: Champion Auditions - Neeko, Judge Selection
: Sovereignty Reigns [Ask Syndra]
As depressing as this may sound, I don't believe I want to be Syndra any further. You all have been wonderful guests, (most of you, Zed can bite it) and I reflect upon the time I've had as your local sovereign with happiness. I have been far too busy with work and other things to feel like I'm updating nearly as much as I should and things have gotten quiet enough that it feels like what I give in never really feels like it's being given back. I know I could be visiting other threads but being Syndra as a whole feels much more like a job than it was before and if I'm not having fun it certainly will show in my content. Thank you again, for visiting my thread and reading what I have to put out. I'll still be around here and there, especially on our local discord group (you guys know who I am). It has been great and I've felt wonderful being Syndra here for the time that I have. Maybe another time I will return but for the time being your sovereign bids you all adieu. PS. Zed sucks and is bad.
: Sovereignty Reigns [Ask Syndra]
_Picking up a stone, Syndra wasn't sure what to think. It had been quite some time since she had taken a trip to the beach. It had been years since she'd been somewhere close to the waters._ _She used to love coming here as much as the forest but after her adventure submerged in water for so long it almost left a sour taste in her mouth. A slight sigh, and the sovereign tossed the stone as far as she could into the depths. Maybe another day she'd go in, but for now she retreated to her fortress._
Ask Kayn (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=002e0000,timestamp=2018-10-19T04:11:28.217+0000) > The letter had reached Kayn's hands almost instantly. The poor unfortunately 'messengers' had little choice but to obey the imperious orders of the voluptuous sorceress and the young master of shadows. Kayn's gaze rose from the scroll. The Dark Sovereign had accepted. Good. He was pleased. "Very well, so be it". He turned to the scythe which had been quietly resting against the wall. The eye opened, white slit pupil contracted as if awakening. What is it, Kayn? Are you attracted to this woman's vast, homongous, huge 'personality'? The assassin stared back at Rhaast through heavy-lidded eyes, visibly unimpressed after almost understanding (or maybe not) the meaning behind his words. "Her power is noticeable. The Elders fear her. And Master Zed seems strangely... concerned about her position in this game he is playing. Ionia has been infested by weakness and she is clearly a way to see who are weak and who are not." His fist clenched around the hilt and gracefully swung the scythe, the head soon rested on his armoured shoulder. "I want to see her eyes as the memory of the war surrounds us." Just as the fifth day of that moon passed, Kayn was there, standing alone by the shore. The tides whispered behind him as the long braid billowed. Even after all those years, the scent of the sea left a strange metallic taste in his tongue. Blood. It would always remind him of that day.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=002e00000000,timestamp=2018-10-31T04:42:03.069+0000) > > Just as the fifth day of that moon passed, Kayn was there, standing alone by the shore. The tides whispered behind him as the long braid billowed. Even after all those years, the scent of the sea left a strange metallic taste in his tongue. Blood. It would always remind him of that day. _Syndra hadn't been around Epool in a very long while. Aquatic magic was always so strange, it waxed and waned just as the natural thing, pushing and pulling at everything around it in a struggle of domination. How amusing that Kayn, the student of which she could feel being pulled in several directions, managed to find a place so appropriately designed for a secret meeting._ _The Sovereign had been walking along the shoreline for quite some time, having placed her fortress somewhere away from immediate prying eyes of the Wuju temple. The brisk water lapped across her feet as she looked out into the distance, eyeing some of the mainland as the waves crashed across the rocks nearby. Frustratingly, she realized she hadn't set any particular time for the boy to arrive, as it could be hours before anyone showed up._ _To her delight, it would appear that Kayn was relatively punctual, and after striding alongside the sand for a few hours she was able to sense his unique mana arriving nearby. The rancid stench of his current 'teacher' was nowhere to be found, either he'd managed to leave undetected or the disgraced ninja figured a way to mask his imprint. Regardless, the boy was here, and the sovereign followed the shore to see him standing idly by._ _A gentle wave, Syndra signalling to him that she was in fact here._
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Current State of the Boards & Suggestions Moving Forward UPDATE: READ INSIDE
I feel like this is an interesting proposal. The current system is relatively restrictive and as much as I enjoy being the "official" Syndra there's little point in me holding onto a crown that basically signifies I'm the only person that gets to sit at home and answer one or two posts a week due to how little traffic there is. I'm sure the sentiments aren't lost for many of you in this regard. Even if we did propose these changes I'm not even sure it would bring in more people but it certainly would be less daunting then what we have now for newcomers. I find it amusing that there's a comment that basically says "Absolutely not, we can't have this restrictive system removed for looser sets of rules, restrictive systems and excessive rules are what caused people to leave in the first place!!" If I recall the rules they've always been this restrictive so the idea that they've somehow gotten more binding is kind of silly. Maybe I'm not remembering correctly but the fact still remains things have always been tightly kept between one person for each champion. People _are_ busy. That's why restricting it to one champion per person for good is silly. I don't have time to keep up with Syndra all the time and the very notion I need to be the _only_ supplier of possible good Syndra content is absurd. If I make good content then absolutely, by all means, keep tabs on me, but the fact I exist at all should never be a deterrent for others to put their own spin on things. As it stands right now, I am the definitive, only Syndra that can ever exist, so long as I provide some sort of consistent content coming in my own thread, which is honestly difficult while I balance my other responsibilities sometimes. People have different values and interests and opinions, and even if they differ from mine they can still have merit. ~~Unless it's about Zed, he's terrible.~~ I'm really indifferent on the whole thing but I'm open to change. Whatever happens will happen.
: > Dear Lady with Magic Voo Doo Balls of Death, > > Hello! This bring up memories?! I'm back with a glorious picture! > > Yours ever truly, > J **_There would be a small smiley mask drawing under the name_** There would be a picture of a person in a penguin suit...Hmmm... https://www.costume-shop.com/images/products/42156.jpg
> [{quoted}](name=SurelyNotHyper,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=002f,timestamp=2018-10-22T21:40:10.188+0000) > > **_There would be a small smiley mask drawing under the name_** > > There would be a picture of a person in a penguin suit...Hmmm... > > https://www.costume-shop.com/images/products/42156.jpg _At one time, Syndra may have regarded the letter with anything more than simply tossing it out the window, or perhaps even bothering to read it at all in the slightest._ _Today was not that day. Out into the wastes went the letter._
Artixero (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-21T05:38:49.297+0000) > _"Sit there and meditate."_ Tachi did as he was told, sitting down upon the grass with his legs crossed and relaxed his posture. It was such a small yet drastic change, considering how tensed up he became from the exchange with the Sovereign. His back loosened, his shoulders drooped, and his breathing became slower and deeper. He let his eyes linger at the sovereign one last moment, thinking she will be departing as soon as he began meditating, and gave her a gentle smile before he closed his eyes and emptied his mind. Focus. Only on the breathing. Think not of himself, his environment, the grass surrounding him, the spirits all swirling around him and whispering to him. Soon enough, the swordsman was at a trance-like state of stillness. His breathing was so soft, it was barely noticeable. His spiritual energies were conflicting, though there was progress the longer he meditated. The longer he meditated, the more his energy harmonized with itself, before it eventually synergized with the earth he sat upon. His spiritual imprint looked like a tree, with roots going deep into the ground, and extending outwards to the spirits that spiraled around him. The spirits themselves looked calmer, moving softly in blue spirit fires around his head. It was almost entrancing, watching the dozens of little spirit fires revolve around his head, but then they faltered. His roots retracted from the earth, the spirits became agitated, and soon enough his inner energy became conflicted once more. They swirled within him like a whirlpool, but there was some semblance of control, of calmness. He just needed to focus. The more he focused, the less he thought about the Sovereign's prompt. What was it that he wanted to do? His determination to become a symbol of hope to his people, to stand in the same ring as those who had already distinguished themselves and were hailed heroes, was an overpowering desire in his heart. He saw the desperation of the country after the war. He saw what neighbors did to each other when disaster struck. What then, could someone like himself, really do? What does he have to know to help that? _Power._ It was a word that weighed heavily upon Tachi. Was it power he wanted? The power to carry the hopes and dreams of the people around him? The power to strike down anyone that would want to cause them harm? He'd be nothing more than a tyrant at that point. What sense was there to toil day and night to preserve balance? Is that not what the Kinkou do? Why does he wish to stand on the same platform as these heroes? These legends? The champions of their realm? What was it that he really wanted? _Knowledge._ When he thought about it, what was it that he really can do? He was a swordsman, someone who devoted his time and effort into mastering the martial arts that revolved around the blade. Agile, lethal, strong, and graceful all in one, but what made him stand separately from all the other swordsmen in the realm? Being from Ionia, it should be obvious. The land is full of magic, and he is born of it. He MUST know how to use it. The spirits around him must be gathering to him for a reason. Why? Could he perhaps harness their power? Could he understand why he was selected by these spirits? It wasn't whether or not he could. It was a matter of simply doing it. To know what he simply does not. To learn not the ways of the blade, but the land itself. To connect himself with the Spirit of Ionia, to the land that raised him, to the power inside him. He must know how to use it. At that point did Tachi's spiritual energies completely harmonized, a faint blue aura lingering from his body like a burning coal in a dying fire. But he kept on meditating, until external stimulus broke his concentration.
> [{quoted}](name=Artixero,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000003,timestamp=2018-10-13T02:42:53.323+0000) > > Tachi nodded enthusiastically, prepared to undergo this path. He can put a camp down here, right? The Sovereign's castle up in the sky is most likely off limits for him, but he did wonder where to start. Her resources were more than a mystery to Tachi, and he could only begin to imagine where it really was or how he'd be able to reach them. When Syndra turned to face him, he stood straighter, at attention, and listened to her words. > > "Yes, your grace." He said. While he did not pledge an oath of loyalty or allegiance to her, she was called the Sovereign for a reason. For her to tolerate him and his presence to even give him these conditions were a blessing. A gift. He would be stupid to waste this chance. Tachi wasn't a stranger to being put under similar conditions as the Sovereign had placed upon him. He was a soldier, doing what he is told is what he does best. _Syndra exhaled deeply._ "Good." _She extended out her hand to the ground, and blasted it with dark magic. The orbs that normally floated at attention sunk into the earth, burning small cuts of pure magic into a circle, inscribing the location with an otherworldly touch. Scrawling into words, symbols and the like, the dark orbs had constructed some sort of.. well, something in the ground._ "With this circle you may offer whatever you would like to ask of any resource in my study, and should I approve I will give you something of appropriate equivalence. You may offer anything you like, be it materials, food, or valuables. The more willing you are to give, the greater the reward. If you intend to fool me and gift me something that would intend me harm, I will personally see to it that I blast a hole in your midsection and hang your body out to set as an example." _It would appear it was some sort of... teleportation... circle? It clearly would work as intended, this was powerful magic._ "Keep the circle hidden from plain sight. That is your only requirement for now." _She spoke, and began to ascend up to her fortress._
Ask Kayn (NA)
: Another letter is delivered in the trembling hands of a villager (he has been obviously threatened) > Syndra. > > > Despite the interruption, there is so much more to be said and done. > Master Zed has grown cautious and wary with time. His desire to protect Ionia has driven him to utilize forbidden techniques and seek dangerous allies. There's a very thin line between "corrupted", "dangerous" and "powerful". ~~Though I sense there is where our perspectives differ...~~ > > We must meet again. In different circumstances. > > Have you ever heard of the ruins at the Epool's coast? > > > -Kayn.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=002e,timestamp=2018-10-09T00:05:02.000+0000) > > Another letter is delivered in the trembling hands of a villager (he has been obviously threatened) _What a curious letter. At first Syndra nearly rejected it, as she could feel the stench of Zed's foul mana, or rather sickening lack of any real mana covered all over this scared messenger. What use could she have from someone as vile as he was? Upon further examination, however, the sovereign sensed faint traces of her favorite forbidden student, and graciously accepted the message._ _What an interesting idea. She'd been by the Epool river a number of times, but oftentimes stayed a bit away given the decent proximity to that... ape and his master. She supposed that might be why Kayn would suggest it, as Wuju was something she imagined Zed despised just as much as the Kinkou. A definite thought. Turning the letter over and inscribing in it her own runic message, she turned the parchment back to the villager to pass on._ >There is an island not too far from Bahrl, should you be able to escape his gaze long enough to visit. I know not of what you intend but trust that if there is anything that slime would dare try I will bring the place down inside out. > >Five days time will be enough, won't it? Don't make me wait. >
Artixero (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-21T05:38:49.297+0000) > _"Sit there and meditate."_ Tachi did as he was told, sitting down upon the grass with his legs crossed and relaxed his posture. It was such a small yet drastic change, considering how tensed up he became from the exchange with the Sovereign. His back loosened, his shoulders drooped, and his breathing became slower and deeper. He let his eyes linger at the sovereign one last moment, thinking she will be departing as soon as he began meditating, and gave her a gentle smile before he closed his eyes and emptied his mind. Focus. Only on the breathing. Think not of himself, his environment, the grass surrounding him, the spirits all swirling around him and whispering to him. Soon enough, the swordsman was at a trance-like state of stillness. His breathing was so soft, it was barely noticeable. His spiritual energies were conflicting, though there was progress the longer he meditated. The longer he meditated, the more his energy harmonized with itself, before it eventually synergized with the earth he sat upon. His spiritual imprint looked like a tree, with roots going deep into the ground, and extending outwards to the spirits that spiraled around him. The spirits themselves looked calmer, moving softly in blue spirit fires around his head. It was almost entrancing, watching the dozens of little spirit fires revolve around his head, but then they faltered. His roots retracted from the earth, the spirits became agitated, and soon enough his inner energy became conflicted once more. They swirled within him like a whirlpool, but there was some semblance of control, of calmness. He just needed to focus. The more he focused, the less he thought about the Sovereign's prompt. What was it that he wanted to do? His determination to become a symbol of hope to his people, to stand in the same ring as those who had already distinguished themselves and were hailed heroes, was an overpowering desire in his heart. He saw the desperation of the country after the war. He saw what neighbors did to each other when disaster struck. What then, could someone like himself, really do? What does he have to know to help that? _Power._ It was a word that weighed heavily upon Tachi. Was it power he wanted? The power to carry the hopes and dreams of the people around him? The power to strike down anyone that would want to cause them harm? He'd be nothing more than a tyrant at that point. What sense was there to toil day and night to preserve balance? Is that not what the Kinkou do? Why does he wish to stand on the same platform as these heroes? These legends? The champions of their realm? What was it that he really wanted? _Knowledge._ When he thought about it, what was it that he really can do? He was a swordsman, someone who devoted his time and effort into mastering the martial arts that revolved around the blade. Agile, lethal, strong, and graceful all in one, but what made him stand separately from all the other swordsmen in the realm? Being from Ionia, it should be obvious. The land is full of magic, and he is born of it. He MUST know how to use it. The spirits around him must be gathering to him for a reason. Why? Could he perhaps harness their power? Could he understand why he was selected by these spirits? It wasn't whether or not he could. It was a matter of simply doing it. To know what he simply does not. To learn not the ways of the blade, but the land itself. To connect himself with the Spirit of Ionia, to the land that raised him, to the power inside him. He must know how to use it. At that point did Tachi's spiritual energies completely harmonized, a faint blue aura lingering from his body like a burning coal in a dying fire. But he kept on meditating, until external stimulus broke his concentration.
> [{quoted}](name=Artixero,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2018-09-29T04:32:25.449+0000) > > "I want to become a symbol of hope. The world around me crumbles because people do not have anyone to believe in. No one to inspire them. People abuse others because they're different. The strong pick on the weak. The ones with great potential are mocked, or caged, or controlled, because people are afraid of them. I want to build a world where no one gets caged. No one is abused and made fun of." Tachi said, a faint fire of determination growing in his eyes as he looked up at the (mostly) purple figure of the Sovereign, daring to even look her right in the eye. Perhaps he asked incorrectly, or his words were mixed up, but there was no going back, no. His dream doesn't change, and Syndra was his only hope. He wanted to learn her ways of freely wielding her power and to not be shackled. He wanted to learn how to start becoming the man he wanted to be from her, not anyone else. _Syndra sighed. It seemed to be that he was dead-set on this path, regardless of whether or not she agreed with him._ "Don't expect me to coddle you. You may have a camp nearby, and I will let you use my resources." _She turned around._ "My word is law when you are around me. I will punish you if I see fit. You will do as I ask and anything otherwise will result in exile. Do you understand?"
: Sovereignty Reigns [Ask Syndra]
Artixero (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-21T05:38:49.297+0000) > _"Sit there and meditate."_ Tachi did as he was told, sitting down upon the grass with his legs crossed and relaxed his posture. It was such a small yet drastic change, considering how tensed up he became from the exchange with the Sovereign. His back loosened, his shoulders drooped, and his breathing became slower and deeper. He let his eyes linger at the sovereign one last moment, thinking she will be departing as soon as he began meditating, and gave her a gentle smile before he closed his eyes and emptied his mind. Focus. Only on the breathing. Think not of himself, his environment, the grass surrounding him, the spirits all swirling around him and whispering to him. Soon enough, the swordsman was at a trance-like state of stillness. His breathing was so soft, it was barely noticeable. His spiritual energies were conflicting, though there was progress the longer he meditated. The longer he meditated, the more his energy harmonized with itself, before it eventually synergized with the earth he sat upon. His spiritual imprint looked like a tree, with roots going deep into the ground, and extending outwards to the spirits that spiraled around him. The spirits themselves looked calmer, moving softly in blue spirit fires around his head. It was almost entrancing, watching the dozens of little spirit fires revolve around his head, but then they faltered. His roots retracted from the earth, the spirits became agitated, and soon enough his inner energy became conflicted once more. They swirled within him like a whirlpool, but there was some semblance of control, of calmness. He just needed to focus. The more he focused, the less he thought about the Sovereign's prompt. What was it that he wanted to do? His determination to become a symbol of hope to his people, to stand in the same ring as those who had already distinguished themselves and were hailed heroes, was an overpowering desire in his heart. He saw the desperation of the country after the war. He saw what neighbors did to each other when disaster struck. What then, could someone like himself, really do? What does he have to know to help that? _Power._ It was a word that weighed heavily upon Tachi. Was it power he wanted? The power to carry the hopes and dreams of the people around him? The power to strike down anyone that would want to cause them harm? He'd be nothing more than a tyrant at that point. What sense was there to toil day and night to preserve balance? Is that not what the Kinkou do? Why does he wish to stand on the same platform as these heroes? These legends? The champions of their realm? What was it that he really wanted? _Knowledge._ When he thought about it, what was it that he really can do? He was a swordsman, someone who devoted his time and effort into mastering the martial arts that revolved around the blade. Agile, lethal, strong, and graceful all in one, but what made him stand separately from all the other swordsmen in the realm? Being from Ionia, it should be obvious. The land is full of magic, and he is born of it. He MUST know how to use it. The spirits around him must be gathering to him for a reason. Why? Could he perhaps harness their power? Could he understand why he was selected by these spirits? It wasn't whether or not he could. It was a matter of simply doing it. To know what he simply does not. To learn not the ways of the blade, but the land itself. To connect himself with the Spirit of Ionia, to the land that raised him, to the power inside him. He must know how to use it. At that point did Tachi's spiritual energies completely harmonized, a faint blue aura lingering from his body like a burning coal in a dying fire. But he kept on meditating, until external stimulus broke his concentration.
> [{quoted}](name=Artixero,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-18T02:14:37.409+0000) > > _Power._ It was a word that weighed heavily upon Tachi. Was it power he wanted? The power to carry the hopes and dreams of the people around him? The power to strike down anyone that would want to cause them harm? He'd be nothing more than a tyrant at that point. What sense was there to toil day and night to preserve balance? Is that not what the Kinkou do? Why does he wish to stand on the same platform as these heroes? These legends? The champions of their realm? What was it that he really wanted? > > _Knowledge._ When he thought about it, what was it that he really can do? He was a swordsman, someone who devoted his time and effort into mastering the martial arts that revolved around the blade. Agile, lethal, strong, and graceful all in one, but what made him stand separately from all the other swordsmen in the realm? Being from Ionia, it should be obvious. The land is full of magic, and he is born of it. He MUST know how to use it. The spirits around him must be gathering to him for a reason. Why? Could he perhaps harness their power? Could he understand why he was selected by these spirits? It wasn't whether or not he could. It was a matter of simply doing it. To know what he simply does not. To learn not the ways of the blade, but the land itself. To connect himself with the Spirit of Ionia, to the land that raised him, to the power inside him. He must know how to use it. > > At that point did Tachi's spiritual energies completely harmonized, a faint blue aura lingering from his body like a burning coal in a dying fire. But he kept on meditating, until external stimulus broke his concentration. _Syndra sighed, floating there, watching the man's mana painfully quarrel with itself. It wasn't uncommon for people to suffer internally while meditating, all the while the Sovereign took the opportunity to have some peace and quiet. She'd met a number of people all asking the same things. To become weapons, to become powerful and influential. Those with true power need not speak of it. Those with influence needed not to spread it. She wondered why he bothered with her after all. She'd met a number of soldiers in her life, all recently, yet all rather boring and simple minded._ _Did he want to be free of the shackles of being a soldier? Did he want to excel? What did living mean to him? All inquiries that flashed through Syndra's mind as she glanced at his body emblazoned with spiritual energy. He'd definitely made contact with the spirit realm. Perhaps he acquired some sort of peace with inner balance for a bit. Years would have to pass before anyone was at true inner peace, and even then masters had wondered if that really was all it was._ _Maybe Tachi just wanted to be useful. To him meaning was something of a duty. What a ridiculous thought. If he truly wanted to be a tool he already was one. What did that mean to Syndra? She would wait. Maybe he was still figuring himself out. A few more hours would pass before she considered waking him from his meditation. When she did she would ask again what it was that he wanted, except this time, she worded it differently._ "Who do you think you are meant to be, and what does that mean to you?" _She spoke ominously._
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=002b000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-06T05:11:29.818+0000) > >I do believe the quote I'm looking for to describe this is; 'I stare at you, you stare at me. I fail to see the point...' *The man would try so, so hard to get to the keep itself... and yet seemed to fail for hours on end. He was so damn focused on just getting onto that floating rock to ask the woman aboard it's keep that, seemingly without realizing it, began to concentrate well and focused more and more energy into one area...* *Eventually, he managed to get from the ground to the highest point of a nearby tree with little effort... only for the highest - and weakest - branches to snap and crack apart, at which point he fell and smacked his leg into one of the sturdier trunks. That left him on the top, fairly badly bruised. However, he stood and seemed to scream at... someone? The floating keep of Syndra's making? Himself? The world? Regardless, he seemed to have considered that a victory somehow.* *Perhaps the yelling was in celebration of that? Who knows.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=002b0000000000000000,timestamp=2018-09-11T15:56:00.468+0000) > > *The man would try so, so hard to get to the keep itself... and yet seemed to fail for hours on end. He was so damn focused on just getting onto that floating rock to ask the woman aboard it's keep that, seemingly without realizing it, began to concentrate well and focused more and more energy into one area...* > *Eventually, he managed to get from the ground to the highest point of a nearby tree with little effort... only for the highest - and weakest - branches to snap and crack apart, at which point he fell and smacked his leg into one of the sturdier trunks. That left him on the top, fairly badly bruised. However, he stood and seemed to scream at... someone? The floating keep of Syndra's making? Himself? The world? Regardless, he seemed to have considered that a victory somehow.* > *Perhaps the yelling was in celebration of that? Who knows.* _Syndra had no idea what exactly what was going on. It would be nice if Runeterra wasn't filled to the brim with confusing messes like these ones. The way their magical body was kept together was almost as if band-aids were just barely containing this... creature. What could have possibly resulted in something like this? Nothing natural, hopefully. She'd never seen quite such an insult to magic. A few more inches and her castle floated regally above the treelines._ _Also screaming. Alright. That was a thing._
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=002b0000,timestamp=2018-08-30T06:18:40.134+0000) *The man below was rugged, unclean and rather poorly kept in terms of facial hair; he screamed, another chaotic burst of energy pushing brush and branch to the side - before dropping to the ground, deeply angered by his inability to control what he held, and equally sorrowful for when it unleashed it's full power upon those around him - as he seemed to crumple and fold in defeat.* *He knew that someone potentially able to help him keep this power from destroying others was up inside that dark, lonesome lump of dirt and stone - someone he desperately needed aid from.* *Memories traced back to those he once loved, cared for... how he had ended them - another outburst of violent energy, sending ripples through the underbrush and unsettling the dirt around the man - the ground had visibly vibrated upon his third outburst.* *He was a ticking time bomb, just waiting to rip something in half... again.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=002b00000000,timestamp=2018-08-30T17:58:35.744+0000) > > *The man below was rugged, unclean and rather poorly kept in terms of facial hair; he screamed, another chaotic burst of energy pushing brush and branch to the side - before dropping to the ground, deeply angered by his inability to control what he held, and equally sorrowful for when it unleashed it's full power upon those around him - as he seemed to crumple and fold in defeat.* > *He knew that someone potentially able to help him keep this power from destroying others was up inside that dark, lonesome lump of dirt and stone - someone he desperately needed aid from.* > > *Memories traced back to those he once loved, cared for... how he had ended them - another outburst of violent energy, sending ripples through the underbrush and unsettling the dirt around the man - the ground had visibly vibrated upon his third outburst.* > *He was a ticking time bomb, just waiting to rip something in half... again.* _Oh, good, another unstable.. mess._ _Syndra rolled her eyes and sighed. What was it about her and dealing with psychotic episodes of people she had no interest in. Just because she'd managed to control her powers didn't mean she wanted to babysit a classroom of mentally challenged edgelords. She wanted to close her blinds and move her castle somewhere else, but a morbid curiosity kept her floating just above reach. Maybe this one would just resolve itself and fall apart at the seams. That would be nice._
: >hopefully this goes better than that first one... *Something far below the keep of the sky scuttled about, barely worth note. It felt rage, fear, and misery at what it was - at what it knew it had done. They wandered aimlessly for hours, not sure where they could find a way up to the mythical palace, and their rage quickly built up and released in a burst of incredibly destructive energy.* *Small ferns were uprooted and thrown, trees swayed and branches snapped free. A few unfortunate animals were caught in the explosion of energy, ripping them asunder. Anfelas dropped to the ground again, staring up at the huge, uprooted clod of dirt and stone high in the sky above, trying to find some way of getting into it...* *Another burst, much more focused, trying to send him skywards hard enough to land on it - only for him to land on the ground in a heap a second later.*
> [{quoted}](name=bluegolisano,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=002b,timestamp=2018-08-24T21:51:02.545+0000) > > *Something far below the keep of the sky scuttled about, barely worth note. It felt rage, fear, and misery at what it was - at what it knew it had done. They wandered aimlessly for hours, not sure where they could find a way up to the mythical palace, and their rage quickly built up and released in a burst of incredibly destructive energy.* > *Small ferns were uprooted and thrown, trees swayed and branches snapped free. A few unfortunate animals were caught in the explosion of energy, ripping them asunder. Anfelas dropped to the ground again, staring up at the huge, uprooted clod of dirt and stone high in the sky above, trying to find some way of getting into it...* > *Another burst, much more focused, trying to send him skywards hard enough to land on it - only for him to land on the ground in a heap a second later.* _Syndra had a bit of a difficulty figuring out what was going on, a strange type of magic had gathered around below her fortress, spiking and declining in magnitude every few seconds. It was curious enough to investigate, the sovereign taking a peek out of one of her windows down below._
: Sovereignty Reigns [Ask Syndra]
_Her eyes shot open again, the ionian reaching her right arm outwards in desperation._ _Syndra's limbs were on fire, every movement seeming to constrict her as she tried to breathe. She gasped for air, and found only water filling her lungs where the air used to be. She was submerged again._ _Clutching her throat and kicking her legs, Syndra trembled in a torturous spasm in an attempt to keep herself conscious. Her magic seemed to fail her as the orbs that floated about her normally seemed to be unresponsive, as if they'd never been there at all. Her vision waned, her sight failing her as she sunk into unconsciousness._ _She lay there floating, her body on fire as her hands floated limply to her sides. Thoughts raced through her head as she tried to understand what was happening, unable to make her body respond as it normally did._ - - - _A wet slap and Syndra choked, spilling water from her mouth like it was the only thing contained within her. Sputtering and coughing, the sovereign gasped as she heaved towards the nearest object she could hoist herself upon. Muffled voices consumed the air about her this time, a distinct ringing in her ears as she tried to make sense of what had happened to her._ _With some effort, Syndra made it to her feet. Her clothes were drenched, her hair covering her eyes as she wobbled to a stand. She cursed under her breath, pushing her bangs out of her vision and came face to face with a rather old and decrepit looking tree._ _The voices had stopped, Syndra standing in front of the odd foliage with a cold realization she'd definitely been there before._ _Her heart sunk, and she stumbled, still sopping wet, towards the ghost-willow._ - - - "I'm sorry." _She spoke after a long silence, not sure if she was crying again or still wet. It hardly mattered, really, she'd deduced a long time ago this wasn't real. Her fingers slid across the tarnished bark of the tree, sliding across the withered trunk as if she had some ability to fix things._ "I've taken up gardening, you know." _She said, looking up at the gnarled branches._ "I wanted to see you again after... well, you know. I can't really.. do that anymore, but I hoped if I learned enough magic I could fix things." _A slight pause, Syndra coughing up some more water._ "Perhaps I could even turn back time with the-" _A reconsideration. Time travel was... a very dangerous thing to do. It could make things even worse, were that even possible. Did she want to undo the past? The thought came through her head numerous times before and even then she wasn't sure that wouldn't just somehow result in an even more catastrophic future._ "I-... miss you." _She spoke, wiping the water from her absolutely dry face._ - - - _As if abruptly hurled a hundred feet in the air, Syndra found herself ejected from what appeared to be another dream. She lay hunched upon the floor, tears streaming down her face again and her body trembling. She smiled as she wept, Syndra's heavy crying continuing until she passed out from exhaustion once again._
: Sovereignty Reigns [Ask Syndra]
_A sharp gasp escaped the sovereign's lips as she awoke suddenly. Fleeting memories burned through her mind as she clutched the covers of her bed, breathing heavily in the dead of night._ _How long had it been since she'd lifted the temple on Fae'lor, since she'd torn apart her would-be assassins, since she escaped the dreaming pool? A few months? A few weeks? Everything seemed to have flowed in a different manner than before. The woman placed a hand upon her breast as she calmed herself, reminded that she was free from her prison and far away from those who tore her life apart._ _Even so, tears seemed to drip from her face. Even in solace she felt the mocking tones of everyone who treated her with disdain, the harsh words echoing in her mind every so often like her torturous dreams had been. How many times had she relived the past? Forced to watch over her own memories over and over again, forced to dream of her aggressors and how she silenced them all. Why did Evard have to be so cruel? She was just a girl. His own sister. What rotten luck plagued her that she wound up with such spiteful people to be around?_ _Syndra shivered, the tears flowing from her face freely now. Everything was awful, terrible, wretched. The orbs that normally swirled about her person vibrated and vanished out of existence, the light from the moon free to shine unobstructed through her window across her crying face. All anyone saw of her was a monster, a killer, a beast, when she simply wanted to live. Comparing her to that awful ninja or that despicable fleabag from Zaun, it was if the whole world was mocking her again for simply existing._ _Wasn't she allowed some semblance of happiness, too?_ _Syndra clutched her knees as she sobbed, wanting to forget everything. The Navori, Konigen, Evard, they all were stains on her life that she couldn't clean out of her mind._ _That night, the castle floated quite a ways lower than it normally did._
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=0025000000000000,timestamp=2018-07-28T00:44:30.182+0000) > > Syndra *While his arrival may have been quite obvious to those who could sense magic, or at least were aware of their surroundings, Ryze had no idea that Syndra would know of his presence so soon. In fact, he had assumed he would be able to explore the Dark Sovereign's lair for a while before encountering her in one of the undoubtedly stretching corridors. Or perhaps he would happen upon her in one of the numerous rooms, either lounging luxuriously or resting as a hedonist would.* *But that wasn't what happened. Instead, apparently, she found him just as soon as he had materialized himself upon the balcony. The door opened to reveal her in all her glory, floating quite a few inches off the ground and glaring at him as if he had just told her an offensive joke. Which he wouldn't. He could, but he wouldn't.* "......speed is very relative. So you must be the one they call Syndra. Obviously, you would be the sole inhabitant of this castle in the sky."
> [{quoted}](name=AsktheRuneMage,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=00250000000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-03T04:36:10.028+0000) > > *While his arrival may have been quite obvious to those who could sense magic, or at least were aware of their surroundings, Ryze had no idea that Syndra would know of his presence so soon. In fact, he had assumed he would be able to explore the Dark Sovereign's lair for a while before encountering her in one of the undoubtedly stretching corridors. Or perhaps he would happen upon her in one of the numerous rooms, either lounging luxuriously or resting as a hedonist would.* > > *But that wasn't what happened. Instead, apparently, she found him just as soon as he had materialized himself upon the balcony. The door opened to reveal her in all her glory, floating quite a few inches off the ground and glaring at him as if he had just told her an offensive joke. Which he wouldn't. He could, but he wouldn't.* "......speed is very relative. So you must be the one they call Syndra. Obviously, you would be the sole inhabitant of this castle in the sky." "Yes. Most people don't arrive by magic, at least not if they don't want to get blasted off the balcony into the wilds below. I suppose I can make an exception every once in a while." _She spoke, referencing his rather quick appearance and possible... disappearance. She doubted even if she tossed him off the edge of her fortress it would lead to anything permanent. The door opened wider and she floated back to let him in, making sure to hover in the way of him getting too curious of what she had in her towers._ _It wasn't that she had anything exciting, a few old temple rooms and some living spaces adorned the majority of her fortress grounds. What she didn't want was his already inquisitive and decidedly matter-of-factly way of speaking was something she cared not to assist in indulging. Ryze had no need to find out about her rather personal interest in gardening in her spare time. She led him in the direction of one of her magic studies, a library of sorts with a number of magical artifacts and runic... whatever it was that she assumed he was interested in._
: {{ I apologize for not responding in quite a while. I had IRL stuff hit me hard for a period of time that swallowed up the majority of my time and energy, but now that I have some to spare for roleplaying I went and read through our posts and.....I'm not satisfied with where we are now. So, would you mind if I wiped the slate clean and we start over with a much better approach? }}
> [{quoted}](name=Ask the Herald,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=0027,timestamp=2018-07-30T18:12:11.424+0000) > > {{ I apologize for not responding in quite a while. I had IRL stuff hit me hard for a period of time that swallowed up the majority of my time and energy, but now that I have some to spare for roleplaying I went and read through our posts and.....I'm not satisfied with where we are now. So, would you mind if I wiped the slate clean and we start over with a much better approach? }} https://i.imgur.com/edHC3zL.png sure, I guess
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=00250000,timestamp=2018-07-06T06:13:47.677+0000) > > Syndra *Almost as if carried by the wind, invisible and mass-less, he found himself suddenly upon a terrace of an unfamiliar terrace. But that didn't matter to this archmage. What mattered was that he had made it to where he sensed the source of immense arcane power. This was where he would come face to face with the feared and dreaded sorceress who answered to the name...* "Syndra." *Ryze was a far-too-long-lived magus in his own right, and though he did not boast the raw power that Syndra was said to possess he made up for it with his seemingly endless well of knowledge and with his centuries of experience with regards to all things magical.* *Looking about, his eyes nigh-devoid of visible features (the truth was that his iris and pupil were so faded that they blended in with his sclera), he wasn't sure where he currently was. He turned his gaze outward, to the sky that surrounded the temple, but that did nothing to ward off his uncertainty. Turning back to the door before him, which was closed but featured large panes of glass that allowed him to peer into the chamber beyond, he squinted in an attempt to discern the features of the room so that he could at least have a base from which to work. The next logical step, after examining the room, was to try the door and determine whether or not it was locked. He didn't know how well Syndra maintained her own lair, or whether or not she cared about sealing all possible portals to the outside, let alone doors and windows that exited to structural features such as the one he found himself upon.* *He would avoid using magic if at all possible, as the mistress of the fortress may consider such a thing an act of hostility.*
> [{quoted}](name=AsktheRuneMage,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=002500000000,timestamp=2018-07-19T19:56:53.628+0000) > > *Almost as if carried by the wind, invisible and mass-less, he found himself suddenly upon a terrace of an unfamiliar terrace. But that didn't matter to this archmage. What mattered was that he had made it to where he sensed the source of immense arcane power. This was where he would come face to face with the feared and dreaded sorceress who answered to the name...* "Syndra." *Ryze was a far-too-long-lived magus in his own right, and though he did not boast the raw power that Syndra was said to possess he made up for it with his seemingly endless well of knowledge and with his centuries of experience with regards to all things magical.* > > *Looking about, his eyes nigh-devoid of visible features (the truth was that his iris and pupil were so faded that they blended in with his sclera), he wasn't sure where he currently was. He turned his gaze outward, to the sky that surrounded the temple, but that did nothing to ward off his uncertainty. Turning back to the door before him, which was closed but featured large panes of glass that allowed him to peer into the chamber beyond, he squinted in an attempt to discern the features of the room so that he could at least have a base from which to work. The next logical step, after examining the room, was to try the door and determine whether or not it was locked. He didn't know how well Syndra maintained her own lair, or whether or not she cared about sealing all possible portals to the outside, let alone doors and windows that exited to structural features such as the one he found himself upon.* > > *He would avoid using magic if at all possible, as the mistress of the fortress may consider such a thing an act of hostility.* _Syndra opened the door. Despite his rather quiet entrance, the sudden influx of mana billowing out of the air around her fortress was akin to a whale gently laying upon her doormat. She choked slightly, before shaking her head and adjusting her concentration of magic to not drown herself in such a pure form of arcanus. The imprints of the world runes had made their marks upon him, the sovereign well aware of who it was the instant he teleported there._ _As it were, there was little point in keeping him out. The longer he stayed the more time she'd have to put up with the whole thing. She opened the door to look down upon the mage with a glaring eye. She was floating of course. She had no interest in being looked down upon and as such made an effort to stay above the mage in question. She assumed he wouldn't mind. It was her abode after all._ "You're quick." _She spoke. Teleportation magic was something she was... unfamiliar with. Curious._
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001000000000000000000000000000000000000100000001,timestamp=2018-07-08T08:30:01.536+0000) > > But it all changed when that strong hand reached for his shoulder from the darkness. Strong and comforting fingers, they always reminded him there was more. So much more he could accomplish under the Order of the Shadow. > > “Master Zed”, Kayn’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t move, his gaze shadowed under the black and blue bangs. His mind still lost in the thoughts, in the cosmos of Syndras’s power. "I should kill you where you stand, Zed. This doesn't concern you." _Syndra spoke with acidic tones, clearly furious at his appearance. That arrogant filth trespassing on her domain was cause for her magical aura to flare to life, purple magic sparking off of her like tiny bolts of lightning. The sovereign's displeasure was palpable, clenching her fists as he walked about in front of her like a showboating bird. She knew he wouldn't be so foolish as to enter this close to her without some way of slipping away like an eel, sensing a powerful collection of magic just off to the side of the clearing._ _It made her uncomfortable and angry, knowing even if she were to pull Kayn to her side that he would yet again slip through her fingers to commit some sort of unspeakable act as he always did._ "This is between Kayn and I, nothing you need to bother with. Don't you have other students to manipulate?" _She said._ "Don't make me have to forcefully evict you."
> [{quoted}](name=Sanguine Razors,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=00100000000000000000000000000000000000010000000100000000,timestamp=2018-07-19T17:18:49.454+0000) > > There was a sharp, palpable silence in response to Syndra's words. So thick as the shadows that lay at his back nearest to _his_ student. The air had never felt quite so thick; so static with an oppressive sensation permeating from the Shadow Master. And then it broke with words chiseled and sharp yet held strong in _guarded_ respect if only for the fact he stood in her home. > > "Let me remind you that he is _my_ ward. Whatever business you have with him is _also_ with me. You would do well to remember that, Syndra." There would be no olive branch here. Nor any immediate threat shown as he protectively stood by his student. > > He did not speak on the manipulation. Zed had nothing to confess, nor defend. Nor anything to prove as he kept his own powers level, and _secret_. He was here for Kayn, and solely for him. Whatever other matters need tending to regarding Syndra, would be done when Kayn was safe away from her. > > "Excuse us." He offered a curt bow if only to show the same _required_ respect being in her home, eyes never quite leaving her with evident distrust in whatever she may attempt to do. With that, he would attempt to depart with Kayn. A leading hand slipping across the young man's back. Kayn should know what it meant; a subtle command to leave and Zed would be right behind him. Syndra would not need to _eject_ him as it were. He was leaving on his own, with Kayn and _not_ without. _Syndra crossed her arms in disdain, clearly unwilling to move any further with this paltry conflict they had. It irritated her to see Zed so close and knowing no matter what she did, the slippery ninja would escape without a single scratch. Her words held power, she knew he wouldn't dare do anything in return. It was a stalemate, one that the sovereign felt sick knowing neither had the upper hand._ _His bow caused her to grimace, knowing full well he did it to mock her. He did what she asked of anyone, rightfully so, but the way he did it almost made her feel like it was an act of defiance and spite rather than respect. What could she do in return? There was no act she could commit that would not put her head on a silver platter by the no doubt countless ninja waiting to ambush her in case she dared smear the earth with Zed's body like she desperately wanted to._ "I am allowed conversation, especially when it is invited upon me. I did nothing wrong." _She spoke, after a loud huff. Her anger cooled to a slow, methodical burn as she clenched her fists. She could not act any more here, not without a massive backlash of casualties. She would have to simply talk._
Ask Kayn (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=00100000000000000000000000000000000000010000,timestamp=2018-05-01T09:02:24.173+0000) > > _Syndra opened her eyes, looking at Kayn with an intense inquiry._ > Kayn saw it in her eyes, infinity, the universe, a power so vast it even seemed impossible to control. All compressed into one single entity. The closer he was, the more evident it became. Power naturally attracted him and Syndra was a living fountain of energies. Words flowed, naturally intertwined with magic, sweetened, impossible to ignore. “_Ha! You make Zed sound like a simple thief, Sorceress_”. The darkin was amused. Kayn hold his master in such high esteem that it bordered reverence. It was an interesting contrast to see the Master of Shadows from another’s perspective. “_Yet it is nature’s law to take things from others. The world belongs to the strong, and they can take whatever they want. Or are you telling me that you are different? That you wouldn’t take what your power allows to?_” His gaze fell onto Syndra, piercing, with an intensity that almost burned. “I was chosen for the mission, I was one above them all. No other acolyte deserved it”. No other acolyte would have survived Rhaast’s initial corruption, he had been chosen to dirty his soul with a curse, power and a test where failure meant a fate worse than death. “He wouldn’t sacrifice me!” “_Wouldn’t he?_” whispered Rhaast, malicious, poking and the doubt once he saw it. “_He’s only been using you from where I stand. Like the noxians. Like everyone else has done all your life. You should break free from his shadow. Don’t you want to know how freedom feels like?_” Kayn clenched his jaw, a burdening shadow crept on his face. It was not the first time his thoughts were troubled by the haunting idea. Zed had chosen him, Zed had seen the strength he naturally possessed, Zed had chosen him for the mission no other acolyte could accomplish, a mission payed with his soul. Syndra’s and Rhaast’s words eerily aligned, it was enough to leave him wordless. But it all changed when that strong hand reached for his shoulder from the darkness. Strong and comforting fingers, they always reminded him there was more. So much more he could accomplish under the Order of the Shadow. “Master Zed”, Kayn’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t move, his gaze shadowed under the black and blue bangs. His mind still lost in the thoughts, in the cosmos of Syndras’s power.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001000000000000000000000000000000000000100000001,timestamp=2018-07-08T08:30:01.536+0000) > > But it all changed when that strong hand reached for his shoulder from the darkness. Strong and comforting fingers, they always reminded him there was more. So much more he could accomplish under the Order of the Shadow. > > “Master Zed”, Kayn’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t move, his gaze shadowed under the black and blue bangs. His mind still lost in the thoughts, in the cosmos of Syndras’s power. "I should kill you where you stand, Zed. This doesn't concern you." _Syndra spoke with acidic tones, clearly furious at his appearance. That arrogant filth trespassing on her domain was cause for her magical aura to flare to life, purple magic sparking off of her like tiny bolts of lightning. The sovereign's displeasure was palpable, clenching her fists as he walked about in front of her like a showboating bird. She knew he wouldn't be so foolish as to enter this close to her without some way of slipping away like an eel, sensing a powerful collection of magic just off to the side of the clearing._ _It made her uncomfortable and angry, knowing even if she were to pull Kayn to her side that he would yet again slip through her fingers to commit some sort of unspeakable act as he always did._ "This is between Kayn and I, nothing you need to bother with. Don't you have other students to manipulate?" _She said._ "Don't make me have to forcefully evict you."
: (( I must first preface this by confessing that I have long intended for an audience with the most esteemed Sovereign, but I have a certain system in place for everyone's grumpy Rune Mage with regards to visitations - barring a few key individuals. I have decided that Syndra should become one of these exceptions. Currently I have him visiting the various Shurima champions, one at a time, as he was investigating the.....occurrences that concluded, albeit temporarily, in the Shurima Bloodlines event narrative. But first, a letter! )) *A strange envelope appeared very randomly and spontaneously wherever the Dark Sovereign deigned to place her mail until such time as she felt the need or curiosity to read whatever droll correspondence her fanatical admirers or, worse, her most vehement detractors had sent her. Understandably, there would be many that she would possibly find no need nor desire to dignify or honor with a response, a post of her own to either discourage or tease whomever had written to her in the initial. She was likely a very shrewd and selective woman whose time was far too valuable to waste on any riff-raff from off the street of whatever backwater city or village that dared to permit their pitiable existence. The envelope was strange not because it was particularly out of the ordinary, no; it was strange because it was **exceptionally** out of the ordinary. It was a very light cyan color and bore lengths of cuneiform that she had never seen before, each on the front and back of the envelope - along the top and bottom edge. All in a very strikingly bright violet, and if she were able to sense the arcane she would immediately recognize it as somewhat more advanced magical script. The letter contained within was nothing but supernatural - unless she could see magic she would not likely be able to read the words upon the parchment at all! But, if she were anything other than a novice arcanist, and was so properly attuned to the arcane, the words would read as follows:* > To the Dark Sovereign hailing from Ionia, whose power is claimed to be quite vast, > > If you can read these words, then congratulations! It means that you aren't just some trifling amateur whose arrogance far exceeds her aptitude! > > I've heard that you're quite magically inclined, it's said that yours is a power that knows no limit and has few to no rivals. Don't misunderstand, I'm not trying to stick my nose up your ass or anything, it's just what I've heard. > > And that's the point. I've heard about you. About your power. About what you can do and have done. And I'm curious. I'll be along shortly after you receive this post, but not within the next few hours. At least, not until you break the seal of the envelope that will inform me when you've opened it. Magic can be extremely useful, not just for blasting your enemies to oblivion or traveling between the realms; utilities like these are also highly enjoyable. > > But I'm rambling. I'll be seeing you soon, Syndra. I really want to see what you've got, and if you're really worthy of your reputation as a powerful sorceress. > > Inquisitively, > *R Y Z E*
> [{quoted}](name=AsktheRuneMage,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=0025,timestamp=2018-06-28T04:38:57.501+0000) > > (( I must first preface this by confessing that I have long intended for an audience with the most esteemed Sovereign, but I have a certain system in place for everyone's grumpy Rune Mage with regards to visitations - barring a few key individuals. I have decided that Syndra should become one of these exceptions. Currently I have him visiting the various Shurima champions, one at a time, as he was investigating the.....occurrences that concluded, albeit temporarily, in the Shurima Bloodlines event narrative. But first, a letter! )) > > *A strange envelope appeared very randomly and spontaneously wherever the Dark Sovereign deigned to place her mail until such time as she felt the need or curiosity to read whatever droll correspondence her fanatical admirers or, worse, her most vehement detractors had sent her. Understandably, there would be many that she would possibly find no need nor desire to dignify or honor with a response, a post of her own to either discourage or tease whomever had written to her in the initial. She was likely a very shrewd and selective woman whose time was far too valuable to waste on any riff-raff from off the street of whatever backwater city or village that dared to permit their pitiable existence. The envelope was strange not because it was particularly out of the ordinary, no; it was strange because it was **exceptionally** out of the ordinary. It was a very light cyan color and bore lengths of cuneiform that she had never seen before, each on the front and back of the envelope - along the top and bottom edge. All in a very strikingly bright violet, and if she were able to sense the arcane she would immediately recognize it as somewhat more advanced magical script. The letter contained within was nothing but supernatural - unless she could see magic she would not likely be able to read the words upon the parchment at all! But, if she were anything other than a novice arcanist, and was so properly attuned to the arcane, the words would read as follows:* _Syndra wasn't really sure how to take this envelope. Magic was something she was more proficient than anyone she'd interacted with save for a few elderly vastayan, something she wielded with finesse, grace, power and skill. This letter was arcane in nature, it practically spilled magic all over the floor in a fine powder as if the sender had dipped it in a high concentration of glitter. All in all, it was highly impressive. Not many people she knew could lace a letter with enough magic to suffocate a small child._ _The only thing she was disinterested in was the contents. Sure, there was a complement in there, somewhere. She was pretty sure. Amidst the explanation of magic as if she'd never lifted a finger to study in her life and incredible sense of pretentiousness that spilled out of it just about as much as the arcane that spilled out of it like a drooling maw was some.. sort of invitation? Or self invitation._ _Syndra rolled her eyes. Visitors, especially ones that assumed they knew so much more than she did were... less than enjoyable._ _Looking around at her rather empty fortress, she sighed. Perhaps company would be tolerable for a bit of her time. She didn't... really... have anything better to do._
Artixero (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-28T09:11:46.863+0000) > Tachi took a moment to soak in Syndra's words, before voicing his own. He decided not to counter her point that he wasn't a soldier. He was. "And you are correct, my lady. I was raised in such a manner where I was taught that my worth is determined by those around me. I didn't learn anything else. I was taught a man can only be so great if there were people who thought he was great. And I want to change that." Tachi said, sighing in defeat. "I just don't know where to start looking, and how." Tachi would look around him, but he hasn't given up hope. There has to be something he could learn from the Sovereign, whether or not she taught him or rejected him. He took in a breath, as if coursing through his veins with how cold the truth really is. "I could go out and learn anything in my search, but without guidance I doubt it would prove... useful. If you won't teach me, then could you point me to where I could start learning for myself?"
> [{quoted}](name=Artixero,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e0000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-06-09T05:22:40.862+0000) > > Tachi took a moment to soak in Syndra's words, before voicing his own. He decided not to counter her point that he wasn't a soldier. He was. "And you are correct, my lady. I was raised in such a manner where I was taught that my worth is determined by those around me. I didn't learn anything else. I was taught a man can only be so great if there were people who thought he was great. And I want to change that." Tachi said, sighing in defeat. "I just don't know where to start looking, and how." Tachi would look around him, but he hasn't given up hope. There has to be something he could learn from the Sovereign, whether or not she taught him or rejected him. He took in a breath, as if coursing through his veins with how cold the truth really is. "I could go out and learn anything in my search, but without guidance I doubt it would prove... useful. If you won't teach me, then could you point me to where I could start learning for myself?" "Those are better words chosen at least." _The sovereign spoke, looking down on Tachi with much less disdain than she had before. At the very least he was getting the point._ "Sit there and meditate. Think about what you want to do. That's all. Consider it your first... 'lesson'" _She spoke, sighing internally to herself. Was she really intending to undertake a study? It wouldn't be the worst idea she'd ever had. She watched his magical auras flicker and spark in different places, his body beginning to already become less tense and more mellowed with the area. If he was going to learn anything he was going to have to become a lot looser with how he interacted with things._
Ask Kayn (NA)
: // Hey Synda-sama! Is it my post or master zed comes in? I've been waiting for it, intrigued to continue :3!
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=0024,timestamp=2018-06-08T07:29:11.938+0000) > > // Hey Synda-sama! Is it my post or master zed comes in? I've been waiting for it, intrigued to continue :3! (If you absolutely must have Zed show up, then let him know I suppose.)
Artixero (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e0000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-01T08:38:24.159+0000) > Tachi listened to Syndra's reply and gave it some thought. She carried truth in her words, and it made him reflect on his own words and actions. To be feared exclusively. Tachi questioned his motives. Did he really want to protect Ionia, or turn into something Ionians could boast about, to make evildoers fear him? He knows what it was like to be feared. It felt lonely. It was certainly not pleasant, whatsoever, and he failed to realize this as he formulated his argument for the Sovereign to teach him. He had not considered her stance on the matter, even though he was prepared for rejection. Tachi set his eyes downcast, with his brow furrowing as he grew deeper in thought. Why does he know nothing of what Syndra stood for? He could spend years debating this question, going back and forth with his own conscience about pinning down an answer, but the immediate answer was: he was afraid. Tachi was afraid of Syndra, just as everyone else who spoke of her to him. He was afraid of her power, yet wanted some of it for himself. He did want power. He wanted more. With such powerful individuals roaming the world outside the confines of Ionia, he stood little to no chance against them if they turned against Ionia. Paragons of strength like Garen, of strategy like Swain, and of arcane power like Syndra. He wanted the power to stand as their equal, but perhaps it was not what he deserved. Tachi remembered that solemn expression Syndra displayed at his words. The words he delivered to somehow convince Syndra. "Forgive me if my words offended you, my lady." Tachi started off, still keeping his eyes to the ground. He was at a loss for words. His answer certainly sounded correct, but he could feel it didn't exactly hit the mark. It was something else than fear. After a few more moments of thinking about it, Tachi looked up at Syndra to give his answer. Was it because he didn't know her? He didn't bother knowing about her? And not just from people's stories, but to actually, really, know her? He wanted to confess that he didn't know why he knew nothing of what she stood for. That he didn't know where to start looking for the answer, but in an earnest request to actually seek the answer, he looked up to the Sovereign and said, "I do not know anything about you aside from the stories I've heard... but could you show me what it is that they do not know about you?"
> [{quoted}](name=Artixero,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e00000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-21T20:55:01.043+0000) > > "Forgive me if my words offended you, my lady." Tachi started off, still keeping his eyes to the ground. He was at a loss for words. His answer certainly sounded correct, but he could feel it didn't exactly hit the mark. It was something else than fear. After a few more moments of thinking about it, Tachi looked up at Syndra to give his answer. Was it because he didn't know her? He didn't bother knowing about her? And not just from people's stories, but to actually, really, know her? He wanted to confess that he didn't know why he knew nothing of what she stood for. That he didn't know where to start looking for the answer, but in an earnest request to actually seek the answer, he looked up to the Sovereign and said, "I do not know anything about you aside from the stories I've heard... but could you show me what it is that they do not know about you?" "I study in my free time ways to better myself and to know what I do not. That is all you need to know about me." _She huffed, clearly disinterested in speaking more about herself at the current moment. Praise was... unfamiliar to her, and she'd already heard a mouthful, as if he were trying to butter her up. More idle chatter from this man and she'd likely fall into the same traps she did with any of her previous students-to-be. All power-hungry, selfish mongrels with no sense of tact. Power was not a gift. Knowledge was._ "You are too focused on what you know. Too focused on what you are aware of to understand." _She looked at Tachi, magical shimmer fading from her eyes as her bright violet irises pierced at him._ "There is an infinite amount of things one considers when making decisions. Power comes and goes. Legends come and go. Legacies will fade, and memories will be lost. You hold yourself up by ideals of a fleeting dream, shackled by the weight of the persistent approval of others." _She looked down upon the grass._ "Take a moment to consider what you would do if I were to raze everything to the ground? If everyone were to die of a calamity save for yourself? What then of your power and people and ideals? Do they mean anything? Do you know anything if they all vanish? To truly learn anything is to acknowledge that you know nothing more than what little you can retain. Your ideals are yours. Your strength is yours. Your wisdom is yours. What you choose to do, is your choice. You are not a solider, or a hero. You are not wise for acting for the benefit of others. You are hopeful and desperate for approval. To be validated in your decisions." "You know nothing about me because you have chosen to live knowing nothing."
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=00160001000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-05-01T08:23:26.875+0000) _A part of Marcus wanted to believe that she wouldn't do it; to murder a stranger so strangely without probable cause. He so desperately wanted to believe, but the arcanic orbs Syndra summoned, crackling with impressive power, said otherwise. The captain had no say in the matter, so it seemed, and would have to conceive to the Sovereign's request or risk dying within the next few precious seconds. He rose from his cautiously, looking into Syndra's cosmic irises for no more than a few moments, searching for any signs of a change in heart. _ _There was none, to his misfortune._ _At least, it didn't appear that way. Time was limited, and there wasn't enough of it to come to a conclusion. Now, he abandoned the Sovereign's presence, fleeing the dining area towards the opened entrance to the fortress without saying a word; the light outside still shimmering and the mystical orbs continuing their dance. Marcus broke the veil to the outside world, feeling an immediate relief from the mage's heavy aura, as if stepping through a portal to a different dimension. It felt serene, almost peaceful to be out in the open world,wherever that may be. _ _His running slowed to a jog, than to a brisk walk as he made it towards the edge of the floating monastery. In his time of frantic egress, he almost forgot that he was trapped on this island, hovering hundreds, if not thousands of feet above the forests beneath him. For Syndra, this may have been an oversite as well but he did not care at this point. He was as far away as physically possible form her without taking a suicidal plunge off the edge. Unless if that was her intention the entire time..._ _Regardless, he shifted his focus to the orb whose bodies were floating gracefully to wherever it is they were going. Marcus looked up and followed their paths to the apparent source of this ambient light. It was angelic to say the least. An ocean of different hues of greens and blues nearly enveloped the night sky. This cosmic anomaly appeared to be transparent, the stars shining through the blanket of colors in an elegant display of galactic wonder. The closest thing that came to the captain's mind to compare to this abnormality would be that of a nebulae. But this was different. It looked to be alive, moving in slow waves. Such a thing shouldn't be for an object that appeared to be so massive. It writhed as if it were close enough to do so, but it appeared far away as it nestled itself within the stars. It was a visual paradox that was oddly pleasing to the eye and Marcus felt himself captivated by its presence as he stared in a trans-like state. _
> [{quoted}](name=GodOThunder90,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=0023,timestamp=2018-05-10T19:43:28.639+0000) > > _Regardless, he shifted his focus to the orb whose bodies were floating gracefully to wherever it is they were going. Marcus looked up and followed their paths to the apparent source of this ambient light. It was angelic to say the least. An ocean of different hues of greens and blues nearly enveloped the night sky. This cosmic anomaly appeared to be transparent, the stars shining through the blanket of colors in an elegant display of galactic wonder. The closest thing that came to the captain's mind to compare to this abnormality would be that of a nebulae. But this was different. It looked to be alive, moving in slow waves. Such a thing shouldn't be for an object that appeared to be so massive. It writhed as if it were close enough to do so, but it appeared far away as it nestled itself within the stars. It was a visual paradox that was oddly pleasing to the eye and Marcus felt himself captivated by its presence as he stared in a trans-like state. _ _Syndra slumped to the wall against her hallway, tired as she'd been the entire morning. A yawn escaped her mouth, the tiredness of the sovereign finally resuming itself after that spurt of excitement. The orbs that hovered her ceased to be, while she tiredly stared off into the emptiness of the halls she sat in._ _She assumed not every visitor she'd get would be as full of self importance. Hopefully. It was a mess, really. Whatever she did, it seemed he was always a leg up on her. It was a bit frustrating, but she supposed if she were to come up against a tactician even raw power wouldn't help her. She cursed quietly under her breath at being manipulated so plainly before yawning again. Still the early hours of the morning, she supposed, nothing about that had changed. She was still impossibly tired, she just hadn't had time to register it._ _Just a nod of sleep, perhaps. Her eyes closed slightly, the sovereign slowly nodding off for a bit._
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=00220000,timestamp=2018-05-01T08:39:03.253+0000) > > (I do not know who you are referring to.) [ Zed interacting with Syndra, of course! You have my student here.. Could have him show up in that RP if you're interested. ]
> [{quoted}](name=Sanguine Razors,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=002200000000,timestamp=2018-05-01T08:40:32.891+0000) > > [ Zed interacting with Syndra, of course! You have my student here.. Could have him show up in that RP if you're interested. ] (If you intend to bring Zed here I hope you've been made aware of how she feels about him)
Ask Kayn (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-07T16:30:39.328+0000) > Syndra’s flattering did nothing more than increase the scythe’s already big ego, and Rhaast talked again, feeling self important. “_You’d well in remembering it, woman. Though that won’t spare you in the ultimate end_". As she approached, Kayn didn’t change his stance, he was confident, absolutely certain she meant no harm. He knew his power, he had survived war at the age of ten, this, this was nothing the Great Kayn couldn’t surpass. But he was petrified as the world disappeared behind Syndra’s form. The castle, the sky, the red Ionian sunset, all was eclipsed by the Dark Sovereign. As the words were cooed to his ear like poison, his claw twisted, open, allowing Rhaast to fall heavily to the ground, abandoned, worthless. The darkin could barely taste the power coursing through the Dark Sovereign’s hands, stirring his unending hunger, before he fell with a loud clang. “_Not this again..._”, he growled, annoyed by his wielder’s sudden display of weakness, but Kayn paid him no attention. She had become the center of his thoughts, she possessed the cunning ability to conquer. “Former master?” He repeated, his wide eyes veiled behind the curtain of silver hair that now blinded him, or perhaps were her dangerously glowing eyes, effulgent with power. “Why. Why are his methods insufficient? He chose me, he sought me in the bloodied coasts as war tormented Ionia”. Kayn had completely forgotten his initial purpose, his words, his threats, being reminded left him wordless. As she stepped back, his bare chest felt extremely cold. “_Don’t listen to her_", Rhaast ordered from the floor, trying to regain the boy’s attention, clawing at his mind with the sharp tendrils of his consciousness. “_She is playing with you. Don’t you feel her power? Imagine what we could do with it, how strong we would become. Pick me up and cut her throat, let me feast on her blood!_” “Only the weak deserve to perish…, you--” Fear had faded, easily intoxicated by the praise, even the uncomfortable distance did not embarrass him. “You have recognized my strength…, there is no need for you to die. Don’t be misled by the darkin. ” Though at the same time he considered her words, her death could unleash a tide of power…, the whole fortress would collapse. He couldn’t accept the risk, besides she had succeeded to easily manipulate him. Shame, praise, transgression, Kayn couldn’t resist the confusion and instead accepted her almost loving words. “Why you despise Master Zed? “ Though after his return to the Order, his new power an appearance had caused him to become almost an outsider. The resentment all felt to him as a Noxian had darkened into a different form of apprehension. And his Master…, his Master was judging him. Observing him. Studying him.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=0010000000000000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2018-04-27T07:28:29.356+0000) > “Only the weak deserve to perish…, you--” Fear had faded, easily intoxicated by the praise, even the uncomfortable distance did not embarrass him. “You have recognized my strength…, there is no need for you to die. Don’t be misled by the darkin. ” Though at the same time he considered her words, her death could unleash a tide of power…, the whole fortress would collapse. He couldn’t accept the risk, besides she had succeeded to easily manipulate him. Shame, praise, transgression, Kayn couldn’t resist the confusion and instead accepted her almost loving words. > > “Why you despise Master Zed? “ Though after his return to the Order, his new power an appearance had caused him to become almost an outsider. The resentment all felt to him as a Noxian had darkened into a different form of apprehension. And his Master…, his Master was judging him. Observing him. Studying him. _Syndra opened her eyes, looking at Kayn with an intense inquiry._ "Oh, how generous of you to reconsider." _She smiled, pursing her lips._ "I am sure Rhaast will get his day in the sun or the... moon, or whenever he decides to do his thing. Perhaps he will find another wielder, or you will no longer need him, or whatever may happen." _She gently floated back towards Kayn, pressing herself against him with an almost motherly tenderness. The sovereign almost seemed deeply concerned for the boy's well being, her hands cupping the side of his head and looking down upon him. Her eyes shone a majestic purple, shimmering magic surging throughout her body as if it were attempting to escape through her starlit visage. It was akin to staring into the cosmos, in a sense._ "As to the answer of your question it's because he treats others like his toys. He's always been a user, manipulating and conniving his way to achieve greater power. He never achieves through his own without taking something from others. From the kinkou, from the vastayan, his thirst for mastery of his powers is only rivaled by the irony that they were never his own to begin with. He has no real talent aside from murder, and a common thug can accomplish that much." _She stared deeply into the boy's eyes, before standing back slightly to let him look at her curvaceousness in all its... entirety._ "A master of common thievery, using boys and fools to kill and steal for his own agenda. He doesn't care about you, or any of the students you knew, or anyone for that matter, aside from Shen. Everyone is replaceable. I've sensed it. He'll teach you as bare as he can to let you feel like you're someone in his inner circle, that you mean something. He'll either kill you because you're too strong or because he wants to take what you have, and the end of the story is you either die by his shadow or you die by him." _Syndra had crossed her arms._ "The only reason he cares at all about you is because you took his weapon. He can't kill you just yet. He knows you'll put up a fight, and maybe you'll even kill him. You know nothing but what he's given you, though, and that's why he'll always strike you down. He isn't your master. He's treated you like an obedient dog and when you've outlived your usefulness he'll pull the leash and cut you down." _Her voice got cold, the words she spoke seeming to get louder._ "Don't think you didn't already know he was going to do that. You're supposed to give your life for him if he asks, are you not?" _The sovereign paused, before returning to a much less serious demeanor, turning around to stretch._ "A pity really, it'd be nice to have a capable man around." _She teased._
: [ _Peers into the thread_ 'ello! Perhaps we can have these two meet IC. Since it seems they have similar outlooks. :3 I can drop you a post once I know if you're interested. Would it be easier for her to visit his Temple, or him to visit her in the sky? ]
> [{quoted}](name=Sanguine Razors,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=0022,timestamp=2018-04-26T23:44:54.112+0000) > > [ _Peers into the thread_ > > 'ello! Perhaps we can have these two meet IC. Since it seems they have similar outlooks. :3 I can drop you a post once I know if you're interested. Would it be easier for her to visit his Temple, or him to visit her in the sky? ] (I do not know who you are referring to.)
Artixero (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e00000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-04-11T06:23:24.715+0000) > There was a moment when Tachi thought the tongue-lashing would come. Of course, her words rang true in his mind, as if in the back of his head, he had expected it. Of course many would have turned to her in search of power. Of course there had already been people who walked his path, but not for the same reasons, and she didn't have time to babysit people without innate talent and perseverance. Tachi wasn't sure he even had what it took to _really_ learn what it meant to wield true power, but he left that doubt behind him before he even set out to find Syndra. He had heard of a certain individual from Demacia, described often times as an oaf, who left behind his humanity to become the best for his country. Tachi wanted to emulate that, with less screaming and more efficiency. Tachi didn't flinch when Syndra made light of his words. Then, she spoke truth once more. Why concern himself with people who had disrespected him, his efforts for Ionia? Why does he want to protect a country that had once betrayed him? There was a simple answer to that in his head, he just wanted to see if he could make it less naive sounding, despite how truly naive it was. Her experiences were portrayed rather poorly, depicting her as a killer and a highly dangerous person. Was it fear that they felt, to spin those stories? Tachi could admit, there was faint fear in his system as he stood close to the Sovereign, but he didn't let it consume him. He's come too far to get scared. _"Why come to me, to bow before me as the true sovereign of Ionia? What do you see me as?"_ Tachi steeled his resolve, and looked up to the Sovereign with a fire in his eyes. "Hope." "I've gone to Master Yi, to Lady Irelia, to the Duchess Karma, and... I cannot find the answer to my doubts from their words and teachings. They've helped me grow stronger, but if I want to be the strongest I can be, why didn't I ask you first?" Tachi explained. "I still love this country and the people in it. I've fought against Noxus and was treated like a wild animal needed to be euthanized for my performance and efficiency. I was too _dangerous_, apparently, to let me roam freely. But that is exactly what I want to change. If I were graced by your majesty, taught to be truly strong and powerful, many might come to fear me as they fear you. However, that matters little, does it not? They cower behind their homes and walls while they send people like me to die in their stead, and call us broken and dangerous when we come back. And you're here achieving great things not just for Ionia, but for Runeterra." Tachi simmered down, as he was starting to get a little fired up. "You shine to me as hope, floating alone in your fortress in the sky, out of reach by mere mortal hands. You are the brightest star in the night sky, the most powerful being that graced Ionia's skies, and yet you're so far away from people who desperately need hope. If somehow, I had learned from you, to be as devoted and loyal to your teachings as I am to Ionia and her people... Then perhaps I can give the people that hope. It is a selfish request, and for that I am sorry. But if I want to be good, I want to learn from the best. And in my eyes, that's you, your grace."
> [{quoted}](name=Artixero,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-04-18T06:59:59.963+0000) > > Tachi simmered down, as he was starting to get a little fired up. "You shine to me as hope, floating alone in your fortress in the sky, out of reach by mere mortal hands. You are the brightest star in the night sky, the most powerful being that graced Ionia's skies, and yet you're so far away from people who desperately need hope. If somehow, I had learned from you, to be as devoted and loyal to your teachings as I am to Ionia and her people... Then perhaps I can give the people that hope. It is a selfish request, and for that I am sorry. But if I want to be good, I want to learn from the best. And in my eyes, that's you, your grace." "You say things like 'hope' and then you speak of power as if I were a simple weapon to be wielded. As if the power I use is to be feared exclusively." _The sovereign looked solemn, as if his words hurt her. She still hovered above him, arms outstretched in a pose of the divine. Despite her warmth with open arms she seemed cold, speaking in a quieter tone than one would expect from someone such as herself._ "There is no doubt of my abilities. I am studious, dedicated, and passionate in my craft. My innate skill with magic has been honed over years and yet it is an unquenchable thirst for betterment. You speak in half tones, though. How am I supposed to believe you mean to succeed of your own merits when you cling to the concerns of others? You are only selfish because you do not grasp that what you're asking for is more power. More strength. You see me as a teacher of destruction alone, capable of smiting when I feel it is necessary, and never grasping the other side of my arcane knowledge." _She paused for a minute._ "You are already more than capable enough to smite those that stand in your way. I can teach you nothing you cannot already become proficient in yourself. Journey the world, slay a few tyrants. Save enough lives and hope will make its way in the form of a legend." .... "If you truly want to serve me, then take a while to consider why you know nothing of what I stand for."
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001600010000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-28T02:08:42.848+0000) _An awkward silence encompassed them when nothing was revealed beyond the monastery's foyer entrance. Despite the tension already between the two, Marcus was inclined to suggest that they investigate what lies on the other side of the opened door, even though it wasn't the safest idea. It was was in this moment he oddly recalled a saying from one his superiors back home, 'There are risks and costs to action, but they are far less than the long range risks of comfortable inaction.' It was from this idea that the captain formulated his ways of doing things; to act when another might not. A man of action. There were times when this ideology got him into some serious trouble, but more often, the rewards outweighed the risks, and those were the signs of success in his book._ _As much as he would have liked satisfying his curiosities, Syndra had other ideas. The Sovereign was fed up, and the poison in her tone was painfully obvious. She called him out and accused him of this sorcery, knowing damn well he was just as dumbfounded as she was. To say that he was the source of this so called 'deceptive' magics was asinine and the fact that she believed he was here just to play mind games made Marcus realize how paranoid and unstable this woman truly was. And then there it was. The death threat. Again...Dear gods..._ "Don't do this. Please." _He instinctively said in a voice as calm as the situation allowed. Marcus left his hands on the table, showing no signs of aggression, careful not to move any parts of his body in the slightest. She wouldn't kill someone who's showing compliance, right?_ "I'm not the one causing this." _He continued._ "You can sense it. It's not from me. I promise you that." "I'm here by accident. By chance. I just wanted to know where I am." _Marcus would find a heavy gulp forming in his throat._ "Please. Don't do this."
> [{quoted}](name=GodOThunder90,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=0016000100000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-04-09T20:31:55.251+0000) > > _An awkward silence encompassed them when nothing was revealed beyond the monastery's foyer entrance. Despite the tension already between the two, Marcus was inclined to suggest that they investigate what lies on the other side of the opened door, even though it wasn't the safest idea. It was was in this moment he oddly recalled a saying from one his superiors back home, 'There are risks and costs to action, but they are far less than the long range risks of comfortable inaction.' It was from this idea that the captain formulated his ways of doing things; to act when another might not. A man of action. There were times when this ideology got him into some serious trouble, but more often, the rewards outweighed the risks, and those were the signs of success in his book._ > > _As much as he would have liked satisfying his curiosities, Syndra had other ideas. The Sovereign was fed up, and the poison in her tone was painfully obvious. She called him out and accused him of this sorcery, knowing damn well he was just as dumbfounded as she was. To say that he was the source of this so called 'deceptive' magics was asinine and the fact that she believed he was here just to play mind games made Marcus realize how paranoid and unstable this woman truly was. And then there it was. The death threat. Again...Dear gods..._ > > "Don't do this. Please." _He instinctively said in a voice as calm as the situation allowed. > Marcus left his hands on the table, showing no signs of aggression, careful not to move any parts of his body > in the slightest. She wouldn't kill someone who's showing compliance, right?_ > > "I'm not the one causing this." _He continued._ "You can sense it. It's not from me. I promise you that." > > "I'm here by accident. By chance. I just wanted to know where I am." _Marcus would find a heavy gulp forming in his throat._ > > "Please. Don't do this." _The only thing Syndra knew was what she had experienced firsthand._ "I can sense it? I've been patient enough with your mockery of my abilities for one morning, and every time it seems I am remotely close to whatever mysterious threat you seem to know about it happens to be something completely unrelated. I can sense magic. I can breathe magic, I _command_ magic. I can feel everything in the air around me and the only consistency I have been able to have at all is that you are the center of this abysmal time of day. There has not been one second of your extraterrestrial presence that I have _graciously_ put up with that has not resulted in more frustration and confusion for the _Sovereign of Ionia._" _The walls to either side of them began to crack, Syndra's powers clearly beginning to cause her fortress to give way._ "I am not a wild animal. Standing still won't make me ignore you. You have given me reason upon reason to believe you and every time it seems you've failed me. You've officially run out of excuses." _Syndra conjured up a slew of dense purple orbs by her side, humming quietly as they circled around her arm._ "I will give you ten seconds to leave my abode or you will stop existing where you stand." _She pointed to the doors._
: *It had been quite some time, though it was no fault of his own. His duty was to deliver letters and sometimes even parcels to everyone who dwelled in the City of Iron and Glass. He had the hallowed duty of being the intermediary between so many Zaunites who couldn't brave the undercity as well as he could, thus he served as a very necessary middleground. But Jeronis had not forgotten the Dark Sovereign, the dangerously beautiful woman with great power whom he had had the pleasure of meeting directly thanks to a particular letter that The Machine Herald had personally asked him to deliver to her. The idea was that VIktor was curious about her and her motives, something he believed he could use as leverage to learn of her capabilities and possibly glean some inspiration for his pet projects. The two didn't always see eye-to-eye, but did have a mutual respect for each other. Fortunately, such respect was that Viktor eventually granted him another opportunity to behold Syndra in all of her majesty, something for which his heart skipped a beat with anticipation.* *The final kiss she had bequeathed upon him had taken root in his memory so as to be impossible to forget, and he blushed each and every time he recalled it. He even relived it several times as he made the journey to the location that she had chosen to place her stronghold afloat, to arrogantly hover and watch over the lands that should be hers to rule with her indomitable will. He couldn't help but wonder if that outfit she wore last time was the only one she had, or if she had multiple spares or if she did in fact own an extended wardrobe beyond. He was smitten. Her charms had enslaved him to her will and whim, he even fantasized about her commanding and controlling him as if he were nothing but a tool to her. As if he were just a toy for her to play with, to use until he no longer had any worth to her.* *The levitating tower that belonged to the Sovereign soon came into view, and he waved in a friendly way at it as if she could see him with a telescope. He was eager to deliver the letter from Viktor, but he secretly looked forward to witnessing her attractive form with his own eyes.*
> [{quoted}](name=Ask the Herald,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=0020,timestamp=2018-03-17T07:05:54.632+0000) > https://i.imgur.com/krFzJPS.png _Syndra had been deeply studious the last few weeks. Things had gotten out of hand and her last wish was that people would think she was an incompetent mage. She had been focusing intently on matter transmutation for days on end, the final products still escaping her in their completed forms. Eventually she had to resign herself to the fact it was a bit beyond her.. at the moment. Perhaps another go when she'd mastered more schools of the arcane._ _It also eventually came to her attention the zaunite had asked for her attention on a few occasions. It hadn't come to her mind in so long that people actually... cared about what she got up to, given her tendency for solitude. Then again, it was often an attempt to use her for her power rather than an actual form of respect. There had to be an easier way to be going about that._ _Alas, eventually she came to terms with the small form of magic that lay outside her fortress. A similar feeling than before, the same rustic flow of mana about the man implying he was either the same disciple of the herald she had encountered before or someone decidedly familiar enough. Perhaps all disciples of Viktor were such._ _Taking the journey outside, Syndra grimaced at the sunlight. Had it really been that long since she had been outside? Shaking her head and squinting, the sovereign made a mental note to attempt contact more than she did. When her eyes finally adjusted to the ambience of the natural world, she noticed it was indeed her little friend from before, sheepishly holding his letter from Viktor as if he were trying to ask her out for prom. How adorable._ "I see you've returned from Zaun. Good news, I take it?" _She spoke politely, letting him explain what he had._
Artixero (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-28T02:15:24.198+0000) > Ever the obedient servant, Tachi remained silent and kept his eyes lowered as Syndra circled him, inspecting him, observing his stance and perhaps his outfit. Every creak of his armor, his breathing, his hair... He felt somewhat frightened. As her legs exited his field of vision, already narrowed from having his eyes downcast, he felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. Had he caught the Sovereign at a bad time? Was she about to split his skull open with force of will? He didn't know. Just slightly, ever so slightly, he let bias seep in. The stories surrounding the woman circling him was more believable than some local legends, and he had no reason to doubt her power. He can let his fight-or-flight systems kick in, but either one of those leads to his life ending. Opportunities lost. He had to remember why he came here. Seeing Syndra in person, he almost immediately believed the stories of her beauty. It was true, she was most likely one of the most attractive women he's seen during his travels around the world. Though, he wasn't here to start crushing hard on the Sovereign, and let his heart flutter and hope for some interesting interactions to happen. No, he was here to learn. As his time with Master Yi would say, 'A true master is an eternal student.' He rose from his stance on command, and looked Syndra straight in the eye. Screw it, if he's going to be struck down for his insolence, he'd at least look her in the eye. Confidence and such. That always gets across well, right? "No, your grace. Had I the chance to gaze upon you every day, then I will be more than satisfied, but that is hardly a reasonable arrangement." Tachi replied, swallowing hard. He inadvertently took the 'charm' option, and he has low charisma. "I came to... learn. I wish to learn how you acquired your immense power. There are threats to Ionia and the people who live within her borders that I cannot contend with, and seeing you in your majestic tower in the sky left me wishing I had a way to achieve some sort of higher power like you had. Or at least, as the stories say you had. I want to protect Ionia and everyone in it, but I cannot do so when I'm weak."
> [{quoted}](name=Artixero,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e0000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-30T19:25:18.042+0000) > He rose from his stance on command, and looked Syndra straight in the eye. Screw it, if he's going to be struck down for his insolence, he'd at least look her in the eye. Confidence and such. That always gets across well, right? "No, your grace. Had I the chance to gaze upon you every day, then I will be more than satisfied, but that is hardly a reasonable arrangement." Tachi replied, swallowing hard. He inadvertently took the 'charm' option, and he has low charisma. > > "I came to... learn. I wish to learn how you acquired your immense power. There are threats to Ionia and the people who live within her borders that I cannot contend with, and seeing you in your majestic tower in the sky left me wishing I had a way to achieve some sort of higher power like you had. Or at least, as the stories say you had. I want to protect Ionia and everyone in it, but I cannot do so when I'm weak." "Normally I would be interested in hearing such a proposition but I have already grown weary of taking disrespectful students in apprenticeships. I am no tool to be used for your own benefit." _The sovereign spoke._ "My power is of my own merit and to imply I earned it through anything less than innate talent and perseverance would be folly. I thought that much would have been obvious." _A pause, thinking of his motives._ "Ionian protection, how noble." _She said, lightly mocking his meekness._ "Why concern yourself with people who would disrespect you at a second glance? What would anyone but yourself gain from learning anything from someone like myself? I achieve for the betterment of Ionia as well as Runeterra and yet I am looked upon as a fearsome beast, holed up among the stars in a far off land never to be spoken to. People who are afraid of my abilities and what it means to wield true power, misrepresenting me as a cold blooded killer like that scum shadow cultist. " _Syndra shivered in contempt at the thought of Zed and her in relation. A truly despicable person he was._ "So I ask you instead. Why come to me, to bow before me as the true sovereign of Ionia? What do you see me as?"
: *It had been quite some time, though it was no fault of his own. His duty was to deliver letters and sometimes even parcels to everyone who dwelled in the City of Iron and Glass. He had the hallowed duty of being the intermediary between so many Zaunites who couldn't brave the undercity as well as he could, thus he served as a very necessary middleground. But Jeronis had not forgotten the Dark Sovereign, the dangerously beautiful woman with great power whom he had had the pleasure of meeting directly thanks to a particular letter that The Machine Herald had personally asked him to deliver to her. The idea was that VIktor was curious about her and her motives, something he believed he could use as leverage to learn of her capabilities and possibly glean some inspiration for his pet projects. The two didn't always see eye-to-eye, but did have a mutual respect for each other. Fortunately, such respect was that Viktor eventually granted him another opportunity to behold Syndra in all of her majesty, something for which his heart skipped a beat with anticipation.* *The final kiss she had bequeathed upon him had taken root in his memory so as to be impossible to forget, and he blushed each and every time he recalled it. He even relived it several times as he made the journey to the location that she had chosen to place her stronghold afloat, to arrogantly hover and watch over the lands that should be hers to rule with her indomitable will. He couldn't help but wonder if that outfit she wore last time was the only one she had, or if she had multiple spares or if she did in fact own an extended wardrobe beyond. He was smitten. Her charms had enslaved him to her will and whim, he even fantasized about her commanding and controlling him as if he were nothing but a tool to her. As if he were just a toy for her to play with, to use until he no longer had any worth to her.* *The levitating tower that belonged to the Sovereign soon came into view, and he waved in a friendly way at it as if she could see him with a telescope. He was eager to deliver the letter from Viktor, but he secretly looked forward to witnessing her attractive form with his own eyes.*
> [{quoted}](name=Ask the Herald,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=0020,timestamp=2018-03-17T07:05:54.632+0000) > > *The levitating tower that belonged to the Sovereign soon came into view, and he waved in a friendly way at it as if she could see him with a telescope. He was eager to deliver the letter from Viktor, but he secretly looked forward to witnessing her attractive form with his own eyes.* (I'm taking my time with this one, I want to do a little drawing for this. Been awfully busy lately so be patient~)
Artixero (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e0000,timestamp=2018-02-16T04:02:41.151+0000) > Tachi tossed firewood into his small campfire and poked the fire a bit, before sighing and beginning to heat up water for some tea. He had been camping out here for a few days but supplies aren't running low or anything. Perhaps hope of seeing the Sovereign grew bleaker with each passing day, but Tachi had more patience than most, especially regarding Ionian individuals of power. He'd begin humming a new song altogether, adjusting his armor a bit. During the time he waited, he had successfully finished a simple wooden sculpture of a rabbit. He heard something step upon grass nearby, and he'd look up from the fire to see the Sovereign herself, standing there patiently, merely a few yards away. Normally he'd be alarmed and be scampering to his feet, but he would instead drop everything he was doing and stand, looking at her in awe before he bowed to her. "Thank you for honoring me with your presence, your grace." He said, before straightening up and looked to her feet. He wasn't sure if looking her directly in the eyes was an offense.
> [{quoted}](name=Artixero,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e00000000,timestamp=2018-03-14T00:11:02.382+0000) > > Tachi tossed firewood into his small campfire and poked the fire a bit, before sighing and beginning to heat up water for some tea. He had been camping out here for a few days but supplies aren't running low or anything. Perhaps hope of seeing the Sovereign grew bleaker with each passing day, but Tachi had more patience than most, especially regarding Ionian individuals of power. He'd begin humming a new song altogether, adjusting his armor a bit. During the time he waited, he had successfully finished a simple wooden sculpture of a rabbit. He heard something step upon grass nearby, and he'd look up from the fire to see the Sovereign herself, standing there patiently, merely a few yards away. Normally he'd be alarmed and be scampering to his feet, but he would instead drop everything he was doing and stand, looking at her in awe before he bowed to her. > > "Thank you for honoring me with your presence, your grace." He said, before straightening up and looked to her feet. He wasn't sure if looking her directly in the eyes was an offense. "You seem to have a modicum of social graces." _Syndra spoke, walking around the man. As he stood there bowing, Syndra inspected the way he dressed. He was clearly tense, having likely heard more than his fair share of stories as to what she could do to someone like him._ "You've been busy while you were waiting for me. Most people don't bother making a small camp to interact with me." _A stray thought of what happened to a few individuals that had entered in her territory crossed her mind._ "..I suppose most people don't try and interact with me period." _After she finished circling around him, Syndra resumed her position in front of Tachi and crossed her arms._ "What is it that you wanted to speak to me for? You're not simply satisfied with seeing a pretty woman like myself, are you?" _She chuckled._ "You may rise."
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=0016000100000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-02T00:39:02.936+0000) >Yikes. _The ferocious capacity of Syndra's dark art was finally unveiled to the unsuspecting captain. The raw power she presented was unlike anything he has ever witnessed from a single entity. The heaviness of her magics were recognized almost instantly by Marcus and he reeled back in his seat in response, nearly falling over in the process. He felt like he could be crushed by the weight of her energy at any given moment, but his innate willpower and ability allowed him to process this magic without being mentally and physically obliterated. The spectacle before him was nothing short of awesome, yet simultaneously terrifying, and it made him wonder if she was human at all. He questioned it before when they first met, but now he was convinced she was something beyond that. Marcus has met some powerful human mages in the past, but nothing like this. This was something more, and her young appearance only bolstered his conviction. And she definitely wasn't an Erusiyan; that was certain._ _Whatever knocked on the door was in for a terrible time. In a way, he felt almost sorry for what was on the other side, enemy or not. Their obliviousness to the situation was almost pathetic._ _The door eventually cried until was fully opened, and alas there was nothing to his disappointment. What was there was gone, a trickster in their midst perhaps. Or it could have been a ploy of the mind thanks to lack of sleep. _ _Now the outside world is open for display for the two of them, the orbs continuing their ascension beyond the Sovereign's front doors. It was difficult to tell from here in the dining hall, but something appeared to be off, as if the environment itself has changed. It was hard to describe this feeling without warranting its own investigation. Something or someone was attempting to draw them out in an almost teasing fashion. Whether this thing was a friend or foe was impossible to tell at this point. Marcus remained cautious regardless, despite a walking bomb residing across from him. _
> [{quoted}](name=GodOThunder90,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=00160001000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-02T21:09:42.484+0000) > > _The ferocious capacity of Syndra's dark art was finally unveiled to the unsuspecting captain. The raw power she presented was unlike anything he has ever witnessed from a single entity. The heaviness of her magics were recognized almost instantly by Marcus and he reeled back in his seat in response, nearly falling over in the process. He felt like he could be crushed by the weight of her energy at any given moment, but his innate willpower and ability allowed him to process this magic without being mentally and physically obliterated. The spectacle before him was nothing short of awesome, yet simultaneously terrifying, and it made him wonder if she was human at all. He questioned it before when they first met, but now he was convinced she was something beyond that. Marcus has met some powerful human mages in the past, but nothing like this. This was something more, and her young appearance only bolstered his conviction. And she definitely wasn't an Erusiyan; that was certain._ > > _Whatever knocked on the door was in for a terrible time. In a way, he felt almost sorry for what was on the other side, enemy or not. Their obliviousness to the situation was almost pathetic._ > > _The door eventually cried until was fully opened, and alas there was nothing to his disappointment. What was there was gone, a trickster in their midst perhaps. Or it could have been a ploy of the mind thanks to lack of sleep. _ > > _Now the outside world is open for display for the two of them, the orbs continuing their ascension beyond the Sovereign's front doors. It was difficult to tell from here in the dining hall, but something appeared to be off, as if the environment itself has changed. It was hard to describe this feeling without warranting its own investigation. Something or someone was attempting to draw them out in an almost teasing fashion. Whether this thing was a friend or foe was impossible to tell at this point. Marcus remained cautious regardless, despite a walking bomb residing across from him. _ _Syndra stared at the empty space before her with contempt. Clearly this entire charade was meant to tax her mental faculties rather than her physical or magical ones. She turned to Marcus, fed up with this nonsense._ "The only constant with any of this ludicrousness has been my proximity to _you._" _She spoke angrily._ " You speak as if everything was so clear cut and yet all I have been witness to is things I have no evidence to believe you with. All I know is that you have been in my abode, near my presence and spouting garbage the likes I could have believed you earlier about." _Her fingers crackled with energy, the sovereign clearly deciding the common factor was the person closest nearby._ "And what's to say you're not just causing all this nonsense? What's to say you're not the one directing the orbs or making all those noises or possibly getting in my head? I'm afraid you've become more of a liability than I'd care to harbor. Even if I wanted to believe you there has been absolutely nothing that has proven your words to be true." _Syndra's eyes burned with a glow of deep purple, magic arcing off of her._ "You'd best speak your last words, pretender. I hope you feel good knowing you kept me at bay for so long. Prepare to die."
Ask Kayn (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=00100000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-01-02T00:35:12.438+0000) > > "Interesting. I wasn't entirely sure if I would have been able to hear you speak and yet here you are, already jabbering away among yourselves." _She spoke, cocking her head slightly at Rhaast's words. Perhaps she simply understood the magic Rhaast used to communicate. Regardless, it was intriguing._ "As an answer to your question, It's mostly a me thing. I'd have gotten something more fitting but it would appear I have such a colossal chest that barely anything fits my poor girls very well for long." _She adjusted her chest piece, somehow appearing even more ill-fitting afterwards._ "That and I didn't think Kayn minded an eyeful of what a real woman's frames look like. I've been told Zed only recruits boys and well, more boyish girls. I wouldn't know, he's an arrogant recluse. Doesn't even read his letters." > > _Intentionally ignoring Kayn, she spoke directly to the eye on the scythe he had brandished, carefully examining how the way their bodies intertwined. As insufferable as Zed's "star pupil" was, his arcane makeup was completely unique, or.. well, as unique as she'd seen before. She'd never actually seen a Darkin and human combination before and the way their magic seemed to... fight with one another was fascinating._ > > _Kayn's magic was the standard blue, coursing through his body as a normal human's. He had normal functions for any male of his age with decent training and physical prowess, and yet once his left half was glanced upon it was almost as if a cancer had grabbed a hold of him and began strangling him. Rhaast's darkin magic was pure crimson, as if she had been staring at blood vessels, coiling around the now shriveled strings of magic that went through his arm. A good portion of Rhaast seemed to seep into Kayn's focus points but it was very evident they were almost parasitic off one another. At least magically._ > > _The boy still looked ridiculous._ > > "Have you told him to not mess with women who can rip his limbs off.... er..." _She paused._ "I do not believe I actually know what you are called. My apologies. I have not been properly informed of darkin nomenclature. A shame, too, as I've heard your exploits were rather impressive in your day and yet nobody bothered to mention anyone but that one the king of the Freljord one wielded. Aatrox, was his name? Clearly the one that should have been remembered was the ruthless one and not him." > > _Syndra continued to ignore Kayn as she spoke, only glancing at him every so often to smirk in his direction. Currently she spoke to Rhaast._ “_Must be hard_", the scythe spoke, indulging the woman in unusual, friendly conversation. His eye was narrowed, lookin at the mage with something similar to malicious amusement. “_I think Kayn doesn’t have the same problem, he just detests clothes_”. Colossal chest? Kayn’s thoughts repeated, torn between confused and even more unsettled. What was she even… what was she trying? The beautiful yet vile woman had to be up to something. A test of some sorts, a challenge defying his pride with her err..arrogance. “Master Zed is willing to accept all those who believe Ionia can be something greater than barriers and tradition!”, the boy barked in return, struggling with the faint, almost imperceptible blush. The sorceress knew how to test his discipline. “_She is not wrong, though_”. But then he felt it. Like a pang, unpleasant, a thorn in his side, incapable of being painful but undeniably bothersome. He. Was. Being. Ignored. “His name is Rhaast and he is merely a tool!” Though the mention of Aatrox made his eyes narrow. He remembered that name…, distant, mixed with Rhaast’s thought and the taunt of an unseen letter at the temple. Aatrox, a foe he shouldn’t underestimate. Kayn’s mien had changed completely. Focused, calm, strangely dangerous. “_Hush, Kayn, we’ve been over this. You are the one being used by everyone_”, the darkin replied. The words lacked the aggressivity and cruelty of his usual reactions, but being praised like that put him into good spirits. One could almost see the scythe’s rough surface shifting to make it look bigger. “_I should not be surprised that you know my brother’s name. So he escaped and possessed a king? How typical of him_”. There was a slight poison in his voice now, the subtle trace of resentment. “_Listen up, woman. I am Rhaast, the Bringer of Death, the Blade of Millennia! Countless mortals have fallen under me, lands scorched and kingdoms brought to oblivion! A simple boy won’t be enough to save you all from that!_” Kayn tossed a glare at his side, his chin lifted with elegance, blatantly condescending as he controlled his anger, ebbing like fiery a tide against his mind. “The impressive Blade of Millennia begged to be released, so I acknowledged his please in exchange for an eternity of servitude in my hands”, the boy stated smugly.
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Kayn,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-07T16:30:39.328+0000) > > Kayn tossed a glare at his side, his chin lifted with elegance, blatantly condescending as he controlled his anger, ebbing like fiery a tide against his mind. > > “The impressive Blade of Millennia begged to be released, so I acknowledged his please in exchange for an eternity of servitude in my hands”, the boy stated smugly. "Rhaast, was it? I will have to commit that to memory." _She smiled, looking upwards as if she were actually doing so. In honesty, Syndra had memorized the Darkin's name when she studied the history of Runeterra and simply used the conversation as a means for Rhaast to feel better about himself. A stroke of his ego, to put it a different way. _"I'm sure it would do me well to retain the name of a being capable of slaughtering the entire population of this world, should the situation ever arise." _Finally giving some acknowledgement to Kayn, Syndra turned slightly and gave the boy a look over. His face flushed with an attempt to speak so highly of himself, his chest almost puffed out as if he were displaying like a common bird in defiance of the slightly more noticeable scythe. They were like.. two birds of a feather, amusingly enough. The sovereign delighted in her next thought._ _Floating forwards, Syndra slowly embraced the apprentice of her despised enemy. Perhaps she could make something of this situation. Intimately pressed against him, Syndra pushed her egregiously enormous chest upon Kayn's upper half and submerged his shoulders and chest in pillowed sovereignty. Her left hand slid up his toned midsection before her fingers curled around his arm, her other hand moving up the length of Rhaast's handle to touch the base of the scythe's blade. Her eyes locked with the blade-wielder before she leaned forward, supple lips inches from his ear._ "But oh my, how brave of you, Kayn." _She spoke._ "To take hold of your destiny so firmly is so inspiring and yet you're still shackled by the constraints of your former master." _Pushing backwards, Syndra smirked and stood again in front of him and crossed her arms._ "It's a pity you never came under my tutelage, unburdened by such paltry methods of would-be 'masters of shadow'. What a unique visage that would be, Kayn -or Rhaast, whichever of you holds your body, I discriminate not- with a power unrivaled by the stars. If I dared to dream I would shed too many tears, alas." "Unfortunately, you _did_ say you were coming here to kill me in your letters, and I am deeply saddened by my inability to stave off this untimely end as I would have loved to have known you so much more intimately than the incredibly brief time I have spent chatting with you and that immensely powerful and merciless darkin Rhaast you so expertly wield." _Syndra spoke, hamming it up for possibly a bit more than she initially intended to._ "Perhaps in another life I may impart my immense and divine arcane knowledge upon you, but if I must perish in this unsightly way I suppose there is nothing I may do." _Syndra leaned backwards, dramatizing her impending 'death' and accentuating her chest._ "My last request is that upon my untimely death by your hands that you may join me in the afterlife after you and the immediate five hundred miles disintegrate upon my vast, dense magic being expelled from my corpse." "Please, make it quick."
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=00160001000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-02-16T04:10:31.260+0000) _Syndra was stumped, but she was not alone. Marcus too was bewildered by the appearance of these glowing orbs. The energies they gave off were nigh malevolent, nor were they giving off a dangerous vibe,but they felt oddly soothing? That was the best way to describe them, at least by the young captain's terms.The orbs seemed to be content in ignoring the two of them and traveling to wherever it is they are going to. _ _Marcus is someone that always had some sort of concoction of a plan brewing in his mind. It is part of his duties and responsibilities as a leader and captain, and is simply a skill that is required for someone with his position. Plans always had backups and those backups had backups as well, but nothing in his training would ever prepare him for an event such as this; being stranded on a supposed foreign world not knowing if everyone he held dear was alive or not. He would be lying to himself if he were to say that this notion was not slowly eating away at him from the inside out. The fear of the unknown. A sentient species greatest fear. _ _For once, he felt like had nothing to offer, and it was a terrible feeling not being able to comprehend what to do. An immediate idea would be to confront whatever it was that was outside, but he hated the proposition of fighting on someone else's terms, if there was anything out there at all. Maybe they could wait it out? But then again, he would loathe being responsible for whatever would happen if there turned out to be something out there after all. Quite a conundrum indeed. He eyed the noticeably irritated Sovereign, about to speak his mind. However, before one could speak, there came an action that neither one of them would have been able to possibly predict. The chambers of Syndra's abode echoed near endlessly as two distantly spaced knocks originated at her front doors.** Thump. Thump.** Another 'visitor'._ "Great." _Marcus mumbled just audibly enough for Syndra to hear._
> [{quoted}](name=GodOThunder90,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001600010000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-02-23T20:25:43.423+0000) > _For once, he felt like had nothing to offer, and it was a terrible feeling not being able to comprehend what to do. An immediate idea would be to confront whatever it was that was outside, but he hated the proposition of fighting on someone else's terms, if there was anything out there at all. Maybe they could wait it out? But then again, he would loathe being responsible for whatever would happen if there turned out to be something out there after all. Quite a conundrum indeed. He eyed the noticeably irritated Sovereign, about to speak his mind. However, before one could speak, there came an action that neither one of them would have been able to possibly predict. The chambers of Syndra's abode echoed near endlessly as two distantly spaced knocks originated at her front doors.** Thump. Thump.** Another 'visitor'._ > > "Great." _Marcus mumbled just audibly enough for Syndra to hear._ _Syndra had resigned herself to murder. It had been a very long time since she'd made any sort of decision thus, the requirements to result in such a decision having been met several hours ago. Being abruptly woken up, being harassed by foreign entities that apparently didn't operate on any sense of the arcane spectrum that she had ever become familiar with, and having to tolerate the presence of another individual that didn't seem very keen on up and leaving with all of the mess that undoubtedly began with him._ _Syndra flexed her fingers, feeling the impossibly dense magic course through her veins. At first the idea was to leave a charred corpse, but then Syndra thought deeper. Having to dispose of a body was an irritating mess, likely to result in another bout of frustration. Her fingers glowed with her natural regal hue of purple as she concentrated, ready and more than willing to immediately vaporize whatever stood in front of the door from the face of existence. Nobody in their right mind would ever visit her on her grounds, and certainly not anyone with half a mind in this time of the morning._ _Syndra felt nothing but contempt, the awesome power crackling between her fingertips ready to be unleashed upon whatever stood behind the door, whether it be one person or a million. Force of will creaked the doors open as the sovereign lifted her hands to handily remove whatever lay beyond from the fabric of the known reality._
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001600010000000000000000,timestamp=2018-01-23T23:50:31.961+0000) >_ Cold indeed._ _Despite these chains of events, it was dead quiet. One could even hear the sound of a pebble dropping on the other side of the fortress if they listened hard enough. And if Syndra's stare could talk, it would rival that of the roar of the world's mightiest of dragons, easily snuffing out the sounds any insignificant pebble would make. The small, glowing orbs continued to appear, making their journey from wherever it was they were coming from and to wherever they may be going. They seemed harmless, ignoring the both of them as if they weren't even there._ _After Marcus finished observing these spheres, he noticed Syndra's heavy-weighted stare piercing through his very being. It was ominous so say the least. After all, she did nonchalantly threaten to kill him if he did something she didn't like. A testament to her power that he was not aware of yet. Above all of this, it just made everything a bit more awkward, as if it weren't enough already. And to top it all off, she did not mutter a word. She just continued to stare, menacingly, to the point where he could physically feel it, or so he thought. At this point, Marcus was lost on what to say. Perhaps some small talk will suffice for now to hopefully **lighten** up the mood a bit until he determines what to do next._ "What do you think these things are?" _Nailed it. _
> [{quoted}](name=GodOThunder90,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=0016000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-02-01T21:25:07.948+0000) > > _Despite these chains of events, it was dead quiet. One could even hear the sound of a pebble dropping on the other side of the fortress if they listened hard enough. And if Syndra's stare could talk, it would rival that of the roar of the world's mightiest of dragons, easily snuffing out the sounds any insignificant pebble would make. The small, glowing orbs continued to appear, making their journey from wherever it was they were coming from and to wherever they may be going. They seemed harmless, ignoring the both of them as if they weren't even there._ > > _After Marcus finished observing these spheres, he noticed Syndra's heavy-weighted stare piercing through his very being. It was ominous so say the least. After all, she did nonchalantly threaten to kill him if he did something she didn't like. A testament to her power that he was not aware of yet. Above all of this, it just made everything a bit more awkward, as if it weren't enough already. And to top it all off, she did not mutter a word. She just continued to stare, menacingly, to the point where he could physically feel it, or so he thought. At this point, Marcus was lost on what to say. Perhaps some small talk will suffice for now to hopefully **lighten** up the mood a bit until he determines what to do next._ > > "What do you think these things are?" > > _Nailed it. _ "I had an idea, but it seems I'm not aware of many things I was once confident about." _Syndra spoke, rather irritated._ _She wondered if there was a sort of trick to these things. They left no discernible marks and clearly whatever they were made of wasn't what she thought they might be made of. If she were more inclined, she'd probably have just walked outside and reduced whatever was causing this atrocious morning into a crumpled up pile of whatever they were made of. That might improve her day. Maybe. It would still be more effort than she was inclined to do at the current moment. What did this Marcus want, anyways? She clearly tolerated him enough to bother not tossing him outside to the theoretical dogs. She could. Perhaps that was too much effort as well._ _Staring down at her slippers, she yawned. It had felt like months, her grogginess from this morning's proceedings having only made her more irritable as time had gone by. At the very least it would appear her fortress was intact. That she was thankful for. Perhaps whatever was happening would pass. She turned to Marcus and crossed her arms. What would happen next would likely be up to whether or not he had a plan._
: The forests surrounding the Placidium was always a comforting environment for [Tachi](https://puu.sh/yqdjG/0a9e98c4e2.pdf) who had grown up not far from here, and having raised arms to defend his homeland right here. The fog that had settled between the wood would normally induce some sort of paranoia, but to Tachi, it was almost better than home. As his steps carried him forward and he parted the fog ever so gently, Tachi would cast glances upward to the sky. There was much to learn from the individual he sought out, and more to understand. He had only heard of stories of the lady of the floating palace, of the supposed ways she had ascended all the way up in the sky. Tachi had been on a quest to find power, to become stronger, and to stand on equal footing with the champions of his little island nation should anyone dare come to disturb the peace he had fought for in the name of conquest. It wasn't long before Tachi found the floating fortress. Of course, he didn't know exactly how he'd get up there without some sort of flight ability or being carried by a creature who can fly. Stumped by this, Tachi put his travel pack down and sat on it, thinking deeply in thought as to how he would be able to set foot on that fortress. Thinking about the stories of the isolated woman in that fortress, Tachi assumed that the Sovereign can tell if there are unwanted guests near her territory, and so he began to pitch a tent. As he did, he sang a song of praise and happiness, dedicating it to the fortress and its keeper. With all her power, surely she'd recognize if one from far below her is calling up to her. Or so Tachi thought. Of course, he could also be ignored by the Sovereign, given he was insignificant. Deep down, he feared her power and strength, but at the same time, he wanted to learn from her. How did she gain that power? Would he be able to learn anything from her in his own quest?
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Garen,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001e,timestamp=2018-01-25T07:49:20.258+0000) > > The forests surrounding the Placidium was always a comforting environment for [Tachi](https://puu.sh/yqdjG/0a9e98c4e2.pdf) who had grown up not far from here, and having raised arms to defend his homeland right here. The fog that had settled between the wood would normally induce some sort of paranoia, but to Tachi, it was almost better than home. As his steps carried him forward and he parted the fog ever so gently, Tachi would cast glances upward to the sky. There was much to learn from the individual he sought out, and more to understand. He had only heard of stories of the lady of the floating palace, of the supposed ways she had ascended all the way up in the sky. Tachi had been on a quest to find power, to become stronger, and to stand on equal footing with the champions of his little island nation should anyone dare come to disturb the peace he had fought for in the name of conquest. > > It wasn't long before Tachi found the floating fortress. Of course, he didn't know exactly how he'd get up there without some sort of flight ability or being carried by a creature who can fly. Stumped by this, Tachi put his travel pack down and sat on it, thinking deeply in thought as to how he would be able to set foot on that fortress. Thinking about the stories of the isolated woman in that fortress, Tachi assumed that the Sovereign can tell if there are unwanted guests near her territory, and so he began to pitch a tent. As he did, he sang a song of praise and happiness, dedicating it to the fortress and its keeper. With all her power, surely she'd recognize if one from far below her is calling up to her. Or so Tachi thought. Of course, he could also be ignored by the Sovereign, given he was insignificant. Deep down, he feared her power and strength, but at the same time, he wanted to learn from her. How did she gain that power? Would he be able to learn anything from her in his own quest? _Syndra hadn't spoken to anyone in a while. Concerned with her own studies of the arcane, the sovereign interacted even less than she already did with the residents of Ionia. Transmutation was an incredibly complex art, being able to turn something in question into something else completely different was an almost hideous misuse of magical power. Defiance of everything sacred, or at the very least of the traditional physical kind. Syndra hadn't concerned herself with whether or not it was ethical, concerned only about what it could mean for her own sake. Had she been able to conquer this magic, surely it would be easy to win over the rest of the Ionian populace. Turning blades of grass into commodities? It took a careful understanding of every facet of the things she was messing with, including the magical properties of her studies._ _Normally visitors would gawk and pass by, Syndra able to sense them stay for a moment and then leave. She'd grown rather accustomed to it, carefully shifting where her fortress stood in the clouds every so often so as to not be stagnant. Currently, there was a presence that had been staying put for quite some time. Her usual dismissal of her guest went on for a few days before her curiosity got the better of her. A few gilded experiments had been completed, having turned a few stones to gold and other priceless gems in her quest. Despite this, she seemed to lack consistency, unable to gather why they refused to interact the same. Setting her notes down for the time being, Syndra decided to address her new visitor, opening her door to the far brighter sun than she had remembered._ _Adjusting her eyes to the egregiously irritating object in the sky, Syndra noticed the person in question. A male sat nearby, a tent pitched and quietly going about some song or what not. She floated down to the earth, standing patiently a few yards away._
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001b000000000000,timestamp=2018-01-23T23:24:54.660+0000) > Aurelion Sol gave a short laugh when Syndra mentioned Targon. "I haven't been bothered by Targon after I broke their spell. Unfortunately, I am rooted here, which is why I've been employing the Star Guardians. Part of that is making sure that everyone is as happy as they can be." Aurelion Sol looked over to the paper now floating next to his head before he plucked it out of the sky with a ginger talon. Reading over it, Aurelion Sol nodded a few times before he tucked the paper behind his crown for safekeeping. Looking back to Syndra, Aurelion Sol spoke again. "I'll have that made and sent to you sooner rather than later. Let me know if things change. I'd make it now, but I don't actually plan on staying too long. Got some other errands to tend to, like checking in on the others." Aurelion Sol looked around a bit more, seeing if he could think of anything else to say. Giving a shrug, he spoke again. "Alright. I'm out of ideas, unless you have anything specific that you want or need from me, I'll be off." With that, Aurelion Sol floated into the air a bit. He didn't so much fly as he did defy gravity for a bit. This resulted in him simply floating upwards stiffly and then stopping a short distance above the air. Aurelion Sol hung there immobile while he waited for Syndra to speak, if she spoke at all.
> [{quoted}](name=TheDraconicStar,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001b0000000000000000,timestamp=2018-01-24T22:24:55.796+0000) > > Aurelion Sol gave a short laugh when Syndra mentioned Targon. "I haven't been bothered by Targon after I broke their spell. Unfortunately, I am rooted here, which is why I've been employing the Star Guardians. Part of that is making sure that everyone is as happy as they can be." Aurelion Sol looked over to the paper now floating next to his head before he plucked it out of the sky with a ginger talon. Reading over it, Aurelion Sol nodded a few times before he tucked the paper behind his crown for safekeeping. > > Looking back to Syndra, Aurelion Sol spoke again. "I'll have that made and sent to you sooner rather than later. Let me know if things change. I'd make it now, but I don't actually plan on staying too long. Got some other errands to tend to, like checking in on the others." Aurelion Sol looked around a bit more, seeing if he could think of anything else to say. Giving a shrug, he spoke again. "Alright. I'm out of ideas, unless you have anything specific that you want or need from me, I'll be off." > > With that, Aurelion Sol floated into the air a bit. He didn't so much fly as he did defy gravity for a bit. This resulted in him simply floating upwards stiffly and then stopping a short distance above the air. Aurelion Sol hung there immobile while he waited for Syndra to speak, if she spoke at all. _Syndra was pleased to know that-_ _Oh, he was still here. Ech, really? She didn't really want to speak with him. If she didn't, though, it would have been something he'd bring up next time. Sighing, Syndra figured at the very least if there was another time she wouldn't have to put up with the celestial draconid. It wasn't normally in her nature to indulge him more than he already expected of her, but it wasn't really like she couldn't accomplish what she wanted to do another day._ "A dragon of your magic, rooted to our planet? I think you're rooted by your own fascination with humans, if you ask me." _Syndra commented, having the inkling that even without magic Aurelion would be attracted to the people that inhabited Runeterra, regardless of what he said._
: Dear Syndra, What do you think of Kyan? What’s your like and dislike about him. -your fan
> [{quoted}](name=Unexisted,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001d,timestamp=2018-01-23T23:21:10.297+0000) > > Dear Syndra, > > > What do you think of Kyan? What’s your like and dislike about him. > > > -your fan **** _Syndra stared at the letter. Kyan? Was this some sort of new person?_ _Oh, __Kayn.__ Kayn. Alright._ _Kayn, hm._ >Dear... fan? >Kayn is a misguided, albeit amusing boy. I hope he comes to his senses about how dull Zed is. >Your Eternal Sovereign, >Syndra
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=000c00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2017-10-19T05:06:49.942+0000) > > Razor was going at a slow pace so he wouldn't drop any groceries nor make people give him their glances where they would recognize his red eyes which his cloak couldn't hide. Finally catching up to his Sovereign, Razor's eyes barely saw the falling wares of the cook which he let out a heavy sigh seeing he had no choice but to use it. In a flash before the Sovereigns eyes, she would see Razor disappear for a brief second then reappear at a safe distance still balancing the groceries in his arms. What he just used wasn't that of Zed's lame living shadow nor any ninja technique. It was a technique that Razor was born with but never could understand fully. Continuing his way towards the Sovereign, he just stood there trying to balance the stuff in his arms which was proving difficult. "...Shadow step..." He muttered before his Sovereign as he was suddenly standing beside her. "I call it Shadow Step...Don't take it the wrong way though, it's not of any lame jumpy ninja art nor one I learned from someone. Instead, I was born with the ability, but never understood it..." His eyes glanced around the marketplace seeing if any person saw him use his Shadow Step which didn't seem so to his luck. Glancing at the Sovereign for a while, he just stood there with her groceries.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=000c0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000005,timestamp=2018-01-16T22:09:35.540+0000) > > "What I mean by I'm a living weapon is that I was born as a weapon yet I refuse to accept my true nature and instead strive to be something else than what I was born to do. Get it? I'm a living weapon, but a weapon that doesn't want to do what it's meant to do." He finished just looking at her back. "As I said before...I hate ninjas. They're too bouncy for my taste not to mention I hate Wuju whatever. It's just a bunch of swinging something around." "I'm not sure you've actually ever _seen_ a proper ninja, given your insistence that they _bounce._" _Syndra spoke, becoming increasingly more frustrated with this individual._ "And as much as I despise Zed and his troop of overly melodramatic assassins, him and the kinkou do not participate in theatrics more than the occasional ridiculous pose from time to time." _She stared down at the boy, clearly disregarding what he was saying about survival. He knew nothing about anything but himself. The amount of disrespect for Ionian culture and tradition, let alone for his superiors was absolutely appalling. Even carrying vegetables he displayed as if he were a peacock, prancing about with powers and words as if his chest were puffed out for some female he was attempting to impress._ "You only care about strength. You talk about weapon this and weapon that and how you have to fight and blah blah blah but not once do you bother acting like you want anything other than vengeance." _She huffed, recalling events of her own past._ "As cruel as this world may be, I'm not going to teach you anything. You clearly want to flaunt your physical status as if it were the only thing that mattered to anyone. You're all talk." _Syndra began to walk out of the square, using Force of Will to take the groceries that she had accrued over the afternoon._ "For your information, as little as I am knowledgeable about Wuju, but it is much more than swinging something around. Learn some manners before you come bothering me again, _Razor,_ or whatever name you want women drooling over."
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=0016000100000000,timestamp=2018-01-01T23:56:57.719+0000) Please tell me Syndra's wearing fluffy bunny slippers. _The presence of this magic lingered and did not waiver. It was consistent, showing no sign of dissipating anytime soon. _ "Not quite like this, but it's all part of the job I suppose." _He responded. Brows still perched up from all of this 'excitement'. _ _Marcus took note of the Sovereign's ever-growing, sluggish appearance amongst all of these events and truth be told, he began to feel a bit more sympathetic for bringing this mess upon her doorstep, and now literally inside her abode. In her shoes, or pink, heart-shaped pajamas in this case, he would have been pissed if someone crashed into his home unexpectedly in the wee hours of the morning, while minding his own business sleeping in a nice cozy bed, only to be rudely awoken by...this. She was rightfully angry and suspicious at first, but now it appears things are a tiny bit more stable. For now. It makes the captain wonder, though, how she is able to remain this calm despite the chaos that whirls about. She even looked a bit** bored**. Perhaps this was a normal thing here? Or maybe because it was about five in the morning at this point, give or take? He'll play his cards on the latter. _ _The energy was still there. He can feel it, and she most likely did as well. As Marcus took the time to consider what to do or say next, he recalled feeling a sort of 'origin point' of this new, foreign presence and if he weren't mistaken, it appeared to emanate outside of the fortress's front door. How convenient. Before he could say or do anything, it seemed this magical aura was accompanied by an entity...or two...or maybe several hundred, as golf ball sized, bluish glowing orbs seemed to slowly rise through the hard floor and up through the ceiling, clipping all physical objects as they made their way undeterred. All the while, their brightness illuminated through every crack and crevice of the fortress including any windows and the gaps between the foyer doors. Certainly a sight to behold. These orbs felt almost alive, strangely enough, as if they contained the remnants of what was once a living, breathing soul. This was more than just a detection spell that Syndra initially thought. The poor, sleepy mage. _ _Without thought, Marcus attempted to touch one of these orbs despite knowing any better and just like evrything else, the glowing ball simply passed through his hand as if it weren't there, continuing to float up into the heavens. The cosmos was just full of surprises wasn't it?_ "Not quite like this. At. All."
> [{quoted}](name=GodOThunder90,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=00160001000000000000,timestamp=2018-01-09T18:44:48.858+0000) > > "Not quite like this. At. All." _Syndra wondered what Karma was up to at this time and place. Karma was by no means her favorite person on Runeterra, heavens no, but she was someone with at the very least a respectable reputation. Unlike Zed. Zed could go rot in hell. He probably had at some point, likely being spat back up because they couldn't tolerate how impossibly uninteresting he was. Idle thoughts aside, she assumed Karma didn't have to put up with anything of such a convoluted set of events. Maybe she did. Had adventures in the spirit realm, got into fights with greater demons, what have you. Syndra could imagine having a lot of fun with Karma, assuming the... woman didn't despise her. A pity, really, Syndra was great fun._ _Well except now. Now Syndra was very much not much fun at all. Now there were bright lights and irritating globules of magic and some other garbage interstellar sciencey crap floating about her fortress and if she didn't care about collateral damage or the fact she'd likely lose a lot of her documents she'd have blasted everything in the sky from the face of the magical earth. Condensed, concentrated mass vaporization wasn't exactly her forte, as luck would have it for Marcus. Syndra made careful notice to examine these irritating spheres, however, making sure not to have any of them touch her._ _As she looked on almost expressionless at her unwanted guest, she said no words. Hopefully that would convey that she would likely never invite him over for tea. Or anything, for that matter. Cold._
rollz3 (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=0011000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-01-05T05:23:40.990+0000) > > Syndra Zeke frowned for a moment, it hadn't occurred to him that something with in the Void could be latching on to him in some shape or form. An uncomfortable feeling washed over him as previous memories of the Twins molding his mind like clay resurfaced. He thought he severed the link back when he encountered Rek'sai but doubt crossed his mind along with the regret of not finishing them off when he had the chance. He was almost certain that previous encounters had made him more resilient to such possibilities but maybe something did find a work around or in such a subtle way that it was able to slip past his notice. Regardless it disturbed him to his very core, even more so that something could be leeching off his magic. Whatever he naturally had anyway. Whether this theory was true or not is yet to be seen but it wasn't absurd enough for him to completely discount the possibility and there was no harm in learning how to protect one's self first before learning how to attack. **"There was an uncomfortable time when my mind was not my own over a decade ago."** He replied. **"Perhaps some of that link still remains and its using that to some extent. Either way, I see no harm in learning ways to combat similar attacks."** He shifted uncomfortably for a moment trying to regain his composure. Quite apparent he was unsettled that something may be trying to take control of him again. **"Where do we begin?"**
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=00110000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-01-05T06:27:59.460+0000) > > **"There was an uncomfortable time when my mind was not my own over a decade ago."** He replied. **"Perhaps some of that link still remains and its using that to some extent. Either way, I see no harm in learning ways to combat similar attacks."** He shifted uncomfortably for a moment trying to regain his composure. Quite apparent he was unsettled that something may be trying to take control of him again. **"Where do we begin?"** "Let me rephrase that." _Syndra corrected._ "When I said we, I meant it in the term that _you_ should be focused on meditation and spiritual awareness." _She groaned quietly, thinking how to avoid assuming much more responsibility. Her curiosity of void magic had gotten the best of her and now she'd given him the implication she was going to take him on as a student. It certainly wasn't in her immediate agenda to take on any more potential students._ "I suggest that you take a long walk to the libraries in Ionia and give yourself a chance to collect yourself spiritually. It's quiet evident you're unpracticed in general harmony and as opposed I am as to some of the individuals there it would be best if you made an effort to achieve some sort of understanding." _That would suffice, wouldn't it?_
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001b0000,timestamp=2018-01-02T00:51:40.799+0000) > Aurelion Sol nodded at what Syndra was saying. When she finished, he spoke again. "Good to hear. Also good. I'll see about getting you one soon. That's less than great to hear, but at least you're all playing nice." Aurelion Sol tapped a talon against his chin as he thought of anything else to ask Syndra. She seemed to be pretty well off, though Syndra could simply be lying to push through the conversation faster. It wouldn't be too unexpected of her. Syndra's request for a new uniform shirt was strange. Aurelion Sol had figured most humans would be done growing when they got old enough, but he supposed that everyone was different. He noted it down before posing a statement to Syndra. "If you want a new top I'm going to need measurements, preferably written. If you could get those to me it would be quite helpful." With that said, Aurelion Sol resumed thinking. He didn't really know what else to ask Syndra at the moment. But he figured he could try a few more broad questions and see if she opened up a bit. "Do you have anything you want that I can get you? Are you getting along with your familiar? Do you have anything that you think could be improved with the guardians as a whole?" The questions seemed broad enough. Hopefully Syndra would open up her shell a bit. It would be rather annoying if she kept so reclusive since that tended to have rather nasty effects on overall health. Being alone was nice, but it was addictive. Company was pleasant, but too much company could get overbearing. A good balance was needed, but Syndra seemed to be straying too far into reclusive. There would probably need to be efforts made to fix that.
> [{quoted}](name=TheDraconicStar,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001b00000000,timestamp=2018-01-02T12:46:15.766+0000) > > Aurelion Sol nodded at what Syndra was saying. When she finished, he spoke again. "Good to hear. Also good. I'll see about getting you one soon. That's less than great to hear, but at least you're all playing nice." Aurelion Sol tapped a talon against his chin as he thought of anything else to ask Syndra. She seemed to be pretty well off, though Syndra could simply be lying to push through the conversation faster. It wouldn't be too unexpected of her. > > Syndra's request for a new uniform shirt was strange. Aurelion Sol had figured most humans would be done growing when they got old enough, but he supposed that everyone was different. He noted it down before posing a statement to Syndra. "If you want a new top I'm going to need measurements, preferably written. If you could get those to me it would be quite helpful." > > With that said, Aurelion Sol resumed thinking. He didn't really know what else to ask Syndra at the moment. But he figured he could try a few more broad questions and see if she opened up a bit. "Do you have anything you want that I can get you? Are you getting along with your familiar? Do you have anything that you think could be improved with the guardians as a whole?" > > The questions seemed broad enough. Hopefully Syndra would open up her shell a bit. It would be rather annoying if she kept so reclusive since that tended to have rather nasty effects on overall health. Being alone was nice, but it was addictive. Company was pleasant, but too much company could get overbearing. A good balance was needed, but Syndra seemed to be straying too far into reclusive. There would probably need to be efforts made to fix that. _Apparently Aurelion was interested in staying a while today. Syndra rolled her eyes and mentally removed all the things she'd planned to do from her schedule. Even if she wanted to accomplish what she had set out to do by the time the Star Forger was through it would likely be far too late to get anything significant done. She should have done this earlier, but every so often he left without much as a peep out of her. Wishful thinking. Crossing her arms across her chest, Syndra calmed herself enough to endure more of whatever this was today. Maybe he was feeling lonely again._ "Is there something you want, Aurelion?" _Syndra asked. As much as she hated to bother with these things if she didn't at the very least attempt to speak with him about whatever was getting his goat she'd be pestered by him for another month with odd requests in an attempt to seem fatherly. Best to get it over with now._ "I do hope Targon is not concerning you again. It's like high school. Eventually everyone leaves. Sometimes it just feels like it takes forever." _While she spoke, Syndra had taken the liberty of writing down her measurements for Aurelion to take a look at, making careful consideration to have some of the numbers significantly larger than they had been before. Using Force of Will, she'd slipped the paper next to the star dragon's head so he could properly take it without her having to actually hand it over physically. Thank the stars for that power, it had helped her avoid physical contact for several years._
: *anouthor letter would arrive* " dear, lady sovereign i apologize for being so vague, i come seeking knowledge of the dark-lings and of a rare one at that, one that instead of darkcored it is pure white instead with dearest apologies, drogon"
> [{quoted}](name=Frontlinegeneral,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001c,timestamp=2018-01-02T06:27:40.286+0000) > > *anouthor letter would arrive* " dear, lady sovereign > i apologize for being so vague, i come seeking knowledge of the dark-lings and of a rare one at that, one that instead of darkcored it is pure white instead > with dearest apologies, drogon" _Syndra wasn't sure exactly what she was expecting. Perhaps common wasn't their first language. Scratching her head, she paused and thought of what exactly to respond with. She settled for more honesty._ *** >Dear... Drogon. >I'm not entirely sure what you're speaking of. I'm quite sure I've never heard of anything called a dark-ling before and if I did I wouldn't be an expert at them, least of all be able to tell whether or not rarity of their kind was even a thing. Are you sure you're not mistaking me for someone in the shadow isles? >Inquisitively, >Your Eternal Sovereign, >Syndra ***
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=000c00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2017-10-19T05:06:49.942+0000) > > Razor was going at a slow pace so he wouldn't drop any groceries nor make people give him their glances where they would recognize his red eyes which his cloak couldn't hide. Finally catching up to his Sovereign, Razor's eyes barely saw the falling wares of the cook which he let out a heavy sigh seeing he had no choice but to use it. In a flash before the Sovereigns eyes, she would see Razor disappear for a brief second then reappear at a safe distance still balancing the groceries in his arms. What he just used wasn't that of Zed's lame living shadow nor any ninja technique. It was a technique that Razor was born with but never could understand fully. Continuing his way towards the Sovereign, he just stood there trying to balance the stuff in his arms which was proving difficult. "...Shadow step..." He muttered before his Sovereign as he was suddenly standing beside her. "I call it Shadow Step...Don't take it the wrong way though, it's not of any lame jumpy ninja art nor one I learned from someone. Instead, I was born with the ability, but never understood it..." His eyes glanced around the marketplace seeing if any person saw him use his Shadow Step which didn't seem so to his luck. Glancing at the Sovereign for a while, he just stood there with her groceries.
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=000c0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000003,timestamp=2018-01-02T03:22:54.249+0000) > > Razor or "Kenshi" even got on his knees begging her for help which was a VERY VERY rare thing for him to do since he never submits to another. He was actually letting Syndra be his Sovereign. "It would seem there's an entirely separate sect I am unaware of. You're not from Ionia, are you? Armored hunters, a rival? These are very important things to mention in a position for apprenticeship and you only felt the need to inform me of them at this current moment? Your brashness is quite insulting, if you ask me. What would you have done had they arrived before now, let me handle all of your problems?" _She spoke, crossing her arms._ "I was eager to teach someone the ways of magic but you seem to be concerned with matters completely unrelated to the matter of self improvement for the sake of doing so. Quite frankly, you're far more trouble than it's worth, and I'm irritated you bothered me just so you could settle personal matters." _She huffed. The nerve of some people, to act as if she were just some tool to use and then be done with when the time was ripe. She was not just some paltry weaponsmith, she was a feared and respected Ionian figure and whether or not Ionia recognized her as such she held herself with the reverence to be recognized as one._ "You come to me as a weapon, not a teacher. Groveling will not earn my pity. You showed your true colors, you're not here for self improvement. You're here to settle a score and put yourself above the people who want you dead." _She turned away from him, using Force of Will to pull the groceries away from the boy and into her hands._ "The next time you seek out an instructor for violence, seek that scum Zed or Master Yi. They'll forge a weapon out of you, but I won't."
rollz3 (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Star Sovereign,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=00110000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-01-02T01:03:44.666+0000) > >Syndra **"I'm no where near as powerful nor am I foolish enough to summon something that large, but as you wish."** Zeke turned to a nearby tree, his remaining real eye filled with purple energy and his hands were engulfed in swirling masses of violet and darkness while he chanted in a unfamiliar language. Once enough void energy is accumulated he launched a bolt at the tree which let out a soft hiss and left a dark pit in the truck. Upon closer inspection, the hole was about as large as a apple and four inches deep in the wood before stopping abruptly. Strangely the interior was extremely smooth as if the wood were the bolt hit disappeared rather then destroyed. As for Zeke his face winced as the strange whispers filled his mind once more as they usually do when he uses his magic, sometimes he can make an odd word out from the void speech he was given but generally its garbled nonsense that makes his head ache.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=aL2qL0TH,comment-id=001100000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-01-02T02:55:31.192+0000) > > **"I'm no where near as powerful nor am I foolish enough to summon something that large, but as you wish."** Zeke turned to a nearby tree, his remaining real eye filled with purple energy and his hands were engulfed in swirling masses of violet and darkness while he chanted in a unfamiliar language. Once enough void energy is accumulated he launched a bolt at the tree which let out a soft hiss and left a dark pit in the truck. > > Upon closer inspection, the hole was about as large as a apple and four inches deep in the wood before stopping abruptly. Strangely the interior was extremely smooth as if the wood were the bolt hit disappeared rather then destroyed. > > As for Zeke his face winced as the strange whispers filled his mind once more as they usually do when he uses his magic, sometimes he can make an odd word out from the void speech he was given but generally its garbled nonsense that makes his head ache. _What a curious reaction. Syndra inspected the flow of magic in Zeke's body as he casted his.. well, what would seem to be an ordinary bolt of some arcane substance. interestingly enough his mana seemed to vanish entirely after being focused on his hand, as if when he focused his mana it wasn't even there any longer. Zeke didn't seem to actually be casting the bolt, or at least that was the impression the sovereign got when she tried to make sense of what it was._ _The bolt itself was almost violet in nature, negatively pulling at the spaces that surrounded it like a miniature black hole. Looking not too dissimilar to her magical spheres, Zeke seemed to be able to call upon something that wasn't dense, but rather almost vacuous. Upon impacting the tree it left an impression Syndra had come to the conclusion it might, causing the matter of the tree to vanish entirely as if the magic he had called forth was so volatile that it could remove it on an atomic level._ "Well, I can safely say you're not actually capable of magic at all. Or at least... not very well. If my observation is correct, when you attempt to call upon the magic you have in your body, and trust me, you do. You're not magically inept." _she paused._ "It would appear that you have someone on the other side taking your magic and spitting out what it dislikes." _She spoke. It wasn't exactly the... best of explanations, but it wasn't wholly unbelievable. She had a hunch that something was trying to worm its way through and was capable enough in teleportation magic... and seduction, to feed off of Zeke. Perhaps she was wrong, but she was going to run with it._ "What I think we might be better off doing, is teaching you about spiritual awareness, and increasing your mental and arcane defenses."
: About the Community Rules (And Implied Rules)
https://i.imgur.com/TirKw4I.png Absolutely zero reason why this is even a debate at this point. If your post has nothing to add of substance to your champion then there is zero reason it should contribute to you keeping your role as a champion. You can post in other threads, start new threads/group RPs, or you can continue to write interesting tidbits about your champion in your own thread to keep yourself occupied without resorting to completely content-less bumps. The strike system is more than lenient enough for even a forgetful person such as myself to retain their role as a champion with actual content. And the one time I did bump, should anyone try to bring that up as some sort of counterpoint, it wasn't to keep my role, and was only there to serve as a reminder that I was going to reply as soon as I could. I don't consider that post a viable post for actual content nor would I consider it a means to avoid having a strike given to me, should it have been applicable. If I had been given the final strike during the period that I had posted that then that would have been perfectly fair and I would have justly stepped down if asked because I wouldn't have been providing content. Roleplaying a champion is not your given right once you start doing it once. If you can't be bothered to provide content for individuals to show you're the optimal choice for roleplaying as a champion you don't deserve to hoard it for yourself. Others may want to roleplay that champion and regardless of their talent or yours in doing so that's only fair. In every single audition the question seems to be given about why we should pick someone over other candidates, and if we can ask that of people who are just joining us or making accounts for said champions the same question should be given to this. Why should we allow someone to provide absolutely nothing and prevent someone else from providing a fresh outlook on a champion? We shouldn't, and that's why all this debate -for what, sixteen pages so far- is completely ridiculous. Some of you are incredibly talented writers and people and I'm quite frankly disappointed with how absurd this entire thing is.
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