or was it their heart? Lamb continued speaking, this time to Mietzen again. "We simply are," she explained. "Life is. We are. Perhaps I should tell you one of Wolf's favorite stories..." Wolf sat and stared in anticipation at Lamb. One could almost imagine him wagging his tail. He already knew the story, but he loved hearing it every time. He normally didn't care much for words, but these words were special. "There was once a pale man with dark hair who was very lonely..." Lamb began. "Why was he lonely?" Wolf asked. "Because all things must meet this man, but they all ran from him," she answered. "Did he chase them?" "He took an axe," she said, pausing for emphasis, "and he split himself in two. Right. Down. The middle." "So he would always have a friend?" "So he would always have a friend." Lamb fixed her eyes on the yordle. "What do you think?" she asked. "Do you know the answers to your questions? We sense the doubts swirling around inside of you. We know the question you meant to ask." "Is Lamb talking too much for you?"
: At first, the yordle got surprised that the twin spirits knew his name, but when Lamb told him that the Gunners were not going to hear them, the small spirit sighed with relief... But wait, Mietzen was hearing the 2 spirits without problem, Why wouldn't the Gunners? The yordle thought for himself before hearing the presentation of the ethereal beings, with his eyes wide opened. _"... Wolf... Lamb... lamb... wolf..."_ -He muttered with calm for a moment while thinking, at first he did not recognize those names until the sudden realization of who they were came to his mind- _"... WAIT!"_ -The miner said while going back a few steps. _"... Y-You guys are ~Lamb~ and ~Wolf~?" _-The green yordle asked almost in disbelief while looking at the spectral bodies of the 2 spirits, to be sure that they looked like what the myths say- _"... I thought that Kindred were not-"_ Realizing what he was about to say, Mietzen preferred to keep his mouth shut... Yes, Kindred were real. After a brief pause in order try to calm himself and understand the situation, the small creature finally asked- _"... D-Does that mean that im dead?" _ ((Since Kindred has many names across Runeterra, I used "~Lamb~" and "~Wolf~" to represent the names that they have in Bandle City))
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=00220000000000000000,timestamp=2019-08-26T17:52:49.295+0000) > > ((No need to address Kindred by their Bandle City names. They are Lamb to Wolf and Wolf to Lamb, and now Mietzen knows that.)) "We have many names across the universe. To all we are the Kindred. We are the Eternal Hunters," Lamb confirmed. It was obvious she was the talkative one. "We are not dreams. We are the waking." "We know what you think," Wolf added. "We know what is in your heart," Lamb continued, "To many, we are the most real thing in all existence. And we are the most real thing in your world right now. This is the moment of finality." The black spirit barked happily, "We take our mark!" "Mietzen," the white spirit explained seriously, "you killed someone. You are alive. And now you stand in reality. This is how things are. People die. Everything is as was you have seen and done, and everything is so much more than that. You see us here because in your regret and confusion you have found a moment of perfect clarity. We are normally only seen if we want to be. But we are always present. Many search for us but never find us until the moment of their final breath. Many people only have one such meeting with eternity, but here you are. Here you are, coming to grips with death."
: The concerns of Mietzen, caused by the consequences that what he just did could bring him in the future, were forgotten as soon as the yordle realized that a ethereal figure of the Wolf began to manifest itself in the place. He fell on the floor shocked and tired after the chase, looking at the strange mask of the canine.That wolf was the infamous Wrath of Zaun? No, the masked creature was something completely different, it was clearly some kind of spirit, but definitely not a spirit from Bandle City. Before saying a word, the yordle heard the voice of female spirit and quickly turned around to see her. A strange spirit with more fur than any female yordle that he has ever meet, a creature who was obviously taller than him and it seemed to be connected to the other masked spirit. _"A-A-Are you guys D-Demons?"_ - The yordle finally asked with confusion and fear as he noticed that they were in the Spirit World. _"I-I swear that this was an accident..."_ -Miez tried to explain to the spirits as he stood up, without noticing that they were not even putting their attention on him- _"... P-Please don't tell the Bandle Gunners or they are going to kill me... or even worse... expel me from the city!" _
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=002200000000,timestamp=2019-08-26T01:40:24.380+0000) > > Meitzen's questions and pleading earned him the attention of the truly otherwordly beings. Wolf looked down at the terrified yordle and spoke to Lamb: "Look, Lamb. This one is afraid. Shall I take him too?" "Your chase would be pitifully short. Would you even have fun?" she replied. It was easy to see why that her pure white coat seemed to be covered in so many ashes. Though Lamb appeared gentle, her demeanor had its own special cruelty. Did she offer hope or finality? "He asked us a question," Wolf continued, truly acknowledging Mietzen. "Shall I answer?" "He already knows the answer," Lamb replied before replying to Mietzen himself. "Don't worry, Mietzen," she whispered, "it was his time. Don't worry, Mietzen. Even if we told the Bandle Gunners, they wouldn't be able to hear us." "Be afraid, Mietzen," Wolf growled, turning Lamb's monologue into a dialogue, their voices running together like streams joining into a river, "I always win my chases." "My arrows never miss their mark," Lamb added. "What are we?" Wolf asked, relishing in the fear of mortals as well as the joy of a successfully completed hunt. "We are Wolf to Lamb." "And Lamb to Wolf." Did these two always answer questions in such roundabout ways?
: ((Maybe, making my first post in this board (after years) in the thread of the embodiment of death is not a wise choice, but i had some questions to do: How does Kindred interact with creatures that are some kind of spirits that are alive (as the yordles)? How do they react when a person kills another one by accident or self defence for first time (they even care?)? And... Zaun has a “wolf” that kills people... so i thought that it would be interesting to see Wolf in Zaun PS: English is not my native language https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xt9W7CflXgGq2CxVg1aHYw1yyCuuBw8BcvdX9jBSE0c/edit?usp=sharing Link to the info of the Yordle OC. Hanover, The Chem-Thug is just a random npc who will die/died)) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- **Somewhere in the deepest caverns of Zaun...** Hanover was a Chem-Thug hired to find a yordle for a crazy Chembaron who was sure that Yordles knew the secret of teletransportation between the spirit realm and the physical world. The thug did not even believed that those things were real, but he needed the money to treat an illness caused by the chemwastes of Zaun. At first, his attempts of finding those elusive creatures were full of failures, until one day he managed to break the Glamour of one of them who was hiding in the caverns of Zaun... and the chase through the tunnels of Zaun began. The yordle was scared and it was running fast through the caverns, but the Chem-Thug knew that he was going to catch it. The place was dark and the green furred spirit knew those tunnels better than any normal human, regardless of all of that, Hanover was not going to give up easily. He chased the creature during hours until they both arrived to a weird forest inside a cave. When the thug entered to his secret bandlewood, Miez panicked, he had to stop the madman or something bad was going to happen to the woods or Bandle City. He grabbed his Chemtech Shovel and got prepared for a fight. _“You want to face me with a shovel? Just surrender now and this will be easier for both of us”_ - Said the man before grabbing the yordle with his hextech arm. He thought that it was going to be an easy win... But the yordle proved him wrong. Mietzen freed himself with a swift stab to the chest of the human using a weid shovel. The attack was not very effective, but what it came afterwards was something that the yordle miner did not expected... The Chemtech Shovel used to drain the chemicals waste of Zaun began to quickly drain the liquids inside the human... taking away the life out of the Chem-Thug. Hanover did not wanted to die, not in the hands of a “Gutter Rat” like that one. His eyes looked at the yordle filled with rage as he desperately tried to stop the strange shovel, but it was too late for him. The human was dying. Mietzen looked with horror to what his tool was doing in that moment. He did not wanted to commit a murder, it was the first time that he actually experienced the death of someone, and it was his fault. Sure, the man was a danger to the bandleforest and the green yordle himself, but the feeling of guilt was a terrible sensation.
> [{quoted}](name=TwoWeirdYordles,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0022,timestamp=2019-08-25T20:59:06.949+0000) > >(( No need to worry. Death welcomes everyone. )) To all appearances a thug was chasing a yordle through the sewers of Zaun and finally into some kind of fairy forest deep beneath the ground. The most aware, however, would notice something very different. The hunt was on. Twin spirits, black and white, stalked their prey. "This one is yours," the soft voice of Lamb promised to her companion. "I shall chase it until it's DEAD!" Wolf bellowed, perhaps even loud enough for the unaware to notice his howl. Regardless if anyone heard his savage voice or not, the environment for miles around would darken. Animals and people would be filled with dread. The Hunter's Mark had been placed, and it would not be lifted until it had been claimed. Mietzen plunged his shovel into the body of the thug. That is what it looked like to the outside observer. An autopsy would show that blood loss due to the stabbing as the cause of death. Mietzen would see something very different unfold. To his eyes, the shovel would transform into a black spirit wearing a white mask, whose jaws locked themselves around the thug. Indeterminate in form, the spirit consumed the life of the thug. What could the poor yordle do? A moment would go by, and the spirit took a more solid form as a wolf whose coat was deeper than the void. Ghostly blue eyes shone behind a white mask whose droopy ears recalled a sheep. "That was a fun chase," he growled, not speaking directly to Mietzen. "Well hunted, dear Wolf," an ethereal voice replied. Should Mietzen turn around, he would see the speaker. She wore a black mask that looked very much like the lupine spirit in front of the yordle and she stood upon two legs. The whiteness of her wool was offset by ashy darkness. Lamb payed no heed to Mietzen, her eyes were fixated on Wolf. Time stood still. Yordles were familiar with the spirit world, but Mietzen had never experienced anything like this. He was in Kindred's domain. Did time pass for the Eternal Hunters? Many people had lived their entire lives in this one moment, and there the three of them stood over the body of a dead man.
: If It Draws Breath... It Meets Us... (Ask Kindred)
Wolf was on the hunt, eager as ever to chase and claim what was rightfully his. He prowled beneath the jungle canopy of Kudmungu, the sultry atmosphere and overbearing humidity forced most animals to hide during the midday sun and made life uncomfortable for the humans and vastaya that decided to live in the area. The weather never made any difference to Wolf. However, sometimes Lamb would say lots of words about it. Wolf would let his fluffy companion drone on for hours, for he knew that her presence never made any difference in whether or not he got to claim his prize. Silly mortals, how could they not hear her? Lamb's voice was the only sound as pretty as silence or tumult of the hunt. "What do you smell, dear Wolf?" she asked him. "Joy..." he replied. "Their hearts beat fast." "They dance." "They don't run." "This one is mine." The Kindred walked towards their mark. None knew who was fated to fall to Lamb's arrow save the Hunters themselves. Hours passed and day became twilight. The dancing slowed and then ceased. Lamb's coat showed against the darkness of night, and Wolf's fur blocked out the starlight. "Their hearts are still," Wolf whispered. "They have gone to sleep." Lamb knocked and arrow, and their mark slept forever soon after.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qEqKV3rj,comment-id=0007,timestamp=2019-07-26T02:20:04.536+0000) > > "Aren't you inspired whenever you see a someone aspiring to something, no matter how transient or futile it is? Isn't there sort of a tragic beauty in youth? Don't you think that the transience and pure, ephemeral character of life gives it a quality that uplifts your heart whenever you see even the mere attempt?" > > Lamb's words fell on uncaring ears. Wolf wasn't in the mood to listen to her musings. "I don't want to hear words. I want to hear their breathing and their heartbeats. If not, then quiet," he growled, eager for the hunt that would come in the future. > > "The weft and weave of fate guides," Lamb answered softly. > > "If you're going to say more words, could you at least sing?" the black spirit complained. > > "Life is a concert. Why do you only appreciate the finale?" his eternal companion asked. > > "Because so many lives aren't fun until the end." > > Hours would pass. Perhaps days. Maybe even an eternity. Time was meaningless to the Eternal Hunters. Those last words, however, would linger in the air, and some day, a talented and perhaps overconfident princess would hear them. > > "Because so many lives aren't fun until the end." > > Where did that deep voice come from? Who did it belong to? Was Qiyana thinking this to herself, or was there something else going on? I was hearing... something, but it could not compare to my own thoughts of overruling all of Runeterra. However, it did not go unnoticed. "Guards? What are these noises I hear? Someone go find it out. my head is pounding from the heat. I do not need to droll on with mumbling in my mind. Get to it." -Snap snap.- I thought in my head for a small moment and remembered the old tall of the spirits that came of death... But they could not be after me. I am Qiyana! I am too young to think of such things. I wave it off and grab some cold lemonade and sit back under some shade and relax, letting my worries go.
> [{quoted}](name=KawaiiCatQiyana,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qEqKV3rj,comment-id=00070000,timestamp=2019-08-04T00:55:59.240+0000) Kindred were aware of how people could sometimes become cognizant of their eternal presence. They noticed when Qiyana heard Wolf's answer. "This one knows. She looks strong. Can I chase her?" Wolf asked, slowly manifesting his material form. His mask was first, the pure white emblem of his connection to dearest Lamb. His haunting eyes lit up as his black muzzle formed. No shadow was deeper than his body. No night as back as his billowing form. Another mask appeared, as black as the looming spirit that had so suddenly materialized in front of Qiyana. Lamb's body shimmered into being, whiter than snow, her fur softer than clouds. "Look at her, dear Wolf," she cooed, "do you really think this one is ready to run?" "I hope she can run fast. When was the last time we had a hard chase?" "Do you really think it time to hunt?" Wolf grinned: "It is always time to hunt." Lamb paused. Her silence was perhaps even more threatening than Wolf's words. Kindred were two in one. Did Lamb's silence allow Wolf complete control in those moment? "Isn't this what we were just talking about?" she asked. "Isn't this what makes youth beautiful? Gaze into her eyes, Wolf. I know you see into her." "Her heart beats fast," the lupine specter commented. "It is this impermanence that gives mortal life its sweetness. Why must the hunt go fast? Why not take your time and enjoy it? Watch her and see her life blossom," Lamb mused, "Why not let her beauty and strength grow? Why pluck a flower that hasn't bloomed? Why eat a fruit that isn't yet ripe." "She would make a good chase. She has strong legs." "A strong heart would be better."
: Empress of Runeterra {Ask Qiyana}
"Aren't you inspired whenever you see a someone aspiring to something, no matter how transient or futile it is? Isn't there sort of a tragic beauty in youth? Don't you think that the transience and pure, ephemeral character of life gives it a quality that uplifts your heart whenever you see even the mere attempt?" Lamb's words fell on uncaring ears. Wolf wasn't in the mood to listen to her musings. "I don't want to hear words. I want to hear their breathing and their heartbeats. If not, then quiet," he growled, eager for the hunt that would come in the future. "The weft and weave of fate guides," Lamb answered softly. "If you're going to say more words, could you at least sing?" the black spirit complained. "Life is a concert. Why do you only appreciate the finale?" his eternal companion asked. "Because so many lives aren't fun until the end." Hours would pass. Perhaps days. Maybe even an eternity. Time was meaningless to the Eternal Hunters. Those last words, however, would linger in the air, and some day, a talented and perhaps overconfident princess would hear them. "Because so many lives aren't fun until the end." Where did that deep voice come from? Who did it belong to? Was Qiyana thinking this to herself, or was there something else going on?
: {I actually enjoyed that little back and forth we had, good roleplay on both ends i feel.}
> [{quoted}](name=TheEternalBlade,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=0020,timestamp=2019-07-11T19:54:56.919+0000) > > {I actually enjoyed that little back and forth we had, good roleplay on both ends i feel.} ((Yeah. Thanks for dropping by. It was fun. Having a talk with Aatrox is something different, given how that character works. Any opportunity to do something as Kindred is always fun for me.))
: Ask Udyr, the Spirit Walker.
The Spirit Walker was normal, at least as normal as life could be for a man who was as much a home to spirits as himself. Others were at home inside his head, and Udyr himself had disciplined himself to the point where he was almost at home as well. These spirits he knew. The voices of the tiger, turtle, bear, and phoenix, among other guardian spirits of nature. One day while meditating, however, he would hear a chilling voice come from deep within him. It was a new one. A long howl sounded above even the most powerful spirits that dwelled within. He had heard the bays of coyotes and the howls of wolves before, but this was something much deeper. This new voice was something more fierce and primal than even he had heard before. Who was this new voice?
: Dear Kindred, I like your voice, sound very soothing -your biggest fan
> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001f,timestamp=2019-06-09T03:00:44.734+0000) > Thanks. -Kindred.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001d000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-22T21:10:50.058+0000) Wolf stepped in front of Aatrox and faced him. Lamb stood at his side and aimed her bow. Her gaze wasn't directed at Aatrox's mortal flesh, but rather the sword that contained him and all the souls he had subsumed over the centuries. Wolf put a paw forward and bared his fangs. "We sense your rage and your hope," Lamb chimed. "Now choose," her counterpart bellowed, "I want to hunt!" Aatrox's form shook, the fear within his heart forcing it's way to the front of his mind. This was his chance, he could finally move on however... The mortal part of him. That human soul which so desperately cried for death had been comforted. It screamed in the silence because it was afraid, afraid that it was forever removed from what it should be. In the end all souls know of the kindred, even if the body and mind does not. To go from knowing death was impossible, to having that soft knowledge of yes, yes it is possible eased an ache within him. It soothed his rage and as his form shook his blade slowly lowered itself, and Aatrox allowed his head to hang. "**Centuries i have spent... longing for nothing more than this final embrace.** I was told it was denied of me. That cursed aspect told us all that our death's would be forever denied to us. The thought is absolutely maddening. To know that even the stars will die before you do, you could not understand such a feeling as a being who was never mortal." Aatrox slowly drew his blade away from the collection of souls, and even released his ancient spell that held them trapped here. Given the torture they had gone through, and the comforting presence of lamb they would very quickly flock to her to hide and gain their respite. Aatrox's body fell to the ground, wings disintegrating into dust as numerous cracks and holes appeared on his body, the collection of flesh not able to take his true power for long. "You have come before me now... answered my cal despite all. I would seek to draw something from you. An oath. When my time comes, or i am trully ready, will you come for me. Will you free me from what those wretched aspects have done to me, and to my fellow brothers? Varus and Rhaast?"
> [{quoted}](name=TheEternalBlade,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001d0000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-08T22:00:12.445+0000) > > Souls danced to Lamb's side, adding to the glow of her snowy coat and Wolf's bright mask. Their light further emphasized the pure blackness of Lamb's ashen black mask and Wolf's deep fur. They were a void of light and a void of darkness. Their release had been granted, and Aatrox's own was soon to follow. His choice had been made. Aatrox's body began to disintegrate. "What twilight is this?" Lamb asked gently. "Dusk or dawn?" "Is it time to hunt?" Wolf asked, "Time to kill?" "Our presence is eternal. We all walk along the weft and weave of fate; we follow a map that few ever see. People's journeys across the tapestry of time are all so different and so few know where their choices will take them. How could you have known what your end was going to be?" Lamb lamented, speaking to no one in particular as the sound of her voice ushered the souls of the fallen to their much needed rest. "All things are mine to take," Wolf answered Aatrox directly. "We will hunt them, chase them, and catch them." "We are the end."
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000200000003,timestamp=2019-05-25T23:56:46.270+0000) ((oops)) Her eyes gazed at the stranger in question, the wielder of a scythe that she could only call unsightly. She was being given a history lesson by a man of, frankly, a demon. Then again, Sona was the one who accepted the request at all: who was she to speak up on that matter? What a joke. Her hands continued, fingers individually plucking strings and simulating that of another instrument in this two-handed ensemble. It sounded like a harmony, a guitar of sorts. In all honesty, her way of utilizing magic could be used on _any_ song she so desired. She could pull out the most destructive piece in a piano and everything else on the opposite end of her spectrum. Her magic didn't judge, she did. And here, her piece was: a violin, a drum, and a guitar-- Creating a strange melody via string, a heartbeat by drum, and a connecting strum from a guitar. Though, her music was one thing. Magic was another: what was he planning to do? > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d0002000000010000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-31T06:27:46.638+0000) > > ((Ah, Sona's taunt in action.)) > Sona couldn't help but let out a silent laugh as a wave of Lamb's melody pierced right through the Maven's "masterpiece", cutting her song short. It seemed like the Kindred had their own expectations, which was a reminder to Sona's own. she wasn't sure how to feel about it, but she was going to have to comply either way. Very well then. She decided to keep the fast rhythm. High beats per minute meant a faster rhythm, and a bit more upbeatness in her room. She didn't want to go with too gentle a melody, so she went with something catchy-- A sequence of notes that didn't quite loop the way a normal listener would expect. It went through the whole range of pitches but never going down and up an octave. It kind of sounded like the piano one would hear in a swing jazz piece.
> [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d00020000000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-09T12:45:56.907+0000) > Though their faces were behind ever inscrutable masks and their eyes empty blue voids, Sona could imagines Kindred smiling. Wolf even seemed like he was wagging his tail, or maybe he would be if he had manifested a form that had one. Lamb was ever stoic and merely listened. It seemed that Sona was finally out of her own head, which satisfied Kindred. Eventually, Kindred's forms would appear less and less solid. The process happened so slowly that Sona would barely notice as she played her jaunty tune. Eventually Kindred disappeared entirely, and a pair of masks matching theirs would clatter to the floor. Each mask was in perfect condition and felt heavier than expected, a reminder that would last the rest of Sona's life.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001e0000,timestamp=2019-05-21T05:17:08.611+0000) > > Wolf's ears perked up when the old man began his story. Lamb told the best stories: stories of loneliness, friendship, and the hunt. It was nice to hear other stories, though. A new one was sometimes enough to give the Eternal Hunter pause. An attentive observer could see the mark of Kindred appear on the ground around the old man; time was freely given. How much time? Who could guess. > > A new pair of travelers came to the campfire. One was a tall man with dark hair and a strong build, and the other was a lithe woman with pale skin that shone white in the light of the moon and fire. They appeared as if brother and sister. The man carried an ax, and the woman a bow. Taking seats with the other travelers, they sat and listened. *the old mans raspy breathing gradually calmed and he sat up straight again* " the body of the mage was buried near his tower with all ceremony and flair, though it has been said that only the village elder and a few townsfolk came to it, and he was buried deep beneath the ice and snow. now this was in the age of the ancients back when the mages had the power to remake the world around them into their image, so as darkness fell a fortnight later, dark and evil magic stirred on one of the mountains near the village. horrible screaming and screeching was heard that night, as if the soul it's self was screaming in agony and rage. three night this continued, until the bravest boy in the village had heard enough and ventured up the mountain, much to the fears of his family and the elders, and on the very summit of the mountain he found a horrific sight." *the old man takes a breath and continues* "what he saw was the entire mountain summit covered in dried blood, blacked by the cold and a man standing in front of an altar rallying his strength after the night of work, in the young mans horror he froze and stopped moving entirely, this most likely saved his life for the man rested all day until the twilight hours where he rose and began his final steps of the ritual, it is not known what ritual the man preformed, all the story says is that an object of great power was placed in the body of the dead mage, for that was the body on the altar, and in the moment he did the soul returned to the body and a great rage was felt, the mage blinded by rage, wrath, and magic, leaped off of the altar at the mage and literally tore him to shreds, until not even blood remained, it was then that the boy fled for he knew if he had stayed longer he would have been killed soon if not immediately after." *the old man sipped his drink than looked around at the faces surrounding him* "there is more but, i have half a mind the let that be part of your imagination for it is sad and rather boring for a long while"
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001e00000000,timestamp=2019-05-23T05:51:02.898+0000) > ((Sorry I missed this.)) The newcomers listened to the man's tale. They said nothing while the man spoke of the dark ritual the unknown mage performed. Creating an undead in such a way was undoubtedly a vile act, but what was it to them? This was a ghost story being told by a campfire. When the man finished, the two travelers got up and departed. The more astute observers may have noticed their footprints in the snow. The man's footprints liked like a wolf's paw and the woman's appeared like the cloven hooves of a lamb. Their footsteps were nearly inaudible. Time would pass. In the distance a wolf could be heard howling. An hour would go by. The travelers returned and sat by the fire. Midnight was approaching and the world was still. The woman spoke to the man in a voice softer than the snow and as cold as the air. "How much longer will we travel?" she asked. "Until we have taken my quarry," the man replied, his voice more fierce than the wilds around them and a hot as flames.
: > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d00020000000100000000,timestamp=2019-05-16T16:50:09.581+0000) > (( :D )) __________ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d00020000000100000001,timestamp=2019-05-19T23:30:44.328+0000) > She jumped, her hands brushing over the strings in such a manner that only discordant frays of her surprise would sound outward, guitar strings snapping and piano keys that didn't match any song. She rubbed the back of her neck, the Maven silent in both ear and mind. _"I was never accustomed to fast. I tended to go through life one day at a time,"_ She nervously said. _"Let me try again."_ Sona stretched her fingers. Maybe she was thinking about this way too hard. Music, of all things, was something that took as little time as a book session or took as much time as a lifeline. Her job wasn't to create a masterpiece: she was just making a bit of music. So. Just have fun with it. No one was judging. She changed her song around, fist knocking the edge of her etwahl at breakneck speed. A constant percussive _bang_ that decided the rhythm of her song; with a beat per minute in the third digits, she had herself the beginning of a fast-paced song. She hadn't tried to change the instrument-style of her etwahl, though that mainly had to do with the subjective mindset that people would find strangeness if her etwahl were to play something that was not sounding similar to a harp. Sona quickly stroked the opposite edge of her etwahl, the strings vibrating and emitting the same sound of that of a bard. The strum was louder than the actual banging itself, and she used that moment to pull a melody straight from improv. It wasn't even a melody, it was a sequence of notes followed by the same strum. She would hit a few notes, than immediately retain the strum. Her idea was to make it dramatic. She stopped using her fist to generate the banging and instead used a finger, like her etwahl's strings were linked to certain sounds. Her other fingers rubbed strings below and above, creating a sound like that of a guitar. _______________ > [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000200000002,timestamp=2019-05-20T02:50:30.419+0000) > Well, > > I live in Ionia. Do what you may wish with that information, but I'm always available. > > -Sona
> [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000200000001000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-25T13:35:27.029+0000) > ((Ah, Sona's taunt in action.)) Lamb watched patiently to see what Sona would do after the pause. The Maven plucked the strings of her instrument and woke Wolf back up. He looked around before turning and watching Sona's performance intently. Her frantic strumming had more of an effect on the spirit than she perhaps expected. Wolf was still, though his blue eyes looked at her as dangerously as ever. "Play your heartstrings out for us Sona," Lamb encouraged. "We know the music you can make. Don't play a song for us, rather, play one for yourself. We know that you do not know what we like. That isn't what we want to hear." "We can hear your heart," Wolf growled. "We can tell that you won't run like this. A runner would have fled by now and I would have taken him." Lamb gently hummed a gentle melody that deliberately clashed with Sona frantically banging and plucking her etwahl. Her voice was overpowering and soothing. "We know the song you want to play, Sona," she aired. "Save the drama for your final moments. It isn't time to play that song. We want to hear the melody of your life. We want to hear music that we can't make ourselves."
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Karthus and Kindred are back.
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Karthus and Kindred will be out for the weekend.
Krizonar (NA)
: Champion Audition - Yuumi, Judge Selection
The cat is cute. May as well throw a mask in.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001d0000,timestamp=2019-05-20T23:04:41.318+0000) > > "Such bold theft should never go unpunished," a soft voice answered. The source of the voice was indeterminate but clearly feminine. It could be assumed to be Lamb's based off context. "You seek us. You called out to us with a challenge. You despair," she declared. "Those that seek us are driven to out of sadness or insanity. Your motivations contain plenty of both, Aatrox." > > A pair of luminous blue orbs appeared in front of Aatrox. The moon didn't cast enough light to dispel the shadows this night. The magic Aatrox used as his bait was swallowed by the darkness of the late hour. The darkin felt the presence of something truly overwhelming. The orb loomed over Aatrox and even grew in size and proportion. Eventually, Aatrox could make out a white mask in the darkness. "You would make a good hunt," he growled in anticipation. Wolf was genuine. There was just enough moonlight to now make out a predatory grin. > > "What time is it?" Lamb's soft voice asked. "Is it time for you to go? Or is it time for us to reclaim those poor souls who you have taken from us?" She remained out of sight, and it felt like she was speaking directly into Aatrox's mind. Aatrox's wings beat against the air, keeping him flying close to the orb, blade turned so as to either defend himself or slice into the orb, to once again absorb them. His gaze locked onto the faint white mask, and he slowly circled with it, looking for the other mask as well. He had doubts of course, that they would bother to show up. That they did spoke volumes, and it meant that he could hope to end it now. Hope. Such a strange, foreign concept to him. It brought back flickered memories of golden armor and bright blue wings. {Working under the assumption that Justicar Aatrox is Aatrox true form back in the day} It brought back the belief that he could be free. How ironic, that desperation and seeking death is what brought his sense of hope back. Given what Kindred is, it is entirely likely that the Lamb could sense his blossoming hope, the desire to rest. "**It matters not! If you do not grant me my rest, then the next time there shall be no reclamation. I will march upon this world, I will chop and hack and cleave, and sunder their souls into my blade. Whether by arrow or fang, I will fight you... And if I come out victorious than i shall perform your duty. No matter the end of this night, I will have my fate. Even if everything, even time must die first.** Aatrox's chitin plates clicked as he shook with barely concealed rage, but also a heartrending sense of betrayal. His composure snapped and he began to truly yell at the pair. "**WHY is it you only speak to me now! Every death, every cleave, I have WAITED for you to approach me. I have stolen your hunts time, and time again and yet ONLY NOW DO YOU APPEAR. What that trickster did to me, she STOLE me from your domain. Is it not your DUTY to reclaim me. WHY CAN I NOT DIE! WHY AM I STILL HERE, IN A WORLD I DO NOT KNOW IN A BODY THAT IS NOT MINE TRAPPED IN A CAGE WITHIN A PRISON. WHY DO YOU NOT GRANT ME MY FREEDOM, WHEN OTHERS SO DESPERATELY FIGHT YOU AND I ONLY SEEK TO EMBRACE YOU!** Swinging his blade, Aatrox would send out twin waves of red energy{Old Aatrox e} at the white mask that he could see, the mental damage of thousands of years in isolation, coupled with the slight madness forced upon him by the void taking his senses briefly. Beneath the Darkins false shell, locked within the blade, was a soul. A mortal soul, that had been stretched, tortured, burned and more. He was Ascended, yes, he was even transformed by the Aspect of Change and Twilight, but his soul was originally that of a mortal, and it could only take so much before it began to unravel.
> [{quoted}](name=TheEternalBlade,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001d00000000,timestamp=2019-05-22T16:53:40.959+0000) > > "He wants to fight," Wolf commented happily as his physical form took shape. The blue orbs were his eyes, and Aatrox found himself flying around exactly the kind of being he was hoping to face. For the first time in ages, Aatrox would feel dread. The death he craved was so close he could reach out and touch it. Wolf continued his forward pace, looming over the darkin. This evening, the savage hunter had a more determined form. Four paws touched the soil, supporting legs greater than oaks. His coat was sleek and darker than even Aatrox's rage. Where Wolf was, only the blackness of death stood. As Aatrox screamed in rage at the hunters, he would notice another pair of blue orbs come into form beside Wolf. Lamb was revealing herself. Her wool shone bright in the light of the moon and stars. Her mask was as black as her companion's coat. She alighted upon the soil and stood gracefully, bow in hand. Her gaze carried every bit as much force as Wolf's and her presence was every bit as powerful. "With sword and venom, he challenges us," Lamb said. She knocked an ethereal arrow and raised her bow but did not aim at anything in particular. Aatrox was confronted with an exhilarating choice. The Eternal Hunters stood before him. Wolf's teeth were bared. Lamb's words were not threats, but promises. "He won't run. No fun in chasing him," Wolf observed as he paced around in circles. Every footfall was silent. "He has many questions with one simple answer. One answer he knows himself," Lamb sternly replied. "What time is it?" she demanded. "Aatrox, you know the answers to your questions. You know who we are." "Maybe he can tell us what death feels like," Wolf suggested. "We have followed him from the moment of his birth, as we have for everyone, and will do until the end of time," Lamb mused. "Though we do not know what lies beyond us. Perhaps he has the strength to tell us. What happens after the end?" Wolf stepped in front of Aatrox and faced him. Lamb stood at his side and aimed her bow. Her gaze wasn't directed at Aatrox's mortal flesh, but rather the sword that contained him and all the souls he had subsumed over the centuries. Wolf put a paw forward and bared his fangs. "We sense your rage and your hope," Lamb chimed. "Now choose," her counterpart bellowed, "I want to hunt!"
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-22T05:28:46.823+0000) (the logic I'm going for here is that it's entire purpose is to infect in any way possible. if that means being consumed, and the flesh itself being able to turn the consumer into Voidspawn, then that's one method, where a fragment of the thoughts and logic of the Helminth would ride along in the consumed flesh itself. (idk. I honestly think this was a pretty bad failure on my part entirely, as I lost a lot of focus with that last response. (I'll leave you be, if you'd like. at least until I figure out what the fuck I want to do before I do it.)
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b0000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-22T05:41:27.426+0000) > > ((Yeah, let's try this again once you figure out what you're trying to do here. I haven't RPed with a character like this one as Kindred yet so I also need to figure out what kind of hand-waving I need to do to justify them popping up in the first place, since as far as I can tell there isn't really any dying going on and a voidspawn wouldn't know about Kindred to sense them the same way a Runeterran can without learning about them if death is something that doesn't actually exist in the void. Kindred interacting with a voidspawn is kind of like "Dormammu, I've come to bargain" in reverse. That's pretty messy.))
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b0000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-21T05:00:03.879+0000) > > ((I'm a bit confused. When Kindred kills something, at least in Runeterra, it dies. If it doesn't actually die, Kindred wasn't really involved in the first place. Not dying when Kindred takes their mark is like dividing by zero.)) ((It still managed to propagate. it's flesh is in itself a disease, spreading by carrion, though it can't really affect those that are immune, such as the twin avatars of death. transience beyond death, bla bla bla, corpse is going to infect the soil it dies upon and live on in essence.)) ((tbh I was going for something I've not done before, and I may have janked the writing badly. Which is entirely my fault, in all truth.))
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b00000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-21T06:52:01.005+0000) > > ((It still managed to propagate. it's flesh is in itself a disease, spreading by carrion, though it can't really affect those that are immune, such as the twin avatars of death. transience beyond death, bla bla bla, corpse is going to infect the soil it dies upon and live on in essence.)) ((So it's not really a living creature, but a super-virus? Or is it something else? That being said, Kindred CAN kill it if they've marked it, void or not. It's not what they do, it's what the are. They're part of how Runeterra works and only as real in any given moment as people think they are since they're a natural process personified. That being said, if it isn't time for this thing to actually die, a void creature probably wouldn't be able to sense Kindred unless they've been on Runeterra for a very long time and are highly intelligent. Cho or Vel might, for example. In short, I don't have much of an idea of what I'm actually supposed to do here since I'm roleplaying as death incarnate and the void thing was somehow about to die but also somehow unable to be killed. I've got no clue what I'm dealing with here or if Kindred can actually interact here at all. Again, Kindred being somehow unable to kill something (barring actual divinities, and even then that's kinda iffy) is like diving by zero. I need to know what's going on here.))
: *the older man coughs, hard with him going on for a full minute* "sorry.. friends i'm old and the lamb is coming soon, anyway, the wise mage died to unknown means but he was found days later his body preserved, but the light had left him and he was an empty husk." *the old man renews his coughing this time coughing up blood. the others at the fire start to get up but he motions them back down* "there's no point im dying anyway let me tell this story one last time"
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001e,timestamp=2019-05-18T05:27:38.003+0000) > > Wolf's ears perked up when the old man began his story. Lamb told the best stories: stories of loneliness, friendship, and the hunt. It was nice to hear other stories, though. A new one was sometimes enough to give the Eternal Hunter pause. An attentive observer could see the mark of Kindred appear on the ground around the old man; time was freely given. How much time? Who could guess. A new pair of travelers came to the campfire. One was a tall man with dark hair and a strong build, and the other was a lithe woman with pale skin that shone white in the light of the moon and fire. They appeared as if brother and sister. The man carried an ax, and the woman a bow. Taking seats with the other travelers, they sat and listened.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b00000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-17T06:27:26.882+0000) "Spectral. Unnerving. Consume. Become. Void infects. Void becomes. Becomes Void." *A moment or three later, the whip-maw that had seemingly lashed apart the creature began undulating and contorting. A moment or three later, it simply* spat the creature out*, albeit a Voidspawn variant of it.* "Helminth consumes. Helminth infects. Helminth transforms. Helminth releases. Reality ugly. Make beautiful." *The beast's - this... Helminth, as it called itself - seemed to contort it's ruinous maw into a... smile?* "Void ends. Void begins. Carrion ingests. Void infects. Unending life. Unending death." *To a certain degree, the beast's strange sense of language would only advance the eerie nature of the monster itself. It would only increase the levels of disturbing it provided, given how it seemed to now have a lack of adverse reaction to the desert itself.* *And it seemed to be pleased with the resulting teeth-nightmare-baby-thing it spat out mere seconds ago.* *It's purpose was to infect. To be consumed. To spread the Void.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-17T16:13:27.412+0000) > ((I'm a bit confused. When Kindred kills something, at least in Runeterra, it dies. If it doesn't actually die, Kindred wasn't really involved in the first place. Not dying when Kindred takes their mark is like dividing by zero.))
: Yet another group of zed's order of shadows lay bleeding in afield, their souls drawn in and consumed by Aatrox's blade. It was time, he thought to himself. Time to lure out his tormentor, the one being whose embrace he truly desired. Hours passed, as he dragged his blade through the ground, carving ancient runes and sigils to ensure that his bait wouldn't simply escape to where it belonged. With the full moon rising his task was complete. Aatrox waited till the moon was directly overhead, and with a surge of ancient magic he forced out roughly 270 souls. The seals flared to lfie and the orbs of light began to gather and compress, glowing brightly in the dim light of the night. Soon after Aatrox would lift his blade and slam it into the ground his true form flaring up, wings bellowing out behind him as he roared his challenge. "**COME LAMB! COME WOLF! I CALL UPON THE KINDRED! FIGHT ME, AND RECLAIM THESE STOLEN HUNTS! Grant me my fated oblivion. ** He knew this was an impossible battle, but it didn't matter. That was precisely the reason why he sought it out, for what entity could free him of the curse that wretched Trickster had placed upon him, than Death. He craved it, that final blessed silence that had been denied to him for so long. Though he challenged Wolf to battle, it was lamb's arrow he so desperately sought.
> [{quoted}](name=TheEternalBlade,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001d,timestamp=2019-05-17T10:07:37.574+0000) > >((I love how over-the-top Aatrox is. He's like the Black Knight from Monty Python.)) "Such bold theft should never go unpunished," a soft voice answered. The source of the voice was indeterminate but clearly feminine. It could be assumed to be Lamb's based off context. "You seek us. You called out to us with a challenge. You despair," she declared. "Those that seek us are driven to out of sadness or insanity. Your motivations contain plenty of both, Aatrox." A pair of luminous blue orbs appeared in front of Aatrox. The moon didn't cast enough light to dispel the shadows this night. The magic Aatrox used as his bait was swallowed by the darkness of the late hour. The darkin felt the presence of something truly overwhelming. The orb loomed over Aatrox and even grew in size and proportion. Eventually, Aatrox could make out a white mask in the darkness. "You would make a good hunt," he growled in anticipation. Wolf was genuine. There was just enough moonlight to now make out a predatory grin. "What time is it?" Lamb's soft voice asked. "Is it time for you to go? Or is it time for us to reclaim those poor souls who you have taken from us?" She remained out of sight, and it felt like she was speaking directly into Aatrox's mind.
3blendee (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000200000000,timestamp=2019-05-03T23:20:24.089+0000) > Sona smiled, voicing outwardly, _"Don't die, Miss Meitro,"_ while watching her leave. She took a glance at the new gifts brought for her. Stiff, like canvas. She inspected the cloth closely, curiosity striking her as she wondered whether to come outside to get Meitro to return. Then came the painting. Her eyebrows furrowed at the theme of this message. Was it perhaps a warning to her? She wasn't entirely sure herself. She decided to keep it hanging on the wall of her living room. Maybe at some point, she herself would be that man. Not literally, of course. This would be to remind her where she stood. _____________________________ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000200000001,timestamp=2019-05-04T16:54:42.920+0000) > And the pattern continued. She was more than expecting the Kindred to not react to something as cumbersome as a person's music. After all, what good is a sonata to such looming ears? She sped up her throbs, overlaying this pattern of low-speed heartbeats. The droning ended in a quick fade, and a melody rose up. She plucked some strings, a mellow tone ringing outward amongst this heartbeat. She wasn't quite sure where she was going, but she had every right to just work it along, one note at a time. The melody was kind of rinsing and repeating itself, Sona still trying to ponder how she was going to make it interesting.
> [{quoted}](name=3blendee,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d0002000000010000,timestamp=2019-05-16T13:03:49.033+0000) > Lamb stood up from her seat and walked over to Sona. She leaned close to her, her mask hardly and in away from Sona. The spirit whispered softly in the Maven's ear. "We can heart the rhythm of your heart. This is not it. Relax. Even if it is your time, enjoy it. You only have eternity in this moment," she intoned. Lamb paused and stopped leaning so closely into Sona. "You have no reason to fear," she said, "you're boring my dear Wolf so much you've put him to sleep." Lamb gestured to her companion, who was snoozing on the ground by Lamb's chair.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001c0000,timestamp=2019-05-15T19:59:11.878+0000) > > ((We can oblige.)) (graci) *an old man sits down at a campfire, his clothing old and his demeanor weary. Three others were arranged around the fire in various stages of eating and drinking, when the old man looks up and says* "you all have taken me in for the night and for that i am grateful as payment i will tell you a story, one that goes back millennia. so it begins, as most do in the ancient mountains of the Frelijord, cold and ancient, uncaring of its human occupants. here our story begins with an ending, the death of a powerful and wise mage who's name is lost to history" ((would you like to enter here or would you like me to continue the story telling?))
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001c00000000,timestamp=2019-05-15T21:15:37.905+0000) > ((Kindred can kinda pop up wherever or however they want, but whoever they're appearing to sort of has to be in tune with their presence. They're always there, but that doesn't mean people know that or are acute or wise enough to be able to sense them in the first place. Of course, they also have to want to be noticed. We'll pop in when you think it's appropriate. We're capable of performing some magic hand waving to excuse our appearance whenever we want, but some times are better than others.))
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-15T19:57:07.033+0000) *It looked to the two mirages, now sensing them.* "Strange. Alien. Incorporeal." *It's maw widened, a great variety of feeder-tendrils waving about, while the four-slit jaw hinged on thin strands of flesh.* "Sentience. Ravenous thought. Calm thought. Strange pairing." *What was it's voice could be comparable to a yordle drowning in their own blood, but somehow... ethereal as well, it's voice holding some form of reverberation in it.* "Alien. Death incarnate. No form. Only Death." *The feeder-tendrils drifted towards the direction of a small creature that was still, staring up at Helminth.* *A feeder-tendril launched forwards, sinking bone-hooks into thin and weak flesh. The animal squealed, before being pulled into the maw, the tendrils beginning to slice and dice meat and organ and bone in a disturbing whip-snapping crack-snap of horror.* *Eventually, the beast had been consumed enough for the maw to be sealed.* "Strange. Adapting." *It's skin began to crawl, thin tendrils of flesh beginning to snake around the thin membrane.* "Taste. Sticky. Messy. Unthinking. Rapidity of movement. Odd." *It stared back to the Kindred.* "Strange. Incorporeal. Consume." *Even though it had it's final meal, the creature was strangely thin and still gaunt, weak, and bloodied.* "Return. End. Beginning. Life. Death. Cycle. Void sees. Void consumes. Void sees. Void ends. Void begins." *It stood, staring at the Kindred.* "Beginning. End."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b0000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-15T20:47:28.722+0000) > > Kindred were not unnerved by the gurgling of the creature's voice, not its sudden consumption of an unfortunate desert animal. They were present for every death, from the first to the last. Life always came to and end. Flee or stand firm. It doesn't matter. One day, all life was to meet Lamb and Wolf. First an animal, next an abberation. "Nothing has every adapted to finality," the white spirit commented. Wolf walked up to the dying beast as Lamb continued: "We are the end. No life escapes us. The void can not consume up. We have no beginning and we have no end. We are part of existence." Wolf was now directly in front of the horror. The creature would feel small and perhaps even terrified of the looming figure. To gaze into the eyes of Wolf was to stare into the abyss. The Void could not consume what stood in front of the doomed beast. Wolf seemed to take up the entire world. He opened his maw and his black form covered everything save his eternal companion. "You are the next treat of my dear Wolf," she aired before Wolf closed his maw around the void creature. True to the words of the Kindred, once Wolf's maw was shut, there was nothing beyond.
: (hello there i want to do an RP but its going to be a little different than most, because i want to do it in millennia past for my oc https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sfwNVwb3KzLxuvyCWUAOejRefabuSY3I7z4nuSOwzvk/edit?usp=sharing if you dont want to do that i can hope that a modern day meeting can be arranged )
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001c,timestamp=2019-05-15T00:17:24.951+0000) > ((We can oblige.))
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b0000,timestamp=2019-05-13T23:00:02.626+0000) > >Not exactly. Starts and ends with an H. > >Knowing Warframe lore might help. *It saw the twin mirage, the death and life of the reality it was within.* *Sand gritting on pale flesh, blood oozing purple from microgashes within it's thin membranous layers. "What?"* *Sense. Nothing. Something there.* *Smell. Nothing. Something there.* *Listens. Nothing. Something there.* *Tastes. Nothing. Something.* *Illogical. Nothing yet something.* *Speaks.* "What?" *The voice was wet, growling, croaking, gurgling forth from the multi-jawed maw of the beast without a name.* "What?" *Again the voice came, confused. Unsure.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b00000000,timestamp=2019-05-14T02:41:37.995+0000) > > Kindred turned away from the small girl they were watching and looked over to the beast writing in pain. "Not much longer," the black spirit growled with anticipation. He slowly took shape as a massive wolf with ethereal blue eyes like voids peering from behind the white mask he wore. His maw was slightly open and he grinned happily. "It is yours," the white spirit assured her companion. "It clings to that which it was never intended to have. Take it." "Rip it to shreds." "Lie in peace." "Flee! Run!" "It can not, though it wishes to try. End its misery."
: >That's it. No more Mr. Memeguy. > >You will only know me as one name. And one name only. *A strange, diseased form of what once was human clawed its' way from the soil of the Sai Kahleek, maw agape with fangs and feeder-tendrils, searching. Smelling. Sensing. Tasting.* *It was weak, left near-death from it's failed transformation. It's maw was nearly destroyed from surfacing, the heat and light cooking exposed, underprotected flesh.* *It was in pain, screaming by day... and creeping by night.* *After a while, it started burrowing into the sand during the day, and it survived for a few months like this.* *Then a wandering tribe found it, maimed it so badly that it's blood was seeping out, with each passing second shortening it's end of existence.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001b,timestamp=2019-05-13T03:29:15.314+0000) >Francis? The moment of death was near. Delirium induced by blood loss and months of pain closed in even as a nomad tribe found the pitiful creature. There was no clarity, only pain. The sand chafed the wretch's skin and irritated his wounds. Months had passed to come to this. Pointless months of searing pain in the sun and sand. Was the transformation really worth attempting? One member of the wandering tribe, a young girl, noticed a pair of unusual companions following them soon after they found the poor creature. While the writhing abomination certainly scary to behold, these new companions were truly terrifying even though they acted calmly. A white spirit with a black mask, and a black spirit with a white mask, though not much more could be made out about them at the moment. Perhaps if the girl looked closely and imagined shapes in the flowing essence of the spirits she could see the white one in the shape of a lamb and the black one in the shape of a wolf. The black spirit spoke in a powerful voice. "See how it clings to life. When can I take it?" "Soon," the other spirit answered.
: {pardon me, but would you perhaps be interested in an interaction?}
> [{quoted}](name=TheEternalBlade,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=j8MpTyEt,comment-id=001a,timestamp=2019-05-08T16:29:08.511+0000) > > {pardon me, but would you perhaps be interested in an interaction?} ((Of course.))
: ((This actually goes for everyone, I'll leave some contact info uptop, brethren, for future reminding of my dumdum brain.)) > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d000000000000,timestamp=2019-04-20T23:16:36.174+0000) > She smiled, before she took her etwahl without hesitance. She liked the idea of performing for a new audience like this. Now, really, the problem was the looming factor of the occupations, but she decided to treat the audience as it is; people looking for a new music to guide them for the betterment of the future...Or something like that. Sona wasn't one to judge on the basis of her people. She noted the boredom of the wolf-portion of the Kindred, quick to spring up any musical pieces she could perform. She decided on something like that of a drone and a hum, her fingers rubbing across the vibrating strings. It was similar to a singular throb of a heart being slowed into a note. Her other hand softly pressed on the strings, releasing a harp-like sound that shadowed the droning and low humming. One might describe it like being put in suspense or succumbing to something much greater than them...Either the case, it was nothing happy and it was slow, but had a buildup going. _____ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d0001,timestamp=2019-04-24T06:29:06.209+0000) > She put her hand over her mouth, her shoulders and head shaking to mimic a laughter but without any noise to be heard. Typical for her. _"To visit Ionia would be something like a dream...However, I have a job to do here, Miss Meitro. I'm sure you understand. I'd like to at least let myself be known a bit more around before I head back...I 'd rather not any planted seeds go to decay, if you understand."_ ______ > [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d0002,timestamp=2019-04-29T09:28:41.985+0000) > Quite the look, she only thought. He certainly had the intimidating appearance, but her times with fear had long since passed. Action was the priority these days, and she knew herself that backing down meant going against what she witnessed and hardly understood. She crossed her arms, glancing his figure, from the sharpened eye to the bravado-like smile until the point of his statement. She hardly gave much more reply than a simple nod, her hands rubbing over across the etwahl, letting out a loose distribution of vibrating strings that sounded like the whisper of a harp. It seemed the request was simple enough, on paper. Play a song for the buried. However, even she herself could not speak to the dead. How could she possibly depict the losses of people within the graveyard, a person who simply played music? No matter. She would accomplish this mission with the confidence that she had the capabilities of doing so. She raised her hands, fingers stiffening before she took to the etwahl. A vibrating thump. The pattern was a vibrating thump with a slow rise of patterns. It went one, then two, then three vibrating thumps. She would go a bit faster, mimicking her believed amount of heartbeats that must've been resonating across this area. She'd keep going, thumps turning into that of war-drums. She then struck the strings of her etwahl, releasing a crescendo sounding similar to a violin. It finally extended to a two-person orchestra, one hand sliding across the string to mimic a violin while another was a palm hitting the etwahl to mimick a drum, what had originally been a heartbeat becoming more like a living breathing person, patterns unorthodox and rhythm almost-discordant had it not matched with the violin itself. _______________ > [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000e,timestamp=2019-04-29T15:12:04.986+0000) > She let out a soft cough as she read this letter, before shrugging. It was times like these she was happy she didn't need to do anything flashy. >Dear Jamie, > >I do. > >-Buvelle
> [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d00020000,timestamp=2019-05-03T22:41:09.831+0000) > > ((This actually goes for everyone, I'll leave some contact info uptop, brethren, for future reminding of my dumdum brain.)) > > She smiled, before she took her etwahl without hesitance. She liked the idea of performing for a new audience like this. Now, really, the problem was the looming factor of the occupations, but she decided to treat the audience as it is; people looking for a new music to guide them for the betterment of the future...Or something like that. Sona wasn't one to judge on the basis of her people. > > She noted the boredom of the wolf-portion of the Kindred, quick to spring up any musical pieces she could perform. > > She decided on something like that of a drone and a hum, her fingers rubbing across the vibrating strings. It was similar to a singular throb of a heart being slowed into a note. Her other hand softly pressed on the strings, releasing a harp-like sound that shadowed the droning and low humming. One might describe it like being put in suspense or succumbing to something much greater than them...Either the case, it was nothing happy and it was slow, but had a buildup going. Lamb was as expressionless as ever behind her black mask. Her ethereal eyes betrayed no emotion. Wolf, on the other hand, adjusted so that he was facing Sona as she began her song. He began to listen attentively, but drifted back into the realm of boredom as Sona tried to mimic heartbeats on her instrument. It was like attempting to mimic the gentle pitter-patter of rain. Heartbeats were a natural sound for Kindred, aware of the life of all and always present for the final moment. Kindred continued to listen patiently. Wolf dozed as he watched Sona's fingers dance on the strings. Lamb quietly watched, much more attentive than her counterpart. Sona could tell that Lamb was thinking of something, though what she could be thinking of was hard to guess.
: > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d0000,timestamp=2019-04-06T17:28:35.527+0000) > (( I apologize for the wait. I have a tendency to forget to check. If you'd like, we can share contact info for the sake of reminding me. ~~Wew discord when~~)) Sona hummed silently to herself, her head swaying toward an imaginary melody like that of a wind among the breeze. "_Well, I'm persuaded to offer a duet. This is hardly little less than fate, so I think a good time will be had if I try to pipe in some music of my own. Would you agree?"_
> [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d00000000,timestamp=2019-04-20T14:07:38.713+0000) > > ((I'm on Discord. Karthus#3328)) Sona could imagine Lamb smiling behind that blank ominous mask of hers. The gentle one put on such a terrifying face that it was hard to believe she was anything other than what she was. Wolf was much more direct and violent, but easy to understand. The white spirit gazed into Sona's eyes, or perhaps she gazed past them, and replied, "We would be honored to hear a performance. Art is such a beautiful thing. I would be happy to join my voice with yours, if that is what you ask." Wolf was predictably bored by all the words being spoken and lay on the ground at Lamb's feet.
: > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001d,timestamp=2019-03-26T18:09:04.699+0000) _"Well, if you need my help, I'll do my best to provide any."_ She glanced at the window, staring out into what could be seen of the sky. Still broad daylight, she observed. She glanced back at the acquainted stranger. _"How would I contact you if I were to meet you again, Miss Meitro?"_ ______________________ > [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001e,timestamp=2019-03-27T17:40:23.369+0000) Sona wasn't sure if she was conversing or if she was being given a lecture. Was she really someone special enough to be talked to by the reapers? Not like she could provide her own input either, considering their differentiating roles. She wondered what they thought about what humans did. _"What do you think of music?"_ She curiously asked. _______________________ > [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001f,timestamp=2019-04-03T08:51:04.943+0000) The irony of arriving here was the fact that Sona was never the kind of person to accept an invitation from the person who had every right and intention to go after her head. She found it difficult to imagine who else would even have the right mind to agree to this letter's request, save for the threat. She imagined this to be a situation that would require her alive, and she can't see how she'd get any more out of such pensmanship. She's heard stories. She's heard rumors. She didn't plan on keeping herself open to conversation this time around. Here she was now, going to a battlefield she had no place in. What would she do here? It was a decaying memoir now. Would she too, turn into one of these? Another life touched upon by the roots of the ground? Looks like she'd find out. Her etwahl's strings glowed softly against the incandescence of the moonlight. Maybe she had no memories here, but she had something to do, and it would have to do with that man over there. _Monster_, as they say. With that, she plucked a singular note. Deep and vibrating at such a pace that one could probably feel it like a wind pushing against them. _Hello._
> [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000d,timestamp=2019-04-05T22:21:40.105+0000) > > Sona wasn't sure if she was conversing or if she was being given a lecture. Was she really someone special enough to be talked to by the reapers? Not like she could provide her own input either, considering their differentiating roles. > > She wondered what they thought about what humans did. > > _"What do you think of music?"_ She curiously asked. Wolf answered quickly and excitedly. Were he to have a tail, he would be wagging it like a puppy that had just been rewarded for doing a trick. "We love music," he barked happily. "But sometimes the songs Lamb sings are boring..." Lamb looked at Wolf a tiny bit stung by his comment. She sighed, "I suppose that answer was to be expected. Why do you ask?" She slumped a little in her chair and relaxed as Wolf looked excitedly at Sona.
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
> [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001c,timestamp=2019-03-24T05:54:32.964+0000) > > Sona pressed her palms against her lap, unsure how to respond to such words. She hardly had a mindset to contribute towards this perspective...And who was she to try to pretend she knew what this meant? She undoubtedly was a human. A fragile entity living among a cacophony of blood and risks. Always at the grasp of death, as they might say. > > Chance and anarchy. That's what life was. > > The lady exhaled, her eyes resting to the ground. The silence was deafening. > > "_Who am I to you?_" Lamb gently laughed, her voice sounding so soft and innocent that it was hard to believe that she was a spirit of death. "You are Sona to us," Lamb replied. "What else could you possibly be?" "You're warm, squishy, scared, and die easily," Wolf growled, sinking to the floor and laying at Lamb's feet. "But intelligent life is so much more than the sum of its parts," Lamb waxed. "We could go on all day about the things that make up your body and personality, but that alone doesn't really answer your question," she explained. "There are many ways to think about this question? Who do you think you are?" she asked, "or do you think you would be the same person were you not a musician?" Lamb paused. "You are prey..." "You are beautiful." "Another mark." "A fine life." "And so what of all that? You're still Sona at the end of it all."
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
> [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000019,timestamp=2019-03-17T18:25:11.778+0000) > "We are always in your presence," Lamb commented. "We are inescapable. Those who have been taken by undeath are in our grasp..." "...Demons, darkin, and Ascended can't escape us..." Wolf continued. "The only plans we have are the ones fate itself has woven for us. Very few people seek to meet us. I suppose it is for the worst. To ignore us all one's life is to invite the true death. Life has meaning. People sometimes don't understand that until it's gone," Lamb solemnly observed. "They run too slow. They die too easy. They don't make good marks," Wolf complained. "The best hunts are often those who fear the least and those who fear the most."
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
> [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000016,timestamp=2019-02-28T23:20:04.432+0000) "Haven't we already told you that we have always known you?" Lamb asked. "We know your scent," Wolf confirmed. "We have always known it," Lamb continued in response to Sona's question. "We never have need to gather information. The fact that you noticed us for who we are, especially in a place where we are hardly present, speaks more to your senses that it does about anything we do. If it were up to Wolf, we would have already chased you..." "And won," Wolf interjected, grinning proudly. "No, you simply listened to the void and heard us," Lamb replied. "If someone were to walk into this room, they would not know of our presence unless they were paying very close attention. In Demacia, most people don't. I must admit that I enjoy conversation, but Wolf here doesn't have time for anything other than the hunt or stories."
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
> [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=00080000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000012,timestamp=2019-02-16T18:58:35.463+0000) "Demacians are strange people," Wolf grumbled. "They never run. They just stand still for Lamb's arrows. No fun." Lamb chucked and replied to Sona, "That was one story people tell about us. As far as we know, no one has ever really learned for sure how we came about. We, who are always there, are the only ones who know what we are for sure. Who else was there when life began?" She continued, "And are you suggesting that you wish to split yourself in two, so that you may always have a friend? We can promise you that it doesn't work that way for humans." The white spirit pondered Sona's question for another moment. "The truth is that I don't know how most humans will react to that story. It's an old folktale. Humans wove it. Much of Runeterra's history is a tapestry woven by humans, with vastayans and yordles along with them." She paused and sighed, "What makes you think we're here for your entertainment? We're always there. It is simply now that you've managed to notice us, something that very few people have ever done before the breathe their last."
: > [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=000800000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T16:48:27.070+0000) > > Forgive my delay. )) > ((See, I personally would, but I'm currently under risk of losing internet and electricity, so I'm sad to say I can't.)) > >Well, shit. Hope that gets fixed, bud. it'd be a damn shame to lose someone that actually RPs here. "Right..." *Meitro took a moment, putting the Mandichorda down before lightly clearing her throat;* "Ain't had nobody taught me how ta speak proper. As such, ain't had nobody taught me how to *write* proper either. And, with a lack 'o writin'..." *A short sigh, and Meitro simply stared at the Mandichorda for almost ten minutes, simply looking down at the device - clearly upset at herself.* "Ain't your fault though, glinty. Only got meself to blame for that... 'ad someone ask if I was willin' ta lern, and I just turned 'em down in half a heartbeat - nobody else 'as asked since." >I'll leave it at this, but just know that if you get back into this at any point, I'm willing to pick up this RP - no matter how dead it is.
> [{quoted}](name=SonaSingAlong,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Z7KB2kPB,comment-id=0008000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000f,timestamp=2019-02-02T02:21:25.769+0000) > > "Was it too short?" Lamb asked curiously. "I am used to catering to Wolf's short attention span. Were he to have a tail he would go back and forth between chasing it and whatever his next treat is," she explained. "The story itself is one of many little folk tales that have been passed down from generation to generation and is a favorite of ours. People like to tell stories about us, and we remember everything. There are few things present at every moment of a person's life. We are one of those." Wolf was quickly bored by Lamb's explanation. Just lots of words. She wasn't telling a story and she wasn't talking about hunting, so what did he care? "Your question is interesting. Humans are fascinating. What did you think the story was about? What could I possible have been suggesting about you? Is it that you feel out of place in a land that bans magic? Do you feel lonely to the point where your only friend is yourself?" Lamb continued, somewhat excited at the possibility of learning something about humans.
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