: [Evilarr](https://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/skin-champion-concepts/vGE862rO-evilarr-the-demacias-hope) successfully managed to climb the Mountain at the Plague Arbor and descend on the other end of it, approaching the large Temple-like construct that had been placed there. Her Crew had given her notice of a rumor that a lost civilization was to be found here, and on behalf of Demacia, Evilarr took it up to herself to investigate after she docked her ship at the southern part of the Continent at the tip of the coast of the Plague Arbor. However, as she approached, she had found that the Lost civilization wasn't as lost. She could spot guards patrolling. She could not identify which nation they were from, their design did not match any dated classical Armors from either Noxus, the Northerners, Bilgewater scum or even Shuriman. She drew her swords and assumed the worst: Hostile enviroment. With her Weapons drawn, she circled the Temple to find where the front was and decided to march up towards it, wanting to enter the place like she owned it. In her years of life she learned that every ruler, humble as he or she may be, cannot deny a challenge of authority, and she placed her bet on that by walking up, head lifted high, one sword in each hand and ready incase the Guards, which were now weary of her, would attack. "I demand an Audience with the Leader of this place!" She shouted, albeit not as loudly as she thought she could. Being 48 years old had it's toll on her throat. But she was confident that this was heard, and if it wasn't, it would be relayed.
> [{quoted}](name=Eternal Torment,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qEqKV3rj,comment-id=000a,timestamp=2019-08-03T06:14:50.752+0000) > > [Evilarr](https://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/skin-champion-concepts/vGE862rO-evilarr-the-demacias-hope) successfully managed to climb the Mountain at the Plague Arbor and descend on the other end of it, approaching the large Temple-like construct that had been placed there. Her Crew had given her notice of a rumor that a lost civilization was to be found here, and on behalf of Demacia, Evilarr took it up to herself to investigate after she docked her ship at the southern part of the Continent at the tip of the coast of the Plague Arbor. > > However, as she approached, she had found that the Lost civilization wasn't as lost. She could spot guards patrolling. She could not identify which nation they were from, their design did not match any dated classical Armors from either Noxus, the Northerners, Bilgewater scum or even Shuriman. She drew her swords and assumed the worst: Hostile enviroment. > > With her Weapons drawn, she circled the Temple to find where the front was and decided to march up towards it, wanting to enter the place like she owned it. In her years of life she learned that every ruler, humble as he or she may be, cannot deny a challenge of authority, and she placed her bet on that by walking up, head lifted high, one sword in each hand and ready incase the Guards, which were now weary of her, would attack. > > "I demand an Audience with the Leader of this place!" She shouted, albeit not as loudly as she thought she could. Being 48 years old had it's toll on her throat. But she was confident that this was heard, and if it wasn't, it would be relayed. -Annoyed eye roll- "Can't the guards do anything right around here?" Unfortunately, I had not seen this person as a threat, but I loved the audacity the person was willing to throw out towards the power of Ixaocan. "Hello, humble... traveler. I am Qiyana. Youngest daughter of the royal family of Ixtal. If you want to converse with the royal family, they are performing duties. I am here for the meantime, so you may bring your questions to me. You may not like the answers I have for you, though. My main response will more than likely be... get out." -Lazily looking over at her from my side as I walk over to grab a glass of lemonade, I looked dead into the eyes of this strange vagabond who somehow was ignored by the guards. They seemed confident, but they also seem irrational and headstrong. How boring...
: Neeko innocently wandered around the jungle that was outside of the palace of which held "The Empress of Runeterra," Qiyana. Moving closer to the palace, she immediately noticed the guards who were posted outside of the palace. Crouching down out of sight, she sent out her sho'ma to the guard at the front gate and gained knowledge of his spiritual essence diving into his mind she discovered much about the royal family and the royal daughter, Qiyana. More specifically, she learned that Qiyana had 9 senior sisters. Neeko went deeper into the guard's mind as she uncovered the identity and features of Qiyana's eldest sister .. Inessa. Neeko dismissed her sho'ma as she instilled the vision of Inessa in her mind, glamouring herself to become the splitting image of Inessa. With the glamour being complete .. she could approach the guard at the palace. As she got closer to the gate, the guard began to notice her. Neeko-as-Inessa, putting on her best impression of Inessa's voice and personality called out to him as she neared the gate, "Inessa, the eldest of the 10 royal daughters .. now be a doll and be out of my way .." She assumed Inessa would possess the same snotty, sophisticated personality that her younger sister possessed and that's why she presented herself in the manner that she did. Neeko wasn't scared, however she still handled herself with caution.
> [{quoted}](name=Våståýån Nëëkø,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qEqKV3rj,comment-id=0008,timestamp=2019-08-01T02:16:31.034+0000) > > Neeko innocently wandered around the jungle that was outside of the palace of which held "The Empress of Runeterra," Qiyana. Moving closer to the palace, she immediately noticed the guards who were posted outside of the palace. Crouching down out of sight, she sent out her sho'ma to the guard at the front gate and gained knowledge of his spiritual essence diving into his mind she discovered much about the royal family and the royal daughter, Qiyana. More specifically, she learned that Qiyana had 9 senior sisters. Neeko went deeper into the guard's mind as she uncovered the identity and features of Qiyana's eldest sister .. Inessa. Neeko dismissed her sho'ma as she instilled the vision of Inessa in her mind, glamouring herself to become the splitting image of Inessa. > > With the glamour being complete .. she could approach the guard at the palace. As she got closer to the gate, the guard began to notice her. Neeko-as-Inessa, putting on her best impression of Inessa's voice and personality called out to him as she neared the gate, "Inessa, the eldest of the 10 royal daughters .. now be a doll and be out of my way .." She assumed Inessa would possess the same snotty, sophisticated personality that her younger sister possessed and that's why she presented herself in the manner that she did. Neeko wasn't scared, however she still handled herself with caution. I look over and saw my elder sister, Inessa. I despised her. She had no right to be above me in power. I deserved recognition. But... Inessa was... walking? "Sister, dearest, bold of you to fix your legs. If you want them broken again, I suggest you keep walking towards the palace." My eyes were cold and over my shoulder. I could pierce the soul of anyone with a glare if I wanted to. But something was off. Inessa didn't have that strange sibling flare like she used to. She looked... lost? Very strange...
: "Aren't you inspired whenever you see a someone aspiring to something, no matter how transient or futile it is? Isn't there sort of a tragic beauty in youth? Don't you think that the transience and pure, ephemeral character of life gives it a quality that uplifts your heart whenever you see even the mere attempt?" Lamb's words fell on uncaring ears. Wolf wasn't in the mood to listen to her musings. "I don't want to hear words. I want to hear their breathing and their heartbeats. If not, then quiet," he growled, eager for the hunt that would come in the future. "The weft and weave of fate guides," Lamb answered softly. "If you're going to say more words, could you at least sing?" the black spirit complained. "Life is a concert. Why do you only appreciate the finale?" his eternal companion asked. "Because so many lives aren't fun until the end." Hours would pass. Perhaps days. Maybe even an eternity. Time was meaningless to the Eternal Hunters. Those last words, however, would linger in the air, and some day, a talented and perhaps overconfident princess would hear them. "Because so many lives aren't fun until the end." Where did that deep voice come from? Who did it belong to? Was Qiyana thinking this to herself, or was there something else going on?
> [{quoted}](name=All Life Ends,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qEqKV3rj,comment-id=0007,timestamp=2019-07-26T02:20:04.536+0000) > > "Aren't you inspired whenever you see a someone aspiring to something, no matter how transient or futile it is? Isn't there sort of a tragic beauty in youth? Don't you think that the transience and pure, ephemeral character of life gives it a quality that uplifts your heart whenever you see even the mere attempt?" > > Lamb's words fell on uncaring ears. Wolf wasn't in the mood to listen to her musings. "I don't want to hear words. I want to hear their breathing and their heartbeats. If not, then quiet," he growled, eager for the hunt that would come in the future. > > "The weft and weave of fate guides," Lamb answered softly. > > "If you're going to say more words, could you at least sing?" the black spirit complained. > > "Life is a concert. Why do you only appreciate the finale?" his eternal companion asked. > > "Because so many lives aren't fun until the end." > > Hours would pass. Perhaps days. Maybe even an eternity. Time was meaningless to the Eternal Hunters. Those last words, however, would linger in the air, and some day, a talented and perhaps overconfident princess would hear them. > > "Because so many lives aren't fun until the end." > > Where did that deep voice come from? Who did it belong to? Was Qiyana thinking this to herself, or was there something else going on? I was hearing... something, but it could not compare to my own thoughts of overruling all of Runeterra. However, it did not go unnoticed. "Guards? What are these noises I hear? Someone go find it out. my head is pounding from the heat. I do not need to droll on with mumbling in my mind. Get to it." -Snap snap.- I thought in my head for a small moment and remembered the old tall of the spirits that came of death... But they could not be after me. I am Qiyana! I am too young to think of such things. I wave it off and grab some cold lemonade and sit back under some shade and relax, letting my worries go.
: Walking through the jungles of this foreign place, Hiro merely had a bag over his left shoulder and his black walking cane which he used as a light support for himself. In his bag would be a few bottles of different alcohol which he's apparently gathered from a variety of places all which he seemed to enjoy more or less since they had good drinks. The elderly man's hair was that of white while he wore a black coat that covered anything else beyond it. **"Not bad I have to admit...However, I'm not a real fan of this heat. Reminds me back in my younger years. Heh."** He chuckled to himself while taking a drink of the Demacian wine he had in his hand. **"Let's see if this place holds anything similar to the beverages I've collected so far."** As he walked through the jungles of the place, he cared not for whatever eyes were watching him as he would have an abnormal presence to those who would be watching. The man was like a ghost, inexistent as if he wasn't even there at all despite walking through without much of a care in the world. A trick? Or perhaps he's just some old man with a cane and a bag filled with bottles of alcohol.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=qEqKV3rj,comment-id=0002,timestamp=2019-07-18T22:25:43.438+0000) > > Walking through the jungles of this foreign place, Hiro merely had a bag over his left shoulder and his black walking cane which he used as a light support for himself. In his bag would be a few bottles of different alcohol which he's apparently gathered from a variety of places all which he seemed to enjoy more or less since they had good drinks. The elderly man's hair was that of white while he wore a black coat that covered anything else beyond it. > > **"Not bad I have to admit...However, I'm not a real fan of this heat. Reminds me back in my younger years. Heh."** He chuckled to himself while taking a drink of the Demacian wine he had in his hand. **"Let's see if this place holds anything similar to the beverages I've collected so far."** > > As he walked through the jungles of the place, he cared not for whatever eyes were watching him as he would have an abnormal presence to those who would be watching. The man was like a ghost, inexistent as if he wasn't even there at all despite walking through without much of a care in the world. A trick? Or perhaps he's just some old man with a cane and a bag filled with bottles of alcohol. I am alerted by the guards that something may be awry in my jungle, yet I have found zero compelling reason to investigate. It is simply an old man. Let hin do as he pleases as long as he does not pester the royal family.
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: Empress of Runeterra {Ask Qiyana}
-I impatiently wait, sipping some tea, expecting company as I enjoy the breeze from my royal fanner-
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