: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00b0000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-01-25T16:50:56.028+0000) > > Watching the archer enter the cave as his white glowing eyes watched her with curiosity, he kept silent with small breathing inside the armor as he would observe how she would get into such a narrow space. A space that he will indeed have issues with. Having his head look left and right a few times as he was looking for anything coming, he saw it was clear in the distance then took his attention back to the archer girl who was apparently having a small issue only to fix herself. He merely tilted his helmet before seeing that she got into the cave successfully. Now for the real challenge, how will he fit inside? Approaching the cave where he stopped just looking at the narrowness of the entrance, he dropped his head as if he had a very silent sigh of getting ready for the said challenge. His armor was going to be a pain but not as much as his sword on his side which he actually took off before lightly tossing it into the cave on the ground so he could fit in better without having it in his way. Moving into the narrow spot of the cave, he was having issues already as his armor was making it difficult to fit through as his helmet wasn't making things any easier as everything was scraping against the wall to his disliking. Not stuck though, he continued through the narrow entrance at a slow speed while his armor was against the narrow walls. It would be easier if he took his armor off, but that wasn't going to happen. After a few minutes of struggling through the entrance, he finally made it into the cave with his armor only having a few tiny scrapes if to none really despite how hard that was for him. Grabbing his sword with his gauntlet hand, he set it near the wall of the cave as he sat down on a rock now able to relax after the struggle. Hearing her plan and action that she was going to perform, the knight would nod his helmet with a small creak before watching her leave then looked at the floor where his eyes went dark for a few minutes before coming back to a white glow as he heard the archer enter again with said supplies. Seeing the amount she gathered, he saw it was a good amount for a fire. Maybe the fire will do a bit more than warmth for Ashe as the light could illuminate the darkness of his helmet to give her for detail.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00b00000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-03T08:35:17.317+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png Him tossing his sword in had certainly been taken as a good measure, as, just like her with her bow, it had been them putting their weapons down nearby those they did not know well, signifying at least a little trust. He seemed to almost take a short nap, or at least a nap, as she had headed out, but when she was back he seemed attentive. While things had certainly started to darken further, even considering the short amount of time she had been gone, the cave didn't help either. The smallest indentions in his armor caused by entry were no longer viewable. That was, until the fire would get going. First, she removed her cloak and headpiece from her outfit and leaned up a little back after putting the materials down on the ground between them. Studding a corner of the hood into the rocks, the cape hung down, blocking cold air from moving in and what would be most important, keeping the warm air inside. She smiled back before moving towards him, but leaning down to where the materials had been desposited. While that had made it even more dark, it would help the fire not get blown out when trying to be started. Even if he wasn't very talkative, she would still talk at him, which would help get him aclamated and because she was used to it. "I'm going to get us a fire going now, that should block any cold winds of the night," she remarked, looking up for a moment. on her knees, she took one of the sticks and began to carve a small jut in one of the larger pieces of wood, which took a little bit, but she was obviously skilled at it. Placing pine needles in the bottom of the crevice, she used the same stick used to carve it to spin. Getting up some, she put her foot against the now flat wood on the ground to hold it, and spun the stick in her hands. It started smoking after only a few moments, but soon had embers that took to the needles, which was her queue to put some of the other materials on it, which it took to well. With the rest off to the side, she looked to him, smiling, as the fire got larger. "See? This will help us stay warm as we sleep." While she began to take off her shoulder guards, for each of them to use for their head, she caught herself before that point, as he had shown virtually no skin even now, and she had to wonder how comfortable he was sleeping in the cave with her, even if somewhat comfortably. Of course, as the fire grew, it did illuminate him better than the setting sun had, and she looked to his face for a curious amount of time it seemed.
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00b00000000000000000,timestamp=2019-01-11T21:05:22.513+0000) > > As the girl asked her question, the knight looked at her for a few seconds before looking forward again only for a few moments before a nod of his helmet. He was Demacian by origin and he personally kept that held to his own heart, but of today's ages, they know not of his origin. Although a Demacian, his memories are yet fuzzy to what they should be. Broken shreds. Torn pieces. Puzzle pieces. How long has it been since his fall? Years? Centuries perhaps? Memories were hazy and fuzzy inside his mind. Looking forward like he always does, the figure kept walking with the archer who seemed most curious about his appearance and manner of being. No one has had this much communication with the being since the beginning of the tales. Coming up to the cave as the helmet looked at the entrance and the size of it, he examined the narrowness of the entrance as he had a bit of hesitation from his armor over his body which would make things harder, but he had to try at least. Finally having a nod of approval for her choice of a place to stay for the night, he would follow her lead in as he was the larger one of them due to the armor. He could stay outside however if things won't go as planned as he has no issue with the cold climate of night, but this archer girl is a different story.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00b000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-01-23T23:32:06.125+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png >Sorry, I meant to post yesterday but I took a nap and didn't wake up... It seemed nods were, for the most part, the best she would get aside from one word responses. Still, it did answer her question and allow her to exert a bit of a sly smile for a moment. She did not know too much about Demacians personally, only what was heard personally. They had a sort of stigma for being against magic, but besides the beauty of her bow which could be explained away in the mind, she had not shown any. There was the possibility they were more xenophobic than she thought on average, but that didn't seem to be it, as he was following her around and answering questions, even if... shyly. There was just also this sort of warm feeling of then watching him out of her peripheral, clearly judging if he could fit in the cave either, that seemed warmhearted in its own way. Perhaps he wanted company but was just too shy to talk to anyone and that silence had been mistaken. She approached the entrance after he seemed finished with such a thing, and had given another silent nod of approval at last, which, as stated, was about as much as she was coming to expect from him for now. He certainly didn't seem malevolent though by any definition, so she figured his simple appearance had been what had been the catalyst for such feelings from those that he had met so far. She'd been asking him questions and he hadn't seemed to want to talk much if any, even if he did want to stick around. Maybe she should give him a hold off on that and let them simply keep company for a while. Looking back at him one last time, she moved her arm to be out from her body as she turned sideways to get into the cave opening easier. It was a little bit of a challenge due to the squiggly nature of the entrance, and when she felt her backside touch the rocks she tried to move her legs forwards a bit, but found little room to do so as it only had her thighs touch the rocks instead. She looked down, her chest almost hitting too after the move forward. Shaking her head for a moment, embarrassed, she sighed with a look to her new friend and returned to the previous position, with her back against the wall instead, she would simply have to continue that way. At least that was between the two of them as she finally made it in and at least the inside was spacious and had some large curved rocks suitable to sit on, even if the cave was shallow. She dusted the back of her outfit off and then her legs with her free hand, setting the kill on her shoulder down on one of the rocks after a moment. Her armored friend would likely suffer similar effects getting in, having to scrape his armor by carefully, but she was confident he could get inside with that and heavily doubted it would hurt it. In fact, she moved off to one side to give him space to enter and move as he liked, standing still herself. It would be close quarters, but with how close the back of the cave closed off, it would be relatively warm once a fire started. She would have to go out to get some sticks for that, however, "I'll collect something to start the fire once you're in and comfy," she would call as if talking to a tribesmember, and, once he was in, she would move by very close, nearly brushing him, before moving out of the entrance. She had no better luck going out then in. "This won't take long, I promise, and once we have a fire, we can cook some of that game to eat, I won't abandon you or anything." While it may not have seemed like much, most people of the Freljord would see it as awfully trusting to leave a relative stranger you had spoken little with alone with your food. If he were to look out of the entrance, he would be able to see her gathering the mostly leaf-free sticks of shrubs that had lost their greenery this deep into the season, and lower branches of nearby trees, bow on her back still and cape fluttering in the gentle wind as it began to get darker outside even still. Before too long, she would return with a decent sized bundle of both evergreen needles and sticks, which, similarly to before, she would hold out from her as she squeezed through the entrance into the small, relatively dome-shaped cave. "This should be a good amount," she'd remark softly to him once inside.
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Gave Zacco a break and added Neeko!
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00b000000000,timestamp=2018-12-27T06:51:14.430+0000) > > As another question was presented towards the figure who just gazed at the archer still in a silent manner, the helmet lowered a bit to look at her more carefully almost while the glowing eyes in the helmet's darkness kept their gaze before a very quiet yet hearable whisper would be heard. **"Side."** The voice was broken as it was in whisper form showing that it had the ability to speak only the voice wasn't quite right as it sounded very much broken or weak. Standing still just waiting for the archer to begin and when she would, the knight would follow in creaking steps as the armor kept making sounds showing another apparent reason why some hunters are scared. The creaking sounds combined with the intimidating appearance makes the figure look very much like an enemy ready to charge. Each step that would be taken would have repeated creaks from the metal while the figure would keep walking in slow motion yet not too slow or fast. Just enough to keep up with the archer's chosen pace. Keeping silent though as it would walk, it was now apparent why it never talks as the voice was seemingly broken. This was of the rarest moment as this figure has apparently stayed hidden from many eyes for an unknown period of time only now was it being truly seen while also having communication between it.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00b0000000000000,timestamp=2019-01-08T23:30:17.524+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png The world was silent as she awaited an answer, wondering if it could speak at all at this point. It understood, however, as demonstrated, and she didn't want to assume, to at least give it a chance. Luckily, and, admittedly, with a bit of surprise to herself at the sound of it, it did answer with its own preference. It was quiet, raspy in its own way. She certainly hadn't expect it to make a sound such as that, but had to steel herself to not react negatively, as she was trying to win it over and learn about it. Still, at least it could be identified as a he due to the subtle nature of the voice, even if it wasn't very human-like, and was clearly able to think, not just hear. She gave a simple nod and began to walk to try to not showcase that moment of surprise. His walking was interesting too, she couldn't help but notice as they sped up. The armor he wore certainly seemed stiff, which she somewhat took as him having the necessary padding and warm furs under it, so as to not have the cold metal, which would conduct the bitter cold they were currently moving about in, to the skin, but it wasn't possible to tell without, well, him removing it. One could argue that since the sounds of the armor's bending were louder than even his voice, that it could also be simply worn out, but it seemed to be in decent condition she had noted earlier. Maybe now that he had spoken at least a single word, it would be fine to try to get more. "Your armor looks like an older Demacian set," she would meander with, though the moderate pace of their walking made it easy to maneuver even here in forest, for lack of leaved branches or bushes. "Are you from Demacia?" A simple question first she resided herself to, instead of making it too complex like when did you get to the freljord or other non yes-no questions, which could be saved for later. She would walk a bit after that, giving ample time to answer, or not, before they came upon what was clearly a decent choice to take shelter from the temperature and natures of the night. A small set of rocks had a clear opening somewhat trapezoid shaped, being not very wide, but quite tall. It would be difficult for something like a bear to get into such a shape, so it should be safe from getting surprised by something like that within. She motioned to the hillside and slowed to a stop over a few steps, making sure not to put her arm across his path. It was not pure snow since it contained a cave, despite being quite white. It was narrow for a man in armor or... herself, really, but that would make the wind inside even less insidious. "That looks like a good spot to me," she spoke up to him, "perhaps a small opening, but nice and thin for little windchill that will put out our fire and I doubt it has large animals to bother us in surprise, probably nothing dangerous is in it, what do you think? Good place to stop?" She looked to him and smiled a half smile, clearly trying to be diplomatic. Asking him was only polite, she shouldn't be the only one to make a decision. They had ample time to keep looking, as it was just now starting to get dark.
: > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-14T05:34:34.364+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png Ashe simply stayed in her position, figuring that with the option of an out being given and Ariella not taking it to move the topic, that it was entirely possible she was the only one that this person had been able to confess and let her feelings out to in solitude for quite some time. With that being the apparent case, she simply stood there, her hands remaining on the vastaya's shoulders and continuing to rub gingerly in an attempt to relax them. It all sounded sublime to such a degree. While she had had early fears of such a thing happening to her, the nation turning on her while the Avarosan were in their infancy, their idea small and power more limited, she was happy that had not happened, but to hear it occurred elsewhere, that was not good either, of course. "I'm sure you did what you could, and that's all that could be asked," she said at last. As the colors of her guest came back, she was somewhat discontent with how little she seemed to actually be able to do to make them feel better. She had tried being open and discussing it with them so far, or simply listening, but perhaps the sad truth was, only time and self reflection would make something of that absurd degree even begin to be alright. "I can't say any have shown up here before, though it is my privilege you would divulge this information to me. Knowledge of such things is not always so up to date considering the distances we sometimes face, so thank you." Her final words, before she released the vastayan's shoulders from the massage and leaned over the side of them, pulling the still warm plate on the table towards them, as if a gift. It smelled good, with a soft and sweet aroma, the bread light brown to yellow in color, the cheese soft, like a half-liquid. With one hand on the table, her fingers tucked at the knuckle in a small stance, she smiled towards her guest as if yet again trying to offer it, this time without words. While she couldn't possibly heal her guest of these wounds, she could try to make them comfortable, so she would continue trying to do so. That is the least she could do to for someone that seemed traumatized, if it be by words, or by actions. She felt it had already worked some, as Ariella had felt safe enough to speak of all this, even if it did not take much focus to see it caused the vastaya pain to do so. That was trust caused by kindness, and her hospitality that had been complimented on. She hoped it made a grand difference upon the guest, but would settle for the least bit of help.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000c,timestamp=2019-01-02T18:18:33.335+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png >A letter is a letter in my view! Unless you just plain do not wish for me to respond, tell me if that is true. It had been raining softly for the past two days. Though, of course, it hadn't actually stayed as rain all the way to the ground. The light crust of packed down snow crunched under her feet and shifted some with each step as she walked to her destination, only slightly perturbed. It stuck to the cold stone underneath well, and was likely to not melt for quite some time, since the temperature didn't quite allow for such a thing. It hadn't been above freezing for quite some time. Even still, the smell pieces that hit on her vibrant black cloak and hood didn't melt either, which didn't bother her. She preferred them to not melt, since then they could either fall or be brushed off later, instead of turning to water, which in this temperature would give even an iceborn a little trouble in their bones. Each of her hands clutched the sides of the cape, holding it around herself like a barrier somewhat to cause that exact reaction. It was a little late, almost dark out. Well, quite dark out, the days were much shorter. Near everyone else had already retreated into their homes, except for those brave enough to still be out here with friends, or trying to haggle stragglers. It was a new moon, so the darkness had come over the land harsher than usual, which did make the stars a beautiful sight if one were to look up as well as they could, lest they get snow in their eyes. Luckily in this time of year where darkness came easily, there were also the northern lights to keep everyone safe. Soft and green, it was behind her and up, towards the north. The mailroom was south, however, as the city mostly pointed as such. Winds tended to come from the southeast. It didn't take her long to get inside and brush the snow off of her figure with her hands, shaking her loose garments of black void. Water on the stone in here would hurt no one, and would be gone by morning, sheltered from windchill and green-housed. After, she retrieved her letter and made haste to her own room. There was a letter for her, and with the way it was written, etched, much like her own were, it caught her eye. Closing her door behind her, her journey complete after moving through the obstacle to it, she turned up the oil lamp's allowance, brightening the room carved into the rock. She relieved herself of her large cloak, hanging it on one of the table chairs for now, in front of the fire. Its snow would falter and her floor was fur, it was not slippery. At last, she sat down with the mail and began to scan it. The first part she couldn't help but laugh, as she thought she knew who it was from without even going to the bottom to look, and her hypothesis was rewarded. However, it got darker the deeper she went. Hearing of people suffering from such things, even if it may be the harshest time of the near, was never a positive outlook. They were her people, but with a deep breath and then continuing to read, she collected herself with the fact that Ariella had met with her in person and certainly seemed willing to help. Indeed, it did seem like she was doing her best, and was communicating things to Ashe. She found it a little humbling because she was not exactly medically inclined, though the basics such as rest, identifying an injury or helping a bone, she understood better. She was thankful for the information and update, as it had seemed to come out of the blue, but retrieving materials to respond from the corner of the desk under this light, she knew the least she could do is give thanks to someone helping her people so valiantly. Indenting was what she had always done, for the obvious reasons pointed out in her acquaintances letter. It didn't take too long to finish, but she got up after, moving over to her now snow free cloak to put it away, and perhaps get an apple from an icebox before sleeping. She would deliver her response to be sent in the morning, as no mail courier would dare leave in the below zero degrees nights. https://puu.sh/CrQhl.jpeg
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00b0,timestamp=2018-12-19T19:31:43.513+0000) > > The icy knight figure would continue to stare at the archer as the white eyes in the helmet would just stay still as it would continue its long silent stare. unmoving and silent like always, it would observe her body actions while staying still like that of a living statue...Only this one was alive. ". . ." Having no voice only cold breaths come outside the helmet, the lone figure would just turn its head staring at the fox again before looking at the archer as if it was trying to understand who she was. The breaths were a good sign though not only that it was alive in some way or another, but by the sounds of the breaths that were being taken in, it was a male of a sort. ". . ." From what the Frost Archer would most likely be able to tell was that it was a male inside and had glowing white eyes that could be illuminated through the helmet's darkness. The armor was Demacian made while the design wasn't of the current age as most Demacian armor today is more "shining" and "brilliant" in fashion while providing powerful protection. This armor is more of the primitive design as it lacks the powerful beauty of the Demacian soldier gear today. The sword was also of a more primitive design as it wasn't as flashy or brilliant like the weapons of Demacia today. This figure's equipment was more of the ancient variety as it was primitive in design and usage. Other than his armor and weapon's primitive design, the figure's appearance was of a mystery except for the white glowing eyes inside the helmet's darkness. White glowing eyes aren't usually the thing most or all Demacians have as they have a dislike for magic. This figure was of the most mystery indeed. ". . ." Staring at the archer still as it heard her question about a residence of some sort, it would shake the head "no" as it has always wandered through the lands of Freljord for unknown causes. Always walking and always wandering without a real known cause to people. Now hearing her small suggestion that made it fall silent for a few moments as it looked at her. It finally would respond with a nod.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00b00000,timestamp=2018-12-22T07:17:55.019+0000) > >https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png >Hope you had a good Christmas! It was admittedly a few tense moments as she waited for something to happen, but inwardly, she knew it had to be considering, or at least not understanding, or something else, as before it had simply shook its head no quite quickly. Whatever or whoever it was, it was pretty concerned about either privacy, or some sort of distance from others, assuming it was a person, anyway. She could safely assume so, she thought, however, as the breath was audfible in the cold, and she thanked the winter enviorment for that. As well, the staring contest was somehow getting less tense over time, as she realized that the longer they went, the less likely it was that it would simply attack at random. That's likely what had bothered many people that had seen it, was the short encounter time transposed along with its appearence and silent nature. While the armor shape was male, as she studied it more in the supposed ceasefire, attempting to not look too tense while things wound down, it was of course hard to say for certain, as no inch of skin was visible. Likely a good thing since metal armor would be quite cold here after a bit if no padding of something fuzzy was under it, even for an iceborn. It did let her understand a bit about what the armor was though, besides well maintained at first glance. While some might not have been able to place it, it definetly seemed older Demacian in design, but it didn't seem to be the sunsteel reserves they tended to use anymore, like when Garen had visited. It was less presentable, even if quality equipment. Quality too good to simply be wandering around forever. Still, her eyes could glow blue when magically inclined, even if she wasn't sure for how long, so perhaps it was simply using some sort of magic? She didn't think Demacians liked magic, but then again, they seemed somewhat amicable as long as it didn't directly bother them, from her third person perspective. At last, however, it showed real movement and her attentive nature became transfixed on the head again with a near snap. A shake, then a nod. She seemed impressed and couldn't hide that look, "alright, let's look for some shelter from the wind first. Much more comfortable without windchill, plus it makes starting a fire easier," she smiled as she raised one shoulder up to have her body language match her easygoing nature purposefully. She considered what to say next, and her mind was actually elsewhere for a little bit on thinking how she would start that fire. She'd have to use the real ranger's method instead of simply using magic in front of it, as she wasn't sure about that yet. Sapping an area of heat wasn't too far away from taking heat from around it and moving it to a central spot, and she'd done it a few times. "Do you want the lead as we walk, me, or, side by side?" she smiled as she moved a bit closer to show positive relations, coming up alongside it with maybe a foot or so between their shoulders. So far the investigation was going decently, as her method seemed to be working ok. Friends were always more willing to talk then enemies. Her curiosity about it was hard to keep at bay, but without a word from it said yet, she had to take things at a pace that made sense.
: > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-14T05:34:34.364+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png Ashe simply stayed in her position, figuring that with the option of an out being given and Ariella not taking it to move the topic, that it was entirely possible she was the only one that this person had been able to confess and let her feelings out to in solitude for quite some time. With that being the apparent case, she simply stood there, her hands remaining on the vastaya's shoulders and continuing to rub gingerly in an attempt to relax them. It all sounded sublime to such a degree. While she had had early fears of such a thing happening to her, the nation turning on her while the Avarosan were in their infancy, their idea small and power more limited, she was happy that had not happened, but to hear it occurred elsewhere, that was not good either, of course. "I'm sure you did what you could, and that's all that could be asked," she said at last. As the colors of her guest came back, she was somewhat discontent with how little she seemed to actually be able to do to make them feel better. She had tried being open and discussing it with them so far, or simply listening, but perhaps the sad truth was, only time and self reflection would make something of that absurd degree even begin to be alright. "I can't say any have shown up here before, though it is my privilege you would divulge this information to me. Knowledge of such things is not always so up to date considering the distances we sometimes face, so thank you." Her final words, before she released the vastayan's shoulders from the massage and leaned over the side of them, pulling the still warm plate on the table towards them, as if a gift. It smelled good, with a soft and sweet aroma, the bread light brown to yellow in color, the cheese soft, like a half-liquid. With one hand on the table, her fingers tucked at the knuckle in a small stance, she smiled towards her guest as if yet again trying to offer it, this time without words. While she couldn't possibly heal her guest of these wounds, she could try to make them comfortable, so she would continue trying to do so. That is the least she could do to for someone that seemed traumatized, if it be by words, or by actions. She felt it had already worked some, as Ariella had felt safe enough to speak of all this, even if it did not take much focus to see it caused the vastaya pain to do so. That was trust caused by kindness, and her hospitality that had been complimented on. She hoped it made a grand difference upon the guest, but would settle for the least bit of help.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000a,timestamp=2018-12-20T21:41:59.956+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png >Hope you had a good Christmas! While Ashe was thankful that the guest certainly seemed calm, it was also quite the sweet thing that she now seemed almost embarassed at how long they had spent together, and began to reciprocate newfound confidence, almost. She watched her get up, backing away gingerly to give her proper space, "Just be sure to take care of yourself too, and take breaks if you need them," she would reply with, before the physical space she had created was closed off. While at first a bit in wonder, she eventually brought her arms up via her elbows to put her hands on the vastayan's back to complete the hug. "Thank you," she repeated. As she then tore off, and became ready to leave with both small adjustments, and ones that were a pleasure to watch, she ghave Ariella a promise, "if you need anything in the time you are here, remember that I am here, and it's my job to help take care of those that are here," she remarked before the vastayan could leave, "safe and warm travels to you," she commented on the last words before she moved to the door and held it open as a gesture, of course, making sure her guest was presentable in the way she was comfortable with before doing so, in case someone could see. On the way out, her hand pat Ariella's upper shoulder as if to wish her good luck.
: Some of the comics (namely the next two series will move the world's timeline forward.) "Ashe: Warmother" is instead written in the margins and between the lines of the lore you know. It basically says the lore you know about Ashe is what most people in the Freljord _believe_... but that myth is something Ashe has allowed to grow... while the actual truth is more complicated and complex. "Destiny" and "Good vs Evil" aren't something you should trust blindly.
> [{quoted}](name=WAAARGHbobo,realm=NA,application-id=6kFXY1kR,discussion-id=luKNAK3m,comment-id=001c0000,timestamp=2018-12-20T21:41:50.997+0000) > > Some of the comics (namely the next two series will move the world's timeline forward.) > > "Ashe: Warmother" is instead written in the margins and between the lines of the lore you know. It basically says the lore you know about Ashe is what most people in the Freljord _believe_... but that myth is something Ashe has allowed to grow... while the actual truth is more complicated and complex. > > "Destiny" and "Good vs Evil" aren't something you should trust blindly. I would be worried what this could imply, but, I trust you to make it good quality and to preserve my character as a good person.
: > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-14T05:34:34.364+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png Ashe simply stayed in her position, figuring that with the option of an out being given and Ariella not taking it to move the topic, that it was entirely possible she was the only one that this person had been able to confess and let her feelings out to in solitude for quite some time. With that being the apparent case, she simply stood there, her hands remaining on the vastaya's shoulders and continuing to rub gingerly in an attempt to relax them. It all sounded sublime to such a degree. While she had had early fears of such a thing happening to her, the nation turning on her while the Avarosan were in their infancy, their idea small and power more limited, she was happy that had not happened, but to hear it occurred elsewhere, that was not good either, of course. "I'm sure you did what you could, and that's all that could be asked," she said at last. As the colors of her guest came back, she was somewhat discontent with how little she seemed to actually be able to do to make them feel better. She had tried being open and discussing it with them so far, or simply listening, but perhaps the sad truth was, only time and self reflection would make something of that absurd degree even begin to be alright. "I can't say any have shown up here before, though it is my privilege you would divulge this information to me. Knowledge of such things is not always so up to date considering the distances we sometimes face, so thank you." Her final words, before she released the vastayan's shoulders from the massage and leaned over the side of them, pulling the still warm plate on the table towards them, as if a gift. It smelled good, with a soft and sweet aroma, the bread light brown to yellow in color, the cheese soft, like a half-liquid. With one hand on the table, her fingers tucked at the knuckle in a small stance, she smiled towards her guest as if yet again trying to offer it, this time without words. While she couldn't possibly heal her guest of these wounds, she could try to make them comfortable, so she would continue trying to do so. That is the least she could do to for someone that seemed traumatized, if it be by words, or by actions. She felt it had already worked some, as Ariella had felt safe enough to speak of all this, even if it did not take much focus to see it caused the vastaya pain to do so. That was trust caused by kindness, and her hospitality that had been complimented on. She hoped it made a grand difference upon the guest, but would settle for the least bit of help.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000008,timestamp=2018-12-19T23:36:57.094+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png The reaction was not taken for granted, and Ashe went quiet, giving the guest time and space as she took a step back, but only with one leg, so it appeared as if she was re-balancing. Listening to the troubles of the other, she looked quite incredulously as more feathers were pulled out shortly after. The decision itself would have been hard, as while safety was important, one should also respect the freedom of others, something she believed in well, of course. Luckily, both feathers seemed alight with color, even if they gave off different vibes. Still, it was a tender moment and she did her best to be careful, though this one was more personal, it came off as being more soft ether way, something that could be mended. It did come as surprise Ariella got cut, however, but perhaps handling another's feathers was awkward if she was used to her own. She would help, though. At last she leaned back in, coming even a bit closer than before to put her hand around Ariella's in a more bold fashion, as this was about helping. Her hand would be cold, like ice, but not extremely so, not enough for anything visual to come off it. It would, however, be enough to slow blood flow and let her guest be more free of pain. "Both of their feathers are lit," she near cooed, "and seem strong at that if they can cut, plus, from what you've told me, if they have color like that, that means they are both fine. I don't know much about their relationship that governed your choice, but I feel you probably made the right one from what I've seen of you." She tightened her grip a bit and looked into her newfound friends eyes, if she could. "Whatever they face, they probably are happier facing it together, that's for the better if they were close, instead of being apart so far away with one in danger alone." She lifted her tight grip but did not move away, "and I don't think you have no purpose, if you've made even one person happy, you've done good in this world, and I'm sure you've done that." A smile slowly formed near the end.
: The Ice Fortress of the Avarosan
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ae0000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-26T01:29:54.606+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png Tingles shot through her head as the helmet moaned lightly at being moved. She took it as a good sign, because that meant it not only was aware, but it had definitely understood what she had said. Even still, if it was a person,they seemed very reserved for that to be the only reaction. Contemplating for one moment on how she could possibly introduce herself and spur it onward, she thought back on it, in that split second decision deciding that was probably too strong-armed of a move to make, so instead, she relaxed her stance a bit and smiled, hefting the fox a little bit with a tiny jump to adjust it on her shoulder more comfortably. If it had recognized her, she would seem very informal, but she suspected it hadn't simply because it still had yet to do anything but that simple action. Most people to her were the opposite way, to revering her a bit more than was comfortable. Pondering more, it could possibly be an iceborn, but even they, well, we, needed supplies, plus the outfit was still a mystery even in that case. "Alright, just being friendly," she said in a jovial tone that was remarkably candid. Perhaps another strategy, since she knew it could understand her now. Her idea formed relatively quickly as it was pretty simple in itself. She was carrying very little supplies herself, "you have anywhere to stay the night?" was her inquisitively packed offer. Even if it didn't carry much on it, with the good condition of the armor that hid its identity, she assumed a hypothesis that it had somewhere it stayed at, at least every once in a while. She decided to try her luck by pressing a bit more boldly, "not too many people out here," she mentioned with a head tilt, "we can camp together if you don't, if that's fine."
: > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-14T05:34:34.364+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png Ashe simply stayed in her position, figuring that with the option of an out being given and Ariella not taking it to move the topic, that it was entirely possible she was the only one that this person had been able to confess and let her feelings out to in solitude for quite some time. With that being the apparent case, she simply stood there, her hands remaining on the vastaya's shoulders and continuing to rub gingerly in an attempt to relax them. It all sounded sublime to such a degree. While she had had early fears of such a thing happening to her, the nation turning on her while the Avarosan were in their infancy, their idea small and power more limited, she was happy that had not happened, but to hear it occurred elsewhere, that was not good either, of course. "I'm sure you did what you could, and that's all that could be asked," she said at last. As the colors of her guest came back, she was somewhat discontent with how little she seemed to actually be able to do to make them feel better. She had tried being open and discussing it with them so far, or simply listening, but perhaps the sad truth was, only time and self reflection would make something of that absurd degree even begin to be alright. "I can't say any have shown up here before, though it is my privilege you would divulge this information to me. Knowledge of such things is not always so up to date considering the distances we sometimes face, so thank you." Her final words, before she released the vastayan's shoulders from the massage and leaned over the side of them, pulling the still warm plate on the table towards them, as if a gift. It smelled good, with a soft and sweet aroma, the bread light brown to yellow in color, the cheese soft, like a half-liquid. With one hand on the table, her fingers tucked at the knuckle in a small stance, she smiled towards her guest as if yet again trying to offer it, this time without words. While she couldn't possibly heal her guest of these wounds, she could try to make them comfortable, so she would continue trying to do so. That is the least she could do to for someone that seemed traumatized, if it be by words, or by actions. She felt it had already worked some, as Ariella had felt safe enough to speak of all this, even if it did not take much focus to see it caused the vastaya pain to do so. That was trust caused by kindness, and her hospitality that had been complimented on. She hoped it made a grand difference upon the guest, but would settle for the least bit of help.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000006,timestamp=2018-11-23T02:39:41.456+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png She smiled in response as the words of explanation came, as she hoped it would help distract er guest from their rather unfortunate state, having to think of something else. "I see," she began after, the humble nature that seemed more calm than before also not having been lost in the words, "a gift between two people who like each other very much, I understand." While humans of course had various cultures of that sort of thing, as she had met many, and ready of many, that were different, she understood the concept, and that's what mattered. Respectfully, she at last removed her hand after speaking, content with Ariella's stoic reaction towards it. She had gradually been getting more personal but didn't want to overstep anything, of course, since every culture, no, every person, had things they liked and did not like, with physical contact and closeness being a picky one. "There are plenty of beds here for those that need them, which you sholuldn't forget, you are one of." She leaned back up to full height and looked down, her head a bit to the side inquisitively, likely clearly trying to continue the spiral of deescalation. "And even if there wasn't one, any person who needs a home from the cold deserves to have one, so we would have to fix it," she smiled that keen smile again. "Sometimes being a little bit selfish can be alright, because even for those who try to take care of everyone, at times, they forget they are a person that deserves care too."
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https://universe.leagueoflegends.com/en_US/comic/ashewarmother/issue-1/0/ https://www.comixology.com/League-of-Legends-Ashe-Warmother-Special-Edition-1-of-4/digital-comic/738184 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yBLdQ1a4-JI
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: Avarosa Guide Us (OOC Planning)
If you need an Ashe, I would be happy to assist, as stated.
: > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-14T05:34:34.364+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png Ashe simply stayed in her position, figuring that with the option of an out being given and Ariella not taking it to move the topic, that it was entirely possible she was the only one that this person had been able to confess and let her feelings out to in solitude for quite some time. With that being the apparent case, she simply stood there, her hands remaining on the vastaya's shoulders and continuing to rub gingerly in an attempt to relax them. It all sounded sublime to such a degree. While she had had early fears of such a thing happening to her, the nation turning on her while the Avarosan were in their infancy, their idea small and power more limited, she was happy that had not happened, but to hear it occurred elsewhere, that was not good either, of course. "I'm sure you did what you could, and that's all that could be asked," she said at last. As the colors of her guest came back, she was somewhat discontent with how little she seemed to actually be able to do to make them feel better. She had tried being open and discussing it with them so far, or simply listening, but perhaps the sad truth was, only time and self reflection would make something of that absurd degree even begin to be alright. "I can't say any have shown up here before, though it is my privilege you would divulge this information to me. Knowledge of such things is not always so up to date considering the distances we sometimes face, so thank you." Her final words, before she released the vastayan's shoulders from the massage and leaned over the side of them, pulling the still warm plate on the table towards them, as if a gift. It smelled good, with a soft and sweet aroma, the bread light brown to yellow in color, the cheese soft, like a half-liquid. With one hand on the table, her fingers tucked at the knuckle in a small stance, she smiled towards her guest as if yet again trying to offer it, this time without words. While she couldn't possibly heal her guest of these wounds, she could try to make them comfortable, so she would continue trying to do so. That is the least she could do to for someone that seemed traumatized, if it be by words, or by actions. She felt it had already worked some, as Ariella had felt safe enough to speak of all this, even if it did not take much focus to see it caused the vastaya pain to do so. That was trust caused by kindness, and her hospitality that had been complimented on. She hoped it made a grand difference upon the guest, but would settle for the least bit of help.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000004,timestamp=2018-11-21T06:31:24.296+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png >I support headcanons While Ariella may have seemed to believe that was very passive magic and perhaps not all that impressive, the fact she summoned a napkin to use and then wisped it away was highly impressive to Ashe, and her eyebrows showed as such despite her attempt to keep a straight face while her guest was using it, even if they couldn't see each other's faces at the moment. It was simply proper, Queenly, she thought indeed. She had gotten up to indeed pat the back of the vastaya gently to help allieviate what seemed to be ailing them, and now leaned around their other shoulder to speak face to face, the right this time, while rubbing their back. "I see," she said, still somewhat distant, but only due to what she just witnessed, which eventually formulated into a small smile and for her to close her eyes for just a few moments, as if taking in how wonderfully different they were in so many ways yet were speaking politely to one another. "I am curious to hear, and if you think it will help, go on," she encouraged as her guest began their story. Then, she began to listen. It was something else to listen to someone's life story and past, every time it happened. She listened intently, leaning even more to the side with a hip against the table, her one hand still doing circles on Ariella's back, but the other flat on the table's surface. While some of the words were not quite things she understood readily, she could fill in the things left out by them decently. It was somewhat difficult for her to speak on the subject in such detail, but that was noticeable mostly due to pauses and the like, instead of great body language of terrible feelings. Even still, when she would do those pauses, Ashe would rub slower, and lean a bit further back towards standing, as if to give her space to collect her thoughts. It was quite the tale, and while not a future teller, Ashe could see why she felt so in danger, and perhaps, even, why she would come all this way. She let out a small sigh before speaking once the entire round was done, "That's awful and his actions certainly do not sound like something one with a good heart would do," she let out at first, before taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "I can see why you feel threatened now, and I'll certainly do what I can, you've not done anything wrong. You witnessed someone doing something bad they shouldn't have been doing, and they fear you for that." "I do not know what a heartgem is, if you could enlighten me, but the thing it seems you are here for is not what you mentioned in your letter." Her eyes grew much warmer then the state of the room as she leaned low so their faces were near, "if you need asylum and were simply being secretive before meeting me, and in case the letters got seen, I accept that request. Stay as long as you need or like to, you certainly have the skills for that to be no issue." At last, she scooted the chair from the end of the table towards herself, and sat down right next to Ariella, almost but not quite shoulder to shoulder, having let go of her guest for the time. "You would not be the first to come for that, and will not be the last, and I've always thought that together, people are stronger. I hope you would be as happy with us being around as we would be you, if that is what happens. I'm not sure how to help all of your people besides to let it be known that I know of the actions of people such as the Order of Shadows, and to say I disapprove of what they did, but there is one person I really think I can help, and that's you." She wasn't doing the monotonous smile of varying degrees anymore, ever since Ariella had begun getting deeper into her story, Ashe had been quite serious. Her words were her best attempt at making Ariella feel welcome, and that she was safe, that something could be done about all this. She hoped it worked, just like any time she had to talk like that in front of people. In her mind, she'd like to think she was pretty good at it, despite not having the decades of experience of say, jarvan III. At last, she put her hand on the top of Ariella's unless they pulled away, and let the warmth from the bottom of her hand flow to the vastaya. She did not even mind if the traveled guest ate some of her magical output, though she surmised Freljord had plenty about. Besides Ionia itself, few places had as much as her home, she felt, the ancient place it was. Even if Ariella declined all of Ashe's offers, she had still updated Ashe on politics she had mostly been unaware of, and struggles from afar. While Ashe's dream of a united Freljord was a tall order, most could see where that road led down and would possibly eventually reach from how she spoke of it, the large facet of how other people were not the enemy, and how people should work together.
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: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ae0000,timestamp=2018-11-13T23:56:46.514+0000) > > In the not so far distance of where the archer took the fox's life, a figure in metal armor turned towards the direction of the sound in a silent manner. Staring at the direction of the sound for a few short moments, the figure finally moved a foot forward before another where the armor kept creaking from the apparent worn out metal. *__ The minutes would pass before the slightest sound of a metal sound of creaking would be heard as the armor would be moving with the figure inside. A sword on his side with his armor having the ancient designs of Demacian craftmanship, it looked like some walking armor only the eyes inside had a snow white glow to them as it walked with loud creaking. No other supplies would be seen on the figure except the blade and the creaking armor from the weatherly conditions of Freljord during the unknown years he's been out in the lands. It was like a ghost in some armor only thing was that there would be breath being seen coming out of the helmet showing life was inside in a way, but the figure inside was a total mystery. Each step would have the sound of armor creaking while there were obvious signs of the armor being enchanted from the freezing aura that seemed to freeze the plants slowly in ice as it walked past them. This figure seemingly has been around for more than a few years at best from how his armor looked in design and origin. A full ancient Demacian plate of armor with a helmet covering his face with a broadsword on his side. Nothing more and nothing less. Finally, the figure came to full view as it stared silently at the archer doing nothing else except just staring at the frost archer with the white glowing eyes.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ae00000000,timestamp=2018-11-17T19:13:03.136+0000) > >https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png It wasn't long after she had asserted her dominance over her prey and lifted it over a shoulder plating to hang over her upper right front and back until what she believed to be her real purpose out here, investigation, was heard. It was quite a distinct sound, after all, and seemingly made with no care towards concealing, or, well, anything else. It was what it was. While not privy to feeling chilled, she could understand and feel readily that the temperature was dropping in small increments as she stood, having turned to face the sound direction, both hands at her side rather idly. And then it, which was the word one would use for such a thing, as its identity was obscured in totality, it came across the bank with the same slow shuffle she had been hearing before ceasing. They both stood in locked gazes in the cold, with soft sleet around them being blown sideways from the temperature change very slightly. Its white lights for a face were not particularly welcoming, but she looked it up and down with her own of blue. It was true that the only thing it had on at all was an older sword. Plus, while she had seen many demacians, both soldiers and otherwise, during her lifetime, this was something that, yes, she could identify as a demacian set due to how it was built, and its patterns, this was not what recent visits, or even older ones, would reveal as standard wear. She looked back up to the face and moved a little herself, mostly turning and moving her head to get different looks at the figure, seeing if she can make anything else out about it with her sharp eyes, but there just wasn't much to see. After doing so, she stopped for a moment, seeming to consider her options as her cape went back down to her back solidly, the atmosphere shift having stopped with the figure's own cessation and the area behind it looking for the better. Eventually, she took the first step, and taking several more, speeding up. One hand went to the fox as if to secure it as its lifeless but cleaned and beautiful body bounced. "Hello there," she eventually managed to say out as she stopped, turning a bit to her side to show the fox and to put less emphasis on her weapon that glowed on her back. She was easily within conversation distance, if the figure hadn't moved, of course. While there was no face, she did look at his white 'eyes' while addressing. "Are you hungry? I see you don't have any supplies." She wondered how it would react, if it would recognize her for who she was, or other facets. She was prepared to have to move back quickly, but simply staring at her, it didn't seem to have too much interest in a fight from what she could tell, though since knowledge was limited to sightings, not behaviors, it payed to be cautious, even if trying to be friendly. In the end, however, she was out here to investigate the rumors of this thing and simply staring at it would not gather her any information she hadn't already been informed of. She would do what she needed to, but so far, it hadn't hurt anybody, just was quite a scare to some. She held her ground in stance, for now.
: > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-14T05:34:34.364+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png Ashe simply stayed in her position, figuring that with the option of an out being given and Ariella not taking it to move the topic, that it was entirely possible she was the only one that this person had been able to confess and let her feelings out to in solitude for quite some time. With that being the apparent case, she simply stood there, her hands remaining on the vastaya's shoulders and continuing to rub gingerly in an attempt to relax them. It all sounded sublime to such a degree. While she had had early fears of such a thing happening to her, the nation turning on her while the Avarosan were in their infancy, their idea small and power more limited, she was happy that had not happened, but to hear it occurred elsewhere, that was not good either, of course. "I'm sure you did what you could, and that's all that could be asked," she said at last. As the colors of her guest came back, she was somewhat discontent with how little she seemed to actually be able to do to make them feel better. She had tried being open and discussing it with them so far, or simply listening, but perhaps the sad truth was, only time and self reflection would make something of that absurd degree even begin to be alright. "I can't say any have shown up here before, though it is my privilege you would divulge this information to me. Knowledge of such things is not always so up to date considering the distances we sometimes face, so thank you." Her final words, before she released the vastayan's shoulders from the massage and leaned over the side of them, pulling the still warm plate on the table towards them, as if a gift. It smelled good, with a soft and sweet aroma, the bread light brown to yellow in color, the cheese soft, like a half-liquid. With one hand on the table, her fingers tucked at the knuckle in a small stance, she smiled towards her guest as if yet again trying to offer it, this time without words. While she couldn't possibly heal her guest of these wounds, she could try to make them comfortable, so she would continue trying to do so. That is the least she could do to for someone that seemed traumatized, if it be by words, or by actions. She felt it had already worked some, as Ariella had felt safe enough to speak of all this, even if it did not take much focus to see it caused the vastaya pain to do so. That was trust caused by kindness, and her hospitality that had been complimented on. She hoped it made a grand difference upon the guest, but would settle for the least bit of help.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000002,timestamp=2018-11-16T18:15:53.429+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png At least that seemed to alleviate some of Ashe's worries about the guest seeming completely uninterested in the food before them, both in the hunger they might have experienced but refusing to eat, or any offense she might have somehow caused to make them not wish to do so. However, the next part was, naturally, counter news of the opposite flavor, and admittedly to her, was somewhat confusing. They would be more angry that someone tried to end their suffering and oppression? Then she put it into perspective as the obvious conclusion came, the Winter's Claw were the same way. She had had her mouth open as if to say something against that but passed it off as a tic, hopefully. At first such an outcome seemed incredibly faulty to her, and she had indeed started to get angry at such a thing. She hoped Ariella had not noticed the small flash of it, despite the two looking at each other's eyes right after those words. The people had no reason to trust her really and she shouldn't take it so personally. Be in their perspective, be wise about it, she had to think to herself. It was something she thought she was good at, but even still, there were simply so many different lifestyles out there, so many people, most of which she would like to think are innocent. The next words that she seemed to stutter with however, those could not go unanswered. "The day of?" she was soft about it in her voice, waiting for the coughs to finish. She was a bit worried about the fit as well, but her guest cleared her throat so she would give her the benefit of the doubt, much more, however, and she'd move to Ariella's side and pat her back, similar to the massage, however. For now, however, she continued once the traveler seemed to have her coughing subside for the moment, "are you able to see the future?" she inquired as to the strange wordings, since Ariella was quite hinting she knew when she may die, it sounded like. "I heard vastaya live a long time, and I hope you do just that. I'll keep this feather on this table, so I can see it each day, and I hope it will be lit for a long time," were her reassuring words. While Ashe was usually open minded, future telling was something she was a bit sketchy about, prophecies and such, like how many believed she was Avarosa reincarnated and it was some ancient prediction. While she of course still thought them important, and believed in some herself, being caught up in one from the other side... made her more thoughtful of such things being questionable, or avoidable, or what have you. She tried to be polite about it, but she, of course, did not feel like she was an Avarosa reincarnation, or that she was destined to save the Freljord. She knew that she was trying her best and that she loved her people.
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-08T20:18:07.126+0000) *Annie shook her head.* "No... I don't mind wearing Feljrord clothes." *Annie did not understand the significance of this question. Were Freljordian clothes somehow different than Noxian clothing? Annie had very small experience with different types of clothing, so it would be welcome.* "I've never seen blue clothes before... It would match my eyes!" *Annie was definitley on board with the idea of new clothes, and was excited to explore the options with Sten. Hearing that a queen also wore similar clothes added to it as well. Annie still had an inflated idea of what a queen was, so her influence was reaching Annie without any effort on her part.* *The cold was not a problem for Annie at any point in her life that she could remember. Not only that, she practically radiated heat from her body, and even in extreme situations literally summoned small spouts of fire surrounding her to maintain a comfortable temperature. Heavier clothing might help her in keeping the flames at bay, but Annie wouldn't come to that conclusion on her own.* *Sten mention her backpack reminded her that she hadn't introduced him to her best friend that was with her the whole time!* "Oo! Wait." *she said, excitedly. Annie slipped her right arm through the band of her backpack, swinging it to the front of her. She opened the latches on the top, then pulled out her teddy bear from the bag. She then latched it back, closing it, then swung it back on her back and put her arms through it.* "This is Tibbers!" *Annie held him in a way to display him to Sten. Tibbers appeared to be just an average teddy bear. He was missing a button on his right eye, as his left eye was still there. Other than that, however, TIbbers appeared to be in pristine condition. So much so that it was like night and day compared to Annie's own overall state. Tibbers appeared to be groomed and cared, clearly something very special to Annie.* "Tibbers is the coolest bear you'll ever meet! He's strong and fast, and he really likes tea parties." *Annie smiled exuberantly as she talked about Tibbers.* "Me and him have always been together, and he always keeps me company."
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2018-11-15T23:32:08.587+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png >I hope it is a very pleasant one. Her first words did little to change his expression, as it seemed the longer exchanges went with Annie, the more childlike and happy he became. He could only smile to such a degree with a calm outlook! "Very fancy it is? I can make try," he one of his fingers on his left hand with some of them on his right, perhaps a little embarrassed at the thought. "I not sure where we get leaves, Ashe friendly with Ionia, gets some, but how many left, I do not know." Then the idea hit him, "but if anyone have, she have, maybe she teaparty with us? I no idea if she had one, but I bet has! We have tea party with multiple peoples!" Internally, if Annie was a bit older, he would have called it a doubledate, though if Annie repeated that term to Ashe should she accept to join them and have tea while they were there, he is not sure if he would survive his embarrassment at that point. He smart enough to not make that joke for now! He stopped rubbing and laughed at Annie for her next conversation piece, as it was perfectly fine for him. "I suppose bears no wear clothes often, they no need, he does look very fine as it is! And think nothing of it, I just glad you, well, both you, alright!" His cheeks turned a pinkish hue and he turned towards the door quickly, Annie was being so nice to him, and it was setting his heart on fire with how she reacted to him, how sweet she was, how she loved Tibbers so much. "Well, well, let's go make fun!" He said while still looking at the door, befre moving to it and opening it. The ground was a little wet, the stones, but there was no snow. It was a little bit too warm for it and it became the water, however, it wouldn't be slippery. Sten stepped outside, it was clearly evening. Annie had given his sleep schedule a spin as he tried to watch her as much as he could. At last, he finally looked back at her, his cheeks still red like a tomato but ignoring it for now as his emotions had turned to glee. "Alright," he let out with a half jolly laugh, "first we make right here, go to market, we get you fancy clothes, not just to wear, but in case tea party, you said has to be nice clothes after all! Then-" He then stopped all of a sudden, as if something was terribly wrong. He turned towards Annie completely, maybe five steps out the door and looked down at his own clothes. "Oh, right, please stay putted, I need good clothes too! I be minute!" And so, Sten disappeared inside with fast movement for a man his age, door closing behind him. If Annie put her ear to the wooden door, she could likely hear him bumbling around a little, but in a short amount of time, only a couple minutes, he exited a changed man it seemed! He had a nice, brown leather belt with studs and wore pants of a grey color. He had long, near half up his ankle brown boots as well and seemed to also wear a shirt with a coat over it, both grey like the pants. The coat was nice and came to near his thighs, fluffy white material all around the edges as it hung, with big sleeves, like an official himself of some sort. It had some checkered layers where it was clearly sewn at home, like a blanket, but being diagonal, they were kind looking. However, what might catch Annie's attention the most was that he was wearing something attached to the undershirt on the bottom as well, a short skirt looking article that was longer in the front and back then the sides. Much like the shirt and his large coat, it was grey, featuring white fuzz along the hems, almost like that of stuffed animals Annie just might be familiar with. He lifted both his arms out as he posed, "There now we ready for you get some, then see Queen, if she see me in old hunting clothes, I feel silly... these clothes good?" He smiled again, having had a working man face for most of his time spent going in and coming out. He turned around in a circle, keeping his arms up. While the colors of grey and brown were not exactly regal, the outfit was large, likely very warm, and was very soft if Annie were to touch it. He had done his best and seemed proud to show it, awaiting judgement before they continued. Hopefully Annie liked it.
: > [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-14T05:34:34.364+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png Ashe simply stayed in her position, figuring that with the option of an out being given and Ariella not taking it to move the topic, that it was entirely possible she was the only one that this person had been able to confess and let her feelings out to in solitude for quite some time. With that being the apparent case, she simply stood there, her hands remaining on the vastaya's shoulders and continuing to rub gingerly in an attempt to relax them. It all sounded sublime to such a degree. While she had had early fears of such a thing happening to her, the nation turning on her while the Avarosan were in their infancy, their idea small and power more limited, she was happy that had not happened, but to hear it occurred elsewhere, that was not good either, of course. "I'm sure you did what you could, and that's all that could be asked," she said at last. As the colors of her guest came back, she was somewhat discontent with how little she seemed to actually be able to do to make them feel better. She had tried being open and discussing it with them so far, or simply listening, but perhaps the sad truth was, only time and self reflection would make something of that absurd degree even begin to be alright. "I can't say any have shown up here before, though it is my privilege you would divulge this information to me. Knowledge of such things is not always so up to date considering the distances we sometimes face, so thank you." Her final words, before she released the vastayan's shoulders from the massage and leaned over the side of them, pulling the still warm plate on the table towards them, as if a gift. It smelled good, with a soft and sweet aroma, the bread light brown to yellow in color, the cheese soft, like a half-liquid. With one hand on the table, her fingers tucked at the knuckle in a small stance, she smiled towards her guest as if yet again trying to offer it, this time without words. While she couldn't possibly heal her guest of these wounds, she could try to make them comfortable, so she would continue trying to do so. That is the least she could do to for someone that seemed traumatized, if it be by words, or by actions. She felt it had already worked some, as Ariella had felt safe enough to speak of all this, even if it did not take much focus to see it caused the vastaya pain to do so. That was trust caused by kindness, and her hospitality that had been complimented on. She hoped it made a grand difference upon the guest, but would settle for the least bit of help.
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-15T06:52:52.788+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png It seemed her bow nestled in its holder atop her bed had gathered attention, though she supposed that was perfectly natural. When looked at, she simply gave a smile as she listened to the question posed. Her face had been rather neutral for a few moments, she having retreated a more personal distance away after moving the food and seeing nothing happen after, though she was still to the side and nearby, of course. "I am," she said not in a way that seemed as if admitting, but as if confirming, as she seemed impressed that would be known to someone from so far away. Perhaps she needed to double down on reading about others and learning what she could... even if Ariella admitted she didn't know much, she at least knew, and didn't have the visual queues of bright feathers to go off of like Ashe did for the reverse. "For sensing magic, though," her hands crossed a little as she continued to lean forwards, one over the wrist of the other, flat on the table, "if I can, I've never done so consciously." She was glad the conversation had moved some though, as perhaps with a little time the emotional state of her guest could recover. However, admittedly, she also realized perhaps the answer she had given had not been what they had wanted to hear. That couldn't be helped though, as it was the truth. She moved even a bit further away as they began to do something, of which she was not quite sure what until it was basically over. She looked at the feather, but then looked at Ariella and took in the words, thinking she was likely to learn something, and indeed, she did. She also seemed to have become the keeper of this feather as it was put down on the table, which the movement of caught her eye as she followed it being put down, then seemed to marvel momentarily at its effects on the, perhaps assuredly, magical items nearby. "There will always be magic in the Freljord," she said for the second part, "so I don't expect this feather to lose its glow for quite some time." They were words of encouragement, complete with, finally, her putting her hand on the vastayan's for just a few moments as it was spoken. "It seems like you are doing the right thing here, and that you have experience, don't sell yourself short." The hand was removed slowly. Now the news of the journey to Noxus and the weapon there had certainly made an uproar on many political areas, and, in this case, she was further along in her knowledge than her guest was. However, she didn't have the heart to tell them that supposedly the weapon had indeed been stolen already. Putting two and two together was not very hard for her there, and she wondered how powerful such a weapon could be, as she used hers quite often and respected it as such. "As for me, I'm always focused," she ended with to move along. With her hand she had just removed, she pinched the bottom of the feather as gently as she could to pick it up, and her eyes became a solid color of beautiful light blue. While she of course could not see that herself, she had dismissed the odd feeling as to the magical potency the vastaya had apparently put into this lifeline. "This is very beautiful, I'll have no trouble noticing its glow each passing day." She leaned down lower to get closer, her forthcoming smile hopefully having more impact there as she once again reassured her values, "Repeating so you remember, If there is anything you need for your oppressed people, I will do what I can. While I don't think I can send an army," she admitted, "armies are not what always win battles." She leaned back up to more normal height, and, at last, walked back around, taking her seat once more, a curious look on her face this time, and her eyes turned back to their typical visuals when she placed the feather back on the table between them. While she pulled her chair forwards after sitting in it admittedly regally, she began, "I must ask, do vastaya eat?" It seemed like such an out of the blue question, strange even, but it was an observation, and it would help the tone more then gushy comments may. She knew that while kind words from her status could move some, others put little faith in words, that was an important lesson. But there were many ways to help people, but physically and emotionally.
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad0000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-13T20:45:02.382+0000) > >Were it so easy. "It's not Noxus who wronged my people. Not entirely, at least." *Ariella was still staring downwards, growing oddly pale for a brief moment;* "When I heard that they were coming to a local village of people that... lost their elder to someone in the middle of the night. It was..." *As she spoke, Ariella suddenly stopped, a scent caught in her throat - and almost all color fleeing from her body, for nearly a full minute - before she managed a rough, slow exhale.* "They made the world bleed on that field. They gashed a wound open in everything - not just flesh, not just blood - but the soil, the land itself died. From the few I found and saved, there..." *She gulped air down - hard.* "There wasn't much I could mend." *Slowly, the color came back. Very slowly.* "Of course, people thought that we had something to do with it - and the Order of the Shadow decided that it was best if they stepped in. Started imprisoning any lose Vastaya they found. Executing them." *A rather strained smile would follow;* "I'm not sure if they did it because they were ordered to or if they just enjoyed watching our kin bleed and die. Sadists." *Eventually, the color was back - but a shade or two paler.* "If they ever show up here..."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-14T05:34:34.364+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png Ashe simply stayed in her position, figuring that with the option of an out being given and Ariella not taking it to move the topic, that it was entirely possible she was the only one that this person had been able to confess and let her feelings out to in solitude for quite some time. With that being the apparent case, she simply stood there, her hands remaining on the vastaya's shoulders and continuing to rub gingerly in an attempt to relax them. It all sounded sublime to such a degree. While she had had early fears of such a thing happening to her, the nation turning on her while the Avarosan were in their infancy, their idea small and power more limited, she was happy that had not happened, but to hear it occurred elsewhere, that was not good either, of course. "I'm sure you did what you could, and that's all that could be asked," she said at last. As the colors of her guest came back, she was somewhat discontent with how little she seemed to actually be able to do to make them feel better. She had tried being open and discussing it with them so far, or simply listening, but perhaps the sad truth was, only time and self reflection would make something of that absurd degree even begin to be alright. "I can't say any have shown up here before, though it is my privilege you would divulge this information to me. Knowledge of such things is not always so up to date considering the distances we sometimes face, so thank you." Her final words, before she released the vastayan's shoulders from the massage and leaned over the side of them, pulling the still warm plate on the table towards them, as if a gift. It smelled good, with a soft and sweet aroma, the bread light brown to yellow in color, the cheese soft, like a half-liquid. With one hand on the table, her fingers tucked at the knuckle in a small stance, she smiled towards her guest as if yet again trying to offer it, this time without words. While she couldn't possibly heal her guest of these wounds, she could try to make them comfortable, so she would continue trying to do so. That is the least she could do to for someone that seemed traumatized, if it be by words, or by actions. She felt it had already worked some, as Ariella had felt safe enough to speak of all this, even if it did not take much focus to see it caused the vastaya pain to do so. That was trust caused by kindness, and her hospitality that had been complimented on. She hoped it made a grand difference upon the guest, but would settle for the least bit of help.
: A neat envelope finds itself in the northern Queen's mail, addressed to her in [Amelia's](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1cM2U4skB77G76zFHw7ExZYv-k35Kas0BzuTyimyO5uQ/edit#heading=h.glz7mv3puxy1) tidy writing. https://i.imgur.com/cH7PWFO.jpg https://i.imgur.com/I1ywkjI.jpg
> [{quoted}](name=Insanity Kiwi,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00af,timestamp=2018-11-13T12:17:56.988+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png In the late evening, Ashe was outside her quarters, and, indeed, walking out and about the town, preparing to turn in for the night. It was important to have a physical presence, to judge your people with your own eyes, but also, intermingling was healthy, and not just for them, but for her. As soft sleet fell, bouncy upon her head and the hand she had extended, she took the last usable bite of her apple she had picked from the marketplace. A dark red it had once been, but now it was simply a core. She tossed it to the side, as there was no doubt within her mind either a small animal, such as a rabbit or squirrel, or a bird of some sort, would find such a thing helpful in the cold of night for their metabolic needs. The snow gathering in her hair was small to start with, but due to her hair color, was completely invisible as well. Albeit, when she walked inside to near a fire to sleep, it would make the outfit damp, it would have to dry out a little overnight to remain comfortable the next day. On her last rounds of the day, there were very few people left anymore. Most shops had closed, the guards had thinned out atop the bridge, relegated to sleeping, and having a few on watch behind and under natural covers so as to not be too cold, or be victim to the wind should any blow harshly. While she occasionally waved to those that passed her to move into the mountain, the warmth of their city, she was one of the few still out. However, she had one last thing she could check. While no mail would arrive at night, for fairly obvious reasons given the seasons, checking it now would be as good as checking it the next morning, and she decided that would be a good use of time. She went through the door to the large room, with all sorts of small holders for delivers of items, though mail was there too. Mail was less common, and Ashe was one of the few who could read and write especially well in the Freljord, due to her disposition and goals of the future. While she often checked this place, rarely had there been letters for her that were of an informal nature. Plenty of opportunities, alliances, rejections, but little talk. Though today she could see one was of quite a design for her that she didn't recognize. It was rather proper, but clearly not a governmental item. The name, she did now recognize. It had been a while, and with a smile reminiscent, even if somewhat remembering the workload of how many of these she had accumulated at one point, she took it back to her room, briskly, her hair lightly bouncing as her shoes made noise on the stone ground, placed there for cleanliness and looks for the people. Opening her door, having seemingly got there in no time, she closed it with a spin of her body, before moving to the right of the entrance and sitting down in her small study, a finger turning the whale oil lamp on her way down, letting her see. Opening the letter with anticipation, she began to read,and, honestly, she liked what she saw. A citizen had heard of her from Piltover? She was liked there? While those things were nice, she was more hung up on the fact someone from there knew about her. It almost seemed like bragging about herself would simply cause bad luck, even when it was a fact or she deserved it perhaps, so that was unusual. Still, continuing to read, it was clearly a letter from someone very intelligent if she remembered correctly. While she didn't know too much of the nation down there, the Avarosan traded with them, and Ashe remembered a couple years back they had helped her with a project to design windmills that would function in the cold of the southern Freljord winters, the very ones that spotted the mountain now, giving work such as basic plumbing the ability to exist through the rock. She admired Piltovans in a way for their seeming, from afar, love of bettering society, and their smarts. Even just reading this letter was quite a whirlwind, as while she remembered she had heard of things Viktor used to make, other people making 'companions' as they put it, she was impressed, and her elbows rested on the table. The question itself was just as complex, and she admittedly could not even begin to answer immediately. She retrieved her etching tool and the paper to be indented and cut, but had to think for some time. She tried to begin writing an answer, but such a broad question... her mind was racing. At last, she simply wrote a first word, and used it to springboard into the letter she would take back for delivery in the morning, leaning forwards with gusto. https://puu.sh/C1t4C.jpeg
: Walking through the blowing winds while treading across the snowy lands, the https://docs.google.com/document/d/11iibcOAfKaytT0IqVpyZoGb7fxOv-TyyH7SQWD0YOSk/edit would be just walking as he always does. A lone wanderer of the Freljord lands with tales that children hear as well as many hunters who live across the region. His appearance very rarely seen while never staying in a single place, the figure always leaves behind the footprints only to have the blowing winds erase the traces he leaves behind. *__ As a group of Avarosan hunters made their ways through the night on the search for food as the coldest winters were upon Freljord, they were able to gather up a plentiful supply of fresh meat while having extras for their own families back home. It was a good night as the night sky would be seen with the gleaming stars while having a gentle wind fly through the cold air. One hunter was finishing up with a shot deer until he heard the sounds of armor in the near distance. Grabbing his bow, the man hurried to the near trees where his eyes saw an armored figure treading across the snowy grounds alone yet wearing older fashioned Demacian armor that had the scars of ancient battles. Glowing white snow colored eyes would be seen through the darkness of the helm yet not showing anymore features in the helmet. Was this figure a ghost? A wandering spirit? Or perhaps a long lost soldier just wanting to return home which he can never do? Watching the figure walk away in a slow creaking manner, the knight stopped in its tracks before having the helmet turn slowly towards the hunter who quietly looked back not daring to even move an inch or use an arrow. Pale white breath came from the helmet as the knight just looked at the lone man before turning away then continued on his way. Soon his friends came to his side not knowing the event the man just saw as he saw a living tale that the parents tell their children at nights such as this. Setting out again with their catches and animal meats, the hunters soon returned home with much to give and stories to tell. *__ Days would soon come to pass as several more hunters came back to their homes with the same story of the Winter Knight encounter who has been seen throughout the Avarosan territory for days now. At this point, every hunter has seen the figure walking at the dead of snowy nights before having it walk away without much of a word. It was coming to the point where children were staying up past their bedtimes in hopes to see the knight pass through. Every store was similar was the hunter would see the knight walking only to have it stare back for a few moments before proceeding on its way to nowhere. It did no harm or even have any hostility towards the people who met eye contact with it. It was becoming quite an interesting tale indeed throughout the entire tribe.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ae,timestamp=2018-11-10T00:08:54.477+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png While cold did not slow her down, or cause her to lose feelings in the chilliness, it did allow her to see her breath when she exhaled, which she had to admit had always been a bit of entertainment, ever since she was small. It was something to focus on and pass the time as she walked through the medium sleet falling at dusk. There was a disturbance in the land and she expected to see it for herself. With winter nearly upon them now, most journeys outside the closeness of a village or fort were stalled as the Avarosan holed up for the winter in the comforts of the previously mentioned. However, that had not stopped many of the lagging hunters, who wished to catch some of the later animals in their migration from even further north lands, or the big, strong ones who could survive the winter, from meeting an interesting face out in the now mostly leafless southern Freljord. Of course, the reports of the, figure, if one could call if that, as it had never spoken or interacted with anyone besides exchanging looks, had grown to a degree that it was certainly not people just seeing something. So, in kind, Ashe had decided to go for a hunt of her own, as it was always good practice regardless. She couldn't sit and do logistics all the time, or she would lose her skill as an archer. It was not only the reports of the figure being alone, and having distinctly Demacian in regards to looks, equipment, not even that it seemed to wear full plate in every seen encounter regardless of temperature, but in the end, the thing that many had taken note of when they had finally come to ease it would not hurt them, is it did not carry any supplies from what they could see. A long person walking about in the Freljord, even the southern part, in full metal casing with no supplies, was quite a feat. Ashe's own curiosity had been piqued. So, as of now, she moved about in the leafless dark wood forests with the sun near gone, her black clothing, cloak and hood doing well to disguise her in the low light, as the white of the snow built up from it all diverted most focus, making other things appear black, especially as the sun moved further away. The gold lines upon her outfit broke up her outline in the crisscross of trees of various sizes when seen from the distance. She wanted to see, maybe even meet with this person. However, out here in the wilderness, encounter chances between two single people unless tracking each other were slim, and she had nothing to track them with. It was why she was hunting, it was part of the idea.Her bow stuck to her back, some arrows in the quiver, but a strangely small amount. It had its design, but without her will, it did not glow in the dark so bright as to become a burden. Bent just slightly at the waist, she crept forwards, careful with her steps on the snow so that she did not make any noise. She bent down further, bringing herself nearly horizontal as she moved below a large fallen tree, its leaves gone and dead long ago, but she stopped very suddenly when her peripheral vision caught her attention. Something white and spacious had flickered near a bank of snow that was uphill, against a tree, and her eyes focused on it in the distance. The outline of a grey rabbit with black splinters of fur, gnawing on some mortally wounded grass stems it had dug out of a small hole in the snow due to the elevation increase was before her, and hadn't seemed to have spotted her yet. Its ears moved about a few more times over the course of a few moments, trying to listen for any signs of danger. While she was out to hunt, the rabbit was small, like a baby born in the spring, it would be quiet. Still, she watched its mannerisms, as it was quite cute. The rabbit's ears stood still at one point and Ashe pulled her cowl a bit lower on her head, in case it had noticed her having been watching it for some time, but another moment of silence went by, and she could tell it was a third party. The rabbit launched itself with its powerful, if tiny legs, as a dark orange shape jumped from above the incline at it, running towards Ashe, as it still did not know she was there. The fox was now in plain view as it struggled to change direction towards the rabbit, its orange coat darkened by the half lack of light to look more brown. It skirted about, and as it began to lengthen its legs in a tense stance to begin the chase of the small rabbit, it showed its size, it was a large fox of healthy build. And then, the fox turned in shock to its side as a blue glow encompassed it. The arrow of ice pierced through its upper shoulder and down through its chest with that positioning, and without more than a couple moments of struggle, letting out a long and loud call in shock, it fell to the ground and began to ebb away. Ashe's hand went back to her side as her other moved her bow to her back once more, the glow gone and the cloak of stealth about her once more. The rabbit, upon hearing the fox's scream, had stopped in place to look back, breathing rapidly, ears straight up, as Ashe passed by it at a distance to claim her game, with its beautiful orange coat that had had color even in the canopy of extra darkness. After she walked by, the rabbit finally took off again, moving some dozens of feet from her, before it continued its digging of snow and eating of the covered grass. It must have been quite hungry. Returning her attention to her prize, the arrow would melt, leaving no part of the animal unusable, so she simply broke off both the ends. With simple rags that fit within a pocket, she began to clean it, making sure the blood from the small puncture woulds would stop, and they ended up doing so. However, perhaps the call of the animal, which had had a certain degree of panic to it unlike a simple fox call, would attract the attention of who she wanted to see. Ashe looked to her prey and began to ready it further for carrying, such making sure the mouth was shut with string. She was taking her time. Eventually, the fox was ready, and she lifted it to her shoulders, balancing its long body between her neck and her shoulder guard on her right side. If someone was nearby, they had heard the fox, and as a system of events, Ashe was now easier to see with its coloring about her than she was in her black and gold outfit alone.
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad00000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-08T20:39:01.587+0000) > >Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder. >...one of the twelve, really... "Thank you. It's been a while since my appearance has been met with little more than a yell and the threatening of beheading for far too long." *Ariella blinked and nodded slightly, somewhat frowning at her own rather raw truth; Vastayans had not been given the best of treatments from the more recent Assassin Orders.* *Regardless, she put on the best face she could - somewhere between alien smile and borderline depressed frown. Not a particularly clean mix.* "Words hardly give my people justice, and even less so given how the humans of Ionia and Noxus lied as they spoke of treaties. None of us truly know how many are left. Most of the tribes lay scattered, and there is little we know of one another's whereabouts. Most unsettling." *A few moments would pass before Ariella would speak in her natural language - sounding (probably) unlike anything that Ashe had ever heard before - that proved rather robust but very delicate and intricate at the same time;* "Upta ansa unum, taitah be tervash - upon day of last shadow, Heavenstars welcome you." *She blinked a moment, wiping small sprigs of tears away, before speaking again.* "Your hospitality is a truthful one, and for that, I thank."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-09T09:32:54.206+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png She seemed genuinely disappointed, as even for those outside the peaceful Avarosan tribe, magic in the eyes of Freljord was one of the few things that gathered respect without fail, let alone the wondrous creatures or people that stood with it. Ashe made no attempt to smile at such a thing, deciding without even having to think about it that showing disapproval and sadness was the immediate correct response to such things. The peoples of the Freljord had once been prey to Noxians who thought roughly the same, that they were just things to be moved out of the way or used. Luckily they had seemed to have more luck than the Vastayans on that front, although with how things sounded, it seemed like they needed wishes of luck as well. The words of scattered tribes and such hit Ashe home as well, things that she could relate to even more than the aspects of prior. Instinctively, she couldn't help but lean forwards and place both of her elbows on the table, splayed, with her hands crossing each other out front. "I believe in you and your people, as well as the future," she said softly about their predicament. While it wasn't very many words, and could be something any leader would say to someone with a grievance when they were approached, something about Ashe's eyes and the nature in her reactions made it seem personal,not being between royalty and citizen, but between two people who both had problems and could empathize. Her eyes couldn't help but flutter some at what came next though, the Vastaya speaking beautiful words she could not understand, on the verge of tears. While Ashe had restrained herself with thought before, she didn't feel the constraint of such a thing for now, and with the back of her legs, pushed her chair out as she stood up. She walked over to behind Ariella in a graceful movement almost like a slow motion jump, in which she moved fluidly in an upwards and left motion and eventually both of her hands were each on a shoulder of her vibrant guest. "Sometimes we need rests, and everyone deserves one," she mentioned as she rubbed small circles with the muscles of her thumbs in Ariella's shoulders. "Your journey was hard, we don't have to talk about these things right away if you don't want to, we could eat, share stories, but, in the end, know you have friends here, who have been in that hole, being scattered tribes due to Noxus. That was us of the Freljord not too long ago. The work is hard and you will often question yourself, but it is a reward just to see its effect on people's lives." Personally, she had always questioned herself a lot for good or bad, but her words were personal, experiences she herself had witnessed, been through, caused, and due to that, were from the heart. Even now she probably wondered if the Vastayan thought the scene improper as the Queen of a foreign nation comforted them with physical contact one on one, but Ashe kept setting those thoughts aside as they popped up in the aftermath of not just her movement, but in her speech. Those questioning thoughts. She figured every person in charge regardless of where they were or how far up had them, but just didn't show them. While she had been getting better at being a ruler over the years, she still wasn't particularly proper in how she should act of the part, but perhaps it was simply her style, she tried to confirm in her mind. At some point, a soft touch was needed more than stoicism had been her excuse, and would continue to be.
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-08T20:18:07.126+0000) *Annie shook her head.* "No... I don't mind wearing Feljrord clothes." *Annie did not understand the significance of this question. Were Freljordian clothes somehow different than Noxian clothing? Annie had very small experience with different types of clothing, so it would be welcome.* "I've never seen blue clothes before... It would match my eyes!" *Annie was definitley on board with the idea of new clothes, and was excited to explore the options with Sten. Hearing that a queen also wore similar clothes added to it as well. Annie still had an inflated idea of what a queen was, so her influence was reaching Annie without any effort on her part.* *The cold was not a problem for Annie at any point in her life that she could remember. Not only that, she practically radiated heat from her body, and even in extreme situations literally summoned small spouts of fire surrounding her to maintain a comfortable temperature. Heavier clothing might help her in keeping the flames at bay, but Annie wouldn't come to that conclusion on her own.* *Sten mention her backpack reminded her that she hadn't introduced him to her best friend that was with her the whole time!* "Oo! Wait." *she said, excitedly. Annie slipped her right arm through the band of her backpack, swinging it to the front of her. She opened the latches on the top, then pulled out her teddy bear from the bag. She then latched it back, closing it, then swung it back on her back and put her arms through it.* "This is Tibbers!" *Annie held him in a way to display him to Sten. Tibbers appeared to be just an average teddy bear. He was missing a button on his right eye, as his left eye was still there. Other than that, however, TIbbers appeared to be in pristine condition. So much so that it was like night and day compared to Annie's own overall state. Tibbers appeared to be groomed and cared, clearly something very special to Annie.* "Tibbers is the coolest bear you'll ever meet! He's strong and fast, and he really likes tea parties." *Annie smiled exuberantly as she talked about Tibbers.* "Me and him have always been together, and he always keeps me company."
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-09T08:02:24.016+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png While he didn't say anything at Annie's agreement, the look in his eyes and slight smile that came said plenty about his approval and happiness of Annie seeming willing. He would have to get her something nice to wear, and now he would be a bit more picky, needing to get that exact blue so that Annie would be correct! As he turned to lead her to outside, he was stopped, called back, and he turned about faced, looking down at Annie curiously now as she moved her backpack. Was she going to show him something? He had not checked her backpack for anything, only that she still had it, since when she had came to him in the snow, he could only assume with that information it, and what was inside it, were her only belongings, and he did not feel comfortable looking through an injured person's things! That would be rude, so he had abstained. As Annie got out her stuffed animal, he made the effort to lean down by bending at the knees again to inspect it. He stroked his beard some at it, seeming to give it very serious thought, and, indeed, he was somewhat perplexed. Annie's clothes were somewhat dingy, and she had been traveling through snow, and the mud it caused when it melted, yet the condition on the toy was fit to be given to a child as new! "He certainly look healthy!" he exclaimed, connecting the two thoughts, childish and not, with a bridge, which was easy for him to do. "I think is good bear, only bear I have seen I did not think going to hurt me, but hm," he hummed for a moment, noting how happy Annie was with Tibbers, and certainly finding an easy opening in the conversation. "I have not had tea, maybe sometime we have party about it?" He knew what tea was, but as far as he knew, he had never had any. "You will have to teach me..." He looked up, at the door and scratched his chin a bit more, ruffling his beard yet again, "oh, too! Maybe can get Tibbers something of cloth too! Then you can both match! He not the size of peoples, but, maybe scarf he can wear?" He greatly enjoyed Annie's company, and it showed, as while some adults would feel led on and try to get children to comply with plans outlined, Sten really moved with the flow so long as it made Annie happy. "Am sure can get something, I very important, give people food in winter time!" He stated very proudly, putting one hand on his thigh and raising the other in the air triumphantly, even if perhaps overplaying it for entertainment. He then laughed in a jolly way. Annie sure liked the company of Tibbers, and he had to wonder if she liked him that much too. He hoped so, Annie seemed nice, a well-behaved child. He supposed once they started their small adventure, he would see more!
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-07T19:34:08.872+0000) > >LET'S NOT MISSCLICK THIS TIME AND HOPEFULLY NOT DELETE EVERYTHING AGAIN!!! "You'll have to peel the rind first." *Ariella stated rather flatly, looking at the fruit for some reason;* "Unless you like the taste of the sun in your mouth." *At this point, she reasoned that if there were anyone from the disturbed offshoot of the Kinkou Monastary here, they wouldn't be able to reach inside this chamber - that she was safe here.* "Oh... and just for clarity, this outfit is most uncomforting." *She started with the hood, ripping it aside - a pair of golden-feathered ears rose like twin spires from the sides of Ariella's head, twisting upwards. Most were brilliant sunfire yellow and orange, but some were deep-rooted white and gold that seemed to slowly glimmer with iridescent energy.* *Swiftly removing the cloak that was made of cloth, throwing it to the floor - as it seemed to just vanish into nothingness - Ariella's natural winglike cloak grew and flung out over the left shoulder in seconds. Huge, golden-yellow feathers cast a light across the room, bathing everything and everyone in a dim orange glow; the center of the feathers were white-gold and shone brightly, while the edges were a firey reddish orange, seemingly to dance between the two shades periodically.* *A minute or two of deep breathing from Ariella, before she spoke again;* "I am not a human. I am Vastayan. The blood in my veins are what provides my power, wild magics flowing forth and being directed to mend and heal wounds of both heart and soul. I'm sorry I had not told you sooner, but I did not know who dwells out this far - and how they would respond to my kin. "As for the facial markings, those are natural to my tribe. We are born with them engrained into our skin, small patches of particularly rough among smooth."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad0000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-08T04:40:57.163+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png Stopping with the fruit still in hand and her mouth half open at that point, she nearly laughed a little at how it was presented. "Well I have never had that before, so I'd like to experience it at least one!" she exclaimed as she completed the action. It seemed she had chosen a decently bad time to take in a bite of a new food, however, as while there was some time for her to chew and go through a couple expressions in the array that immediately buffered into her mind at eating a food with taste she could hardly describe, and had never experienced, her guest certainly did more than take off some droll clothing. It wasn't so much as removing as it was some sort of metamorphosis like the butterflies of the spring when the cold had retreated. Ashe swallowed fast, not quite getting to materialize and put to words or body language the rest of the things on her list about the food, as she wanted to speak on this instead. Her hands came up onto the table and leaned back towards her, the fingers on top and viewable from around as she leaned forwards a little quite quickly, her hair moving out of sync with her due to it. Her fruit with one bite of it had long been put down by this point without her even thinking to do so. It was quite a display, and she could say she had seen too many examples of this, even in Ionian books, which were of the more easily compiled due to the relatively more friendly nature of the two places. Ashe had a swelling desire to get up from her seat and walk over, to run her hands in the shape of the feathers that had a grand standing elegance about them, not against them as that amount of respect still stood even in her mind, but just to air the shapes. Of course, that would be impolite and she had to stop herself from doing so, merely looking like she shifted in her chair as her elbows moved against the arms and her thighs readjusted from sudden movement and then cease. She couldn't quite put a name to the creature but felt she should be able to. Giving Ariella the time she needed, the long pause that came after, which she could only guess was due to expending so much energy to shift in such a way, she couldn't help but move her knee up and down under the table, not hitting it, but using her heel to bounce her leg, bleeding off some of her desire to move and explore, and learn. Once she finally spoke, Ashe at last recognized what she was sitting before, a Vastayan, and she remembered that they could look wildly different. She had to wonder if they all had such colorful appearances. To many, they were somewhat in the realm of 'definitely exists' and 'mythological' at the same time for those that didn't live near any of their kind. It was publicly known they were real, but it was somewhat like dragons, or Yeti, you simply didn't really think about it until you saw one in person, like many of the majestic creatures of the world. Then again, Ashe reflected that within in retrospect, she was heavily iceborn, so she belonged to the same group, to where people raised her on a pedestal that was sometimes difficult to deal with without any disappointment to those around her. She understood. Finally she had collected her thoughts enough to address the situation, smiling perhaps a bit too wide and seeming excited due to the small actions, but clearly remaining cool, even if having a childlike moment. "They say Vastaya can look very different from one another, and I take no offense to you hiding, your beauty is attention grabbing, but I must also say, it is more stunning than I even imagined from the letter, what a pleasant surprise! Thank you for choosing to show me your appearance. To my knowledge, I have never met a Vastayan before." Well, now she had, she supposed.
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-07T19:56:41.532+0000) Or a bear that ate them! *Annie nodded when he offered to tell her the story of his tribe, though didn't say anything. She did display an enthusiasm as he began to speak and it extended throughout. Ashe was a very interesting person to Annie, iceborn was a term that she didn't understand but it sure did sound cool, fantastical even. And she let Sten's tribe join hers, that was really nice, not that Annie knew what that truly entailed, but Annie knew what it was like to play on teams and compared it to that.* "Nonono" *she exclaimed in response to him questioning her wellbeing. She dramatically jumped up from her sitting position, showing much more energy then she had before. She put her hands on Sten's shoulders, her abnormally warm hands may be felt if his clothing weren't thick enough. She looked at him but didn't speak for a second. A smile appeared on her face, and she took her hands off of him.* "I feel fine!" *she said with enthusiasm.* *She took a step back from Sten. She was happy to hear that Sten thought that the queen would be happy to meet her, and was honored.* "New clothes? Hmm..." *Annie's clothes were definitley not in the best condition, certainly not good enough for a queen! The offer was tempting.* "Well... Okay." *Annie's clothes certainly were not made to be worn in the much colder climate of the Freljord, Annie didn't really understand people's fascination with thicker clothing in different places. She certainly couldn't feel it, so any clothes were fine to her.*
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa0000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-08T03:35:14.125+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png In honesty, he hadn't been able to talk to anyone like that in a long time, let alone someone who actually seemed to listen and not simply being... there. Annie was clearly excited however, and when she jumped he even gave a hearty sort of half gasp-laugh combination, his hands shifting back to be by his legs as he sat instead of out front for him to learn forwards. Her holding him sure seemed to expedite the process, as, if anything, he seemed to be just as excited as her for a moment, the eyes of the child within his aged body showing his soul, and he nodded quickly afterwards. He had a surge of happiness combine into the flowing streams and create a river, as, very clearly, Annie was indeed fine, warm to the touch and full of energy it seemed! The conversation of clothes and Annie's reaction seemed to not be quite so exciting, but it did give him room to get up, and he did so indeed, putting his hands on his knees in his best regards. "You not mind wearing Freljord clothes, no? If not, I get some for, promise they will be cute, maybe white, with blue? Is like what Queen wears sometimes for audience." While he was certainly concerned in the innermost dungeons of his mind as to Annie perhaps choosing to keep wearing her current clothes. It was true Ashe wore similar clothes not too far more covering, but even she had a hood, and thick shoulder coverings with back protection from chill, and the cold didn't even bother her anyway! On the other hand, Annie being able to walk all this way alone, only losing herself this far in, at this time of year, Sten had to admit he is not sure if he could do such a thing himself in such an outfit, and he lived here. Annie seemed to have plenty of energy and warmth in her indeed! "Is all up to you, I already here and live, don't mean to force, only give good idea! Can go to marketplace and look around a bit, I sure they be gentle for children clothes when winter coming. Then after, we go see Ashe, is good plan?" He turned towards the small door in the center opposite wall of the fire and where they had been, but didn't actually move yet, but he seemed ready to make good on his word, holding a thumbs up in the hand closest to Annie at waist height. "Mm!" he then sheepishly moved the cup back to a place near the fire for it to sit upon, pretending as if he did not almost forget and leave it out. He changed the subject too, but added more onto the first in a way that seemed sensible, "maybe we get you bigger bag too, carry more of stuff? Since possibility new clothes!" He eyed Annie's backpack for a moment before smiling at her. "Can of course do different order if want too though." Sten was just proud to have the company, moving around and showing Annie things would be his fun.
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa0000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-06T17:59:47.140+0000) *Annie accepted the cup from Sten, and she was very surprised with the level of acceptance he was portraying toward her. Him bringing her into his home was certainly a welcome gesture, but Annie was at least a little used to it. Still, she appreciated it. She took a small sip from the cup, milk was not a common drink for her to have, so she thoroughly enjoyed drinking what she was given.* "Mr. Sten" *she adressed him formally, as she had been taught to do that time and time again,* "Who's the queen you keep talking about? She sounds really nice." *Annie was enchanted by just the idea of a queen, as it had been romanticized for her.* "I've heard stories about queens... They're supposed to be really nice! And they always look pretty... so have you ever met her?" *she asked, as she got slowly more excited.* "Do you think I could meet her?"
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa00000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-07T07:08:47.073+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png He watched her intently as she drank it, as he very hoped she found it good, since he had made it from own goat at one point! Though, the formality of being called mister sure perked him up. Being one with a brother, and not being a large age difference between them, they had simply been called by their named by people, since there were two of them, albeit, she put it in front of his first name. He seemed very impressed by it. Annie would also find her excitement was to be shared, as Sten became so as well. "It is Queen Ashe Grenadottir, and she is very nice, and pretty if can say so without getting slapped since she much younger than me is." He grinned at the joke before going back to a more typical expression. "As for if I ever met her..." he thought back to when his small tribe was taken in, probably a good five years or more at this point, yes, more than that. He was still in his same decade range at the time still, but it seemed a lifetime ago. He had always felt like a burden on his family, and living was hard as the talents of members in such small groups of the few dozen or more he remembered it as weren't always fully showcased. In that life, he was mostly good for sewing, and taking care of children, but when a mountain slide had forced the animals they hunt to take a longer way around from migrating back from their winter homes, they soon began to run out of food, their clothing and materials began to go into disarray, as one could not make a shirt from a squirrel, one needed a dear! Or a bear that ate them! A lot of people were lost, but not Sten, his brother a skilled hunter and in the end, he was family. The children wanted to provide for him too, as he was part of their history. Even still, he might as well have been dead, as he served no function for those months. He helped no one, and had no reason to live, and that weighed on him as he ate food that could go to someone else. "Yes I have! A couple of times," his eyes softened as he summarized it in his head, "you mind if I tell you about when her tribe meet mine? I try not to go too long with." Was that warning? If Annie said no he'd of course skip it with a bit of a laugh, but he'd like to tell it judging on his expression! He began, "first time was probably around when you baby, when my tribe joined the Avarosan, we were much hungry, mostly hunted, animals kept not coming." "We lived bit further north than here, was very cold without their fur to help against cold wind! Very hungry making too. Avarosan tribe was smaller, Ashe got made her tribe leader first, made very different leading. Formed blanket not of fur for people, but people for people. Her and scouts came to us one day after finding our footprints, she was younger then, she bigger now from what I seen!" He coughed and cleared his throat, the sentence having been long for him. "Mmhm, she took my tribe in, my tribe was Gluolen. Now I Avarosan just like them." It probably didn't help Annie's fantasy by how he talked about her. "Ashe is of iceborn blood from long time ago with magic, and magic weapon on top! ...she maybe is second coming. My tribe was sixth to join Avarosans, but now Avarosan tribe have many more than that, been long time! I like her smarts, I can grow animal and take care of it, so never have to wait on it to come back! Can grow food so never have to forage in hard times! It is different, but I think she very smart, good ideas. She loves people too and that important." He finished up with, "I know she like to meet someone like you from far away! Noxus always been stubborn with us... but you are nice child, her heart would be ablaze if met probably!" He seemed to get more excited the second sentence around before he calmed some, "does not have to be right way of course, if you feel need recover." He looked over her as if checking, "perhaps new clothes too, warmer ones?" He ended with a smile that twisted his thick beard, an endearing way that would make even an assassin feel bad for hurting him in that moment.
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad0000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-06T19:55:18.951+0000) > >However much I want to scream my head off, God cannot hear me. Not from fear of the post, but from fear of HOLY **CRAP SO MANY FREAKING *WORDS TO READ OW MY BRAIN*** "That's... what I'm worried about." *She looked down, biting lightly at her own lip - Ariella was clearly nervous about it.* "Are you sure? I don't... intend to potentially scare those around me. The people from northeastern Ionia have a cult that follow the Way of the Shadow - and they very *much* prey on my kin." *The glint in Ariella's eyes shone a strange color for a fleeting moment - almost an amber gold flecked with silver - before turning to the original shade of deep blue. An odd occurance for sure, but something minor say the least. Additionally, she noticed how Ashe was waiting for her, and decided to break the standoff, seating herself - legs crossed in the same moment of seating.* "Overall, I think I... should be careful for my first while here. At the least." *Now that she was seated, more of the face was visible beneath; there were odd markings across the cheeks and beneath the eyes - like warpaint, but it was different... something closer to ice glinting off of frozen flesh, but Ariella was still alive, not a frozen corpse in the snow.* "Also, those happen to be Sunfruit. I'd advise not to eat too many, or you'll end up like me for a month. A single bite tinges the skin orange for a day, and much more than that could last up to five."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad00000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-07T04:35:01.995+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png Despite the nervousness they showed, Ashe seemed to understand very well as the two conversed while seated, admittedly their poses being very different. "I'm no stranger to that either, every true nation has its problems as it grows populous and powerful, and people that turn to violence to force servitude, but I'd like you to think you are safe here from getting hurt. Parties of thought joining together can be dangerous if they condone force." While the markings on the small part of her face were more apparent, most in the Freljord would simply assume they were blue streaks representing their tribe, as most things such as that were. However, Ashe was more attentive, and while attentive during their speaking continuing along, it could be seen from her facial expression, even if not her movements, as she was quite trying to sit in her chair very properly, that she was observing and thinking about something. "Whenever you are comfortable with such then, though I would love to see it." While the markings were quite shiny in their own way, for all her knowledge and books she read to stay up to date, that came in too sparingly for her liking, she couldn't exactly claim competency on Ionian decorations. A curled hand came up from under the table and she leaned forwards again, quite far, her waist intersecting it. The hand stopped just short of one of the fruit with a smile that came from the anecdote of turning orange, "may I?" she froze in place nearly literally. If yes, she would take it and that was that, even if not biting into it yet. If no, she would go back to her earlier position. "Your face markings are quite nice," she would say, either way, "I have no doubts that in your uniform those with sound minds would think the entire sight quite stunning, though I suppose you are not alone in being dressed rather mundane." She looked down for a moment at her brown fur clothes, even if large and nice, it still wasn't her sky blue Queen dress, nor did she have the golden crown with three tops within her hair. After laughing, she would take a slow bite of the fruit if she had been allowed one.
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad00000000,timestamp=2018-11-05T19:44:04.923+0000) > > mfw Ashe posts - https://images.fineartamerica.com/images/artworkimages/mediumlarge/1/screaming-face-on-wood-wall-garry-gay.jpg > "I keep screaming but God can't hear me." "Thank you." *Ariella would slightly nod, and step in - peculiarly shaped feet wrapped in cloth scratching on the (probably) wooden floorboards for the first few steps - before setting the basket gingerly down on the table. The hood was still drawn over her head, and the very statuette-like face seemed slightly pale, and the woman waited for Ashe to sit down herself.* "As for the journey on the way here... we ran into some Noxians. They didn't really do much, other than wound a few of the people on the ship - almost killed someone - but I did what I could without the herbs I normally use to medicate. Overall, much worse could've happened." *The fruits that she had brought still were slightly steaming, although they looked like the rind wasn't even slightly changed from how one would expect it when it would have been picked; Ariella did see the frostflower, and her currently dimly lit eyes narrowing to it with curiosity.* *Were Ashe to pick up any of the fruits brought from Ionia, they would feel as if they were a warm coal in her hand - not painfully hot, mind you, but a soothing warmth - as well as having a strange aroma similar to that of a cut grass' dew with the sun's warmth blaring through it.* "I'm... sure you've noticed the fact that I'm not wearing my usual attire. In honesty, I'd prefer to unveil it behind closed doors - the last people I had shown it for did not take kindly to it." *Though Ariella spoke truthfully, there was an odd hollowness to her voice, as if she were only partially alive - as if part of her was elsewhere. Regardless, she was standing quite politely to await her host to seat themselves first.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-06T00:14:41.104+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png >I hope it is enjoyable. While Ashe certainly listened to what she had to say, she had also hoped that her guest would sit first, as not only had they been noted to be carrying something, but they seemed to have odd proportions that did not go unnoticed, especially in their walking gait once both were inside. As they spoke, Ashe almost wanted to believe that that terrible event was what may have caused that, and that this person may have been among those injured that kept going, but good eyes such as hers didn't seem to agree with that by default, and the other portion of the reaction to the statement came forth. Her face had turned to quite one of concern, even if the news was made light of. The person seemed somewhat mysterious either way, as while their heavy clothing could be discounted to the climate of the area for non-natives, especially those with no iceborn heritage such as herself, the fruit seeming so fresh, and someone taking more interest in a potted flower than food after the journey wasn't quite what she had expected. "I'm sorry that happened," she began at last with genuine feeling in her voice, "the Freljord is large, and our population much more modest than this great land. Thank you for any help that you lent, it having been to my Avarosans, or to others, as all deserve a safe journey." It was around that time that she noticed they were both still standing. Even though she had her hand on a chair, having pulled it out and even done a little bit of magic, mostly as practice, to make it warmer, they both seemed to want the other to sit first. There was always compromise. As her guest spoke, Ashe moved to another chair at the table, the one nearest the wall away from the door, a corner chair on the small size of the rectangular furniture. Her eyes, however, were attentive, and for only a brief moment lost contact with Ariella. Her hands folded in her lap passively as she sat and made herself comfortable, the fur of her outfit overcoming the chair and going down both its left and right. She sat rather upright, neither too close to the table to make things awkward, although it came approximately to her waist, or too far back to seem uninterested. "I did think of it," she postulated after a moment almost as an aha eureka, and, after Ariella would sit, if she did, would speak, otherwise it would have been several moments. "Though it is common for people to wear heavier clothes up here when they come from afar, many have heard of the temperature but never witnessed it." Helping to set the atmosphere, the two sandwiches she had constructed still sat, intermixing their smell with the now much more potent winter flower due to the two's close proximity to it. "Many people keep secrets for many reasons, as long as it does not hurt another, I see no reason to judge. Especially if that something is valuable to you." She had come a long way from being a 15 year old matriarch, but to be fair this was a rather comfortable subject she had spoken of many a time, equality, the worth of the individuals, their freedom of choices so long as it did not harm another. While Ashe may not have known why such an, assuredly, vibrant appearance from someone helpful would cause others to be at odds, she could still be positive about it towards them, and the person had come such a long way to simply show her things that had the possibility of helping others. So far, they only seemed quiet and calm. For the cause they declared to live for, the occupation of a healer, there was little she could do but show respect at such an ideal. She remembered how the letter described this person, a spiritual individual who wore a radiant cloak that granted them a channel for their healing abilities. It reminded her of her bow, which due to her low overall skill with her ice powers, gave her security, an anchor, to make her better. She spoke in an especially quiet tone, and finally did lean up some towards her guest, "if you wish to show me what you described, I think it was, a cloak of many vibrant feathers, in your letter, I would love to see it, and I think it is plenty warm in here for you to take some layers off, but, of course, cool enough for it to be fine. However, as you have already healed some of the injured of the Freljord, traveling here from Ionia, if I recall, you don't owe me anything further." She smiled, and while curious, her conscious was one of her most powerful forces. Knowing just a few people had been helped made her a bit happier for today. Her voice returned to normal after a smile like sunshine, "as for those," she brought one hand up above table height as she leaned back to be upright once again, it somewhat portraying itself as being interested in the basket, "I must admit I am very curious, Ionian food imports are very popular with my people, you have many good things to eat." She, of course, was a part of that group. Even though trade with Demacia had improved in recent times, some food in Ionia was simply... very unique. The Freljord had its own unique food to trade back, of course, things that would not grow in more humid, southern climates, but perhaps that was a facet of positivity for collaboration.
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa00000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-05T20:08:59.434+0000) Happy birthday! *Annie didn't say much else even after he answered. She seemed a bit quiet after she had such a sudden spark of energy after waking up. The malnourishment she was experiencing was clouding her mind from being able to think straightly. When he returned with the berries in hand, she hesitated slightly in taking them. She had never seen them before, it was completely unfamiliar however she was willing to take them as she had some form of trust in adults, especially an old goofy man like Sten.* *After eating the berries, a certain color came back to her. She had been revitalized by such a simple act as being fed, and now she was more willing to talk more to the kind man. She looked at her clothes, they were a bit worn out from traveling, and she never even considered that someone might recognize her as being an outsider just based on her clothes at all.* "I am Annie" *she repeated* "But I got here from walking... From that way!" *Annie pointed toward the fire, though seemingly past it as if she actually remembered the direction she came from, which she didn't.* "I live in Noxus. But I live closer to here than I do than any Noxus places..." *Annie paused. She didn't know much about the Freljord, it was mysterious to her, every other place in the world was. Probably even the Noxus capital would be, she combed over what to follow that up with.* "I also live alone... I wanted to see the snow. I've heard about the snow and I see it all the time from far away, but I never saw it until I walked here. But once I got here I just kept walking and walking until I just got lost... and then I don't really remember much of what happened."
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-05T22:53:06.158+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png >Thank you! While Annie had at first seemed hesitant, she seemed to eat them all up and seem much restored after not too long! It made his heart fell well, as her emotions and expressions had made his eyebrows tilt up in anticipation. The fact she seemed to feel fine with him was all the heat he needed for now. She was much more attentive, and much healthier it seemed! He sat the rest of the way down, crossing his legs and putting his large arms down beside him. His feet had almost gone to sleep, but it seems he had made it just in time. He himself was attentive, and when she pointed at the fire, he snapped to attention almost as if taking an order, interested in hearing about what the strange child from the wilderness had to say. Those eyes of his continued to have a sparkle to them until she finished, listening and not straying from her again as he looked down with his shoulders slumped. She couldn't be more than what, 7 winters? 9? "Walked here from down there all by self?" He clearly thought that was pretty grand considering how his voice pitch shifted up over the course of his sentence. He had recognized the word of Noxus, and it sort of scared him some, but the rest was too much for him to be hung up on it, especially after Annie had continued along and said her peace. "Is far, I have never been to place that snow not had in at least sometimes, so you find plenty here to see though." He chuckled, though not quite as enthusiastic as he had prior. "Seems when you got lost, you walk into me, at least you no freeze, were warm actually, but I putted blanket on to be certain." A single hand, his right, coaxed the edge of the quilt near him in its soft animal fur qualities. While it was not entirely upon her due to her waking up, it was of course still close. "Like said for after part," he then leaned to the side while still sitting cross legged, moving his hand to grasp a metal bowl that was near the fire in it, and grabbing a drinking cup hanging not far behind him on the rock mantle of said fireplace with his other hand, twisting some to do so. While he seemed old, he didn't seem all too limited in basic tasks. "For where we be now, I brought you to home of mine. Sometimes my brother here, but not right now, he travel south in winter, likes hunting animals. Is why I'm alone, at least in house." He poured the liquid, white in color, from the bowl into the cup with a little bit of a shake in the former's hand, but perfectly good enough to accomplish the task. It lightly steamed as it filled, mostly due to the cool air then it actually being that incredibly hot. "Well not really, you here, hmmm. Well I not really alone. You may have lived far from Noxus," he said the last word a little slower, and stopped pouring, the cup near full, "but you in Freljord now, and we are in capital, ancient holy city Rakelstake!" He wanted to do his hand in an impressive half circle above his head at the revelation, but both his hands were full. He leaned over to put the bowl back near the fire, it still having plenty of liquid, and then proceeded to do the arm motion, out of sync with his supposedly very impressive speech now. "Queen of biggest tribe in all Freljord lives here, she take me in few years back, whole tribe of mine too, now I grow food for all to make nibble on." His eyes seemed to soften as if this was incredibly important to him, still holding the cup almost as if he had forgot about it for now, "is peaceful here, nice place to live, get to talk to people about not fightey or hunty things. She is a nice young lady." A few moments of silence since he had said so much, "hope I not talk too much, I just excite you here and from so far, here, have warm milk," he exclaimed at once more normal sounding, handing the cup to Annie should she want it. If not, he'd merrily drink it himself.
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-04T01:39:18.301+0000) *Annie quickly turned her head toward him once she heard him speak and move around. She was astounded that someone had gone to such length to ensure her safety, though she was unsure exactly what lengths that had been done. Sten seemed to be comically clumsy, and it helped in providing some sort of comfort to an awkward situation. Annie's face showed confusion as if she wasn't sure what was going on. The hand on her shoulder wasn't completely unexpected, she had experienced it with other concerned people before.* *Annie was hungry and thirsty, but her rest had certainly cured her weariness, though a bit still remained it wasn't nearly as bad as when she collapsed.* "I'm hungry." *she said slowly, though ended it with a slight smile. She didn't appear to be showing any signs of any long term damage through the way she was behaving.* "Who are you?" *she asked, curious* "I am Annie."
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa0000000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-04T22:53:41.751+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png While his face had certainly been a rapid mix of embarrassment, curiosity and worry, it soon turned to that of relief and he couldn't help but give a hefty chuckle at that being her only complaint, complete with a small. He moved off a bit, and with his seasoned legs cracking in a few places from the lightly chilled air, he got up surprisingly well for how old he looked. As a matter of fact, he didn't even trip. "I'm older man, known as Sten, terrible hunter if you ask my brother and like little bab-ee but big if you ask most people done meeting me before," he turned back to say to her as he made his way to the side of the room to some containers. Even with his beard, his smile he adorned while speaking to her in those first moments of absolute relief permeated all barriers. One might believe they would be storing liquid, but against the cold mountainside rocks of the interior of his home, many things could be. He knelt again this time to remove the lid off of one, though didn't seem to pop this time. "You have a nice name, starts like name of Queen, it is excellent meeting you," the excitement at not only Annie being alright but at having someone interesting to talk to. One last time, he turned back, lifting something out almost like cupping water. In this silly fashion, he managed to get to his feet by wiggling using both his legs, before walking over to Annie with quick footsteps. He lowered down in a similar way, and within his hands were berries, ones of a peculiar purple blue color. "I made for eats," his voice for the first time going calm and like a caregiver despite his silly word choices at times due to his accent. "They are somewhat sweet, but also can have a tart too, I have lots!" Perhaps Annie would have questions of how he was able to produce such a thing when near every morning and night, the ground and trees were covered in snow that seemed to eerily branch more into this world with each time. As for now, however, he simply wanted her to eat, not even having bothered to put the lid back on the barrel-like container. A few minutes would not hurt his food, and Annie had been asleep for days, he thought she was incredibly strong to be able to speak so soon, let alone smile, and it didn't matter how much snow there was, his heart had melted knowing she was alright and that he had done a good enough job. He never was good at hunting, no, but he was good at taking care of things, and making sure they did alright. Before, all that made him was not complete dead weight in the tribe, a babysitter, but here, it let him take care of plants, feed people beyond what he imagined would ever come from a hunt he performed and live comfortable as he could in his time. He would continue to hold the small sphere-like fruits in his cupped hands for Annie to dine on, unless she simply took all of them, in which case he would use his arms and hands to lean. Either way, the Avarosan tattoo in greyish material on his arms glistened against the fire's movements, just as his beard of grey much alike ruffled anytime his mouth moved. He wanted to talk to Annie, but he also wanted to let her eat, and most people could not do both at once... after a bit, or a few bites and swallows, he would finally disturb her, "your clothes not like Freljord tribes I seen, where you from?" He wanted to ask more, and was almost comical in how he seemed to be fighting himself between the choices, "and how you get to here?" Then he caught himself and snapped out of it, his eyes going a bit wider. "I mean how you get to cold Freljord, not my house, I carry you here when you collapse in snow." He corrected as if it needed said or there would be utmost confusion.
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad,timestamp=2018-11-04T01:39:49.782+0000) > >Welcome back, my Queen. *A small, fairly slender form hiding under a darkly shaded hood and cloak, one with a breath that would cloud out from under the hood, ragged and rough. From what little color was in the skin under the hood was visible, it would have seemed Shuriman in shade - deeply sun-baked orange - but the voice was off. She clearly was speaking a language not naturally falling upon her lips and tongue.* "My name is Ariella Dawnwing. I seek a particular... Queen of Averosaia, if I am not mistaken?" *The thinly nose peeking out from beneath the heavy and long-drawn hood had a few points of clear bitter coldness deep within it. The only lock of hair visible dipped just beneath her chin - a dull blonde, with some sort of odd greyish black to it.* *Regardless, she had a small basket herself, with strange, melon-looking fruits that had an equally odd coloring to them; streaks of gold and red and white, some of it was in whirls and slides. For some odd reason, they seemed to be lightly steaming... but surely that was just the guard's imagination?* *Overall, the woman was of a peculiarly small torso, with relatively lanky arms and legs. The left hand held the basket, and the right lay beneath the long cloak, against her stomach-line.* "I believe we exchanged letters a while ago, mayhap three months or so? I've lost count of the days since the light has seemed to vanish from even the night's eyes. Quite... concerning, in all truth."
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ad0000,timestamp=2018-11-04T02:11:01.869+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png "I see," he stated softly, somewhat thinking, somewhat on guard deep down. It was obvious this person wasn't from anywhere nearby, and while that was interesting to observe, and even listen to, due to their voice, the part of him that was more formal due to his line of work had to at least jump a little at all of this, as was perhaps the nature of anyone meeting a pure unknown. While it was true that Freljordian was a rather harsh language and one of the oldest, he had little to frame it with since he was monolingual. However, he recognized the name, despite her way of speaking and strange appearance. He had to think about it for a moment, to be sure, but the name was rather unique, despite the distractions of things such as appearance or manner of speaking. "Yes I do remember it being mentioned," he seemed to give out as his helmet lowered slightly to watch the basket and its contents more carefully, as if weighing his options. Regardless, the lack of being able to see where his eyes were made the whole thing rather unceremonious, and as a whole, not very engaging to watch. While truly interested within, it was in the end none of his business, or at least partially not, who the Queen conversed with and met with, so long as they were not dangerous. He stepped to the side slowly and knocked on the door with the armor on his knuckles. "Someone is here to meet with you, my Queen, Ariella." He pulled his hammer with him afterwards. It was perhaps interesting how he didn't seem to speak his words in the same way most Freljord people did, but very officially, he was proud of his job. ______ Decently early in the morning, Ashe was not dressed terribly officially. With a brown fur coat of only modest thickness and a dress to match just below the knee, it was an outfit perhaps more relegated to a hunter in the summer, but its distinctive gold curvatures around its outsides proposed otherwise. In front of the fire embedded to the direct entrance left in front of the table that was at this time behind her, she knelt with a pan, careful to neither burn the bread from lowering it too close with the metal apparatus supporting it over-top of it nor to make the cheese within, Colby with a slight sweet flavor, to not let it become too much of a liquid. Due to her attention being on such a thing and the fire often putting out its own sounds and inflections, she was not particularly paying attention to the outside. However, once the knock came, she seemed to perk up without surprise and removed the now lightly toasted bread, with runny cheese. Made from the wheat and animals the Avarosan grew, many foods like this would be eaten over the winter. Cheese was good in the cold. It emitted a small smoke trail as she put it upon the wood table not too far from a winter flower with notable buds. Meandering about a chair to get to the door, she would swing it open slowly, both hands against it but making little effort to move it, as it swung outwards. She had heard the name well when she responded to the knock and looked the guest up and down quickly, only clad in socks upon her furred floor, she herself looked rather informal. Regardless, the smell of food quickly made its way to the door as the slightly warmer air from the nearby fire in the rock-face made its attempt to escape. Ashe had met many visitors of many different species that had come, during many parts of the year. Many lived here, and she tried her best to be unbiased, as that was what it meant to be united, so her looks stifled quickly and a smile began. She remembered the name, even though it had been a while, and she moved back some, against the door, attempting to flatten her body while motioning with an arm, "please come in, let us talk." When they talked by to enter, her eyes were yet again pulled to the colorful basket denizens, who, with the softest smell of her own, seemed to have their own personality. "I'm glad you could make it, before winter hit full force too!" she interrupted herself with. The door would come to a close with her arm out elongated, the fur falling over the front and back as it held together with its light connections. There was no hood, so her silver-ish white hair seemed to almost sparkle at the fire's dancing. "Are you hungry? Did everything go alright?" She seemed genuine, as the cold bothered many even if she could live within it. Moving slowly with her hands placed in front of her once beginning, slowly, she herself moved to one of the four chairs at the long table, the one nearest her bed against the back wall, and, indeed, pulled it out seemingly for her guest. "I hope I'm not coming on too strong, but you traveled all this way, here," her hand on the back of it had a slight mist to it that tapered off and moved like a gas of bright blue color for a moment or two, disappearing. When her guest would sit, they would find the chair surprisingly warm, almost as if someone had sat in it before they had arrived. As if heat had been injected into it for comfort's sake. She was proud internally she had been able to pull something like that off, no matter how small it seemed of a deed.
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Belief in the dreams that I have yet to see, the sky shows life ahead and a light on me Offering, a hopeful appeal. For all error, or fault, or wrong, learn from all you do.
: The Ice Fortress of the Avarosan
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ac,timestamp=2018-07-29T20:45:17.388+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png It had been roughly three months since they had converted, and a lot had happened since then. Frankly, there were a lot of things to keep up with as the winter months approached, as even though Avarosan territory was a farming basket, in the winter, that would change as the cold winds rolled in from the east, making it snowy and icey all the same as the rest of the Freljord. Many things had happened, but Ashe was always concerned about the ships in the winter, as there was always a chance their wooden hulls could be damaged, or they could become stuck or delayed in the ice. Each one that arrived at the closing of the year was something to treasure until they left once again when spring time began. Only the bravest and toughest would still work throughout the winter, or those with strong ship bows, perhaps. The winter cycle may have been but a small part of most land's planning, but for her, it was vital and a lot was done to prepare for it. Not letting people fend for themselves, Avarosans had gathering places, Rakelstake being one, that one could come for the winter, where food was saved overstock in preparation over salt from the summer sea, or hot water from underground. The interior of the mountain home would shield against the winds that came with it. One could almost say the statue of Avarosa provided warmth, though if it was spiritual or physical warmth was something of a conundrum perhaps. Still, from the large river that ran nearby, the walk to Rakelstake itself was rather short, itself view-able from the landing. ____________ As well, upon being requested to meet with Ashe, Ariella would be led beyond the statue, likely 100 feet tall, and into the inner workings of the city, where the roof was more enclosed into the mountain, by a female guard weilding a bow. The outside was protected from the wind, for sure, and a sort of basin shape between the two ramps to enter to each side where guards were posted, but snow could still fall in with a breeze. Continuing further in, the Avarosan militia member clad in brown and grey furs, with distinctively no metal armor, as it could easily freeze in the cold if on a campaign, led her deeper. After some walking, they entered the great hall, the doors more than a dozen feet tall, and just as wide. Inside were rows of tables as if for an entire warband to eat at, though it was surprisingly empty, as war was not inherent to these people, one could say. They went back beyond these with careful steps to announce their presence, and did come upon one warrior clad in metal armors like those of the more southern nations. One could probably postulate because he was stationed here for defense, and would not be going out into the wilderness dressed like that. It's not that metal armor had any disadvantage in the cold, it simply itself got and kept cold, making the wearer cold without any layers to guard against that, so it was uncommon. The armored man nodded his head and stepped forward, dismissing the outside guard that protected the upper rows outside, giving a saftey net of the entrance. "I am Halvar," he would state through his lined helmet, though his voice was sweet, like a middle aged man, "I guard the Queen's personal chambers." His head looked down to the things she was carrying, the grill on the front lined. He had a large warhammer, the hammer part touching the ground as he touted the handle like if a walking stick. "May I have your name?" he regarded curiously, his voice pretty official sounding, but soft in its own well. His voice being diverse of his armored look did well to make the mind curious of what he may look like underneath. He wasn't too much on guard it seemed due to the way his weapon and body posture were positioned, as the things she were carrying, in a basket, were not likely to be the cause of trouble, but of something set up for either a gift or a demonstration meeting. Of course, the interesting proportions of the individual had also quite compelled both individuals to give them a sense of curiosity. It was quite interesting, and although neither had commented on it, the first, the militia woman, had certainly grabbed many looks. While Halvar's eyes could not be seen, his head was slightly atilt, granting him sight of it at an angle to take more in. He was curious via body language.
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa0000,timestamp=2018-07-29T05:58:14.449+0000) warm hearts in cold land *Annie would not awake during her travel with the old man. Sleep felt more important to her body, so she continued to do that for nearly half a day since she first collapsed infront of him. The fire that heated the room would contrarily cool Annie's body, as it had much less to do to combat the dangerous cold, and would stop heating her via magic.* *As Annie had awoken from her long sleep, she didn't seem confused outwardly, but in her mind she had no idea how she ended up here. She did remember traveling, but not much was remembered hours before falling sleep originally. She noticed a fire in front of her. This caused a short-lived panic in fire as she started to question the origin of the fire, but after a short investigation she could tell that she was not in fact the cause. She let out a deep breath in relief, she was glad to not cause any harm.* *Annie looked at the rest of her surroundings. "Where am I?" she thought to herself. She almost instinctively felt her back, feeling her backpack was still there was comforting. Everything that she had left from her long journey was still in their, including her bear Tibbers, which was a relief. Losing him would have been a big trouble for her. She noticed a make-shift bed made from some blankets; She even had a pillow and another blanket covering her.* "Hello...?" *she called out to the small houseroom. Annie didn't properly look for anyone else in the room, she was very concerned with herself and her things to look. Plus the fire in front of her was distracting, to say the least.*
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa00000000,timestamp=2018-07-29T18:54:10.727+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png In the corner of the room away from the middling fire and the small girl would be Sten, who was snoring just loud enough to let others know he was alive, but not loud enough to disturb anyone. So was the case of being a sibling, such a thing would be unacceptable and the two had done many things to help each other live together in a single roof. He couldn't keep his brother awake when his brother provided the food… Or, at least, when they were together, unlike now. Still, he shook his head and rolled over onto his side when the child called out, somewhat in a stupor as his functions began to grace him. Alas, his eyes flickered a few times before getting the sleep out of them, trying to focus as his mind began to work ever so slowly. It had been a couple of days that he had been here with his guest. Alas, his eyes cleared enough after a few describable long moments. His hand went to the furred floor beside him as he began to get to his feet, jacket and such still adorning him and his blanket falling off as he did so. It was likely he hadn't been asleep long. There's little way he could be considered a threat as he licked his dry lips and near stumbled upon standing, letting out a big yawn after, he was likely simply too… relaxed, goofy. But, as soon as his eyes laid upon Annie, who was shifting around and awake, he realized what had woken him. His hands rubbed his eyes as he leaned back and forth with an as of yet calibrated balance, murmuring a bit in his way of speaking. At last, he truly believed what lay before him and he took a step towards Annie, nearly falling as the blanket caught on his boot that had come across the bed with him getting up. A half laugh, a half embarrassed look, he removed it by bending, swaying as he stood on one foot unceremoniously. He was too excited to see the child's eyes open to take care, and he took the rest of his steps towards her, replying "oh hellos, you are finally the awake, splendid!" He knelt down onto his knees, almost sliding towards her before his hands stopped him, the noise of his knees rubbing against the fluffy floor going throughout the room. "H-hello, I knew you would be good, Avarosa guards over those here, mhm, mhm, "he remarked quickly, his eyes sparkling like wine. His relief seemed almost overpowering, his beard ruffling as his mouth moved with such energy. "You were of doing badly in the outside, so I brought you to warm space," he paused as he twirled his one arm some, still on his knees in front of Annie and her makeshift bed, "my home, in capital, very safe place, blessed I am by best sister." Then everything goofy about him almost seemed to fall away, revealing an overly compassionate view as his beard settled down, his eyes and eyebrows doing the speaking almost. "I am glad you're alright." He gingerly moved out a hand to put on Annie's small shoulder, but tried his hardest not to startle or surprise her since she had been unwell for so long and just woken up. "Are you of needing anything small one?"
: OOC Lounge
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: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00a900000000,timestamp=2016-12-17T21:34:08.032+0000) > >Uhhh... hey... here's my smolthingy... *A simply packaged letter would have been sent through; one written in a rather oddly scrolling scripture of sorts, with a very pale parchment used for the words to be held upon, reading;* *"Greetings,* *"My name is Ariella, and I'm writing this letter in a six-month advanced warning that I'll be entering Rakelstake soon. My primary purpose upon this world was, is, and always will be to heal the sick and wounded as best a spirit-healer of my skill can. I've yet to be able to say that I am a master at it, but it has come easily enough.* *"My most... shall we say, obvious markings between that of a normal mortal and one of my kin is the fact that, well, I wear a cloak unlike anything else in the world; it's made of huge, silk-like feathers that will glow with radiance and warmth in the darkest and coldest places. It's also where I focus a great amount of my powers. Through it, I mend broken bone and flesh as easily as broken hearts and minds.* *"I hope that my powers may become far greater a use than it has been for those within my homelands - I'm traveling a long ways, all the way from northeastern Ionia - to do this. I would like to be greeted with open arms, but understand if it is less than a simple thing to do.* *"Again, the trip will be quite a while before I arrive, so expect me within the year.* *"With respect and admiration, Ariella Dawnwind."*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00ab,timestamp=2018-07-28T09:36:46.729+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png It was a day mostly like any other this time of year. Humidity was low, and during the peak hours before the fall hit, it was somewhat warm, though that was the only time. Most warm times the Freljord would see externally had passed, and would not return until the seasons changed. It was most like any other, however, because it had been quite some time since Ashe had received either personal letter, nor been visited with more than official business. It certainly made things more simple, having only 'official' things happening, but it also made her uneasy, not to mention, she had to admit, a bit forlorn. Her true heart was with the people, and their happiness at any happenings she could be involved in or enhance, being Queen was, at its base, simply how to best accomplish that. She was not the most experienced, nor the best at it, but it would be hard to say she was not putting forth all effort into it regardless, even considering any of the bumps that tend to happen. But for all the powers a ruler might weild, underneath it, they were still just a person, which is what made some of the stories about her she heard in not so personally a way somewhat eye rolling. As if to prove the fact, she suddenly realized how hungry she was when she put her book down to the table. Reading, it did so much, but she had to wonder if Freljord's reading literacy was above anyone else's, or even, how many people _could_ read? That could be added to the agenda of things to work on, miles long. It had been no sooner than her chair gently moving across the smoothed stone floor covered in furr carpet then a knock was heard on her door, which admittedly made her get up faster and do a sort of 'pose' for whoever may coming in, her hand on the book, a perfect picture of presentation for a scholar and intelligent ruler. No one came, though, and it took her a puzzled moment that her self sacrifice of being herself had been for not, when a letter came under the door. It had been some time since that happened, at least, in such a way, this was reminicent of… "Non-official business," her guard, Halvar, called out, as if to set the record straight as to the exact happenings. Yet, he would always shove the letter under the door if it was. She pandered over to it and leaned down, her posture almost as if regarding it as a mythical creature once picked up. It got brought back to the desk to be read, as that's where the oil lamp was, for quite such a task. She would have to eat later, her excitement, no matter how hidden, being decently substantial. Opening it, it was from so far away. A six month warning, hoping to visit within the year? Ionia… only one trade route went there, mostly sustained by the two group's like of peace and their different enviorments offering unique qualities to each other. It was quite far. It was an introduction talking about oneself, yet it didn't seem to be at all egotistical, her eyes reading the lines quickly. It had no return address, and with Ionia being so far away, she had very little idea where to send it except there and with a hope it got to the right place. A shiver of excitement as her brown leathered arm moved to grab her etching utensil and a parchment, and for once, to not be writing some official about something or other. Her left hand pressed the tool into the paper harshly. She had always preferred using etches to 'engrave' when writing, and for that, she only needed a steady hand, somewhat thick paper and a cutting tool. Those were abudant in the Freljord. Oils and such were better off warming the people, she had to think, or giving light, such as hers above. Regardless, it did make the process slow, but she felt it worth it. She focused on her return letter and made sure to etch a small message to simply get it to this person if possible as the place to be sent. She made many edits to iit afterwards, cutting and pressing here and there to make it look just right, since it was the first one in a small time, it had to be great! Plus, well, thinking more on that, they all deserved to be great. Getting up some time later, finished, she slid it back under the door to the other side, "thank you," she said softly while near the door to thank her guard for picking the letter up, even though it's what he had done for some time now and insisted it wasn't trouble. This was a good end to a day and gave her a little bit of plat for all the work, perhaps more would come. Things had been awfully quiet and the war more cold than the land itself for quite some time, which while a good thing, also didn't get closer to solving the root problem causing it. The world was a big place, but even with that, most wonders were to be found in the human soul. Now… what should she even eat? She was still very hungry, and began to open her door, thinking she would go get something instead. Halvar was gone, and she somewhat felt bad, she could have delivered the letter herself to the mail building since she had decided to go into the shops in town. She'd have to repay him. Now… what should he even eat? She could help but laugh a little, she'd get them both something and enjoy the time spent under the wild Freljord near night sky. https://puu.sh/B4XIu.png
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=,timestamp=2014-10-13T14:01:57.043+0000) > U JUST DID IT "Hmm..." *Annie spoke quietly to herself as she and her teddy bear, Tibbers, walked through the snowy region known as the Freljord. Annie was unfamiliar with this area, and the snow was something she had only seen distantly. Her curiosity got the better of her in this instance, and she trekked towards it, as she had heard the descriptions of the coldness that snow was known for.* "Is this cold...?" *she asked her teddy bear* "I don't feel it at all." *Annie could not remember feeling anything as people described cold. And she was hoping to discover it on this adventure.* *Annie certainly didn't notice any physical differences on her own body, however the snow that she passed through could feel it. The temperature of just the skin of her body was much higher than it should be, and the snow she passed by melted slightly as she walked through it, and steam rose from both her and the snow. As her trip went deeper into the cold region, her body started to produce uncontrollable small flames, which she certainly noticed. It mostly originated from her hands and sometimes her head, as these were not covered by clothing. The flames did not last forever, and went away within an hour of arriving.* *The river that Annie had followed up to this point had opened up into a lake twice before along her journey over a couple of weeks. The supplies that she had brought were still steady, but they would not last forever. The top of the river kept freezing, but Annie assumed that it was frozen completely, and could not gather water from it. The river broken once again into a lake, however this time it was much larger than before. Manmade bridges started to show up around the area, which was unusual. Annie crossed them time and time again until she vaguely saw a proper civilization in the distance. She would tend to skip these as she thought that people did not seem to like her. However, she very much needed to stop somewhere. She was exhausted and had almost no food or water left.* *Annie would approach anyone she could find. She really had no preference in that field, as long as they were at least a teenager. She eventually found someone, and she grabbed their arm as they seemed to not notice Annie walking toward them. The heat that came from Annie's touch would be unbearable for the poor person if they had been bear-armed, but they were well covered considering the environment. Annie's skin felt like she had an extremely bad fever, plus Annie appeared tired and out of breath.* *She felt safe in this environment. Annie collapsed next to the person, who appeared to be some kind of hunter. Annie didn't get a word in to the person, but it should be obvious that she needed some sort of help. Annie was not wearing much to protect herself from the cold lands, she had a long sleeved shirt on, and pants and shoes, but very thin compared to the hunter's. Annie appeared to be unconcious, but she was merely asleep.*
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Annie,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00aa,timestamp=2018-07-27T23:17:38.184+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png A hunter sat on the top of a hill, his clothing knitted white, and his hood almost precariously large to the point of strageness during his statuelike presentation. He had arrived here only a few minutes ago and had been getting into position, his brown leather boots not even dug into the snow yet for the patient waiting for a creature to come by. While this may have left him noticeable from behind, where his long white furred leggings did not cover them, but to any creature caught downwind, and, indeed, downhill, that feature would require X-ray vision. He was bent over some to try to obscure his appearence some prior to looking over the ridge, fumbling with his hands, it didn't seem he was very good with his bow, and it was taking him a long time to get situated. So engrossed with his work that he did not see nor hear Annie approaching from behind him. He was trying to fill a space that had been left open, even if he was a square block squeezing into a round hole. He was not a hunter at all, even if that much would be obvious from anyone that gazed upon him with a bit of sense. While a medium sized man, his hands fumbling over the delicate work of tiny arrows and hair thin bowstring gave away his position as a farmer. Just, in the coming fall soon to arrive, the crops were already harvested, but animals… he wished his brother were here. He was trying to find something to do, to help people with, as the season closed, his farming already done. Sten and his brother, Eian were too old to have their parents still around, and as of yet had yet to have children, but the thing that weighed heavily on them was that Eian was a capable hunter and a good fighter, while Sten simply was not, often leading to their seperation. While there was the worry that something may happen, to either of them, at the moment, that was not in Sten's mind. What was closer on that front was how ridiculous Eian would think he looked, he could hear the laughter, but serious tone underneath, 'Sten, you're a man of over fourty frosts, as old as the elders used to be before we joined the Avarosan, and you still can't hunt? You're like a child brother!' Still, the mental imagery of him taking the bow for himself, and hearing his brother's voice made him smile, even if he began to start over with his task. The truth was he wasn't much better when younger either, so he had a lot to gain, but little to lose. At last, he properly pulled the bow back and finally got it to set the arrow within its hooks upon it, ready to be shot. This way he would not have to wait such a long time using his own strength. He turned one last half circle while still crouched to make sure there was nothing on the horizon, and slowly began to raise his knees. His height moved up, but quite suddenly, he stopped. Now, he was not the most inteligent man, but he was not stupid either, he recognized the touch of a person, the grasp around only someone with care could give, not a creature. Still in his surprise it took what he had to not twirl around in case some sort of warrior had caught him by surprise. No voice came, no threats, no demands, however, so he began to twist about without moving his feet in a bit of surprise, his bow still held high, the arrow loaded. It passed right over the child's head harmlessly due to the difference. His eyes seemed surprised at the entire situation. A gloved hand went to the surprise, which at first was mere bonding and trust, but developed into catching her with both with his large beard moving at his voice, "girl of little, are…" he trailed off, dropping his oh so hard to deal with bow into the snow beside them. The old man in his white clothes of furr, and white hair, held her for a few moments in somewhat shock, his eyes seeing the trail behind her and its distance, but being more drawn toward how few clothes she was wearing. He was amazed his touch felt warm and not the biting cold that lead to blackness, whatever that could be called. "Oh no, didn't expect that," he finished with softly, holding her there for a moment. While the words were almost as if underplaying the event, the tone indicated there was more depth to it. His hunt was over, if it had ever began, had she been a Snow Leopard he would have been attacked from the back. Truly Eian would have laughed until he could not breathe. He removed his hunting camolflage coat, the white with gold sparse patterns quickly being wrapped around the strange visitor. It revealed more about him, his tiny featured face with little eyes, and his long beard was not easily seen against the black of his outfit, white in his age. He wasn't a large man, but he was decently strong, and wore an Avarosan tattoo in greyscale on each shoulder. While he didn't know where she was from, why she was dressed like this near dark with fall creeping in, he knew that this child looked like they could be his granddaughter. The hunt, if one could call it that, would have to happen another time. While being clad in just his black undershort and leggings was significantly colder than his coat, he was a man of the Freljord, even if old, and he would certainly rather children in need have such things before himself. Before his tribe got absorbed, such luxuries were beyond him, but here he found solace, despite being a terrible marksman and an even worse hunter. He was useful, and for an old man, that gave him an unbridled power. Tying a knot with the arms of the coat around himself to support carrying the young one without using his hands was something he was much better at, and, leaning over as little as possible, he gathered his things. Besides, they were quite warm, even before he put the coat on them, making him wonder if they were sick. He would take them to his home near Rakelstake. With his brother gone, he had plenty of room for a sick person if that is what it took. He groaned a bit as the long walk back through the snow that would not melt until the next great circle rising was moderately difficult. However, it was no more difficult than his plough. Entering the city, the snow faded as the temprature rose somewhat, making it not stick to the stones and giving him an easier time. The guards recognized him, and couldn't exactly tell who was wrapped up so extravagantly, so he went by without question or stopping, determined to get the child to the warmness of a fire before anything bad happened, single tracked in his mind. They were probably surprised due to the thought that he was carrying a kill. The guards would just delay him, going somewhere to get aid would delay him. He simply wanted the child better fast. His pace wasn't too great, but it was not very long overall. He'd have to get a healer later, or something, but his limited acknowlegement was that her clothes for a child were simply too thin to be fine outside in the Freljord, he was doing what he knew to do, even if it wasn't the best. Entering his small, one roomed home, a bed to each side of the entrance able to be hidden by fabric, the dinner table in the middle of the room, he didn't even move to the back left corner to set his brother's hunting gear down on his room side, heading straight to the barely going fire in the back. He reached with his one hand to the fire tools right in front of its opening, balancing the held on his one leg as he danced around, and threw a few coals on, he then splashed it with whale oil, causing it to perk right up. Here, he sat with the poor child still in his arms, bow now beside him on the ground. When he was a child, this was just like his mother had done to him when he was sick or cold, and it was all he knew to do. He was not an educated man but his voice was soothing, like that of an infant as he rocked Annie gently, one hand on her admittedly hot forehead, the other holding her fast. "You braver than me, but me make better, Avarosans do this for people." Sten thought of the times he had held his younger brother like this at times too. It was only after a few precious moments like this that his mind caught up with what his actions had been. He had brought an unknown person inside the city and informed no one. No, they needed help, his mind rebuked immediately, and he had done so. When they got better here by the fire, he was sure people would understand, and if they still needed help, the Queen would provide as best she could. He was not like some old men, stuck in their ways, he fully embraced the Avarosan lifestyle and was fine with change and learning, as he had already been witness to the absolute wonders of the world, at least to his mind, delivered from his small tribe and into a world where he could eat bread all winter long. Had he been twenty years younger, he would have thought such a task impossible, but no more, his mind open. He would do his part to cause that wonderful world to grow, and for just a moment, he held the child tighter. "You be ok, if I not cause betterness, I get you who will, plenty of people like it."
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Since the last Ashe has timed out, having not posted for nearly a month, and with all the inspiring work League has been doing lately (plus some people giving me the JUST DO IT meme), I figured I'd do it [for the Freljord!](https://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/roleplaying/m66AY8vE-the-ice-fortress-of-the-avarosan?show=flat)
: I'm expressing my interest for the queen the Freljord deserves and needs. Lissandra.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Lissandra,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=V0JcVrj0,comment-id=0704,timestamp=2017-09-11T22:08:14.159+0000) > > I'm expressing my interest for the queen the Freljord deserves and needs. > > Lissandra. Excuse
: > [{quoted}](name=JPlayah,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=BMNEqOby,comment-id=0eed0000000000010000,timestamp=2017-05-20T21:55:51.800+0000) > > Um mate... _**Pokes**_ I think Kriz WAS the previous Ashe. If you look on the askAshe thread, you'll see that the person always included a picture relating to the champion. Same thing with the Zed. Something that our dear Krizonar does a lot. VERY SUSPICIOUS! https://tse1.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.1NesvpKIdJZ2Bnhi0WpR3QEsDQ Just a theory I guess...
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=BMNEqOby,comment-id=0eed00000000000100000000,timestamp=2017-05-20T22:14:33.984+0000) > > Just a theory I guess... You'd be right.
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Ah, the forums are once again working. It was fun coming back and experiencing this again and doing a few Roleplays! However, It... did significantly cut into my original character times, which is no good! Ashe is now available, but do keep it warm, the upper temperates/taiga have cold winters. Hope everyone enjoyed their RPs with me, and thank you for choosing to do so! It certainly was fun, no harsh feelings at all, blame my busyness. Until next time.
: For the record, Wyerden and I are currently working together on Discord for better communication, and to create a more clear section of rules, as well as adding some things that were always in effect, but were not as clearly listed within them. There will be no more walls of text.
> [{quoted}](name=Ryugi Kazamaru,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=V0JcVrj0,comment-id=05be,timestamp=2016-12-18T01:34:53.960+0000) > > There will be no more walls of text. {{sticker:zombie-nunu-tears}}
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00a9,timestamp=2016-12-15T22:36:37.068+0000) > > ((No problem! I had it once too and I understand ._. It's not a fun experience.)) Trace smiled at the Queen's request as he entered the room. "No problem and thanks your highness! I'm used to traveling across Runeterra if needed. Whether it be in the land nor see, I get my task done. Oh! I do have one question from my friend's daughter for you...If you don't mind that is. it was rather hard climbing up some mountains though due to bears and since I didn't have my sword nor pistols...I had to take extra care." He said to the Queen slightly laughing as he entered the room with her behind him.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00a90000,timestamp=2016-12-16T00:07:41.519+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png It seems he had taken the request, as he seemed to move obligingly inside, away from the more harsh of the temperatures, at least. "I see," she responded while closing the door behind them with a smooth motion. "I'm glad you arrived safely then and took that care, as that does sound like a challenge to traverse," she mentioned calmly at the end, supportively, flowing off. A winter flower, currently in bloom of the color of purple sat upon the wooden table to their left by the fire, the few blooms it had nearly as large as even its biggest leaves, even given the plant's small stature upon the rectangular wood. Setting the bucket of strawberries on said table with gentle steps towards it, maneuvering about, so as to not bump him, she then used both hands to obviously invite him to sit down, if he cared for it. She wouldn't sit unless he did, however, so as to not appear rude. The warm draft would do them both good regardless, it is likely, though. "I would not mind answering a question either, not at all, as I'm sure we have a lot to discuss of official business due to the nature of those documents, after all." There was plenty of space on said table for likely 4 people to eat, leaving plenty as well for setting the documents down for review. The strawberries would remain, however, as it would be rude to pack them slowly away into preservative ice crates, visible on the wall beyond, while having a guest. "I do have a question of my own first, as a host to your travels," her smile was warmer than the air, regardless of the new warmth of the fire, "can I get you something to eat? To drink? Without a weapon of any sort, I can imagine that may have been difficult too." She hoped she hadn't been too inconvenient, but, due to his apparent excitement, and her need to appear presentable and stoic, her face wouldn't show that, she hoped. "Because there's no use discussing things of importance when one has more basic needs and comforts that need satisfied, and honestly, information of this sort of the other nations is quite valuable, regardless of its typing, since in the winter especially, things can get remote. It's quite the favor you've done to bring it here in person out of concern, which you once again have my thanks for." She leaned forwards a bit onto one of the chairs, hands on the sides of the back struts supportively as her speech wound down. The back of her long black coat gaining warmth against the fire's direction in a way that likely even looked comfortable.
: The Ice Fortress of the Avarosan
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00a4000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2016-12-01T00:55:37.463+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png (Apologies for the unacceptable delay, I came down with a strep throat and have been most uncomfortable. I am feeling much better now.) His friendliness and boundless energy was telling and as he removed his scarf, rather excitedly, it was clear he was rather happy, despite what appearances of stoicalness due to the outfit quality and eyewear may have revealed unintentionally for appreciation and study. Her smile widened as he opened up with some speech, she herself not having heard him say much yet. It was somewhat of a contrast to how she pictured he'd react, what, with this indeed being the Trace individual, which, if she remembered correctly, was the one with the documents regarding Noxus intelligence. It had been a few days, but she was almost assuredly thinking of the correct person, as such an item did have impact. Her peripherals caught sight of Halvar nodding at the introduction, confirming he'd likely heard the same story. While she wasn't one to judge on appearances, his vigor was a relief from the seriousness of what she could only think to be some sort of replacement eye. While she did have some subtle interest in technology herself, the needs of her people were somewhat more basic. Alas, they would have the Piltover windmills this winter, unlike last. And hopefully, they would last that winter. Even he had commented on what a journey it was. His reactions were thus as charming, and her smile had definitely widened in the mean time during it, careful not to interrupt so as to learn what state the conversation would start in. "Oh yes, I quite remember," she began, nodding her head a bit low herself after he came up from his bow, as, while she was used to it, it still flipped a certain switch in her mind as unordinary, on some level. She denied taking the envelopes just yet, with a hand motion of slow regard toward them, albeit, without touching them necessarily, while bending back up. "I'm glad you arrived safety, not many would choose to travel here during this time of the year from warmer places," she was near beaming, happy the have started off without any tension, although… "no rudeness taken, in fact," she swung a bit to the side on a foot, sending the strawberry basket to a side at last and angling to the giant door, pulling it open slowly. "A harsh journey on my behalf necessitates at least rest and food, if you would be accepting of such." It may have seemed odd for her to clearly be positioned for him to enter her quarters first, and feel the warmth of the fire interacting with the door's current angle in a lovely nipping matter, but to her it seemed natural, he had been traveling. "We can speak of those documents and deal with them after you receive some comfort for that trouble, I must offer that at the very least. I am eager to look and discuss them and thank you them, of course, but the one who brought them deserves their rights as a person. Please, warm up first if you do not mind," she laughed lightly. A seeming combination of hard work, seriousness but a kind personality was keen on her, and she wished to interact with that. Her dress swirled a bit at the door opening, with, again, the warmer air rushing to greet them, the temperature influx contrasting her white hair that even somewhat looked the part of cold. She would move in behind him orderly if he made his choice as being to enter.
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Sorry for such a delay everyone I owe! I have been battling strep throat for the past week, haven't been too happy!. Regular post timings should resume tomorrow! Thanks for sticking around.
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00a4000000000000,timestamp=2016-11-17T00:00:32.638+0000) > > Pointy Pointy Arrow Arrow Lady of Awesomeness Ice :D Trace nodded to the men smiling and proceeded towards the market area. Soon walking through the market place in search of Queen Ashe, Trace was also looking at the people themselves in curiosity. "Amazing land they have here. Other than the cold winter winds and the icy terrain, they have an amazing piece of Runeterra." He thought to himself as he still looked for Ashe. After a while, Trace headed to the Grand Hall to soon present the Queen's letter. "Is Queen Ashe here?" Trace asked the guard lowering the scarf so he could talk more clearly.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00a40000000000000000,timestamp=2016-11-17T02:30:53.780+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png The marketplace and its surrounding areas would be rather large, though still quite concealed from the wind and snow itself, although technically in open air. It was somewhat protected by the geography of the city from such things, which made it somewhat more pleasant in temperature as well compared to the actual openness of true outside. Though, of course, that didn't make it that much warmer or immediately more bearable for those not prepared for such a thing. Regardless, it did do some, and the atmosphere was pleasant, with smells of lean meats, oils and fish filling the airs if one gets close, depending on what one might be selling. Tiny snowflakes dotted the stone of the flooring, but would soon disappear into small watery runs between the cracks with the heat and proximity of all the activity about. With that said, it did seem a bit empty, at least to those who would frequent there, as it was true it was getting colder and such things were to be done more personally, perhaps in a more sheltered location within the mountain itself… Regardless, the inner dining table sanctuary, the throne-room, was of a significantly more adaptable temperature, once one got past the large doors and into the Grand Hall itself. As stated, a guard was posted on the left door, medium height, but heavy on armoring. It didn't look like he had been at the location very long without anyone else nearby, as he didn't seem too terribly bored by being at the location, indicating recent entertainment or something to stir one from freezing in a different way, lack of anything to do. Luckily, someone was approaching, causing him to stir to life somewhat once more. He turned to face the entrant, since some people did come to the hall, with its long wooden tables, to eat together. Alas, he was alone, and, in fact, he approached. While Halvar's face was not able to be seen through his helmet, his body language seemed relaxed. When the letter was presented, he nodded and spoke some, his voice quite unlike that one would expect from someone wearing large brown full-body armoring. "She should be back soon, she went to go get some food, if I'm not mistaken." A moment of quiet, "Trace, was it, it seemed?" he folded his arms slowly and asked, leaning back against the wall. He had seen the larger words of the letter during its showcasing, so he was taking that as this person's name. Not much time would pass before Ashe would indeed re-enter through the same doors that Trace had come through, a rather casual attire of a black robe-like dress to mid-shin, it was adorned with silver fur on the back of the head. Still, it was in no means official attire. In her right hand in front of her against her stomach was a small metal bucket holding maybe a couple dozen strawberries. One would think she would be eating one while walking, but, she was not, allowing her facial expression to change to one of curiosity as she walked towards her entrance door, bucket held by its small handle. She slowed her approach and looked at the top of Trace's head, then down to his face, such as brief studies go. His Freljord attire seemed nice, even if not completely standard, but a smile soon pierced her face, and, admittedly, the bucket inched out a little bit. A friendly demeanor emanated. "Well hello," she began, despite the circumstances and her attire, "welcome to Rakelstake, though, I must ask, who are you?" Having not seen Trace in person previously, she could only guess at best, which would be rude, and she certainly didn't want to have that as an impression to someone she hadn't seen before. Halvar's relaxed body language was easily readable by her, however, so it was easy for her to fall into the same stride, especially at someone new to speak to.
: _Bob the Demacian had been tasked with a grand assignment. He was to send a [letter](http://puu.sh/sjrWc/1c2604c401.png) to Queen Ashe, directly from the table of the Captain of the Dauntless Vanguard. Needless to say, Bob the Demacian carried out his orders with all possible haste. He was not one to disappoint his superiors._
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Garen,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00a8,timestamp=2016-11-15T21:41:12.893+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png With that complete, it was time to look at the letter with such an official air about it. Slowly and carefully, since it was no less important, she moved the completed response to the previous aside and with dainty movements, opened the demacian example. It was obvious from even a glance it was from Garen. She read over it slowly, to make sure she fully understood everything. Ah, right, the trade agreement. It seemed that both Garen's visit and such trade painted a nice picture of the progressive side of Freljord to Demacia, which was, of course a wonderful thing. Especially if Garen wanted once again to meet and, this time, not even for official matters, but for comfort. With that said, he had come up last time, perhaps… she began writing, thinking slowly and writing slower, making sure everything was right. The trade as a whole though, it offered Freljord many things not found within it, most of which happened to be foodstuffs that would not grow at the location, so for the entertainment of all, clearly it was beneficial. It was doubly so, even, as Demacia seemed to be warming up, Garen was quite high on the ladder of demacian prowess and he seemed quite afixed. It was notable to get such an ally when you were up here by yourself. Demacia was a major player and they were kind themselves. She would have to word this carefully, and, naturally, send it out to be delivered back to its point of origin once finished. Her tool went to her chin every now and then as she worked out the wordings. https://puu.sh/skMyr.png
JPlayah (NA)
: A letter arrived for Ashe, written on white paper. The ink appeared to be metallic, alternating between bright green and deep purple depending on the angle of the light. *Dear Ashe, Queen of the Freljord,* *I heard of the attempt on your life not long ago, and I want to know if you are alright. As a Freljordian native and something of a peace advocate in my own right, I have always looked up to you and your achievements. You are a great ruler and display wisdom well beyond your years, and I wish you the best of luck in uniting the Freljord.* *As I have been traveling Valoran for three years now, I am unfortunately out of touch with current events in my homeland. Is there any news worth hearing, perhaps regarding the safety of villages or political turmoil?* *Thank you very much for your time, My Lady. If you need any assistance in matters of peacekeeping or diplomacy, I am happy to help.* *-- [Zeran](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FQpmq624p0aQL5R30fTL2he7ZAP-uyWdybnXH356l7U)*
> [{quoted}](name=JPlayah,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00a7,timestamp=2016-11-15T19:23:53.455+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png The crunchy sound of a raw apple receiving a bite permeated at least the small space around her. In the bustling of the marketplace, it didn't go very far, but to her, it was close enough, after all, she was the one eating it. At mid-day, she was a bit later than usual, hence a stop for a snack, but much preparation was needed for the winter, as it did slow most things down considerably. To have so many people happy during that time, one needed to save up, have everything in place. It was a decent amount of paperwork. But, honestly, she felt better about it than last year. Another bite. Another mail room visit. She Swallowed to be polite before entering, swinging the door open smoothly, the mail person awaited her. A near daily occurrence, her mail was set aside due to tardiness, but organized regardless. "Thank you," she remarked as she was handed a letter. Then she received a second one, a Demacian looking one. Hm, official business. Regardless, both were set under her arm against her soft clothing with care. The walk back was now brisk, as she wished to see what either said. Just as the door before, she waved with her now free hand, quite missing the apple from earlier, at her personal guard at her door and then opened the door the same. Chewing, she sat down at her desk to the right, her candle already alit. She opened her first letter. She would save the demacian one for last, as it could possibly mean official business. This letter was exciting looking in a different way with its appearance. Admittedly, she turned it around a few times, elbows on table, out of curiosity. Then she began reading. It was a kind letter, lots of nice words and even an offer of help. Obviously by a traveler, however. Hm, three years… while she was certainly alright, and would say as such, things were relatively stable. She began to construct a response back, of reassurance and thanks permeating it, hopefully. https://puu.sh/skLT1.png
: > [{quoted}](name=Queen of Focus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00a30000,timestamp=2016-11-14T22:45:38.479+0000) > Queen Ashe of the Freljord The three bird like reptiles stared at Rincent and actually chuckled at his little joke since, in a way, it reminded them of Scar who still kept up the jokes intentionally or not, surprisingly. They followed but one of them was quite hesitant at this. "Do not worry, brother. They will not harm you, besides do you believe Scar will let us be harmed?" The front asked the last one who gave a small nod but followed nonetheless. After they followed the man they felt warm steam and you could see how glad they were as they just seemed like they could melt on the spot with wide smiles, or what looked like smiles. The three entered with their wings tucked in while the leader looked to Rincent and gave a nod. "That would be amazing, lad! We wish for some... Normal fish, if you'd allow it." He asked, somewhat still a bit shy. If Ashe found the three avian dinosaurs she'd be witnessed to them all chilling and swallowing fish. They each were close to each other, obviously still shy, but they already took a liking to Rincent. Once she arrived she'd see them immediately bow in her presence, constantly thanking her for the home and offering their services.
> [{quoted}](name=Grievous77,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=m66AY8vE,comment-id=00a6,timestamp=2016-11-14T23:52:18.876+0000) > > https://puu.sh/sikW4/43232f8599.png "Ah, some fish it is then," he said proudly. One finger came up as is for a moment and he left the cold room to get a little bit of the surplus of that typically served from the ice storages for winter. A few fish for some travelers would do no harms at all. He seemed quite happy at their group, as they had certainly felt the warmth and been more comfortable from any outward way of telling he could make out. He came upon the store and the freshly cooked fish gave off steam here even if not perfectly recent due to the temperature about, which while somewhat comfortable for most, might be a bit much for reptiles to stand in perfectly comfortably. Of course, he was just trying to be kind. "For travlers," he said excitedly as he picked it up, the overseer there at the moment offering a warm smile at the clearly excited man. She would have to hear about these travelers sometime, but, then again, Rincent was always excited to some degree. ____________ A bucket of warm fish meat, probably from four or so fish, alluded to his presence as he made the return trip. Apparently his spot of the bringing of guests was known to many, as both Ashe herself clad in fur and leather and two guards, one her personal, intercepted him within eyesight nearing the room. Rincent moved to them, looking down at Ashe some with his close proximity but the twinkle in his eyes as he held a bucket handle in both hands completely notwithstanding. "Ah, you came to see them too? They will be very of happiness." His voice lowered some but had the same excitement, "they are very interesting looking, is glad we have friendships with those so different, really telling, I like." Ashe smiled and, admittedly, both the guards that had happened to be with her, both the one from earlier jointed with Rincent and Halvar, Ashe's personal who had mostly just woken up, but remembered Scar's last visit, smiled as well. "And they even get fish too," Ashe remarked as she turned, her right hand waving some of the air about, increasing the smell. They all went in, Rincent leading and Ashe last, bowing a bit politely at the hips to allow them in first, and to further the developmental task Rincent had undertaken, giving them a meal. Indeed, they all seemed so excited as she looked over, them eagerly taking the fish and eating it where the warm water met the rock tiling of the room. "Aha, hope is good, made sure it is warm too, fish caught in cold water doesn't mean it stays cold!" Rincent joked as he then moved the bucket to one hand, it significantly lighter. "Ah and this is she," he turned to the side as Ashe entered. Honestly, such attention still surprised her despite it having been some time as Queen, but seeing another race, of people she didn't know, bow, her cheeks were flushed a slight pink indistinguishable from the colds effects. Admittedly, that rarely happened to her due to her affinity, so at least only she would know it. The guards moved together then at the side, sitting down at the edge. Ashe motioned for the guests to sit at one too, bowing a bit at the hips herself again. She pulled the letter out of her clothing as well, smoothly, and handed it to the large one, "to take to Scar when you are ready," her voice was soft and fluffy like the steam of the room. "It had been a while, it was nice to see all the progress that has been made. As well, it seems you like the fish!" she changed her tone to be pretty merry, so as to open them up a bit. Their huddling indicated a certain shyness, even if the larger one had been somewhat accepting. Admittedly they were strange by her standards, but everyone is different.
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