Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Hello there! I'd like to request a hiatus until October 5 aprox. I'm going on holidays (finally ffs). I'll stalk you on my phone! Please put Kayn and Talon on away until then. Thanks for keeping up with the list!
: > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aAbHsJst,comment-id=005e000000020000000200000001000000010000000100000000,timestamp=2019-07-24T05:35:34.402+0000) > > *There would have been a moment where Ariella was going to speak, but thought better on it. A minute or so would pass, and the Lhothan would begin speaking again. They had began walking (assumedly Luxanna was following, or keeping rough pace?), every so often Ariella's footsteps would randomly twist and falter, giving her a semi-drunken stagger from time to time.* > > "Is there somewhere... discrete... I can allow myself out of this rather confining set of clothes?" *Ariella, for maybe the eight time within an hour, began scratching at the odd angle behind and to the right of her head.* "Not desperately important, but just... extremely uncomfortable for me to be wearing this hood." Lux frowned and looked around. There weren't too many places in Demacia that weren't under the watchful eye of someone. "Pretty much everywhere outdoors will have someone somewhere watching over it." Lux replied quietly. "Even if it's just a shopkeeper or something. I don't know... if you need to get out of that stuff for a few hours, I suppose I know a few places where..." She carefully looked around. "...where magic people sometimes congregate." > [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aAbHsJst,comment-id=005e0000000200000002000000010000000100000002,timestamp=2019-07-30T07:18:57.295+0000) > > Jamie smirks looking at lux teasingly as she try to cover up the Sylas topic, he already knew who this kind hearted naughty girl is “ ok fine no one knows then~” he said like as if he Knew what happen, which he does > > “ battle huh, guess the bigger the civilization the bigger the problem aye. That’s why I prefer living in nature or smaller civilization like where I came from” he sighed before pay his attention back at her “ so um lux, I heard your aunt is gonna make you marry prince jarvan making you into his queen. What will you do lux? If ezreal heard about this he will be heart broken” Jamie look amused wonder how she would react, curious what her plan A or B would be for this forceful married without packing real love in it. Lux winced. "Jarvan has been Garen's friend for years, so I know him well." Lux said. "But... look, I've been under my family's thumb for a long time, and I'm just about done with it. So... we'll see what happens. I have my own plans, and I'm not going to put them off for much longer." > [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aAbHsJst,comment-id=005e000000020000000200000001000000010000000100000001,timestamp=2019-08-01T21:27:18.902+0000) > > Nodding her head knowing Lux is always right about matters like this, Aline would continue to help Lux with the fake spider being lowered down before having it have contact with Razor who blinked only to actually freak out by leaping right out of bed with a loud yelp with a dagger in reverse grip as he looked around where his eyes saw them. Lowering the blade as he tossed it on the ground harmlessly, the kid shook his head before turning on the lantern seeing the spider. > > **"You're kidding, right?"** He asked them arms crossed as he looked at the spider then them again. The answer to Razor's question would come in the form of Lux bursting out laughing. She nearly fell over as she cackled with glee. "You should have seen the look on your face!" She exclaimed, hopefully not waking anybody else up. "That's what you get for telling us scary insect stories!" > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aAbHsJst,comment-id=005e000000020000000200000003,timestamp=2019-08-02T07:11:15.612+0000) > > //fml notifications. There's a small reference to the [JoJ](https://lol.gamepedia.com/The_Journal_of_Justice/Volume_1,_Issue_30) just because reasons. > > > The trail of black rose petals ended in a stark contrast with the majestic white walls of Demacia. Even Talon himself was a shadow difficult to hide in that forcefully righteous capital. > > During the day he would pass as another irrelevant peasant, perhaps one coming from the valleys of Uwendale. it didn't matter. That night he'd hunt his target. But just like all secrets, it was hidden beneath a lock. And he would need a key. A magical, luminous key. Talon inwardly cursed when he understood the risk of the mission. Bloody mages and their secrets. > > A simple parchment had been sent to Lux, a coded rubric that belonged to old war secrets between Noxus and Demacia. Talon expected a brilliant mage like her to investigate and discover the meaning. The rubric he had learned under Du Couteau's tutelage was a secret language only a few could figure out how to crack without prior instruction. > > Hopefully, his expectations would be met. > > The deciphered message would contain coordinates leading to a village in the outskirts of the capital. A village were an important court member resided during Summer. > > And Talon would wait, day and night. It shouldn't take her more than a week,_ right?_ The moment Lux opened that letter, she grabbed the dagger off her desk and hastily looked around for any incoming attackers. She recognized the language right away, and there weren't many people who knew that language who Lux trusted. At best, it was Fiora trying to set her up somehow. With a frown, she got to work decoding it - something that took time rather than any real effort. With the tedium of doing a few pages of long division, Lux finally managed to uncover the message... and was surprised to learn that she was apparently being called to one of the random villages outside of the main city. No farmers or peasants knew of the language, so this was definitely some kind of setup. A court member was there, but Lux didn't expect that he knew the language. But it was a message that she couldn't ignore. So, carrying as many magical implements of self-defense that she could secretly carry, Lux made her way to the village early in the morning. Lux was one of the few Nobles who most peasants didn't awkwardly avoid, so nobody was put off by the unexpected arrival of a Crownguard to this tiny farming village. Arriving near the center of the village, Lux frowned, and looked around, not sure what exactly to look for. > [{quoted}](name=Eternal Torment,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aAbHsJst,comment-id=0065,timestamp=2019-08-03T06:44:23.410+0000) > > [Evilarr](https://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/skin-champion-concepts/vGE862rO-evilarr-the-demacias-hope) and hew crew just docked in at the southern port of the Great City of Demacia. > > She had heard that the main capital had some uproars as of late and decided to check in, but as everything seemed to be faring well, she decided to stay for vacation and ration-restock. And of course to visit her favorite Persons. It has been nearly a decade since she was last in Demacia, so she hopes to see just how much everyone had grown. > > First stop was the Crownguard estate. She needed to see the little lightbulb that was Lux. Her presence had been announced by the Guards and she was let through towards the main Gate of the massive estate, where she was to wait for the Courier to give notice to the Crownguards. One of the Crownguard's many couriers went to retrieve Lux, who had been casually going about her day. She didn't have anything of note that needed tending to today, so she was pleasantly surprised that they had some visitors. She didn't recognize the person's name, but that wasn't unusual. A family as important as the Crownguards got many unexpected and high-profile visitors. The courier led Lux close to the front gates before excusing himself, as to not intrude on a conversation that did not concern him. This left Lux to greet the visitor. "Hello!" Lux said cheerfully. "How may I help you?"
> [{quoted}](name=Dear Luxanna,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aAbHsJst,comment-id=00650000,timestamp=2019-08-03T18:14:08.410+0000) > The moment Lux opened that letter, she grabbed the dagger off her desk and hastily looked around for any incoming attackers. She recognized the language right away, and there weren't many people who knew that language who Lux trusted. At best, it was Fiora trying to set her up somehow. > > With a frown, she got to work decoding it - something that took time rather than any real effort. With the tedium of doing a few pages of long division, Lux finally managed to uncover the message... and was surprised to learn that she was apparently being called to one of the random villages outside of the main city. No farmers or peasants knew of the language, so this was definitely some kind of setup. A court member was there, but Lux didn't expect that he knew the language. > > But it was a message that she couldn't ignore. So, carrying as many magical implements of self-defense that she could secretly carry, Lux made her way to the village early in the morning. Lux was one of the few Nobles who most peasants didn't awkwardly avoid, so nobody was put off by the unexpected arrival of a Crownguard to this tiny farming village. Arriving near the center of the village, Lux frowned, and looked around, not sure what exactly to look for. // totally missed my post in the body of posts!! Talon had easily blended with the villagers, a lonely figure in the tavern. At times he offered various services with a strange excellence but with an absolute lack of passion. He had become like some sort of efficient entity whose work everyone appreciated but at the same time, no one recognized. The man was like a shadow, a forgettable face only to be remembered by his actions. The arrival of the young Crownguard was easily noticed. Her radiance was welcomed by the villagers, but as an assassin, he knew he couldn't underestimate her. Beneath that luminous and friendly demeanor, there was one of the best mages Demacia could offer. A dangerous enemy, and probably a very smart one even if kindness and honor were flagrant weakness. She had deciphered the rubric faster than expected, he had to tread carefully. Just as Lux crossed the central market, she would feel two eyes staring directly at her back. Talon had made it obvious, the golden hawk-like gaze was cold and unforgiving but at the same, it invited her. The moment she looked in his direction, he'd nod at her and turn back, starting to head to the outskirts of the village, where the white marble graves crossed the rural landscape. There he'd wait, under the shadow of a Lamb and Wolf statue adorning the entrance.
: > [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002200000000000000000000000000000001000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-10T16:57:44.404+0000) > > "I suppose that from a practical level our relative mortality is all that makes us different in Noxus," Karthus observed. "You're deadlier than most, so you are where you are. I myself was far from deadly when I was alive. It is a small wonder I survived to adulthood. None of my siblings did. It's quite sad really. Noxus hasn't changed in the slightest since I was alive all those years ago." > > The Deathsinger relaxed a bit. He didn't notice any magic worthy of his concern nearby and one of the best Noxus had to offer was already right in front of him. The chances that he would be stabbed in the back were nil. "You aren't forced to listen," Karthus said. "You could leave. I've already told you why I'm here. If you want to talk, I have until the spirits of black and white finally choose to come after me. That could be now, or that could be forever away. As far as the powerful mages that are here in Noxus, they are hardly a concern of mine at the moment. Everyone in Noxus fears death." "The past means nothing. You are that aura and a creature of the shadows. I am my blades. You either died cursed and painfully or committed unspeakable crimes to become what you are, or most certainly both". While his path had not been that different. A duel and a choice, then a form of nothingness and loyalty, a vow..., that was all that he was, the legacy of Du Couteau inscribed in his blades. He glanced aside, his hawk-like eyes stabbed the darkness around them. "I will listen. Not every day the voice of death crosses my path offering such. But be warned, the shadows have eyes. This is not a place." He turned back, lips stretching into a silent sneer. What would the General say if he saw him willingly summoning a specter like Karthus into the Du Couteau manor? Hopefully, Lady Du Couteau wouldn't notice it despite her absence. The woman was cunningly wicked.
> [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000100000000000000000008,timestamp=2019-08-31T20:57:58.938+0000) > "Living creatures without their instincts to survive are mere corpses." The assassin jabbed back, calm despite the danger. He sensed no mortal intentions in the lich despite the power he evidently possessed. General Du Couteau was far dangerous, behind in his mere presence was enough to assure his senses and reflexes never dulled. "The Kindred, huh." Talon lowered his head, the face disappearing into the shadows of the hood. "A true Noxian is meant to die by the wolf's fangs. A violent death. The lamb's embrace is for the weak and the sickly. A peaceful death is scorned among the people of Noxus." "Though I cannot prevent myself from wondering who or what could ever hunt an entity like you."
: > [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002200000000000000000000000000000001000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-10T16:57:44.404+0000) > > "I suppose that from a practical level our relative mortality is all that makes us different in Noxus," Karthus observed. "You're deadlier than most, so you are where you are. I myself was far from deadly when I was alive. It is a small wonder I survived to adulthood. None of my siblings did. It's quite sad really. Noxus hasn't changed in the slightest since I was alive all those years ago." > > The Deathsinger relaxed a bit. He didn't notice any magic worthy of his concern nearby and one of the best Noxus had to offer was already right in front of him. The chances that he would be stabbed in the back were nil. "You aren't forced to listen," Karthus said. "You could leave. I've already told you why I'm here. If you want to talk, I have until the spirits of black and white finally choose to come after me. That could be now, or that could be forever away. As far as the powerful mages that are here in Noxus, they are hardly a concern of mine at the moment. Everyone in Noxus fears death." "The past means nothing. You are that aura and a creature of the shadows. I am my blades. You either died cursed and painfully or committed unspeakable crimes to become what you are, or most certainly both". While his path had not been that different. A duel and a choice, then a form of nothingness and loyalty, a vow..., that was all that he was, the legacy of Du Couteau inscribed in his blades. He glanced aside, his hawk-like eyes stabbed the darkness around them. "I will listen. Not every day the voice of death crosses my path offering such. But be warned, the shadows have eyes. This is not a place." He turned back, lips stretching into a silent sneer. What would the General say if he saw him willingly summoning a specter like Karthus into the Du Couteau manor? Hopefully, Lady Du Couteau wouldn't notice it despite her absence. The woman was cunningly wicked.
> [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000100000000000000000006,timestamp=2019-08-17T00:13:36.266+0000) > > "Why do you think I left?" Karthus asked, "Why do you think all these people are departing with me? The Shadow Isles have had heroes in the past, people willing to put themselves at risk for the benefit of society. Fibers of that old moral cord still remain, and it is up to those of us with vision of a better future to twist it back together. No one in Noxus is that kind of leader. Who here has any hope of living in a better society?" > > Karthus allowed the ghosts to disappear of their own accord. Each went to their new home, flying through the night sky. The Deathsinger himself remained at ease. "The requiem is not simply to usher in death. It also is intended to herald in a new age of peace. An era without suffering and bloodshed. One where you don't have to worry about mere survival every waking moment. Wouldn't you want to live a life where you don't have to worry about a random urchin shanking you?" The scene was strangely soothing. He had heard of the ghost crossing the night, nebulous in their moonlit mist. That sight could only belong to the legends and folk tales polluting the gutters. The ghosts of the dead finding a new home, free of hunger and disease, of the winter's cold and misery. Sometimes that form of death was an act of mercy. A small smile curved the assassin's lips as he still stared above, the ghosts dispersing in the blue glow. "I wouldn't be able to live in a place like this. I can't live without death in my hands, around me, stalking me in every shadow. I hunt it back," His gaze returned to Karthus, now certain that his training and experience were useless against him, and that hopelessness created allowed him to lower his guard. "You have made it evident now, I live because you allow it. My blades are useless against you. But at the same time, you speak of salvation through death. You know curses better than no one. Though the day I die I hope to become a wretched spirit to fulfill my promise."
: > [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002200000000000000000000000000000001000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-10T16:57:44.404+0000) > > "I suppose that from a practical level our relative mortality is all that makes us different in Noxus," Karthus observed. "You're deadlier than most, so you are where you are. I myself was far from deadly when I was alive. It is a small wonder I survived to adulthood. None of my siblings did. It's quite sad really. Noxus hasn't changed in the slightest since I was alive all those years ago." > > The Deathsinger relaxed a bit. He didn't notice any magic worthy of his concern nearby and one of the best Noxus had to offer was already right in front of him. The chances that he would be stabbed in the back were nil. "You aren't forced to listen," Karthus said. "You could leave. I've already told you why I'm here. If you want to talk, I have until the spirits of black and white finally choose to come after me. That could be now, or that could be forever away. As far as the powerful mages that are here in Noxus, they are hardly a concern of mine at the moment. Everyone in Noxus fears death." "The past means nothing. You are that aura and a creature of the shadows. I am my blades. You either died cursed and painfully or committed unspeakable crimes to become what you are, or most certainly both". While his path had not been that different. A duel and a choice, then a form of nothingness and loyalty, a vow..., that was all that he was, the legacy of Du Couteau inscribed in his blades. He glanced aside, his hawk-like eyes stabbed the darkness around them. "I will listen. Not every day the voice of death crosses my path offering such. But be warned, the shadows have eyes. This is not a place." He turned back, lips stretching into a silent sneer. What would the General say if he saw him willingly summoning a specter like Karthus into the Du Couteau manor? Hopefully, Lady Du Couteau wouldn't notice it despite her absence. The woman was cunningly wicked.
> [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000100000000000000000004,timestamp=2019-08-03T06:27:33.806+0000) > > "For someone who must constantly keep their eyes open to survive, your horizons are quite narrow," Karthus commented. "Kill or be killed. Freedom is strength. Justice is power. Noxian life in a nutshell. I know you're successful at living it. Maybe that's why you don't care so much about what happened in the past and what is to come." > > The ghost sighed, his chest visibly heaving as his ethereal body relaxed. "Both of us know that Noxus doesn't breed heroes. This rotten place hasn't seen a hero since Mordekaiser was overthrown. THAT is what it takes to make a hero in Noxus: a miracle. I know of few who could challenge the might behind that first empire, years before I cloaked myself in the Black Mist and gave my final breath to the sing that will one day ring in the eats of all. This is a prelude, assassin. An overture is soon to come. Behold, my choir has grown," the Deathsinger gestured and dozens of ghosts appeared around him. "All these souls heard my call and joined their voices with mine. We are preparing a concert that will be remembered forever. It will end with a Requiem that will be the catharsis Noxus, and the whole world, has been longing for." Talon lowered his head in a quiet snort. The specter was strangely optimistic in his own twisted way. Thinking about the future? Shadows knew no future, those born in the gutters only understood the meaning of daily survival. Live today for it may be the last one. Though the fleeting jovial mood disappeared as swiftly as it had happened. The ghosts surrounded them, linked in the same dark mist to the ghastly apparition. The assassin knew this could be his last mistake if not handled appropriately. "Death can only create death. Your choir will be the requiem for a dying nation? Is that what you wish to show me? The death of countless within this city." His eyes then closed, his face remaining in shadows. "Yes, this isn't a city of heroes like Demacia, but some believe themselves to be. The Hand of Noxus, or the stone statue adorning the memorial in General Sion's name. You may find the closest things to heroes there, but not here, Karthus, not in this filthy alley before me."
: > [{quoted}](name=afmghost,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aAbHsJst,comment-id=006200000000,timestamp=2019-06-06T18:09:22.800+0000) > > Lux, > It is spelt "mordhau," with an H. On top of that, it's easy to understand that even a demacian can figure it out. Just grip the sword by the blade and attack with the hilt. Good against heavy armor. > MARTA MARIA! > > -A Crusader from the Knight's Templar- _Tactically Foolish Knight,_ _You might as well just bring a spare warhammer to the fight, if you want to do that! Or attack with the flat of your blade! YOUR technique would either cut your hand or damage your blade against your own armor!_ _Shocked,_ _Lux_ > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aAbHsJst,comment-id=006200000001,timestamp=2019-06-06T20:20:03.273+0000) > > "You try walking on your heel when all your life, you've only used ball and toes." *She sighed, and pressed her toes down more; Ariella's heel pushed up and out of the shoe, and the sheer length of her foot...* > *It wasn't natural, maybe a good fifty percent longer than what should be human, but still as narrow as most women's feet were. Ariella put her foot back into the shoe, biting her lower lip while doing so.* > "No. Not even *close* to comfortable. And don't get me *STARTED* on this hood..." > > *Ariella simply turned slightly, looking off to the left, blinking once or twice, before sighing.* "I'm still confused about why you even helped me earlier. Was expecting some noblewoman like you to be snooty and scream for guards the second I confirmed suspicions, not have casual conversation with a Vastaya." *She turned back to Lux, eyes slightly narrowed.* > "What *exactly* are you even playing at?" Lux sighed. Ariella's assumption was exactly why she didn't like Nobles like Fiora. Snootily screaming for the guards was something Fiora would do, assuming she didn't just cut Ariella down herself. "I'm not playing at anything." Lux protested defensively. "I was just trying to... I don't know, be nice, or something. Nice people exist in Demacia, you know. Lots of us. We... sorry, I shouldn't be arguing. I just didn't want you to be attacked by the guards, that's all." > [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aAbHsJst,comment-id=006200000002,timestamp=2019-06-09T21:43:31.027+0000) > > Seeing Lux beckon her to follow below deck, Aline would follow Lux not entirely sure of what they were going to do or what she has planned, but it was probably going to be good. > > *__ > > Razor would be in his small room with his lantern's light still illuminating most of the room's pitch darkness while the kid had a brush in his hand while armblade in his lap with its metal having a silver shine to it from the lantern's light. Brushing over the metal with a slow gentle movement of his hand, Razor's eyes were fixed on his task since he finds this the most relaxing of his days. What was going on in his head though was a mystery... > > *__ > > _**Razor's POV**_ > > For him, this trip has been a great experience all so far as he's seen a few wonders while at the sea while having a few fails, however, he was at peace for a long time in his life. But how will he fare once faced with his old home? Will his temper and grudge get the better of his nature? Will he forgive those from his life's past? > > Now having finished polishing his blade, he would raise it in the air with his red eyes in the metal's reflection as he would just stare at himself for a few seconds before putting it down near the wall before slumping on the bed just tired. Closing his eyes as he blew out the lantern's flame inside, the kid went into a deep sleep. > > *__ > > Seeing now that Razor was asleep, Aline would look at Lux for their next action. Lux led the way into the room she had claimed for this trip. She quickly examined the room for spiders, and took extra care to look under the bed for them. Satisfied that only two-legged beings occupied the room at the moment, Lux began to plot her revenge. "Alright, I think we can make a spider out of a rum bottle and some orange peels." Lux offered. "And maybe we can have it drop down from the ceiling at Razor, using some rope as its web?" > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aAbHsJst,comment-id=0063,timestamp=2019-06-10T08:36:49.811+0000) > > // Would you be interested in some strange mission? Yes. I'll break into Demacia. {{summoner:4}} (Sure!) > [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aAbHsJst,comment-id=005e0000000200000002,timestamp=2019-06-10T20:38:02.712+0000) > > “ well I’m pretty new around here, and I mainly here to see you lux just to talk and spend some time with you” he said smiling back at her, Jamie is a mage after all he had to wear a magical suppress ring to hide his magic knowing demacia not welcome mages. "Aww." Lux giggled. "That's nice. Well alright, we can just walk around aimlessly for a while, then. So, the shops and more touristy places are this way. There's not much to see in the residential areas, so let's hang around here for now... and anyway, how are you?"
> [{quoted}](name=Dear Luxanna,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aAbHsJst,comment-id=005e00000002000000020000,timestamp=2019-06-15T00:18:12.391+0000) > > "Alright, I think we can make a spider out of a rum bottle and some orange peels." Lux offered. "And maybe we can have it drop down from the ceiling at Razor, using some rope as its web?" > > (Sure!) > //fml notifications. There's a small reference to the [JoJ](https://lol.gamepedia.com/The_Journal_of_Justice/Volume_1,_Issue_30) just because reasons. The trail of black rose petals ended in a stark contrast with the majestic white walls of Demacia. Even Talon himself was a shadow difficult to hide in that forcefully righteous capital. During the day he would pass as another irrelevant peasant, perhaps one coming from the valleys of Uwendale. it didn't matter. That night he'd hunt his target. But just like all secrets, it was hidden beneath a lock. And he would need a key. A magical, luminous key. Talon inwardly cursed when he understood the risk of the mission. Bloody mages and their secrets. A simple parchment had been sent to Lux, a coded rubric that belonged to old war secrets between Noxus and Demacia. Talon expected a brilliant mage like her to investigate and discover the meaning. The rubric he had learned under Du Couteau's tutelage was a secret language only a few could figure out how to crack without prior instruction. Hopefully, his expectations would be met. The deciphered message would contain coordinates leading to a village in the outskirts of the capital. A village were an important court member resided during Summer. And Talon would wait, day and night. It shouldn't take her more than a week,_ right?_
: > [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002200000000000000000000000000000001000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-10T16:57:44.404+0000) > > "I suppose that from a practical level our relative mortality is all that makes us different in Noxus," Karthus observed. "You're deadlier than most, so you are where you are. I myself was far from deadly when I was alive. It is a small wonder I survived to adulthood. None of my siblings did. It's quite sad really. Noxus hasn't changed in the slightest since I was alive all those years ago." > > The Deathsinger relaxed a bit. He didn't notice any magic worthy of his concern nearby and one of the best Noxus had to offer was already right in front of him. The chances that he would be stabbed in the back were nil. "You aren't forced to listen," Karthus said. "You could leave. I've already told you why I'm here. If you want to talk, I have until the spirits of black and white finally choose to come after me. That could be now, or that could be forever away. As far as the powerful mages that are here in Noxus, they are hardly a concern of mine at the moment. Everyone in Noxus fears death." "The past means nothing. You are that aura and a creature of the shadows. I am my blades. You either died cursed and painfully or committed unspeakable crimes to become what you are, or most certainly both". While his path had not been that different. A duel and a choice, then a form of nothingness and loyalty, a vow..., that was all that he was, the legacy of Du Couteau inscribed in his blades. He glanced aside, his hawk-like eyes stabbed the darkness around them. "I will listen. Not every day the voice of death crosses my path offering such. But be warned, the shadows have eyes. This is not a place." He turned back, lips stretching into a silent sneer. What would the General say if he saw him willingly summoning a specter like Karthus into the Du Couteau manor? Hopefully, Lady Du Couteau wouldn't notice it despite her absence. The woman was cunningly wicked.
> [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000100000000000000000002,timestamp=2019-07-20T05:43:42.226+0000) > Strangely, Talon's gaze did not hide the surprise. Was the voice of death imploring him to understand? A being that could easily end his life, or so he had sensed. That was how the world was for those risen in the gutters. Respect those who can kill him, kill those who can't, there was no other way of living. "The Grand General's defeat was his only opportunity to seize strength he ignored. Now he has risen above all and his power, borrowed or not, grants him that privilege. I am an assassin, I kill for those who can earn my favor and have the gold in their pockets to sustain it. The rest..., is irrelevant to me." Those eyes then narrowed, perhaps transparent in his lie. General Du Couteau had taught him otherwise. "Noxus pales in comparison to the darkness of the Isles. Is that why you're here? Returning to your homeland to either seek solace or to spread the Mists..., either way, I'm no hero to stop you."
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002600000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-19T12:03:36.009+0000) > > // Sorry buddy, I missed the short post! > > "For someone in your situation, you demand too much. Why should I answer? Why should I allow you to live? These are the streets of Noxus. The weak, the wounded, the sick and hungry. Die." Talon looked up, the golden eyes sharp and soulless. It had been a long night chasing down a trail of black rose petals. > > He was in a particularly merciless mood. *talon would see the man tense even more, standing straight as a blade* "a wounded animal is often the one that fights the hardest, blade master, and this wound is nothing compared to the rest of my scars" *the man removed his hood showing a older face with crinkles and lines, while the small view of his neck showed at least three scars, the man had a slight frelijord tilt*
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0026000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-19T20:05:00.318+0000) > > *talon would see the man tense even more, standing straight as a blade* "a wounded animal is often the one that fights the hardest, blade master, and this wound is nothing compared to the rest of my scars" *the man removed his hood showing a older face with crinkles and lines, while the small view of his neck showed at least three scars, the man had a slight frelijord tilt* There was no empathy nor mercy as the assassin's gaze met the scarred face of the elderly. Probably another of Noxus' countless war veterans, though it was strange to find them standing in the wet filth of an alley. "Just another Noxian like the countless others who now rot in the gutters. What makes you different? Too naive for your age if you believe someone like me will honor that and spare you." And yet his arms remained lifeless, hidden under the cloak woven in blades. "You have taken a wrong turn---or perhaps you'd be so foolish to seek me out?"
: > [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002200000000000000000000000000000001000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-10T16:57:44.404+0000) > > "I suppose that from a practical level our relative mortality is all that makes us different in Noxus," Karthus observed. "You're deadlier than most, so you are where you are. I myself was far from deadly when I was alive. It is a small wonder I survived to adulthood. None of my siblings did. It's quite sad really. Noxus hasn't changed in the slightest since I was alive all those years ago." > > The Deathsinger relaxed a bit. He didn't notice any magic worthy of his concern nearby and one of the best Noxus had to offer was already right in front of him. The chances that he would be stabbed in the back were nil. "You aren't forced to listen," Karthus said. "You could leave. I've already told you why I'm here. If you want to talk, I have until the spirits of black and white finally choose to come after me. That could be now, or that could be forever away. As far as the powerful mages that are here in Noxus, they are hardly a concern of mine at the moment. Everyone in Noxus fears death." "The past means nothing. You are that aura and a creature of the shadows. I am my blades. You either died cursed and painfully or committed unspeakable crimes to become what you are, or most certainly both". While his path had not been that different. A duel and a choice, then a form of nothingness and loyalty, a vow..., that was all that he was, the legacy of Du Couteau inscribed in his blades. He glanced aside, his hawk-like eyes stabbed the darkness around them. "I will listen. Not every day the voice of death crosses my path offering such. But be warned, the shadows have eyes. This is not a place." He turned back, lips stretching into a silent sneer. What would the General say if he saw him willingly summoning a specter like Karthus into the Du Couteau manor? Hopefully, Lady Du Couteau wouldn't notice it despite her absence. The woman was cunningly wicked.
> [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-07-07T04:25:50.581+0000) > > "Justice in Noxus is the will of the stronger. By Noxian standards, I haven't committed a crime in my entire centuries-long unlife," Karthus replied. "The past may mean nothing to you," he continued, "but it is my past that drives me forward. Had I not suffered in my short life, we wouldn't be having this conversation." > > "I bring tidings of death," the Deathsinger explained, "you have already seen me at work, granting peace to those unfortunate souls who need it most. Many have joined my choir this evening. However, that isn't of much concern to you, as you and your ilk occupy the top run of Noxian society. How many, do you think, are deadlier than you in this accursed city? I don't know all the rumors or keep track of all the powers that be, but I'm aware of the existence of the Black Rose, and Jericho Swain's reputation precedes him. You're quite right. Eyes are everywhere around us, but do I care who is watching me? The worst they can do is kill." Karthus lowered his voice and glared intently at Talon. Steel, icicles, and even the embrace of death were warmer than the specter's demure countenance. "Death, in my experience, is much more pleasant than life. My experience is unusual, so you can't take my anecdotes at my word, but look up," Karthus implored, gesturing towards the Immortal Bastion, "Noxus has been in the shadow of death ever since it was founded. I know that you, who walks on the thin edge of the knife, are aware of how close you are to losing your life at every moment. Is this really how you want to live?" "The streets of Noxus have their own meaning of justice and crime. " Talon replied, careless of the atrocities the stranger may or may not have committed. But his eyes narrowed. That accursed name angered him in ways no death or tortured soul could have ever. It was obvious now what the other sought. "No, it is naiive to think the worst they can do is kill", the assassin retorted. "Magic is a privilege among the powerful in Noxus. Blood and talent dictate your path, even those who have not knelt before the empire before are given the opportunity to polish their ability if they comply." Those ghastly eyes were met, his assassin body, deadened senses which could easily remind Karthus of an unfeeling corpse. "I live and die by the blade, that's all. If you govern death as you seem, then why are you so surprised some may be dead alive? An assassin is a blade in the weapon of a master. Keen and useful, nothing more."
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0026000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-23T07:25:53.894+0000) > > The assassin had been perched on the rooftops above, his gaze lost in the dark shapes of sunset even if he had no target that particular evening. It was easy to confuse his motionless silhouette with another of the gargoyles or stone wolves somberly adorning the landscape. > > Until he caught the sight of that image stumbling in the dark. The stench of blood, pungent and familiar. But that wasn't what felt like an oppressive claw in his gut. He dropped from his perch, his eyes sharp like a hawk as he soundlessly landed behind the stranger. > > Only the whispering blades answered the wounded man's pain. But not intended to kill. The blades clinked on purpose against the wall next to his head. A simple, quiet warning. *the man looked towards the wall, then whirled round to face the being behind him, his hands tensing and his eyes hard* "and who might you be?"
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00260000000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-23T13:20:30.755+0000) > > *the man looked towards the wall, then whirled round to face the being behind him, his hands tensing and his eyes hard* "and who might you be?" // Sorry buddy, I missed the short post! "For someone in your situation, you demand too much. Why should I answer? Why should I allow you to live? These are the streets of Noxus. The weak, the wounded, the sick and hungry. Die." Talon looked up, the golden eyes sharp and soulless. It had been a long night chasing down a trail of black rose petals. He was in a particularly merciless mood.
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000000100000000,timestamp=2019-06-10T08:35:26.311+0000) > "I suppose that from a practical level our relative mortality is all that makes us different in Noxus," Karthus observed. "You're deadlier than most, so you are where you are. I myself was far from deadly when I was alive. It is a small wonder I survived to adulthood. None of my siblings did. It's quite sad really. Noxus hasn't changed in the slightest since I was alive all those years ago." The Deathsinger relaxed a bit. He didn't notice any magic worthy of his concern nearby and one of the best Noxus had to offer was already right in front of him. The chances that he would be stabbed in the back were nil. "You aren't forced to listen," Karthus said. "You could leave. I've already told you why I'm here. If you want to talk, I have until the spirits of black and white finally choose to come after me. That could be now, or that could be forever away. As far as the powerful mages that are here in Noxus, they are hardly a concern of mine at the moment. Everyone in Noxus fears death."
> [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002200000000000000000000000000000001000000000000,timestamp=2019-06-10T16:57:44.404+0000) > > "I suppose that from a practical level our relative mortality is all that makes us different in Noxus," Karthus observed. "You're deadlier than most, so you are where you are. I myself was far from deadly when I was alive. It is a small wonder I survived to adulthood. None of my siblings did. It's quite sad really. Noxus hasn't changed in the slightest since I was alive all those years ago." > > The Deathsinger relaxed a bit. He didn't notice any magic worthy of his concern nearby and one of the best Noxus had to offer was already right in front of him. The chances that he would be stabbed in the back were nil. "You aren't forced to listen," Karthus said. "You could leave. I've already told you why I'm here. If you want to talk, I have until the spirits of black and white finally choose to come after me. That could be now, or that could be forever away. As far as the powerful mages that are here in Noxus, they are hardly a concern of mine at the moment. Everyone in Noxus fears death." "The past means nothing. You are that aura and a creature of the shadows. I am my blades. You either died cursed and painfully or committed unspeakable crimes to become what you are, or most certainly both". While his path had not been that different. A duel and a choice, then a form of nothingness and loyalty, a vow..., that was all that he was, the legacy of Du Couteau inscribed in his blades. He glanced aside, his hawk-like eyes stabbed the darkness around them. "I will listen. Not every day the voice of death crosses my path offering such. But be warned, the shadows have eyes. This is not a place." He turned back, lips stretching into a silent sneer. What would the General say if he saw him willingly summoning a specter like Karthus into the Du Couteau manor? Hopefully, Lady Du Couteau wouldn't notice it despite her absence. The woman was cunningly wicked.
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00260000,timestamp=2019-06-10T08:18:57.405+0000) > > // Sure! Bring in whoever you have in mind. ((already have but ill do it again)) *an older man walked along the slums of noxus, bleeding heavily and staggering along, if you would look behind him you would see a long trail of blood that would lead to the gates and beyond, the man had a strange feeling about him almost as if whoever was looking wanted to look away*
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002600000000,timestamp=2019-06-10T22:19:22.525+0000) > > I think I'm alive, if the rats didn't eat me. The assassin had been perched on the rooftops above, his gaze lost in the dark shapes of sunset even if he had no target that particular evening. It was easy to confuse his motionless silhouette with another of the gargoyles or stone wolves somberly adorning the landscape. Until he caught the sight of that image stumbling in the dark. The stench of blood, pungent and familiar. But that wasn't what felt like an oppressive claw in his gut. He dropped from his perch, his eyes sharp like a hawk as he soundlessly landed behind the stranger. Only the whispering blades answered the wounded man's pain. But not intended to kill. The blades clinked on purpose against the wall next to his head. A simple, quiet warning.
: Ask Lux!
// Would you be interested in some strange mission? Yes. I'll break into Demacia. {{summoner:4}}
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002200000000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2019-05-28T06:01:55.055+0000) > "I speak from experience," Karthus answered, "though I must admit that I am lucky enough to have had the will to withstand my own death. That is why I have come here. The Black Mist shreds the minds of the weak willed, turning them into tortured and violent shadows of their former selves. Those that come with me retain their minds and hearts." Talon swiftly and precisely threw a knife at the Deathsinger's throat. The assassin was quick enough that Karthus didn't have time to react to the blade until it had already passed through his spectral form. Karthus paused, looked at Talon, and shrugged. "I do not know if I should be disappointed or angry," he commented. "So many people have tried killing me over the centuries, yet I continue on. How often is it, do you think, that I find someone who is actually a threat to me?" the ghost mused. Continuing: "There are two Noxians alive that have enough magical prowess for me to be careful near. I'm half convinced that one is all smoke and mirrors. This nation relies on silence, steel, and strength." Karthus waited a moment before making another reply. "And why would you not trust in my abilities?" he asked. "You have seen for yourself that I am who I claim to be."
> [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0022000000000000000000000000000000010000,timestamp=2019-05-29T04:02:55.752+0000) > The blade emitted a strange, almost sad metallic sound as it clinked against the wall and then fell directly to the wet cobblestone below, lost. "No." He replied, those hawk-like eyes glinting in the dark. "I was measuring the only thing that makes us different. Which of us can kill the other. That's the only world known in Noxus. To kill or to be killed. And it is obvious now why I'm forced to listen. Had you fallen to my blades, then it was clear you weren't worth my time," the assassin finally admitted. "But then I wonder why a spirit of death wishes to talk to me. There are powerful mages in the Empire but only a few dare show their face in the light. And yet, there is no light, but only illusions."
: ((would you mind talking to another seemingly unkillable immortal or is one to much right now?))
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0026,timestamp=2019-05-30T07:48:43.844+0000) > > ((would you mind talking to another seemingly unkillable immortal or is one to much right now?)) // Sure! Bring in whoever you have in mind.
: About Cassiopeia's bio update...
Talon will be an obstacle for Soreana. She needs him controlled or removed.{{summoner:11}}
Pale Mask (EUW)
: Mordekaiser Special Interactions
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0022000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-01T23:49:21.450+0000) > > Karthus smiled. "I do deliver death," he happily affirmed, "I can assure you that my quality of life vastly improved after I kicked the proverbial bucket. Now, whether or not I can save anyone is a completely different matter." The spirit explained: "I offer more than simply the release of death. I offer another chance at life. A life free of the suffering so present in these accursed gutters." The Deathsinger shook his head as Talon scorned the weak. How typical of the Noxian elite. The culture of the warlike empire had hardly changed in the centuries since Karthus died. "I can promise a certain death, swifter and more painless than with any weapon of war and even with most magic. I could even promise that death to the entire city, and given enough time, the entire Noxian empire. But how does that solve any of our problems?" Karthus mused. "I can see how it would be a merciful end for those we see around us, but why does it have to be and end?" Karthus smiled knowingly as a sneer crawled its way across Talon's half-concealed face. "I don't seek answers about the Noxian empire. I don't think the time is right. I came here tonight to bring those who need my gifts with me back to the Isles and to offer hope to those who want it," he replied. "However, I am intrigued by this lost soul of yours. I am capable of finding any soul, provided that it is hasn't been magically tampered with."
> [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-02T02:05:58.729+0000) > "Is that so?" The assassin looked up, his face expressionless and inhumanly cold despite being alive. "I'm not naiive enough to believe the words of a stranger, of a spirit whose presence can kill in ways blades could never." The eyes narrowed in the hood, barely visible as the gaslight flickered above them. "And yet you claim to soothe the souls of the dead even with that terrifying power. Not a player neither a pawn of the Noxian game, a being unkillable by those without faith-- however," without another word steel reverberated in the darkness, a swishing glint aimed directly at Karthus' throat, attempting to kill him, measure how useless his weapons were again the undead, and overall, testing him. May his blades measure trust. Talon wasn't a man of words, he allowed steel to do the talking.
: > [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00210000000100000000,timestamp=2019-04-07T16:02:22.460+0000) > "Ellen, the youngest of the house of Spirit-Mights, at your service, sir." > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-04-19T04:23:52.285+0000) > > Silence grew as heavy as darkness as seconds passed after the light of Breeze's voice quieted down. For several moments, the elderly butler simply stared, dumbfounded, at the young girl who glared at him so bravely. Then, his gaze slid over to the assassin who sat next to her. The shock on his face faded, to be replaced with...something unintelligible; a strange amalgamation of anger, amusement, confusion, and begrudging admiration. After what seemed like an eternity, He broke the silence. "...You mistake bravery for foolishness, girl." > "Why are you here if it's not death what you seek? This has been your last mistake." And then a cold, gentle cackle reverberated around the room. Unfazed by the sudden, chilling noise, Jenkins looked upward. Near the ceiling of the room, a small balcony overlooked the proceedings; extra space to entertain more guests if needed. Only one person occupied the balcony at the moment, but her mere commanding presence filled the entire space. Leaning on the marble railing that obscured her lower half, looking down upon them all stood Cassiopeia. Slitted, saffron eyes swept over them all as the youngest Du Couteau's painted lips curled into a dispassionate smirk. Her hands, sheathed in black velvet gloves up to her forearms, were laid upon the railing, her forefinger taping lightly against its surface. She was clad in an elegant black dress, accentuated with strips of red. It left very little to the imagination, but it was enough to keep her modesty. Her head and neck were shrouded by an ornate headdress that resembled a double headed axe; an obvious homage to the crest of Noxus. There was no mistaking her beauty, but there were few in Noxus who struck such an imposing figure. In response to his mistress' appearance, Jenkins bowed low at the waist. "Lady Cassiopeia, my apologies for the interruption; I do hope the boy did so tactfully, but I felt that this was rather pressing." Cassiopeia regarded him with a nod. "As always, you have done well. This has been very...enlightening, indeed." She lifted a gloved hand and gestured to Ellen (Breeze?). "After all, it is not often that our loathed enemy is hosted in my home." Her eyes bore into the girl's, like a predator looking upon its prey, and her honied words did little to obscure the danger within. "Tell me, child, why have you come?"
> [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00230000,timestamp=2019-04-19T06:31:17.237+0000) > > For several moments, the elderly butler simply stared, dumbfounded, at the young girl who glared at him so bravely. Then, his gaze slid over to the assassin who sat next to her. The shock on his face faded, to be replaced with...something unintelligible; a strange amalgamation of anger, amusement, confusion, and begrudging admiration. After what seemed like an eternity, He broke the silence. > > "...You mistake bravery for foolishness, girl." > > And then a cold, gentle cackle reverberated around the room. Unfazed by the sudden, chilling noise, Jenkins looked upward. Near the ceiling of the room, a small balcony overlooked the proceedings; extra space to entertain more guests if needed. Only one person occupied the balcony at the moment, but her mere commanding presence filled the entire space. Leaning on the marble railing that obscured her lower half, looking down upon them all stood Cassiopeia. > > Slitted, saffron eyes swept over them all as the youngest Du Couteau's painted lips curled into a dispassionate smirk. Her hands, sheathed in black velvet gloves up to her forearms, were laid upon the railing, her forefinger taping lightly against its surface. She was clad in an elegant black dress, accentuated with strips of red. It left very little to the imagination, but it was enough to keep her modesty. Her head and neck were shrouded by an ornate headdress that resembled a double headed axe; an obvious homage to the crest of Noxus. There was no mistaking her beauty, but there were few in Noxus who struck such an imposing figure. > > In response to his mistress' appearance, Jenkins bowed low at the waist. "Lady Cassiopeia, my apologies for the interruption; I do hope the boy did so tactfully, but I felt that this was rather pressing." > > Cassiopeia regarded him with a nod. "As always, you have done well. This has been very...enlightening, indeed." She lifted a gloved hand and gestured to Ellen (Breeze?). "After all, it is not often that our loathed enemy is hosted in my home." Her eyes bore into the girl's, like a predator looking upon its prey, and her honied words did little to obscure the danger within. "Tell me, child, why have you come?" // blep replied!
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0022000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-01T23:49:21.450+0000) > > Karthus smiled. "I do deliver death," he happily affirmed, "I can assure you that my quality of life vastly improved after I kicked the proverbial bucket. Now, whether or not I can save anyone is a completely different matter." The spirit explained: "I offer more than simply the release of death. I offer another chance at life. A life free of the suffering so present in these accursed gutters." The Deathsinger shook his head as Talon scorned the weak. How typical of the Noxian elite. The culture of the warlike empire had hardly changed in the centuries since Karthus died. "I can promise a certain death, swifter and more painless than with any weapon of war and even with most magic. I could even promise that death to the entire city, and given enough time, the entire Noxian empire. But how does that solve any of our problems?" Karthus mused. "I can see how it would be a merciful end for those we see around us, but why does it have to be and end?" Karthus smiled knowingly as a sneer crawled its way across Talon's half-concealed face. "I don't seek answers about the Noxian empire. I don't think the time is right. I came here tonight to bring those who need my gifts with me back to the Isles and to offer hope to those who want it," he replied. "However, I am intrigued by this lost soul of yours. I am capable of finding any soul, provided that it is hasn't been magically tampered with."
> [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00220000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-05-02T02:05:58.729+0000) > > // I'll get you briefly buddy! Not burying this one!
kraara (EUNE)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00230000,timestamp=2019-04-19T06:31:17.237+0000) > > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0021000000010000000000000001,timestamp=2019-04-19T04:24:15.308+0000) > This is fuuuun. Be active you two!! Breeze just stood and listened. When Telon´s words reached her ears, it sent a freezing chills down her spine, but she was not afrais: she knew some rection like this will come, she was aware that she never told him the full truth and may be even lied and that she practically used him and betrayed him. But that were her orders: not to harm heroes of Noxus, but to observe, learn and spy. And should she has ever been given the chance to start again with him, she would. The care she showed for him was not part of the order but something her own feelings made her to do. She sighed, feeling awful. Then the butler spoke up. Ellen paid a little attention to his words, proceeding Talon´s through her head over and over and trying to find the tininest bit of hope within them: not the hope that he would spare her life, she knew that chance has already passed. But the hope that before he killed her he would forgive her and kill her in... friendly way. Not regarding the pain and suffering, but kissing her before the act. At least. From her thoughts another sound disturbed her and she loooked up. And froze. Literally. Cassiopeia Du Coteau. A little they knew about the youngest fo the Du Coteau house back home. Notes about her beauty, then only rumors and myths about...who even knew what. But meeting her personaly was someting even Ellen was not trained and ready for. Unable to turn her gaze from Cassiopeia´s astonishing face she let her soft friendly green eyes to meet the raptile ones and gulped. Now, she was afaid. Now, it wa the freezing fear immobilizing her. "I have been summoned here, mylady."
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002300000000,timestamp=2019-04-19T10:08:15.380+0000) > got your post ma'am. My graveyard shift has killed my soul.
: > [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00210000000100000000,timestamp=2019-04-07T16:02:22.460+0000) > "Ellen, the youngest of the house of Spirit-Mights, at your service, sir." > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2019-04-19T04:23:52.285+0000) > > Silence grew as heavy as darkness as seconds passed after the light of Breeze's voice quieted down. For several moments, the elderly butler simply stared, dumbfounded, at the young girl who glared at him so bravely. Then, his gaze slid over to the assassin who sat next to her. The shock on his face faded, to be replaced with...something unintelligible; a strange amalgamation of anger, amusement, confusion, and begrudging admiration. After what seemed like an eternity, He broke the silence. "...You mistake bravery for foolishness, girl." > "Why are you here if it's not death what you seek? This has been your last mistake." And then a cold, gentle cackle reverberated around the room. Unfazed by the sudden, chilling noise, Jenkins looked upward. Near the ceiling of the room, a small balcony overlooked the proceedings; extra space to entertain more guests if needed. Only one person occupied the balcony at the moment, but her mere commanding presence filled the entire space. Leaning on the marble railing that obscured her lower half, looking down upon them all stood Cassiopeia. Slitted, saffron eyes swept over them all as the youngest Du Couteau's painted lips curled into a dispassionate smirk. Her hands, sheathed in black velvet gloves up to her forearms, were laid upon the railing, her forefinger taping lightly against its surface. She was clad in an elegant black dress, accentuated with strips of red. It left very little to the imagination, but it was enough to keep her modesty. Her head and neck were shrouded by an ornate headdress that resembled a double headed axe; an obvious homage to the crest of Noxus. There was no mistaking her beauty, but there were few in Noxus who struck such an imposing figure. In response to his mistress' appearance, Jenkins bowed low at the waist. "Lady Cassiopeia, my apologies for the interruption; I do hope the boy did so tactfully, but I felt that this was rather pressing." Cassiopeia regarded him with a nod. "As always, you have done well. This has been very...enlightening, indeed." She lifted a gloved hand and gestured to Ellen (Breeze?). "After all, it is not often that our loathed enemy is hosted in my home." Her eyes bore into the girl's, like a predator looking upon its prey, and her honied words did little to obscure the danger within. "Tell me, child, why have you come?"
> [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00230000,timestamp=2019-04-19T06:31:17.237+0000) > /// posty!
: Ask Talon - The Blade's End
That shrill of a laugh was exactly the last thing he needed. It covered his skin with something akin to goosebumps. Fortunately for all, hidden beneath the midnight blue leather. Yet a part of him knew Cassiopeia's snake instincts could perceive it regardless. Cassiopeia's shadow was cast upon them, the axe shaped ornament created the illusion the very will of Noxus had been cast upon him. The assassin accepted it, his whole body swallowed by the darkness of the image as he stood like a voiceless shadow next to Jenkins. Could his pride be tarnished even further? Probably, and Cassiopeia would assure he remembered it. His face had become complete darkness as words were exchange and progressively fell onto his body in the form of a quiet accusation. "I summoned her." The voice spoke up, calm, yet seething with cold rage. "I could lie and state I brought her here for you to decide her fate knowing she belongs to the Kingdom of Light. But I have pledged my blades to your father. Never I'll lie to you.." His head turned, eyes barely visible under the hood. Yet, his gaze could be felt like an edge against Ellen's pale neck. "I sensed this girl was unusual, she had followed me without dying for so long. Somehow, she pierced the darkness. As foolish as it sounds. I owe her." He glared back to Cassiopeia. "And I have no idea what to do with her."
: > [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00220000000000000000,timestamp=2019-04-06T17:11:26.534+0000) > > "In life I was never interested in politics. Survival and wisdom were my primary concerns," Karthus stated. "I have survived, but wisdom is as elusive as ever. I have found that there is always more to learn and always a greater master," he continued. The Deathsinger watched as Talon hung his arms by his sides, his ghostly eyes meeting the hawkish gaze of the assassin. The two found very different ways out of very similar circumstances. > > Karthus firmly declared, "I am not here to play Noxian politics. I am neither player nor pawn. Were I aiming to exert my power here, I would have come with the Harrowing. I am here to bring to solace of death to those who need it. Conquest is for simpletons. No, I would rather use persuasion." Karthus explained, "Noxus is the place that needs my gifts the most. Noxus exalts the powerful and the deceitful. My power gives strength to the meek and my message is simple and honest. I come by myself and will not join in the machinations of the High Command or the Black Rose. I want no part in the prolonging of life's suffering." > > "You are right when you say nothing has changed. Noxus is as in need of hope as ever. The scent is the same. The sky is the same. The nature of power here is the same. My home now, the Shadow Isles, have more life than this forsaken city and less death than these rancid gutters," Karthus scoffed. I wish to create a paradise, and am trying to do so one small step at a time. Soul by soul if necessary," he paused. "You are the first assassin of your rank I've seen. I can tell by the look in your eye everything I need to know about this place. It is the largest open grave in the world." > > "You look more grim than a tombstone. I would say an encouraging word, but it is plain as day that you don't have hope for Noxus." ((This got buried.))
> [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002200000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-04-21T01:46:11.110+0000) > > // *head desks * I'm sorry buddy!! thank you for refloating it The assassin's eyes were unreadable in the darkness of the hood. The evil apparition seemed to understand the living better than him, making the assassin mentally sneer at how scarred his existence truly was. WHat was there beyond blades and orders? Perhaps the satisfaction of freshly spilled blood and the praise of his Master. "That's true. You can save none. Someone like you can only kill. Your hands can only deliver death." _Just like mine._ The spirit had easily read him, a privilege very few had been granted, besides his Master. His gaze then narrowed as he slowly looked up, finally the face exposed, those amber eyes almost glowed in the dark, like rats or a nocturnal bird of prey. Dead, empty, as cold as the blades woven into his cloak. "The meek do not deserve strength if they could not obtain it themselves. Only those who prove themselves to Noxus will be able to crawl out of their gutters. Or die in there." A hand rose, emerging from the cloak, strangely soundless as if those blades had been exquisitely placed to assure movement would be as quiet as the night wind. "Unless the salvation you promise is exactly that. The peace of a certain death, without being devoured by the strong."He had seen them die, the pauper and the sick, the innocent, withering in the corners of the gutters, bodies sleeping and dead, resting, free of hunger and disease as the rodents took bits and pieces of them. Others simply trapped in the bars between the sewage. "How insolent of you to claim the dreaded Isles are more promising than Noxus." His lips finally stretched in a sneer. "But strangely true. if answers about this Empire is what you seek, I may be able to sell them to you. For a price. How capable are you of finding the soul of the dead?..."
kraara (EUNE)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002100000001000000000000,timestamp=2019-04-07T21:40:45.199+0000) > ((Yup. if she survives this, things are getting interesting :D))
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0021000000010000000000000000,timestamp=2019-04-08T11:07:50.004+0000) > > ((Yup. if she survives this, things are getting interesting :D)) // And you too!
: > [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00210000000100000000,timestamp=2019-04-07T16:02:22.460+0000) > ((Cass be in the shadows like: "Ooooo, dis gittin gud." {{sticker:slayer-pantheon-popcorn}} ))
> [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002100000001000000000000,timestamp=2019-04-07T21:40:45.199+0000) > > ((Cass be in the shadows like: "Ooooo, dis gittin gud." {{sticker:slayer-pantheon-popcorn}} )) // quotepoke
: Ask Talon - The Blade's End
Silence grew as heavy as darkness as seconds passed after the light of Breeze's voice quieted down. It felt like a strange mockery, a sludge from the sewers being rubbed all over his face as his arms hung lifelessly at the sides of his body. As ignorant as he had been born, General Du Couteau had trained him well...to identify the enemy. The pillars of light surrounding the Demacian enemy. "Why are you here if it's not death what you seek?" The voice was deep, inhumanly calm despite the acid now coursing through his body. A Demacian noblewoman had dared to follow him, 'help him', and now he had guided him into the lair of the Noxian most notorious assassins. Perhaps it was the bubbling anger mixed with shame into a disgusting brew what in that moment froze his body like a powerful binding spell. "This has been your last mistake." Could he act any foolish before the old butler? The strange remnant that bore the ghost of his master?
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00220000,timestamp=2019-03-24T15:43:57.017+0000) > > Karthus heard a splash as Talon dropped from his vantage point into a puddle. He wasn't expecting such a dramatic entrance, so he turned in surprise and faced the cloaked assassin. Karthus knew from his youth that people like Talon existed in Noxus, but he rarely saw them. In fact, this was his first time meeting an elite assassin in person. He furrowed his brow and looked closely at Talon's equipment. Nothing he saw posed any threat to the immaterial being, but you never knew what people in Noxus were hiding behind their backs. Karthus could easily tell that Talon wasn't here for voice lessons, so it was better for both to keep this comfortable distance. "I grew up here centuries ago," Karthus commented. "I grew up in the slums and alleys with nothing but rats to eat. It was my talent for song and my curiosity for death that brought me into the ranks of the Tally-Men of Kindred. I sought wisdom and understanding from the dead, and I eventually took the next logical step and discovered something wonderful. Unlife is much better than the painful life in the gutters," he explained to give a thorough introduction of himself. "Though I can tell you don't live the same way I did. I was never a killer." Karthus paused, but did not relax. Teams of assassins often found ways to distract their target, and if LeBlanc was teaming with the man in front of him, Karthus had to be ready to fight. "I would contend that Noxus was lost long before I visited, but it somehow lasts year after year in spite of the rot at its core," he shrugged. "My name is Karthus. Pleased to meet you."
> [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=002200000000,timestamp=2019-03-24T22:26:55.231+0000) > This was not the first time Talon stared into death itself. Death had become a familiar force in the dank alleys of Noxus, every corner, every shadow, all hid a blade rusted with blood. He remembered those far too well. But this entity was beyond death, beyond the silence of corpses. And yet there was a legend as old as the gutters, a man gently haunting the almshouses. Could it be the same? Karthus, that name had transcended more than he was willing to admit. "Noxus is the board where shadows play. Nothing has changed." Both arms hung lifeless at the sides of his body, hidden beneath the heavy cloak of blades. From the lich's perspective, Talon resembled a funerary statue more than a living being. "Yet, an entity like you who lived centuries ago is bound to return to the same chessboard. Player or pawn?" The assassin looked up, only one of his eyes revealed. A hawkish golden iris, cold like the steel woven into his cloak. Talon calculated his weapons would be useless against that entity. Even if his weapons could silence a caster's throat, they were only meant to slice through warm, beating flesh.
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0021,timestamp=2019-02-26T16:45:49.432+0000) > "If I killed you, Davian, it means I'd have to do your job. Or at least find someone and train them to replace you. It's a loss-loss on our head." Davian chuckled as he retreated, tossing a lazily flamboyant gesture to Talon over his shoulder. "You're so cute when you're deadly.~" After several minutes, the boy returned with a silver tray laden with two steaming cups, as well as an assortment of fine tea cakes. The young butler placed the tray on the exquisitely carved wooden table before them. "Help yourself. Master'll be along shortly." Humming merrily to himself, the boy trotted over to one of the walls and leaned against it. Pulling out one of the knives from beneath his coat, he began to twirl it between his fingers, occasionally flipping it into the air with an expert ease. It wasn't too much longer until, true to his word, the boy's master arrived. The door to the sitting room swung open, revealing the imposing figure of Jenkins Adder. The elderly man took a measured step into the sitting room as his dark eyes, as sharp as pointed as a crow's, swept over the assassin and his uninvited guest. After a brief moment, he closed the door behind him. He stood before the door then, his eyes narrowing in Talon's direction. His deep baritone, graveled with age, spoke of his immediate, yet not unexpected, displeasure. "Who is this stranger, assassin. Why have you allowed her to set foot on the grounds of your master?"
> [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00210000,timestamp=2019-03-22T05:11:37.842+0000) > > Davian chuckled as he retreated, tossing a lazily flamboyant gesture to Talon over his shoulder. "You're so cute when you're deadly.~" > Davian's words could do what his knives could not: scrape his pride. It was a little prick of anger yet restrained by a power beyond words and murder. He had learned the rules of the household far too well, even to bind his body like a chain (leash). And then, as if that wasn't enough..., the Breeze's openly annoying honesty. His perfectly disciplined body little transpired the tides of irritation that grated on his nerves, for he had become a quiet statue sitting on the nearest couch. Too obfuscated to even stop and prey on the delicious *free* food. But at that point, they could have been easily poisoned by Davian just to challenge his awareness. "She followed me." He first stated as if it was a valid explanation. "And she survived." Somehow. "She became the target of a blood mage's assault. The mage escaped. She survived, again." Then..., then, she had been around and. "She's a noble. Couldn't just kill her without giving you trouble. I'm not good at having things, my hands have always been empty except for the blades. Maybe you can find a use for her "talent"."
: A strange visitor floated through the streets of Noxus. It was good to remember where one came from, why one chose to live the way one does, and to keep in mind the motivation behind one's life choices. Karthus felt the need to do this once ever few decades at least, lest he settle down in his cozy castle and devote his unlife to research. He made his way into the slums, where he took the opportunity to perform his old duties and more also. Those close to death he added to his choir. He helped those in pain the only way he knew how: by singing the dirge that inevitably gathered people into the embrace of death. There would be rehearsals once Karthus returned to the Isles. Karthus knew full well that Noxus was full of thugs and assassins, but he payed little attention to them. There were very few potential threats to him in Noxus. The High Command or the Black Rose could inconvenience him, but stood little chance of destroying the lich. Conversely, Karthus wasn't likely to threaten Noxus on his own. He was here for s stroll down memory lane. Karthus certainly didn't notice Talon as the assassin traveled through Noxus, but Talon certainly noticed the undead reminiscing in the dingy streets.
> [{quoted}](name=AskKarthus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0022,timestamp=2019-03-22T04:54:45.144+0000) > > I'm honored by such dreadful visit. Death is inevitable. The assassin saw that figure nebulous in the mist, translucent in the dying light of dusk. His hands had seized the blades but were incapable of moving. Frozen in place. The threat he perceived was strangely too unreadable. Could he kill it? Would it kill him? To kill or to be killed were the only answers for the life in the gutters. The eerie presence of the entity felt worse than countless blades pressed against his body, like the shadows in the corners of his eyes as he chased the ghost of his mentor. It could only awaken the visceral fear of that which he could not kill. But he sensed that if he had perceived the lich's presence, it was beyond obvious it had sensed the throb of his uneasy heart. And yet there was a morbid temptation to defy his reliable survival instincts. The assassin dropped from his perch, the movement shattering the reflection on the rainwater puddle. It showed him alone, perhaps talking to another hallucination. "If spirits like you haunt the alleys, then Noxus is truly lost." and he'd have to find a way to silence the dead beyond their grave.
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b60000000000000000,timestamp=2019-01-11T04:28:53.537+0000) > "You standards have fallen if you call that poetry." Cassiopeia chuckled as she glided down the hallway. "I suppose your wit is the only dull weapon you possess." She cast a coy, sideways glance at the assassin; a look she did not give him often. "Sarcasm, darling." The youngest Du Couteau appeared to be in an uncharacteristically good mood. Her hips swayed with the roiling of her serpentine tail more emphatically than normal, and the corners of her painted lips were consistently curled into a small smirk. The last time that Cassiopeia was in such a good mood, a news report circulated among the gentry of a lesser noble family, who had been rumored to deal in trafficking child slaves, that had been brutally slaughtered. A note, written in the family head's own hand, detailed their involvement with the horrid trade; a full confession. The case was dropped, as there weren't any living members to face the charges. When Jenkins had asked of her involvement, she simply smiled and said that she had just gone for a stroll. > "I spoke my mind, I told you exactly what I remember." "He wasn't alive. He wasn't human. He wasn't there." Cassiopeia paused briefly, giving Talon a curious look. Her saffron gaze wandered over personage, as if she was examining him. After a few moments of silence, she seemed to decide something and hummed thoughtfully. She continued down the hallway wordlessly, only speaking again once she reached her bedchambers. Pushing the door inward, she beckoned Talon to follow her with an airy wave of her hand. Once inside, she removed her talons and tossed them casually on a nearby table. "Close the door." Slithering over to her bed, she slid onto it as gracefully as her monstrous form would allow. She lay back against the pillows, a contented sigh escaping her lips. Cassiopeia hadn't said as such, but the sizable vacancy beside her on her bed suggested that Talon should join her. "Katarina has not returned yet. I do not believe she will for some time."
> [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b600000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-08T09:19:26.592+0000) > > Cassiopeia's taunt only drew the inexpressive line of his lips even downwards. His wit was quick, mechanical and strangely adaptive. In the darkness of the gutters, there was no time for words. The delay of words would usually get you killed, blades were the only language assassins needed. Those were the teachings of his Master. To listen, to obey. Nobles and commanders would take care of the rest. "Keep the poison to yourself before your allies," the assassin retorted, always in that subtle (false) promise he was willing to reconsider his allegiances. But as time passed, the steps led them deeper into the once forbidden area of the manor. The chambers of the daughters; a place no one in Noxus was sane enough to even dream of. The daughters of the feared and equally respected General, both generous in beauty and wealth yet surrounded by the deadliest blades. The door clicked behind them, the sweet smell of that room was dangerously charming, yet all paled compared to the exuberant playfulness of the youngest daughter. She was planning something. No, **she had** planned something. As Cassiopeia slithered into her bed obviously inviting him, Talon stopped by the door, his face visible under the shadow of the hood. His expression was troubled, this defied his master's honor despite years of his disappearance. "Your kindness confuses me." Yet, he approached, standing inches before the bed. His figure tall and superior to her even if it was precisely the opposite. Weaker, defenseless, vulnerable, that was he was before those golden eyes. Ah, how he hated she exactly knew how to corner him. "It's better that way. We can operate without having to watch our step more than necessary. Nor we have to concern ourselves with the effects of her decisions." The hood was pulled down, revealing his young, tired face. Someone who had been eaten by nightmares in the past month.
: Ask Talon - The Blade's End
Davian was like a mad drakehound pup. So playfully dangerous. Where was the old butler to keep him on a leash when he had to? Authorization? Was the old Jenkins trying to provoke him in ways that he shouldn't? Or was it just a way to indirectly test his reflexes and assure nothing in him had rusted? At times, the family's butler seemed to have become the General's echo, perpetually reverberating orders he had chosen to forget. The boy's eyes were always followed by those unfeeling slivers of gold, at times visible in the dark with a reddish tint, so similar to the rats in the large sewer pipes. "He would have, but he knew I was here. Davian knows better," the assassin retorted sharply, yet careless of his words' implications. They had known each other for quite a while, more than what Talon had usually allowed. As the girl sat, Talon remained on his feet. His gaze narrowed still, waiting for the butler to make his appearance. "If I killed you, Davian, it means I'd have to do your job. Or at least find someone and train them to replace you. It's a loss-loss on our head." Yet as the boy kept that merry tone, the more poignant the assassin's words became. There was a lit of shame in there somewhere.
kraara (EUNE)
: > [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0020,timestamp=2019-02-21T19:11:17.811+0000) > > He lunged. > Ellen did not expect this. Talon did mention this might be tricky and never forgot to warn he does not care much about her life, but she still considered this meeting to be more diplomacy and mutual searching for answers than an assault. So, her reaction was slower than could be as she jumped to her feet, the chair falling back on the floor with loud bang, and she only closely dodged the blade stepping backward, pulling her own dagger from the belt as she did so. Her face showed the surprise. And confusion. She was not ready to fight here. Luckily, her reflexes kicked in and she somehow managed to block and dodge, not answering the attack with her own, partly not able to yet, partly waiting.
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00200000,timestamp=2019-02-21T21:12:00.878+0000) "Nothing you do will impress her," the assassin stated bluntly, careless to annihilate all attempts from the girl with the precious young one of the Du Couteau. Yet, it was the wind the one which carried that familiarly ~~and almost terrifying scent. ~~ And that voice. By the time it had reached his ears, Talon's fingers were already on his blades. He would never cease to give the little bastard a steel greeting. But he did not interrupt them. If the girl had been capable of surviving for so long, then she would endure this. "I should've known not even the butler would respond to a summoning of mine," he added dryly, unphased by the small arena the shack had become in the blink of an eye. That was how the Du Couteau house was ruled. Everything that needed to be said, would be said at the blade's edge. Before Davian's playfulness, his deadened mien seemed to deepen in increasing contrast. "I didn't bring her like a mouse for you to play." And those words were sentenced with a single razor which gently cut a few of those luminous red hairs. He had missed on purpose and he assured the boy perceived it. Talon looked up, his sharp eyes almost glowing in the darkness of the hood. "She's the reason why I summoned Cassiopeia. She's a nobleman's daughter skilled enough to follow me around, and unfortunately, her privileges forbid me from disposing of her."
kraara (EUNE)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=001f00000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-20T06:52:43.318+0000) > > // Given the thread is going no longer as Katarina has a new roleplayer, we will have to make our own thread for us. Just Cassiopeia, Breeze and Talon. //I assumed so. I will wait until it is ready and then join. ;-) I suppose Cass will do? Or you?
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=001f000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-20T11:59:56.171+0000) > > //I assumed so. I will wait until it is ready and then join. ;-) I suppose Cass will do? Or you? // I'll place it here since Cass and I already have an interaction going in her thread. We can keep my dirty thread as the visitor hall :c A message had been sent to Cassiopeia. Just one date and time, a lacking parchment with an even more lacking handwriting. That was how Talon usually contacted her. A poor message in the hands of Cassiopeia's favorite servant. He did not need wait for her reply, he never did and yet more than one time he had been left waiting. But now they had struck a strange deal between them. A sort of partnership in a quest long twisted. He had chosen one of the rooms in the outskirts of the manor's grounds, almost near the guardhouse. He very well knew no one was welcome unless the mistresses allowed it. And this was like a strange pet which had dared to follow him, one which had somehow evaded the edge of his blade. There he waited, arms crossed and his head low, back leaning against the wall. He didn't mind the heavy silence of the room, the sad candle illuminating the evening. "She will arrive, soon. Either her or one of her minions. It will be enough."
kraara (EUNE)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=001f00000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-20T06:52:43.318+0000) > > // Given the thread is going no longer as Katarina has a new roleplayer, we will have to make our own thread for us. Just Cassiopeia, Breeze and Talon. //I assumed so. I will wait until it is ready and then join. ;-) I suppose Cass will do? Or you?
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=001f000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-20T11:59:56.171+0000) > > //I assumed so. I will wait until it is ready and then join. ;-) I suppose Cass will do? Or you? // Left her a message!
kraara (EUNE)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=001f000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-06T13:28:49.088+0000) > Okay, lets see what happens. Ellen stayed alone in the garden, watching after him as he left. He was resisting her tries to safe him very stubbornly. But she will find a way, just as the light always finds a way through the darkness.
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=001f0000000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-06T14:05:06.199+0000) > > Okay, lets see what happens. > > Ellen stayed alone in the garden, watching after him as he left. He was resisting her tries to safe him very stubbornly. But she will find a way, just as the light always finds a way through the darkness. // Given the thread is going no longer as Katarina has a new roleplayer, we will have to make our own thread for us. Just Cassiopeia, Breeze and Talon.
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=6kFXY1kR,discussion-id=EUAEAAPg,comment-id=00000001,timestamp=2019-02-06T10:39:38.005+0000) > > So we could assume Talon remains as that silent knife in the back. > ~~Almost daresay at Guile's command.~~ Hmm. What an interesting observation. *sees summoner's name* *nods*
> [{quoted}](name=Riot mChao,realm=NA,application-id=6kFXY1kR,discussion-id=EUAEAAPg,comment-id=000000010000,timestamp=2019-02-07T07:27:49.117+0000) > > Hmm. What an interesting observation. > > *sees summoner's name* > *nods* Can't wait for his story!... Soon™ right?
kraara (EUNE)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=001f0000,timestamp=2019-01-24T12:47:26.967+0000) > Hey. Yeah, I think closing this somehow and making up a reason and way how and why they got into Cass´event would be best? Breeze chuckled. "Well, I am calm because I most likely already got used to be threatened by you. Human can get used to anything." Then she sighed. "You can pay me for sleeping in the same room as me, if it makes you feel better, but you definitely need to get some sleep, and then we can share some answers. I know so very much more than it seems that it would take a long time to name it all, and I am getting really cold here and I would really appreciate somewhere warm and dry and somehow safe to rest for a bit, perhaps have something to eat. You are my boss in this city. Name a place and lets move." Her hand slowly left his face, leaving the feeling of warm and softness for a bit longer, than it melted in the cold wet morning air.
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=001f00000000,timestamp=2019-01-24T13:26:09.537+0000) > > sent a message to Cass. o/ Talon's lips remained pressed in that inexpressive line. Then again, it was true he threatened those he didn't plan to kill. Those marked for death would be silenced without previous warning. Payment? Really? "Naiive. I can hardly believe you have survived in Noxus this long." And then he turned back, wary of the shadows twisting behind them even in the light of the day, above the rooftops, between the statues of the mausoleum. "You will be summoned in two days." The whisper of clinking blades followed his movement. He was being purposely careless. "And there fate will be decided." Cassiopeia always had to clean the metaphoric mess. He already owed her.
: Sometimes the lessons of past generations serve well, to a point - but with changing tides, comes need to adapt and revise. Katarina doesn't reject her father's teachings on a whim. She does it to serve a different purpose. Her father raised her to be purely an assassin - a surgical instrument for the empire. She serves Swain in a different capacity, and with this mark, wanted to send a message. She isn't just the silent killer; she is the bringer of a message. A knife in the back is very different from a blade in the throat. :-)
> [{quoted}](name=Riot mChao,realm=NA,application-id=6kFXY1kR,discussion-id=EUAEAAPg,comment-id=0000,timestamp=2019-02-05T18:34:24.793+0000) > > Sometimes the lessons of past generations serve well, to a point - but with changing tides, comes need to adapt and revise. > > Katarina doesn't reject her father's teachings on a whim. She does it to serve a different purpose. Her father raised her to be purely an assassin - a surgical instrument for the empire. She serves Swain in a different capacity, and with this mark, wanted to send a message. She isn't just the silent killer; she is the bringer of a message. > > A knife in the back is very different from a blade in the throat. :-) So we could assume Talon remains as that silent knife in the back. ~~Almost daresay at Guile's command.~~
kraara (EUNE)
: (gentle reminder of my existence.)
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=001f,timestamp=2019-01-11T15:32:45.290+0000) > > (gentle reminder of my existence.) // *gnaws on. I imagined we were moving to the other thread of Cassiopeia's! Shall we finish this one and join in there? "That's not unusual." Talon replied apathetically. Threats were as natural to his tongue as blades were to his fingers. "But you're strangely calm for someone who claims to have been continuously threatened." And what was even stranger, was the glowing warm that seemed to radiate from the girl's hands, or was it perhaps her benevolent aura? Or was it simply because the world of kindness was completely foreign to him? "I wouldn't sleep with a stranger in the room, unless I paid for it." Talon retorted dryly and glanced up at the morning sky. The sun already touching the statues of the graveyard, disguising the marble as some blessed rock. "You know more than what it seems. What is it? Why are you smirking?"
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Future of the Compendium - VOTING
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b600000000,timestamp=2018-12-29T18:01:31.265+0000) > Cassiopeia chuckled wryly as the assassin divulged his story. She slid closer to him, taloned fingers reaching for his face. The golden blades shone in the candlelight; they were recently washed. But the iron scent of blood still lingered heavily around them. She had been hunting tonight. Cassiopeia's fingers brushed gently against Talon's cheek as she drew close to him. "My dear assassin." She cooed, but beneath the gentle coy tones was a subtle hint of sarcasm. "You wax such poetic verses. However, your skill lies with blades." She slid her fingers from his cheek down to his lips, tapping them lightly. "Leave the words to the professionals." She pulled away from Talon and turned, starting down the hallway as she called to him over her shoulder. "Well, come along. I wish to hear more about this warrior with eyes of 'evil moonlight'."
> [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b6000000000000,timestamp=2019-01-02T03:10:24.835+0000) > > Cassiopeia chuckled wryly as the assassin divulged his story. She slid closer to him, taloned fingers reaching for his face. The golden blades shone in the candlelight; they were recently washed. But the iron scent of blood still lingered heavily around them. She had been hunting tonight. Cassiopeia's fingers brushed gently against Talon's cheek as she drew close to him. "My dear assassin." She cooed, but beneath the gentle coy tones was a subtle hint of sarcasm. "You wax such poetic verses. However, your skill lies with blades." She slid her fingers from his cheek down to his lips, tapping them lightly. "Leave the words to the professionals." She pulled away from Talon and turned, starting down the hallway as she called to him over her shoulder. "Well, come along. I wish to hear more about this warrior with eyes of 'evil moonlight'." Those eyes stared at her as she slithered with her grace, as she slid those nails like blades against his skin, dry like sunburnt hide. "You standards have fallen if you call that poetry." Talon followed, his face still unreadable in the shadows. Cassiopeia's presence, even in that form, was still dangerously charming. Or perhaps even more than before? The thought was almost chilling. "I spoke my mind, I told you exactly what I remember." The deep, raspy voice concealed whatever poignant thoughts the snake's reference to his illiteracy might have had. True it was letters and words were his enemies, despite how much effort he had put into reading the General's reports. "He wasn't alive." he added as they crossed the darkened hallways. "He wasn't human." The rattling of blades followed, he was being careless, his presence unconcealed only reflected what his gestures did not. Unsettled thoughts, disturbed dreams. "He wasn't there."
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Talon,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b6,timestamp=2018-12-02T21:48:09.396+0000) "I see you are enjoying your favorite pastime of brooding moodily outside of my father's chambers?" The familiar cold, sultry voice came from above Talon. Cassiopeia was hanging from one of the top windows in the corridor, most of her snake form curing out, upwards, and out of sight. It appeared that she was returning from the roof of the manor. Cassiopeia looked down upon Talon, her saffron eyes filled with a steely indifference. She was clad in only a silken slip and a sash covering her waist; a tastefully revealing ensemble that was par for the course for the youngest Du Couteau. Slithering carefully down to the floor, using her talon-covered hands to guide her decent, Cassiopeia came to a graceful rest in front of the assassin. She gracefully smoothed the silken slip back into place, still affixing Talon with her hard gaze. "You have been gone several weeks this time. Unusually long, even for you. You have found something, or lost something." Her last words were pointed, but were subtly weighted with accusation. Her unblinking stare did nothing to dissuade the point as she waited for his answer.
> [{quoted}](name=LuciousLamia,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=IYeA2O8e,comment-id=00b60000,timestamp=2018-12-13T06:16:56.468+0000) > > "I see you are enjoying your favorite pastime of brooding moodily outside of my father's chambers?" > > The familiar cold, sultry voice came from above Talon. Cassiopeia was hanging from one of the top windows in the corridor, most of her snake form curing out, upwards, and out of sight. It appeared that she was returning from the roof of the manor. Cassiopeia looked down upon Talon, her saffron eyes filled with a steely indifference. She was clad in only a silken slip and a sash covering her waist; a tastefully revealing ensemble that was par for the course for the youngest Du Couteau. Slithering carefully down to the floor, using her talon-covered hands to guide her decent, Cassiopeia came to a graceful rest in front of the assassin. She gracefully smoothed the silken slip back into place, still affixing Talon with her hard gaze. "You have been gone several weeks this time. Unusually long, even for you. You have found something, or lost something." Her last words were pointed, but were subtly weighted with accusation. Her unblinking stare did nothing to dissuade the point as she waited for his answer. Cassiopeia's voice was a knife smoothly shredding the darkness. It caused his eyes to narrow, but not a single muscle tensed in surprise. HIs body was as dead as his blades. As he turned, he saw the elegant shape moving in the shadows, sinuous like a dark fragrant oil. Her grace easily succeeded in captivating his hopeless attention. Cassiopeia exuded a form of power inherent to the General, so different to Katarina's martial ferocity. "Both," he replied with the honesty of a servant, his gaze foolishly meeting hers as if he had purposely abandoned all attempts to conceal his mind from her hypnotic eyes. "His spirit is restless. I fought a stranger in the deepest alley of the gutters, near the inner vaults of the Immortal Bastion. His talent, his skill, it matched mine, it was like fighting a mirror. But his eyes had the color of the evil moonlight. We fell in the gutter, his blade became a tidemark on my neck. And I was alone, dragged by the weight of my own cloak"
: > [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=001600000000000000000000000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-14T08:17:04.578+0000) > > (I´ll be back. :-P) > > Disapproving bitter smile formed on her lips. > > "You dont think high about me, do you, Talon?" She gave him challenging look, then moved to stretch her muscles. Tired, but nothing damaged. She should be just fine when she rest enough. Wchi wont be sooner than after those three days. Deadly limit to get somewhere and spy something useful, but those were the rules the assassin set for their game. But after she returns, next move is hers! if she returns... > > "I dont know what exactly gives you the clue that I would betray the word once given. Is taht because I am a girl? Anyway, running away is not my thing." She looked around and picked up thehealing potion he mentioned and drunk it at once. Of course he *could* possibly lie and give her a poison instead, but she did not doubt him. Perhaps she was a fool too, but... > > "Untill then, Noxian," Breeze whispered and vanished in the darkness, surprisingly not hesitating a second to walk into the complete darkness. (( I think Vladimir was dropped, unfortunately, So we can work around something with a noble NPC or as you find it suitable!)) "I don't think you are a capable assassin," Talon replied, blunt, careless, sincere. He had the accursed habit of underestimating almost everyone but a few he could count with the fingers of his right hand. (At times) that didn't make him necessarily reckless. "It doesn't matter who you are, I have yet to see you perform as a capable assassin instead of a bored noble girl thinking this is merely a game." He stared at her back as she walked away. Hopefully, he wouldn't need to fulfill his threats. In that moment the Grand General's summons were an urgent matter. // Whenever you are back, It'll be after I find this...ghost.
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0016000000000000000000000001000000000000000000000000000d,timestamp=2018-12-05T18:35:06.058+0000) > > Hey, please please, cant we go to the Cass event? Get me there! // I have a thread going on with her, this can be a bit of a problem as we will be interacting and such. Perhaps she can mention the Event and we decided it icly? His fist turned, the silver edge of the blade pressing closer to her skin. Only a heartbeat would determine if the edge lacerated her flesh or not. It was a power he had known from the very beginning. A form of power inherent to the misery of Noxus. But now, he hesitated and he didn't understand why. Was it because her death wouldn't provide any answers? How much of a nuisance her words had been? How much truth did she truly hide? "I remember this..., I have threatened your life before. " _But I feel...disoriented._ Talon's thoughts hissed. His arm lowered, falling lifelessly by his side. "Something isn't...right." He turned, a hand pressed against his brow. The past weeks had been an imprecise mesh of darkness, moonlight, and alleys.
: Palace of the Seated Queen ((Ask Cassiopeia))
And again, failure. Dead ends, false information and clues twisted into a spiderweb of lies and deception. Guided like a puppet in a play, convinced there still existed something which wasn’t part of the story previously written. Weeks had passed since he had dared to return and face the judgment of the sisters. Of Cassiopeia and her obnoxious league of assassin-servants. They, the unknown, the unseen, had allowed him to believe he was investigating, that he was truly approaching the truth, a mouse running in the labyrinth desperately seeking his reward. He had found it, a shimmering sliver under the moon where he had seen the General's face reflected. In silence, he followed the information they fed him, his reports under the surveillance of the High Command were regarded as an “important duty for the Empire, to unveil the truth behind the disappearance of Marcus Du Couteau”. Like a lumbering ghoul he roamed the darkened hallways of the manor. It was another sad, rainy night in the mighty capital city. Lightning flashed, marking his way to the General’s old study, almost midnight. He knew his presence wouldn't go unnoticed, just as he had permitted (or had it been his carelessness?) He had even used the window, like a thief, he wanted no one to see him return to that room, always like a ghost attracted to the place of his death. Talon had read Marcus’ documents many times, even if he struggled with the remnants of his own illiteracy. And he would continue to read them, hoping there was a clue, a hint, something he had overlooked. Aching to hear those words, read them in his voice, once more alive in his mind. Talon stopped before the door, pressing his hand against the heavy wood. He had seen himself stand by that very door and hear the command allowing him to enter. A dream, it had only been a dream. Or was he still dreaming?
: > [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=001600000000000000000000000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-14T08:17:04.578+0000) > > (I´ll be back. :-P) > > Disapproving bitter smile formed on her lips. > > "You dont think high about me, do you, Talon?" She gave him challenging look, then moved to stretch her muscles. Tired, but nothing damaged. She should be just fine when she rest enough. Wchi wont be sooner than after those three days. Deadly limit to get somewhere and spy something useful, but those were the rules the assassin set for their game. But after she returns, next move is hers! if she returns... > > "I dont know what exactly gives you the clue that I would betray the word once given. Is taht because I am a girl? Anyway, running away is not my thing." She looked around and picked up thehealing potion he mentioned and drunk it at once. Of course he *could* possibly lie and give her a poison instead, but she did not doubt him. Perhaps she was a fool too, but... > > "Untill then, Noxian," Breeze whispered and vanished in the darkness, surprisingly not hesitating a second to walk into the complete darkness. (( I think Vladimir was dropped, unfortunately, So we can work around something with a noble NPC or as you find it suitable!)) "I don't think you are a capable assassin," Talon replied, blunt, careless, sincere. He had the accursed habit of underestimating almost everyone but a few he could count with the fingers of his right hand. (At times) that didn't make him necessarily reckless. "It doesn't matter who you are, I have yet to see you perform as a capable assassin instead of a bored noble girl thinking this is merely a game." He stared at her back as she walked away. Hopefully, he wouldn't need to fulfill his threats. In that moment the Grand General's summons were an urgent matter. // Whenever you are back, It'll be after I find this...ghost.
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=0016000000000000000000000001000000000000000000000000000a,timestamp=2018-11-09T09:21:08.268+0000) > > Ellen didnt flinch or step back, frozen in that position with her hand touching his face. > > "To be prepared does not neccesseriy need to mean to accept," she said almost softly. "And one thing is to see people dead, often killed by my own hand, but another thing is to see people broken." She paid a quick look at the shiny blade, so close to her throat, then back to where she expected his eyes in the shadow of the hood. > > "And I dont like to see broken people. Noxus might be dark, your pas might be dark, your presence might be dark, but there is always a light in the future, wheter you accept it or not. Giving up to darkness is only weakness, nothing more. And you are not weak." > > After all, she was a Demacian. She was raised in belive in hope, light and good. And with all that she standed, not willing to let Talon to fall into the shadows completely. She still saw the hope for him, and if she was to be his light, damn it, so be it. Even a coldblooded killer should get a chance to be saved. "How strangely naive" the blade pressed even further, the cold flat steel only needed to be tilted to inflict a mortal wound. The balance was on the edge, a reminder her life was in his hands. "You obviously never needed to survive. An easy life of wealth in the gardens of your manor" The girl could see the eyes, they were the glint of blood-stained gold, as soulless as his blades. "Hope is a privilege of the weak. Once you cross the boundaries of your wealthy sanctuary, you find the misery of the gutters. Anyone can jump and kill you, even if they don't need to steal your belongings. Out of boredom or malice, you can easily die without even being an assassin's target. Shall I offer a demonstration? How easily hope fades."
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
No longer away! Back from Mexico with a long taco theorycrafting post.
: > [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=001600000000000000000000000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-14T08:17:04.578+0000) > > (I´ll be back. :-P) > > Disapproving bitter smile formed on her lips. > > "You dont think high about me, do you, Talon?" She gave him challenging look, then moved to stretch her muscles. Tired, but nothing damaged. She should be just fine when she rest enough. Wchi wont be sooner than after those three days. Deadly limit to get somewhere and spy something useful, but those were the rules the assassin set for their game. But after she returns, next move is hers! if she returns... > > "I dont know what exactly gives you the clue that I would betray the word once given. Is taht because I am a girl? Anyway, running away is not my thing." She looked around and picked up thehealing potion he mentioned and drunk it at once. Of course he *could* possibly lie and give her a poison instead, but she did not doubt him. Perhaps she was a fool too, but... > > "Untill then, Noxian," Breeze whispered and vanished in the darkness, surprisingly not hesitating a second to walk into the complete darkness. (( I think Vladimir was dropped, unfortunately, So we can work around something with a noble NPC or as you find it suitable!)) "I don't think you are a capable assassin," Talon replied, blunt, careless, sincere. He had the accursed habit of underestimating almost everyone but a few he could count with the fingers of his right hand. (At times) that didn't make him necessarily reckless. "It doesn't matter who you are, I have yet to see you perform as a capable assassin instead of a bored noble girl thinking this is merely a game." He stared at her back as she walked away. Hopefully, he wouldn't need to fulfill his threats. In that moment the Grand General's summons were an urgent matter. // Whenever you are back, It'll be after I find this...ghost.
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00160000000000000000000000010000000000000000000000000008,timestamp=2018-10-14T09:20:27.634+0000) > > Ellen sighed and staretd to talk, told him how she sneaked into the Vladimir´s manor, how she was searching through it and what did she found. She skipped the part as she was almost caught. She knew some of her information are valuable, some fo them almost nothing, but it was up to him to chose what he needed. > > His face was so white... morning light was right now making it even whiter, silver almost. Before she could control her natural reaction, her hand rose up to his face, placing a soft palm on his cheek. She wasn´t really warm, but against his cold skin even her touch felt hot, her kind warm green glance, so unlike Katarina´s cold emerald one, penetrating the shadows. > > "What happened to you? You have been always covered in darkness, but now it seems you *are* in darkness yourself." _Vladimir._ . That name stirred thoughts, memories. A mysterious noble whose name crossed the Noxian history several times. An ancient lineage? It was impossible someone could have lived for so long, he remembered the name, it was under the General's list. He was being watched, but Talon was never allowed to know why. But the ideas dissolved in a flash as the hand dared to cross that crucial space which would have allowed her to approach to that dangerously close where no one could avoid a treacherous attack. As her hand met his face, the edge of a blade reverberated against the pale morning light, inches from her throat in a warning. "Why does it matter. This is the bottom of an assassin's life. You said you were prepared." Despite his words, the blade didn't move or retract.
: > Dear Hoody Man with Sharp Pointy Stuff, > > Be careful when leaping over high places! You might fall or crash into someone where you break your leg! Don't worry! I'll be there to document every second of it! > > P.S Do you brush your teeth with those blades you love so much? > > Yours ever truly, > J **_There would be a small smiley mask drawing under the name_**
> [{quoted}](name=SurelyNotHyper,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=001e,timestamp=2018-10-22T21:44:14.163+0000) > > **_There would be a small smiley mask drawing under the name_** //Still on holiday but trying to catch up! You are still alive? For someone who claims to possess the ability to document and follow my movements, you are foolishly lucky. I would have expected by now a violent death in a swirl of blades. I promise I will be especially careless next time. As for your "questions"..., I have easily trespassed the most heavily guarded Noxtoraa years ago. What makes you think a master assassin will 'fall'? About your other concern, the answer is simple. Why would you even consider any other 'tool' when a blade is at reach? - Talon
: > [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=001600000000000000000000000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-14T08:17:04.578+0000) > > (I´ll be back. :-P) > > Disapproving bitter smile formed on her lips. > > "You dont think high about me, do you, Talon?" She gave him challenging look, then moved to stretch her muscles. Tired, but nothing damaged. She should be just fine when she rest enough. Wchi wont be sooner than after those three days. Deadly limit to get somewhere and spy something useful, but those were the rules the assassin set for their game. But after she returns, next move is hers! if she returns... > > "I dont know what exactly gives you the clue that I would betray the word once given. Is taht because I am a girl? Anyway, running away is not my thing." She looked around and picked up thehealing potion he mentioned and drunk it at once. Of course he *could* possibly lie and give her a poison instead, but she did not doubt him. Perhaps she was a fool too, but... > > "Untill then, Noxian," Breeze whispered and vanished in the darkness, surprisingly not hesitating a second to walk into the complete darkness. (( I think Vladimir was dropped, unfortunately, So we can work around something with a noble NPC or as you find it suitable!)) "I don't think you are a capable assassin," Talon replied, blunt, careless, sincere. He had the accursed habit of underestimating almost everyone but a few he could count with the fingers of his right hand. (At times) that didn't make him necessarily reckless. "It doesn't matter who you are, I have yet to see you perform as a capable assassin instead of a bored noble girl thinking this is merely a game." He stared at her back as she walked away. Hopefully, he wouldn't need to fulfill his threats. In that moment the Grand General's summons were an urgent matter. // Whenever you are back, It'll be after I find this...ghost.
> [{quoted}](name=kraara,realm=EUNE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=QUw9GrQE,comment-id=00160000000000000000000000010000000000000000000000000006,timestamp=2018-10-01T07:20:11.385+0000) > "A favor", Talon repeated slowly. Trying to remember felt like dashing across a swamp, each step, each thought progressively heavier. The deal sounded completely like something he would have offered them. Simple, clear, strangely honest without a choice. And she had sensed it. It was obvious in her pure eyes. Those eyes were rarely seen in Noxus. Whoever she was, the girl must have been extremely lucky. He should have investigated her, threatening the daughter of one of his potential _customers_ would have been a grave mistake. Talon took a step closer, the first lights of dawn touching his face. Pale, almost sickly, even for someone who had risen in the misery of the gutters. His gaze was sharp, soulless, almost frozen. "That's irrelevant. Report. What happened?" Talon jabbed.
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