I will be taking a bit of a break from Kayle, but I don't want to just hoard her selfishly. If someone wants to take over the mantle of Kayle before I retrieve my motivation to post, please do so. Otherwise, I will return - likely.

> [{quoted}](name= Shining Shyvana,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=00070000000000000000,timestamp=2018-10-02T16:58:06.930+0000) > > Shyvana During the time that the half-dragon told her extended, personal story, the angelic woman sat still, her usual stern face remaining as usual. Her cup remained untouched, and her eyes remained pointed at the draconic woman. As Shyvana finished her story, then her question and statement, the unmasked Judicator finally took a sip of her own cup of water. She would begin to speak as she set the cup down gently, her tone palpably less harsh, but no less authoritative. "You need not assert that point. I knew that you are half human, half dragon before you confirmed it with your own lips. The crown prince's words were all I needed to believe that." The angelic being would take a pause, either for effect or for thought, before speaking yet again. "If you wish to leave now, do so. There is no need to hold you down any longer. I have made my decisions thanks to your detailed explanation of your past. If you have questions for me, I will answer with honesty that you have given me, but otherwise, I concede the length and flow of this meeting to you."

> [{quoted}](name= Shining Shyvana,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=000700000000,timestamp=2018-09-29T13:21:49.366+0000) > > Shyvana When Shyvana entered the room, Kayle would take a moment before closing the door - and not bothering to lock the door. Inside the room itself, the signature golden runic blade that accompanied the angel so often sat at the corner of the room. It was not only out of reach by the chair that Kayle would likely sit on, but also a good few steps away. Before she headed to sit down on the chair, however, she would walk into a door and come back in a dozen or so seconds, holding two cups. She would set one down in front of Shyvana, which contained plain old water at room temperature. Holding her own cup still, Kayle sat down in the chair in front of the sofa, finally putting her cup down after one sip. Despite the fact that her organic features were on display, her presence remained the same. Her posture and look carried an air of confidence and power. Her voice, when she spoke, maintained its firm, confident tone. "No, we won't need to change locations. That would be a waste of time for the both of us." She would pause for a second, before continuing. "The prince trusts you. Many of the public do not. I choose to follow the prince's judgement, for his words carried neither a hint of deceit nor waning confidence. However, I would like to make my own decisions. Thus, here we are. My first question would be, how were you, a magical being in a nation of magical prejudice, come to reside here? I have heard the tales, both from citizens and those in the military, but I want YOUR address, not a secondary source."

> [{quoted}](name=Ask Garen,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=0tE54cU8,comment-id=006c00000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-29T04:07:54.680+0000) > > Maaaaanren Normally, magic flowed through her veins, through her armor, and her very existence. It pulsated throughout her body much like the blood in her veins, and those who possessed and knew a lick of magic could sense it when they were near her. However, her magic laid dormant this day - not only due to the fact that Demacia was gilded in petricite wherever you looked, but she kept it on the down low. After all, the older Crownguard was known for his fervent hatred of magic - though his sister was a different story. The Judicator's wings remained tucked as she walked up the steps steadily, but without haste. When the intern that had stepped up to her before stepped up to her yet again, the angel would pause and look at him without a change of expression. After he spoke, Kayle would speak as she followed the intern. "I ask of you, young man, is disarming in the headquarters of the Dauntless Vanguard a standard protocol?"

> [{quoted}](name= Shining Shyvana,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=0007,timestamp=2018-09-18T19:52:20.266+0000) > > Shyvana Taking in guests into her home was always a strange occurrence, happening only when necessary - or when done so by mistake. This time, was the latter. Within a few seconds after the three knocks - and obvious, measured metallic steps, the half-dragon would be greeted with the Judicator, though a tad different from her public appearance. Her helmet, seen in public and the occasional military meetings she was present in, was missing, revealing her head - likely a first for the half-dragon. Her long blonde hair was let loose, signifying that there was no intention to put on a helmet in the first place. Her facial features, often hidden by the unnaturally dark shadows of her helmet was laid bare, though it betrayed no emotion or expression. Otherwise, she was clad in her signature golden armor, shining well against any sign of light present, creating a stark contrast to Shyvana's own, dark armor. Her posture was neither rigid nor loose, neither wary nor careless. It would take Kayle a solid second after the half-dragon spoke to respond, speaking in a firm tone. "Of course. Take a seat on the couch, and you will have to forgive me on forgetting to move a chair there beforehand. I had not expected you to send the letter back so promptly - and neither did I clarify that it was not strictly a summon, but could act as a proposition for my own visit to a location that would be more comfortable to you. I apologize for that mistake. Regardless, you are here now." Kayle would move back slightly as she spoke, holding the door still, but allowing for Shyvana to pass on through to the room if she was to do so. (( Oof, sorry about being a bit slow after engaging in RP like that. Lost my drive. ))

> [{quoted}](name=Ask Garen,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=0tE54cU8,comment-id=006c000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-18T02:23:11.770+0000) > > Manren When the intern held up his hand, Kayle stopped in place without a hint of surprise, coming to a neutral position. Her face partially hidden by the helmet's less than natural shadow, the man stopping the angel would only be able to take a glimpse at her blue eyes and obscured facial features, making it hard to discern her facial expressions. During the entire time he spoke, her body language would never change, only her eyes occasionally blinking. When he finished, there would a second of pause before she spoke in a firm, but not admonishing tone. "Of course, soldier - but I advise you to let the clerks do their work. There is no need to stop your work to fulfill a task that is assigned to another. If there is nothing else, I will pass." She would clutch her sword by the base of the blade now, using her gauntlet to grip it without cutting herself. If the intern would move aside without any meaningful remarks, the angel would put the golden, runic blade onto the front desk gently, then ask for directions for the Captain's quarters.

While the Judicator would guess that the half dragon would not care too much about whether or not courtesies were taken, it was safer to do so. And thus, a civilian courier would deliver a letter to the squalid home of Shyvana. A plain white envelope addressed to the half dragon and sealed in featureless red wax would be delivered on a particularly cloudy day. Perhaps a sign of rain to come. The contents of the letter would contain immaculate handwriting that carried a less elegant tone: > To Shyvana > > I would like to learn more of you, as we are both allies in service to the Crown, and will likely need to work with one another in a forseeable future. This is strictly personal and not obligatory. If you are fine with a meeting, please return a letter with available times - and a rejection, if you do not wish to meet. As well, feel free to set it back as long as you require. > > Kayle, the Judicator

> [{quoted}](name=Ask Garen,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=0tE54cU8,comment-id=006c0000,timestamp=2018-08-21T21:56:57.156+0000) > > Manren In a few days time after Garen had written his letter back to the Judicator, yet another delayed public courier would arrive at the steps of the leader of the Dauntless Vanguard with the letter of the angelic woman in hand. With the same simple white envelope contained the similar letter, though even more curt and short this time. > To the Crownguard of the Dauntless Vanguard > > Apologies for the late reply, I was patrolling the lands, searing the lay of the land into my mind. Regardless, I should be able to visit in two day's time, when the sun reaches its peak. > > Kayle, the Judicator And thus, in two days, the woman would arrive - on foot no less - into the front lobby exactly when the sun would reach its peak. Clad in her iconic armor and wielding her golden sword in her right hand, the helmet cast its usual shadow, covering her face excellently. Taking one, then two minute glances around the room, she would then approach the front desk, unless she were to be stopped by another person.

**Dawnhold, Demacia** It was good to get a feel for the landscape of the land whenever time permitted itself. Knowing the geography of the location could change the flow and tactics of the battle by an incredible margin. Knowing the weather of the location could change morale, the need for extra supplies, marching speed, disease, and more. Knowing how long it took to fly to one location to another was crucial information. This land and nation is her home and nation until the end of her mission - to become lax would be folly. Looking down below, the armored angel would survey the town and land, looking at the people below and their daily goings. They seemed much like the last, enjoying the capital's presence and protection. People walked about, doing their business without much to harry them. Satisfied of her surveillance and observation of the town, the Judicator would begin to pull up, about to return to a higher altitude where she would glide back to the capital. However, something caught her attention - though not by sight. The hint of magic. Runeterra was filled to the brim with magic, and magical phenomena were natural in this world. And discounting the bigger cities where petricite was abound, the towns were as magically restrictive, which meant that those of magical descent could live without having their magical signature being erased on a day to day basis. However, this was different - perhaps otherworldly. It was alien in comparison to her own, and the traitor of her people's, magic, which meant that this wasn't an angelic agent. Wariness in heart, Kayle would begin to descend, homing in towards the unique magical signature that roamed - or perhaps resided, in this nation.

> [{quoted}](name=RealFaeLulu,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=V0JcVrj0,comment-id=0877,timestamp=2018-08-17T19:32:20.591+0000) > > Can we change the time limit to one week? I'm trying to get stories going but it seems to be taking forever just to get responses If you want to change a RP boards rule, you'll have to follow the steps to change the rules properly, aka creating a discussion, then a vote, then getting a 67% majority. ...Well, unless the wardens change the rules. They are mods, after all.

A public courier - not a military one - would arrive at the headquarters of the Dauntless Vanguard. He would leave behind a letter addressed to the leader of the Dauntless Vanguard from the Judicator herself. It was obvious that this wasn't a crucial matter, having used a rather slow and unfocused method of communication. Whether or not their leader received and read the letter in a timely manner would be up to his men decisions and the amount of paperwork that the man himself faced. The letter itself was a plain, white envelope sealed with red wax, with the required information for one to send a letter. The contents and the outside of the letter would be written in practiced and clean writing. > To the Crownguard of the Dauntless Vanguard > > I would wish to speak to you about multiple matters, as I was told of your loyalty and resolve by the crown prince himself. Send either a letter of declination or a list of available times if you're inclined for this talk. This visit is neither formal nor military, so feel free to address more pressing matters first. > > Kayle, the Judicator

> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=00010000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000002,timestamp=2018-08-11T06:21:59.411+0000) > > Reimond The Judicator would firmly grab the man's hand with her own, gauntleted hand, emitting a firm 'of course' as she did so. After the shake, she would recline her hand back to herself before similarly looking up into the sky for a few seconds. She would then return her gaze to the man, the swift clouds that covered the sunshine that had been present in such a short notice obscuring her facial features once more. The woman would abruptly, or perhaps not abruptly, speak, any sign of her speaking still obscured by the shade of her helmet. "I would worry not. The military of this nation isn't foolish enough to train regular soldiers under harsh weather for no reason, except for those who are tough enough, resolved enough to do so and endure. You would do well to have more pride with your own nation and people, soldier." Once again, that admonishing tone returned, though she didn't seem very upset. "Regardless, I must return to my business. Farewell, soldier, may we meet again, as allies in battle or citizens of this country." With a loud and sudden snap, her pristine, white wings unfurled, its full lengths exposed. Without hesitation, the woman would flap her wing strongly once, gaining significant air and scattering a few feathers. The angel flew away, to wherever she needed to go next.

I will repick up Kayle as I said I would have. Depending on the school work and scheduling, this may change, but for now, the Judicator will (probably) return.

I'm going to be dropping Kayle temporarily, since it might extend to a time the away period might not cover (aka 30+ days) due to moving back to America and college dealings. Plus, I don't have much going on in my thread and my plans are yet undeveloped as to what events I want to create and who to visit as Kayle. If I do return and Kayle has not found a new RPer, I will likely take her back, but until then, please drop her into the available champ pool.

> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=0001000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-07-12T20:03:11.081+0000) > > Reimond In comparison to the man who changed the direction of his view once in a while, the cold, fierce eyes of the Judicator remained staring at the man, unwavering. As well, her expression was static, stoic, and lacking much movement - at least until he showed his rather minuscule pouch of gold. Kayle would look at the man and the coin pouch for a few seconds, before slowly, yet rather forcefully pushing away the pouch of gold with her gauntleted hand. "While I am sure your intentions are of pure of heart, I need not compensation nor thanks. If you have gold to spare, use it to reward yourself for your own deeds, or perhaps use it for charitable purposes. I have no need for more gold than what I own at the moment, and will be paid in the near future."

> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=00010000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-24T01:17:15.750+0000) > > Reimond (( Apologies for the wait. Was taking a bit of a breather on posts. )) The woman, in contrast, would remain steadfast in her tread and form, only seemingly watching in front of her as she lugged the crates of weaponry and armor easily still. Even after his speech, Kayle wouldn't respond back, though there would be the lightest shake of the head evident by the minute movement of the helmet. Likely, the man could not notice the phenomenon, but there was always the chance that his perceptive abilities were above a well-trained archer for whichever reason. When they arrived and stopped at the barracks, Kayle would turn towards the man, the sun's glare finally reaching enough to expose a small amount of the face behind the mask. Still, it was barely any clue to the woman's complexion, and only served to indicate where the Judicator's eyes were being directed. "So we are. Do you have it from here, or do you still wish for my assistance? My days are not without its share of work, but I can still spare some time if needed."

> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=0006,timestamp=2018-06-23T18:35:59.880+0000) > > Jim Another one of these. She thought it was clear by her lack of response that her line of answers were covered with wariness and a veil of disgust, but at least this one was... acceptable. Even if ridiculous. > To Jim > > No. I live in Demacia and have allied with them as a diplomat and a warrior. That means it would be a breach of security for myself to be IN Noxian soil, much less purchasing a product created by that terrorist. > > Kayle, the Judicator

> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=000100000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-21T04:34:43.900+0000) > > Reimond The woman clad in golden armor continued her walk to the barracks, still handling the crates as though they were only a quarter of their intended weight. When the man spoke up about their proximity to their destination, the only response given to his little bit would be a curt nod, coming mere millimeters from headbutting the crates she was holding. Thankfully, and almost expectedly, such event never occurred. After a few seconds, the Judicator would finally speak up, her tone finally softening from stern to somewhat stern. "In the end, the individual chooses their own careers, their own life, yes. When it comes down to it, there is no other way to it. However, I do not think to discourage them due to disgust or disdain for their lack of training and resolve. Rather, I think to discourage them because their life will be forfeit in real combat. Thankfully, unlike the unruly Noxians, this nation's army's tendencies to only field the well-trained, the ready is admirable and saves many potential young ones. However, history dictates that this nation too must one day fall, whether it be in the next decade or the next millennia. When that time comes, it will usually be better for the untrained to stay out of the fight. The blood of the weak, the blood of the unprepared need not fall." "But, as I've said before, those decisions are ultimately, and unfortunately, not for the government, nor their parents, nor their mentors to decide."

> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=0005,timestamp=2018-06-21T03:18:57.389+0000) > > Jim Kayle would take a short look at the letter, giving it a solid two dozen seconds of reading despite its short contents. The golden armored woman would nod to herself, before crumpling the letter up slowly and putting it in the bin. The Judicator then returned to her duties as the leader of the angels, as well as the angelic diplomat to Valoran, not giving a second thought to the letter she had thrown away prior. Better to not get heated or distracted by a letter from a stranger.

> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=0004,timestamp=2018-06-19T01:09:29.531+0000) > > Jim This time, the woman's face would contort a little more, looking more than a little displeased. Still, it was her duty to write back, as long as it didn't become a regular occurrence. > To Jim, > > That is quite a... disturbing thing to send to someone, you should know. While I cannot harm you from here, exactly, do know that similar messages will be ignored, for I have business to attend and not enough time to be harassed. > > Kayle, the Judicator

> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=0001000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-18T20:14:02.410+0000) > > Reimond The winged warrior in golden armor continued walking along, matching the man's pace despite her easily lifting the crates of equipment and weaponry in her arms. Due to the shadow cast by the crates and the natural obscuring nature of the helmet, not even a single detail of the woman's face could be seen still, nor did she seem keen on showing it at all. There was no fault, no imperfection in her walk, as if the woman refused to show any weakness at any action she took. Deliberately, yet slowly, she would begin to speak once more, with her previous tone of authority and sternness. "While it is true that recruits are, at the end of the day, people who have not yet faced true combat and need training to face that inevitability, it is of my opinion that those who cannot yet fathom to stand their ground against such trivialities need not concern themselves to protecting the country. Unless there is a great need to have the numbers to oppose a threat, it would be much better for those weaker of heart to simply find a profession that helps the country in one manner or another, much like your own craft. That way, even if dire times come, and the recruits are called to the fields of battle, it'll be those who know not of fear with the determination and resolve to understand that give their life for their country."

> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=0003,timestamp=2018-06-17T17:51:12.730+0000) > > Jim Kayle would squint at the letter in her hand, looking at its meager content. What trivial content. Still, it wasn't filled with flowery words and went to ask his question even if grammatically incorrect. She would quickly write a letter and send it back despite its lack of directions. > To Jim, > > Angels are born with a unique set of features borrowed from their parent beings. Not all angels carry a cause of justice, not all angels are born with a similar complexion, so on and so forth. > > Kayle, the Judicator.

> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=00010000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-16T01:49:50.506+0000) > > Reimond The pure white wings, untainted and uncolored, snapped shut back to the angelic being's back as quickly and suddenly as it had opened prior. The owner of said wings sheathed her signature runic sword on her waist. She would then walk over and pick up the remaining few crates, hefting them easily even with the weight of the obviously thick, plated armor. She would speak out once the man was finished speaking. However, unlike the carefree words and tone that the man had taken, her words carried were stern and filled with scorn. "Kayle. Judicator. My reputation should be self explanatory." The golden armored woman would begin to walk with the man, keeping pace with him instead of going at her own. "While the consideration for the fresh faced recruits is admirable, if a soldier does not have the guts to continue their work after the appearance of something so trivial as a being with one less than human feature, they belong not on the battleground as a principle."

Kayle returns from the angelic realm to resume her duty to her people and for society.

Will be away for about a full week, returning anywhere between June 15th-16th GMT+9. Helping relatives move as well as visiting relatives.

> [{quoted}](name=AsktheZaunHero,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=0002,timestamp=2018-06-06T06:07:17.732+0000) > Zacco Being a civilian adviser rather than the head of the military was quite the change. While she still held the responsibility of overseeing policy changes and general management of the angelic military, she no longer had to constantly appear in the public and the free time she had could be spent in whichever way she wanted to spend it. At least, as long as she kept her agreement with the monarch of the land. That meant that in the rare case that she did have letters, she could respond to each and everyone of them with some care. As such, when the poorly, but carefully written letter arrived, she could write a proper response. In comparison to the dirtied envelope and letter, the letter that was sent back would be neat and clean, sealed with red wax. Her handwriting, practiced and precise, had no mechanical fault, though her words were a bit curt. > To Zac of Zaun > > Greetings to you as well, Zac. To your question, Demacia is indeed built and dependent upon petricite, a material that absorbs magic. While I have not seen Zaun for myself, I know enough of it that its existence would not be beneficial to the state of Zaun. In fact, it would only serve to halt and mess with the rampant growth of the city - for its boon or bane. As for Demacia's ruling system, its rules are quite strict. Even small crime is punished with heightened intensity, but for a reason. While it could be perhaps described as cruel or extreme, it helps maintain the functional system of government and society that has been set up here. The weak provide for the strong, and the strong provide and protect the weak. While some of its systems seem counter intuitive and antiquated, it is better than chaos, better than Noxus. > > As for how they are dealt, there are many different punishments. Some may simply be given monetary penalty, some may have to serve time - either in work or imprisonment, and some will be executed. Sometimes, a mixture of all of them. > > If you have more questions, you know where to send it. > > From, Below the letter, a signature lettering 'Kayle' - though quite legible, would be written.

> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=000100000000,timestamp=2018-05-30T02:48:36.146+0000) > > Reimond Gleaming in the strong glare of the midsummer afternoon's sun, the golden armored angel would tilt her head up. After three seconds of doing so, the armed woman would face the man once more, though her face would still be concealed by the shade of her helmet as it usually does. Without word, the Judicator would walk over to the crates, grabbing a moderate amount of crates - enough to be of help, but not enough to impair her line of sight. It only helped that her height - augmented by her armor - allowed her to take on more crates than the normal man. The golden armored woman turned once more to Reimond, her gaze obviously placed at him despite her eyes - and face being covered. Without warning, the pure white wings of the woman unfurling with a loud snap. "I know of the barracks, and my goal cannot be accomplished with a harried approach. You need this inside the barracks, yes? Unless you wish for some company, I will deliver them quickly."

> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=UuOP1Lb2,comment-id=0001,timestamp=2018-05-23T16:12:12.556+0000) > Sooner or later, the man would notice the sound of wings flapping methodically above him. If he would look up, the sight of the Judicator in her golden armor, holding her signature runic weapon would slowly descend from the sky. Hidden by the helmet that seems to be eternally on her head, the man stuck underneath the pile of equipment would not be able to see her expression. Yet, it was obvious enough when the helmet turned slightly that she had either noticed his existence now, or has taken another look at him. Within moments, the armored angel would finish her descent, landing without much noise very much near the man. Matching with her landing, the wings snapped back to its folding position, holding itself tightly against the Judicator's back. The woman would briefly walk towards the buried man, as her destination was close to say the least. Taking a look at the direction of the barracks nearby, the angel kneeled down next to the man. The armored woman laid her sword down gently next to her, before beginning to remove the equipment trapping the man. She would then speak. "Stand, civilian. Your equipment, or perhaps your teacher's equipment has much to do, and none to sit idle." The Judicator's words were tinted with scorn, not worry nor kindness.

A flat looking military courier would approach the Karrehald, bringing along a single letter. Contained in a simple, white enveloped sealed with unmarked wax, a letter from the Judicator. Apparently, the courier had been sent by her at heightened priority. > To the Prince > > We must talk of private matters, prince Lightshield. I trust not hold the conversation through letters. Expect me soon, should you accept my call. The letter would be signed on the bottom with elegant calligraphy that wrote out the name of the sender: Kayle.

The Immortal Judicator has come to bring judgement upon the fallen. [Thread.](https://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/roleplaying/UuOP1Lb2-judgement-by-wing-and-blade-ask-kayle)

**Kayle’s Home** Found within the heart of Demacia, Demacia City, and only a few minutes walk from the barracks, Kayle’s home is a simple one. While devoid of decor, the small home is kept clean at all times inside and out. Around the back, a tall wall surrounds a very small plot of land attached to the home. Inside, a well-worn training dummy sits alone next to a rack of training swords. Inside, it is what one would expect from a strict, faceless deliverer of judgement: lacking creature comforts and to the point. The only form of indulgence would be the first room that one would enter into, where a table, a comfortable looking chair on the inner side of the room, and a sofa capable of sitting three would be situated on the outer side of the room. Separated by a door would Kayle’s personal room, armory, and office all wrapped into one. A desk and chair would be placed nearest to the door, then the bed, then a place where one could feasibly cook a simple meal. To the side, a rather unused armor rack and weapon stand would sit together. Yet separated by another door would a simple, yet large washroom, accompanied by a large bath. **OOC News** (( Posting may or may not be sparse at times in the next two months due to location and the availability of my internet. ))

Ahem. I'll have you know that Kayle is a balanced part of any salad. Unlike kale.

If you wanted to RP on different boards... Go ahead! It really has no concern within the borders of this board, thus none of the regulations of the RP forums will not reach you at all. Of course, were it to pertain to short term roleplaying within the RP forums, it would be a different matter altogether. When I was a certain champion back a few months ago, a duplicate of the champion arrived, but only in one specific thread. Now, I chose to let that person be, because I wasn't involved in said thread, nor did I intend to for quite a long amount of time. However, not everyone is as uncaring as I am and take this buisness seriously. My point of this anecdote is that you should ask the champion RPer to see if you could shortly RP a champion on a specific RP thread. I hope all of that made sense, because it really didn't to me. And I spelled something wrong, I can smell it.