Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Future of the Compendium - VOTING
I voted for option 2 as well. However i am in full support of the Sub-Boards, because it does allow mroe freedom while still allowing someone to have the pride of being a primary.
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Returning from my hiatus now that the holidays are over, as soon as I return home from Virginia I will catch up
: {I've got a plan, if you wouldn't mind my potential arrival}
> [{quoted}](name=aDarkinAatrox,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=KRurOAlH,comment-id=000b,timestamp=2018-11-21T16:39:10.313+0000) > > {I've got a plan, if you wouldn't mind my potential arrival. It would be as Aatrox, however not at full power. Still in a mortal shell}
rollz3 (NA)
: From The Depths It Stirs (Closed-RP Sign-ups/OOC)
{I've got a plan, if you wouldn't mind my potential arrival}
Ask Kayn (NA)
: The Path of Shadows [Ask Kayn]
{**RHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST!**}
: Evil Lurks Around Every Corner (Ask Vayne/Open Rp)
{Vayne. you like to hunt monsters. How about you meet something extreme}
: Let's Make A Deal (Ask Tahm Kench)
{Dear tahm kench. it has been quite some time since i have messaged you, and indeed i have been quite out of sorts. Would you like to continue?}
: Headquarters of the Dauntless Vanguard (Ask Garen)
{Dear Garen, i am aware it has been some time since i messaged you. would you care to resume our impending battle?}
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
I have had an extended leave of absence due to irl events i have informed krizonar of. No one is dead and i am capable of returning. The first thing to do is... check and see if anyone i rp'd with is still around. **Snaps a Salute to Victor** I've watched you sine you first claimed him, though i was a lurker for many many years, i shall miss you my friend. If you ever want to show up in my thread as an oc, you are welcome. {On a side note, i'm bummed out xerath dissapeared}
rollz3 (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=aDarkinAatrox,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=001200000000,timestamp=2018-08-02T23:50:20.353+0000) > Despite Marcos' claims, Ozhar didn't relax. Aatrox and his followers have proven to be quite apt at finding ways to cause trouble making him have sincere doubts that they didn't have to find members that didn't wander off or get captured as evident when he and his hired guns violently evicted the first group from Zaun. **"Maybe not through physical means but magic doesn't follow the same constraints."** He bluntly pointed out. Which did little to calm Marcos' nerves seeing as he began to pace in place and clutch his arm as if in pain. **"I'm sure there is a number of reasons as to _why_ its burning you and I doubt you will like the answer."** The doctor prayed that he was wrong but had a feeling of creeping dread that Marcos' old companions were none too pleased with his treachery. Ozhar got up from his seat and walked over to the window, moving the curtain out of the way to look past the iron bars in place to see if there was anyone suspicious coming towards his home.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=0012000000000000,timestamp=2018-08-05T06:50:48.096+0000) > > Despite Marcos' claims, Ozhar didn't relax. Aatrox and his followers have proven to be quite apt at finding ways to cause trouble making him have sincere doubts that they didn't have to find members that didn't wander off or get captured as evident when he and his hired guns violently evicted the first group from Zaun. **"Maybe not through physical means but magic doesn't follow the same constraints."** He bluntly pointed out. > > Which did little to calm Marcos' nerves seeing as he began to pace in place and clutch his arm as if in pain. **"I'm sure there is a number of reasons as to _why_ its burning you and I doubt you will like the answer."** The doctor prayed that he was wrong but had a feeling of creeping dread that Marcos' old companions were none too pleased with his treachery. > > Ozhar got up from his seat and walked over to the window, moving the curtain out of the way to look past the iron bars in place to see if there was anyone suspicious coming towards his home. As old Ozhar stood and went to his window, his clockwork powered heart would almost skip a tick. There were indeed a few of the Blood Angels lurking around outside. None trully new his exact location, however there was one that stood out. He had the same markings as Marcos, and they were glowing a bright red. As his head sweeped left and right, every time it would settle upon Ozhar's abode Marcos would let out another hiss of pain. Finally, the figure pointed at Ozhar's home and began to speak. If Ozhar strained his vision to the absolute, he would notice one of the city's numerous gargoyles, twitch and move. It's wings would stretch before falling back into place quietly. There were more than the Blood Angles elite's out in force tonight, Aatrox himself was not too far from Ozhar's door. It left the old man in an interesting situation. Sacrifice Marcos for safety, or ask himself if Aatrox would be brazen enough to attack him in the upper ring, barely distant from the city of Piltover Above. The answer was a terrifying one, in regards to the attack. **Yes.**
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
I've spent al ot of time on myself, fixing things and working. I would like to give this, a third and final try, to fill the mantle of the Darkin of WAr, if you will allow me this last chance.{{sticker:sg-soraka}} {{champion:266}}
: The Shuriman Plateau - Ask Azir
{So azir, would you be interested in meeting with a fallen general of yours}
rollz3 (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=aDarkinAatrox,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=0012,timestamp=2018-06-26T06:29:06.886+0000) > Ozhar sat in stony silence as he watched the video recording, his expression never changing as it continued. The doctor had been wrong on many things in his life and in the case with the Darkin it would appear that he was wrong twice over. They were not creatures from another realm or part of a natural cycle born from the primordial ooze that once covered the land but....guardians, fallen guardians yes, but guardians that appeared to have fought against a threat on behalf of humanity none the less. Even a name before they gained the title Darkin. But he knew of no legends like that, who would know of such a story when most has been lost to the sands of time? He heard of those that may know such stories....a trip was in order....a very very long one to the south. That is if the creature's rant were held true but he has seen enough despair and anger in his time to know the difference between the real and a convincing farce. If it were the latter what was the point? Showing weakness or lack of control was unbecoming of the image he presented to his followers, meaning this was not meant to be documented and Marcos was in grave danger should the Blood Angels ever discover his treachery. But what concerned him more was the nature of the betrayal and the reasoning behind it yet it would seem the Aspects of Targon were involved in their fall from grace. Namely the one known as Pantheon and the 'Trickster' especially would appear to be a major focus of Aatrox's wrath. They likely held answers he sought but that would take time and he would likely have to make multiple ventures to get the full picture but right now he had to deal with the current issue sitting before him. ______ Ozhar tapped his fingers on the table and he observes Marcos, he had no way to remove the Blood Wings from the boy and would likely stay there until Aatrox was dealt with but Marcos did give him useful information and didn't appear to under his influence. **"I make no promises."** Ozhar began raising his hand to quell the boy. **"But what you have offered is something special, I will send a message forward to the Grand General to request you sanctuary within Noxus. Aatrox may be powerful but even he is not foolish enough to attack all of Noxus."** His eyes settled on the boy, the augmented orbs staring directly at Marcos. **"Now answer me a very important question."** He began. **"Does any of the Blood Angels know you've come here?"**
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=00120000,timestamp=2018-06-26T07:29:11.037+0000) > His eyes settled on the boy, the augmented orbs staring directly at Marcos. **"Now answer me a very important question."** He began. **"Does any of the Blood Angels know you've come here?"** Marcos shook his head no and stood up, leaving the camera on the table in front of Ozhar. "There's no way they know where I am. I left at the start of a gathering so they won't notice i'm missing for a few hours, and i took so many different paths it'd be impossible to track me. Not to mention i got lost a few times and had to ask directions... plus why would one of us ever come to you? At least after initiation." As Marcos paced the room he had a frown and a pained look in his eyes. After a minute he stops and just scratches at the marking with a hiss of pain. As Ozhar watches the wings are starting to glow slightly. "Fuck why does it BURN so much. None of the other members have to deal with this."
: > [{quoted}](name=aDarkinAatrox,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=0tE54cU8,comment-id=006a,timestamp=2018-06-10T23:47:53.944+0000) > > {dearest garen it's been a while because unfortunatly life sucks and i lsot my position, but i am once more the lord of war. shall we finally meet on the field of battle? and would you mind if i set the scene?} ((I don't mind, go get em!))
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Garen,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=0tE54cU8,comment-id=006a0000,timestamp=2018-06-23T00:07:02.475+0000) > > ((I don't mind, go get em!)) As Garen's company was upon their standard patrol, the captain might notice that the forest was oddly silent. None of the sounds of the forest were there, and these were creatures that had gotten used to him and his patrols and would sing regardless of their presence. To those with the greatest senses, there was a hint of smoke and death upon the wind. Through the still woods an ominous feeling began to weigh on the minds of those present, the sensation of wrong, of something dark and all-together evil was beginning to emanate from the woods. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a branch snapping and a soldier in Demacian armor came stumbling into the clearing with Garen's company. There was a look of wild terror in his eyes, his armor soaked in blood and it was clear he was running from whatever it was that was causing this feeling.
: The Shuriman Plateau - Ask Azir
{to my dearest and second favorite bird{rakan 1} have you read the new lore for Aatrox and the darkin?}
Ask Swain (EUW)
: Enter the Immortal bastion (ask Swain)
(Yo swain people cant message you with your discord link cause your not open to recieve messages from people you don't know. Mr and oz sent you friend requests cause the three of us nded to talk about the future(
: The Darkin of Blood and War
The boy, Marcos, gulped as Ozhar gave out one last threat. One he know he would keep, for everyone knew that doctors were the worst people to anger. They could put you back together again after almost anything... which meant they could put. you. back. together. After ANYTHING that they did to you. Singed was feared for this reason after all. As Marcos was lead inside, he couldn't help but stare in surprise at all the books. "I've never seen so many books in one place... well... intact one's at the least..." Shaking his head and sitting at the table, he reversed the footage, and showed Ozhar what he had seen. The footage begins in an underground path, a trail of green revealing that normally the sumps sewage liens would be gushing through the cavern, but today, for now, it would seem to be empty. The sound of metal on rock and distant screaming, an unearthly hollow sound. It is a familiar sound to Ozhar, that of a Darkin screaming and lost in their own rage. A noise he had heard from Rhaast, but never, from the one he knew to lurk within. The camera was shakey and there was clear hesitation, before the boy crept forward, slowly down the tunnel. When he finalyl came into the room, Aatrox was in a cavern, a Cavern that only barely contained him in his true full form. He towered up to the ceiling, his blade had grown with him the heart on it pulsing and beating into the fair. A scream of rage, as he dragged a jagged clawed hand across his own chest tearing flesh and pouring blood everywhere. "**"[This cursed form... This crude decaying flesh! I loathe it!](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/leagueoflegends/images/3/32/Aatrox_338.ogg/revision/latest?cb=20180612213036) [How far I have fallen! A god... reduced to a prisoner!"](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/leagueoflegends/images/4/42/Aatrox_380.ogg/revision/latest?cb=20180612213250). Aatrox stared at the bloody hand, the chunks of rotten flesh hanging in his claws and a dark monstrous growl tore from his throat. "Even free from this cursed blade, I am trapped in a new cage, of rotted, fettid flesh... [but this foul shape reminds me of my purpose.](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/leagueoflegends/images/a/aa/Aatrox_299.ogg/revision/latest?cb=20180612212835)..." Aatrox grew silent and began to pace, the wound closing. There was a statue, dozens of them in truth, all immaculately carved, each of a different unknown entity, though if one knew what the Aspects of Targon looked like, you would know that they all resembled Pantheon. His hand twitched and he screamed and lunged at the statue, tearing it to pieces, sword cleaving through over 2 dozen feet of stone, as if through butter or flesh. ["Where I was excellence, I am deformed... Recast poorly with these crude materials. But this abomination of flesh well serves my murderous intent."](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/leagueoflegends/images/8/82/Aatrox_463.ogg/revision/latest?cb=20180612213732) He spun and swung, and in the dust there was a magic in the air. The boy grabbed at his head and fell to his knees, and the camera picked up on a choked whimper, a muttered prayer and begging that it can't be real, to make the visions stop. "We used to be beautifull Rhaast... We used to be guardians remember? The sun on our backs, the cheers of thousands as we saved them... [We had another name once... Now, we are Darkin.](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/leagueoflegends/images/1/17/Aatrox_412.ogg/revision/latest?cb=20180612213457) But i.. I remember. I remember what i was. What **THEY DID TO ME!** We were guardians but now... I was[ once in noble battle, I screamed against the silence. I stood as light against the darkness... now](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/leagueoflegends/images/f/fb/Aatrox_481.ogg/revision/latest?cb=20180612213822)... now [I am but an unholy copy of life... A mockery of its freedom... And born in the cruel betrayal of the noble ideals I would've served."](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/leagueoflegends/images/8/83/Aatrox_498.ogg/revision/latest?cb=20180612213856) The footage was silent for a while, and then the dust shifted. Aatrox stood and pulled his blade to the ready as he growled with hate. "[Patience, Aatrox! Patience! Your freedom will come!](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/leagueoflegends/images/8/8e/Aatrox_416.ogg/revision/latest?cb=20180612213500) And until then [I march to battle... Let me carve flesh, let me cloak myself in the slaughter! Hide me in their carnage... Hide me from this suffering..."](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/leagueoflegends/images/d/d3/Aatrox_342.ogg/revision/latest?cb=20180612213105) It was silent for minutes as Aatrox was still, if he were human one would assume him to be weeping but this was not the case. Finally, he took a step towards one of the statues. "I will find you, Trickster. I will find the ones who betrayed me and locked me away. I will kill them. Those who apose me... [Let me tear their flesh from them. Let me break their souls... And murder their dreams.](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/leagueoflegends/images/1/17/Aatrox_315.ogg/revision/latest?cb=20180612212933) [I shall take their limbs. I will reap their beloved! I will tear from their consciousness, the will to live. Yes, this is my purpose.](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/leagueoflegends/images/d/db/Aatrox_438.ogg/revision/latest?cb=20180612213604)" The spilt blood pooled in the floor and Aatrox slowly staggered towards it. His form shrank in size as he did, and when he stepped into it the well crystalized. The sound of liquid approaching could be heard on the camera and the boy began a desperate scramble. Aatrox had formed a barrier to block this cave's entrance, and with his rest it had gone away. The footage shows the boy running, running until he finally turns off the recording software. ------------------------------------ Marcos, during the recording had grabbed at his eyes where his Blood Wings were, at the moment Marcos in the recording was begging for the visions to cease, so to did the real Marcos grab at his head, though this time Ozhar would note that the blood had a faint glow to it as if active. When the recording plays out the rest of the way, Marcos would slowly lower his hands from his face. "Y-you see.. p-please.. this has to be something, enough to get me out of Zaun. I have no friends, no family it's just me. Please i can't stay here they'll tear my mind to pieces... turn me into another body for him."
rollz3 (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=aDarkinAatrox,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=0011,timestamp=2018-06-26T04:55:50.316+0000) > Ozhar knew well of the Blood Angels, many months ago when their damned leader Aatrox graced Zaun with his presence and brought many of the desperate and dying into his fold before the doctor and his own group quelled their numbers. But the Darkin was not one to take such a brazen insult lightly, taking vengeance upon Ozhar's place of work while he was away. A unseen wound that threatens to break his resolve to this day. Regardless, Aatrox has been laying low it seems and his followers content to stay out of his district for now and cared not for the actions of these misguided acolytes as they appeared to show no sign of harming the general populace with his focus mainly pertaining to the Darkin themselves. Should that ever change ,even for a moment, the doctor's wrath would be swift and without mercy. As were the customs of **war**. But as fate would have it, one of their number dare venture forth to break this unspoken agreement they had made. The door opened slightly as a single, glowing, orange eye peered out from the darkness. A whirring sound was heard for a moment as the doctor studied the young man before the door closed and a series of clicks and clacks were heard before the door flung open revealing the doctor standing there, blade in hand and eyes filled with pure, undiluted hate. **"What possibly could you tell me after what your master has done?"** Ozhar hissed as he extended his blade towards the boy. **"Say your piece _Blood Angel_ and make it quick before my anger circumvents my patience."**
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=00110000,timestamp=2018-06-26T05:15:27.673+0000) > But as fate would have it, one of their number dare venture forth to break this unspoken agreement they had made. The door opened slightly as a single, glowing, orange eye peered out from the darkness. A whirring sound was heard for a moment as the doctor studied the young man before the door closed and a series of clicks and clacks were heard before the door flung open revealing the doctor standing there, blade in hand and eyes filled with pure, undiluted hate. > **"What possibly could you tell me after what your master has done?"** Ozhar hissed as he extended his blade towards the boy. **"Say your piece _Blood Angel_ and make it quick before my anger circumvents my patience."** The boy gulped in fear and drew the parcel out. It was a video camera, an image of Aatrox, wings fully expanded with his blade embedded deep into a stone statue. "P-please i know you have no reason to believe me, b-b-but i'm not one of them! H-his blood, it's tainted it breaks your mind. I, I felt it try to burrow into me b-but i resisted and i've just pretended and done what those other thoughts are b-b-but he went m-missing and no one was concerned at all they acted like it was perfectly normal s-so i tried to find him and i did and and... i recorded it. He's a monster. Your the only one in the city who opposes him so.. i came here... Please they will never take me back after this, he'll kill me if he found out i knew... what i overheard..." The boys eyes were wide with fear, there was a terror in there that struck at his very soul. A fear so powerful, that he ran from his so called allies straight to the den of his enemy in hopes of sanctuary and safety. Fleeing a den of wolves to hide with tigers as it were. "Y-you want information. I have it. In this camera. I'll g-give it to you but you have to hide me. Y-you have friends in Noxus right? Get me out of here."
: The Darkin of Blood and War
It had been many weeks, and many months since Aatrox had first set foot in Zaun. The effects were noticable, at least, in the sump. Many had painted wings, under clothes or on little statues. Whispers of a god sent to protect them, much like Janna protects from The Gray, spread across the sump. It was not unusual to hear one asking about the painted angels, many actively seeking out members and asking for escorts. The Blood Angels, they called themselves, were unique among protection services. They wore their wings with pride, and they __never__ demanded payment. Those seeking the power to protect, to defend, or in many cases simply to fight back were taken to an unknown location for initiation. Some did not survive, a sad truth but the vast majority did. All of which who survive spoke of an Angelic God, fallen from grace to descend to their world in their aid. Terrifying, powerful, mighty. Their numbers had spread, easily 500 or more but not so numerous to be in the multi-thousands. They faught. They protected. Any who would subjugate another was quickly torn down, even if it was a member of the Blood Angels. It is one such member we see now, rushing through the sump to the higher levels, taking lifts and elevators, whatever is neccesary. They held wings on their face, covering their eyes like bloody tears. The figure was a small boy, no older than 15 who sprinted as fast as the crowds allowed, ducking weaving, all the while protecting a parcel in his arms. He ran, as fast as legs would carry him, a terror in his eyes making many wonder if perhaps the howler was out and active. Heading up to the Bridgewaltz, [the green haired youth](https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/386133525419786255/461031432899395585/d727f863f9a017390b089f98073e1c2e--hot-anime-anime-guys.png) ran to the manor he knew to be correct. Ducking past a few individuals, he lifted his fist and began to pound at the door. "Dr.Ozhar! Please! I know you have no reason to trust me, but I **NEED** to speak with you!"
: The Darkin of Blood and War
{zoe it's taking me a bit to figure out how i want to portray aatrox going forward, but i promise you i am thinking of some stuff. Stuff involving sealing you inside a toothpick and giving you to a space dfragon so you know what it feels like.}
: The Darkin of Blood and War
**ATTENTION EVERYONE WHO LOVES AATROX! With the recent lore dump, i am being given no choice. I... am Darkin, a fallen ascended of Shurima. I will be RECREATING a page and i ask that all previosu interactions with me, be scratched.** -------------------------- Edit. After giving it some thought, and some stern talking to by my buddy rollz, i will not be redoing Aatrox entirely. I will hwoever, be doing a new lore section in his top. I have some flexibility in my how i do this, so i am going to work on coming up with a reason why Aatrox is the way he is now.
: The Grand Manor of House Laurent [Ask Fiora - The Grand Duelist]
{shit wrong account so sorry, would you mind deleting the other one} A letter, stained in blood would appear amongst the pile of letters. It held the smell of Zaun upon it, and there was a crest of a set of strange looking wings. The wings at first glance appeared to be almost heavenly but extended looks would reveal a more sinister tone to them. Opening it would reveal a rather sporadic letter, written at first by someone who it would appear does not even know HOW to. A brief bit down the page, the red ink would become a lot more organized, and legible. "Fiora Laurent, mistress of the blade. My master is a swordsmen as well... an undefeated swordsmen who has slain many opponents, but spares those who pose as an actual challenge. We have overheard him, recently, lamenting about the fact that none in Zaun are capable of crossing blades with him and surviving. Though we were not expressly ordered to, he does desire a challenge and we wonder if you would even be capable of surviving against him, much less proving yourself as a worthy adversary. You've slain many foes in the past, tis true, but you have never faught a warrior like our lord. He is war itself. We await your reply, Daughter of Insert Fiora's Father here because i can't find it in lore. Sincerely, The House of War and Blood
TwiliZoe (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=aDarkinAatrox,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=000d0000,timestamp=2018-06-21T11:39:22.354+0000) > > Absolutley. Ill be free later today so, if youd like we can definitely rp) ((Neato! Anything specific you want to go with? This is mostly based off Aatrox's new quotes.))
> [{quoted}](name=TwiliZoe,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=000d00000000,timestamp=2018-06-21T19:33:08.088+0000) > > ((Neato! Anything specific you want to go with? This is mostly based off Aatrox's new quotes.)) {{I'm down with anything, although currently i have Aatrox wandering the plains, as he is in the middle of deciding where to go next. The way i am going to portray Aatrox going forward is while he is calm he is going to be similar to his original form. When he gets pissed he'll be more like his new form, and uh, Zoe's gonna piss him off an extreme amount. Given his new lore, Aatrox's power level has been placed on a level that would allow him to actually hurt Zoe if she's not carefull so plz be safe lol. Granted, that would require him to actually land the hit but still.}
TwiliZoe (NA)
: ((Hello! I want to apology for things before! Are you active or no?))
> [{quoted}](name=TwiliZoe,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=000d,timestamp=2018-06-19T02:08:47.462+0000) > > ((Hello! I want to apology for things before! Are you active or no?)) Absolutley. Ill be free later today so, if youd like we can definitely rp)
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
Anyone out there want to have some fun with the strongest champion in league
Krizonar (NA)
: Champion Auditions - Pyke, Judge Selection
The ripper has killed a lot of people, so have i. lets see what his stories come up with.
: Headquarters of the Dauntless Vanguard (Ask Garen)
{dearest garen it's been a while because unfortunatly life sucks and i lsot my position, but i am once more the lord of war. shall we finally meet on the field of battle? and would you mind if i set the scene?}
: Let's Make A Deal (Ask Tahm Kench)
An interesting, fascinating subject blood. It was mainly comprised of water for one, and it served as an incredibly potent magical conductor for many rituals. In vast quantities it could be used to do many things, or offered as sacrifice. Aatrox was acutely aware of this, and so, he set out fora simple task. A week he spent, through the borders of Noxus. A week he hunted, ravaged, and slew all number of bandits, low lives, thugs, and even the good and just once the easy prey ran out. A week he worked, all the while keeping a singular gold coin in his hand. The final body, the 300th death, Aatrox let their blood pour from his blade into a deep pit. He had found it, and dug it deeper, deep enough to contain the blood he offered in payment, and now he filled it. 300 lives, the essence of 300 souls trapped within their own blood by his will went screaming into the pit, and once it was full he tossed the coin into the pit. He spoke aloud, calling for the demon of greed in the ancient tongue of Valoran, a thousand years prior to before the fall of Shurima, to the Age of the Darkin. He expected the demon to come, for he knew what it feasted on. And he had many more souls trapped within his blade for payment. And if what he wanted was to pricey? He could get more. He could **ALWAYS** get more.
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
The Darkin of War rises again. You can find me on my old thread, which i will update.
Kameil (NA)
: The Ask Champion Compendium
It's been 2 weeks since both Ornn and Aatrox were made available. May i resume? I've since moved out of the, admittedly abusive household that i was staying in, and things have gotten a lot better for me. I will put notice ahead of time, mt new job has me work monday to friday but i always have weekends off, so that will be when Ornn and Aatrox make posts, if i am permitted to reclaim my pages.
: Heartlights and Heartseeker [Ask Varus]
{yo, varus, wanted to give you a heads up i've returned, same person, and i responded incase notifications arn't working}
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=000600000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-04T19:54:15.096+0000) > > ((Do you want to talk ooc'ly about it or do you mean jumping in ic? Sorry if I'm stupid but I'm not sure what you mean.)) {Given that Aatrox has a permanent connection to his blood, i was planning on speaking telepathically to both of you. If you look at my thread i mention everything i do is one timeline, with the obvious exception for champions going under different owners. But yes, i was planning on jumping in IC since your now in possession of My blood.}
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=0006000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000b,timestamp=2018-03-04T22:43:16.345+0000) > Letting out a suck through his teeth one of displeasure Swain addressed Aatrox. "Honeyed words barely masking the lies behind them. You have been imprisoned once, your kind all but destroyed. You think your kind has the power to rule? You would drive humanity towards destruction with your foolishness. Only a united world under _one_ empire can resist the coming darkness. What you speak of is little more than slavery. Tools for your warmongering ways." > > "You compare us but fail to notice I fight for humanity and its continued survival; you fight for a race that is forgotten, dead. Your inability to move on from the past has weakened you and left you a shell of what you may once have been. You are not my equal, merely an echo of the past that will be silenced and removed." > > Looking at Ozhar, he spoke. "This has been an enlightening conversation, but I believe there is nothing more to be gained from this. Shall we sever this nuisance and set the plan in motion doctor? A dark chuckle filled their minds, as Aatrox withdrew his consciousness slowly. As he departed he gave some last words towards Swain. "**The mistake that you make, is assuming your heirs will be willing to continue your work. I do not age, I can not die. And if you ask my dear old partner Ozhar, I've already begun on my task. As it stands, humanity will fall to the void once they escape, and i have no interest in defeat. Delay me... fight me... I am immortal, thanks to your Targonian Aspects. I will win in the end, and you can't stop it. But perhaps your right.**" As Aatrox's presence vanished, the image of his utopia crumbled, humans simply being abominations and hunted down by others. "**Perhaps my plan, is not possible. We shall find out, in the end, which of us is correct. When the Wolf howls and the Lamb sings, call upon me. I will grant you eternity.**"
: If It Draws Breath... It Meets Us... (Ask Kindred)
{Dear lamb, i see you've met my brother. Would you be interested in some interactions between Aatrox and the Kindred? Given that Aatrox has been active for several centuries, and everytime he/rhaast kills someone they absorb the soul and trap them, i'd imagine the Kindred are not a fan of this ' Emboldened Thief'}
: Headquarters of the Dauntless Vanguard (Ask Garen)
{Hmm. Seems people have forgotten about our favorite demacian. Would you care to lock blades?}
: Let Me Guide You. (Soraka, the Starchild)
{dearest Soraka, how would you like to say hello to an old warrior?}
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=000600000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-04T19:54:15.096+0000) > > ((Do you want to talk ooc'ly about it or do you mean jumping in ic? Sorry if I'm stupid but I'm not sure what you mean.)) {Given that Aatrox has a permanent connection to his blood, i was planning on speaking telepathically to both of you. If you look at my thread i mention everything i do is one timeline, with the obvious exception for champions going under different owners. But yes, i was planning on jumping in IC since your now in possession of My blood.}
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=00060000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000008,timestamp=2018-03-04T21:32:06.239+0000) > > Swain noted the presence but didn't comment on it having documented it in his thoughts for later. His attempts at 'conversation' were brushed aside as he answered. "I have already seen visions of the future. " He stated confidently but surprisingly the grand general did not stop. "What is one more vision of death and destruction? Show me and I will tell you why that future will not come to pass." > > Swain looked almost disappointed as he watched the doctor 'squirm'. "Do not let this paltry attempt at magic overcome you child of Zaun. He is a wolf with no teeth." Swain AND Ozhar would be gifted an image, an image from Aatrox's mind. A vision, of the far future. Humanity united, every human served together under one banner... the darkin banner. Aatrox, mastering his technique and transforming humans into Darkin to preserve his race. Binding darkin souls to weapons to make them physically immortal and nigh unkillable. A twisted utopia, where runeterra had no wars, no strife. Research and advancement heavily encouraged among the humans, and all watched over by the new Darkin race. Humanity, protected, guarded, similar to pets. Humanity, enslaved by the Darkin. Humanity, surviving as a race forever and through the Darkin conquering everything before them. Humans, willingly embracing the gift of the Darkin to shed their mortal shells. Mortals becoming Darkin by embracing the transformation and gift, to protect family. A society, blended flawlessly. Humans as the scientists, the craftsmen, the creators. Darkin as the warriors, the soldier,s the rulers. An empire that spanned the universe, that spanned across dimensions. It is a world where humanity has nothing to fear, nothing to suffer. It is a world where humanity has their illusion of freedom. It is, a vision. After the image would end, Aatrox would speak once more to the room. "**I have taken many efforts... I will not die, or be destroyed. I have no desire, for the death of humanity. I wish only, for our kind to conquer all. You call yourself the Grand General, I was the leader of my people. Lead them to near victory, before an assassin's blade trapped me, and my people faltered. Tell me, Grand General, are our goals not aligned? We both seek for humanity to unite, we both seek to conquer all there is, we both seek the guaranteed survival of our race. We are very similar, Jericho Swain.**"
rollz3 (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=aDarkinAatrox,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=000b00000000,timestamp=2018-03-04T21:04:57.686+0000) > > Aatrox It was close, painfully so as his heart burned more then ever. It had been here for a lot longer then he'd anticipated, this alarm was only furthered as the blood crawled up the side of the vial to join the rest of the painting, glowing just as brilliantly as the art before it. The gargoyles themselves didn't have any clear sign of being tampered with but still none shared the Darkin's iconic appearance. At first he thought it was just a bunch of discarded artwork that the local saw fit to worship as some sort of god, perhaps tainted with the blood of the Darkin. That was until he checked the blood once more and saw it clinging to the bottom of the rubber stopper, making him look up. There he was, lacking the unholy red glow from when he first saw him but there was no mistaking it. That was Aatrox , The Darkin of War. Anger, fury, hated crossed the doctor's face all at once. Why was it here!?! What purpose did it have!?! **"Aatrox!"** He called out to it. **"What is your purpose in being here!?"**
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=000b000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-04T21:20:13.545+0000) > > It was close, painfully so as his heart burned more then ever. It had been here for a lot longer then he'd anticipated, this alarm was only furthered as the blood crawled up the side of the vial to join the rest of the painting, glowing just as brilliantly as the art before it. The gargoyles themselves didn't have any clear sign of being tampered with but still none shared the Darkin's iconic appearance. > > At first he thought it was just a bunch of discarded artwork that the local saw fit to worship as some sort of god, perhaps tainted with the blood of the Darkin. That was until he checked the blood once more and saw it clinging to the bottom of the rubber stopper, making him look up. > > There he was, lacking the unholy red glow from when he first saw him but there was no mistaking it. That was Aatrox , The Darkin of War. Anger, fury, hated crossed the doctor's face all at once. Why was it here!?! What purpose did it have!?! **"Aatrox!"** He called out to it. **"What is your purpose in being here!?"** Aatrox's eyes opened slowly then, and as they did his glow returned. Silently he dropped, the barest sound occurring despite plated feet hitting stone ground. His presence only intensified as his glow returned and finally, Aatrox stood at his full height. He looked at Ozhar, with a face similar to curiosity. "What is my purpose in being here?" Aatrox chuckled and held out his arms, slowly rotating in a circle. "**Is it not obvious, Ozhar of Zaun, my _Ally_, I am here because of you. You told me of your home, told me it's location, and of course i would come. What i have found, is a place of desperation. Of strife, and death, of an endless civil war that hasn't yet become what it is meant to. I have found monsters slaughtering dozens of what you call criminals, i have seen chem barons and what they are doing. They are the strong, and your people. The people you HEALS, are the weak. What am i doing? I am freeing your city. I could tell it, from our connection. From what i have seen when i tracked you. You wish for Zaun to be healed don't you? I am doing so. You must cut out infection for the body to heal.**" Aatrox's blade floated beside him, and from the alleyways nearly 40 people in total, covered in the glowing wings came out, each looking at Ozhar. A few spoke up, calling him a kind doctor, some mentioned his alliance with Warwick, and finalyl the young girl stepped forth. "He makes us strong... it's just like chemtech augmentations, but magic and permanent. And his won't kills us over time, it just makes us stronger."
rollz3 (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=aDarkinAatrox,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=000b,timestamp=2018-03-04T20:16:31.140+0000) > > Aatrox _**'What have you been up to Darkin?'**_ Ozhar thought to himself as he followed the mutated girl through the twists and turns wondering why the child called something as vile as a Darkin an 'angel' of all things. He did his best to keep up with her but more then once he had to slow his pace to avoid getting wedged in between the narrow alley ways. The presence of Aatrox was nearly nauseating as he saw the bland looking wings painted on the walls glow with a fiery iridescence the showed the finer details laid within the artwork, with the glamour it also did look angel like. A clever ploy to make those under its will see it as a righteous force and ironically the criminals its followers killed saw the truth behind the farce. Warwick would surely have known this is going on but then again he couldn't be everywhere at once and just how far its territory expanded was still vastly unknown. Regardless he would get to the bottom of this one way or another.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=000b0000,timestamp=2018-03-04T20:44:06.031+0000) > > _**'What have you been up to Darkin?'**_ Ozhar thought to himself as he followed the mutated girl through the twists and turns wondering why the child called something as vile as a Darkin an 'angel' of all things. He did his best to keep up with her but more then once he had to slow his pace to avoid getting wedged in between the narrow alley ways. > > The presence of Aatrox was nearly nauseating as he saw the bland looking wings painted on the walls glow with a fiery iridescence the showed the finer details laid within the artwork, with the glamour it also did look angel like. A clever ploy to make those under its will see it as a righteous force and ironically the criminals its followers killed saw the truth behind the farce. > > Warwick would surely have known this is going on but then again he couldn't be everywhere at once and just how far its territory expanded was still vastly unknown. Regardless he would get to the bottom of this one way or another. The girl lead him deeper into the sump, an area where the rivers ran green and the stench of chemicals were potent. She beckoned him to come, and then spun around a corner. When Ozhar finally made it to where she was, she would be gone entirely. An empty alleyway filled with gargoyles and an image of Aatrox's wings and sword glowing against a dead end wall. The image glowed fiercely, with the sword in the center and the wings wrapped around it, and depending on how close Ozhar got, the blood in his hand would be almost attempting to leave the vial to go to this drawing. Aatrox's presence was suffocating, in a way that made it feel as if he was right there, but all around there were only gargoyles, dead ends and turns and chemicals. Depending on how hard and long Ozhar looked, he would eventually find Aatrox above him, kneeling on a bit of rock and looking for all the world like a unique gargoyle. Not an once of his glow was present, he was completely hidden.
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=000600000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-04T19:54:15.096+0000) > > ((Do you want to talk ooc'ly about it or do you mean jumping in ic? Sorry if I'm stupid but I'm not sure what you mean.)) {Given that Aatrox has a permanent connection to his blood, i was planning on speaking telepathically to both of you. If you look at my thread i mention everything i do is one timeline, with the obvious exception for champions going under different owners. But yes, i was planning on jumping in IC since your now in possession of My blood.}
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=00060000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000005,timestamp=2018-03-04T20:42:05.503+0000) > > Swain closed his eyes, not in concentration but rather in acceptance as he quietly stated. "I was hoping for more time, let us welcome our guest." Looking at Beatrice, he nodded upwards making her fly over to his shoulder seating herself on it. > > To Aatrox, Beatrice's presence would be muddy, nearly mute. It was apparent she was not a natural creature, just by going by her use of some form of protection to block his influence. Swain's mind was not as protected, but any information the darkin attempted to pry was met by Swain's own will feeding him protocol, rules, mundane memories. Everything that was not sensitive to Noxus's inner workings or secrets. > > Looking at Ozhar, he comforted him in a way. "Do not fear doctor." Without pause, he addressed the fourth presence in the room. "Jericho Swain grand general of Noxus. Your sudden presence in this matter implies you are Aatrox. If you seek your blood it is no longer his to return; it is mine by right." Aatrox's mental presence swirled through the room, though it did not try to pry things from Swain. Rather, Aatrox's mental presence simply brought with it two presences. That of a mortals, guarded entirely by Aatrox and the feeling of an endless battlefield, littered with the bodies of the fallen and hundreds of thousands of weapons. Aatrox's presence weighed on Ozhar heavily, in a way that would make his chest feel as if his heart was ready to seize. "** It twas not his to provide, but I will honor this new possession.**" Silence descended, Aatrox's presence not gone, but being silent. "**Jericho Swain... a general... no, Grand General. Leader of my brothers sworn enemy... You and I have similar goals, from what I have learned by following Ozhar. Tell me... Grand General... would you like to see my vision?**"
: The Grand Duelist... Fiora of House Laurent (Ask Fiora)
A letter, glowing red with a seal upon it would appear before Fiora, be it in her room, her bath, or even her training lounge. It bore the feeling of magic and blood, of War and Death. It could be opened by none, but the Grande Duelist herself. The seal was crusted blood, in the pattern of a pair of demonic wings. _To Fiora Laurent, slayer of many and The Grand Duelist, i send thee an invitation. Your name echo's with blood, and your blade sings to me. I am a warrior, of some renown and legend, many liken me to be War itself. I invite thee, to a challenge. Outside Demacia in the badlands, we shall battle if you accept. There is no need to go to the death, however i will expect you to give it your all. It has been decades since my blade has faught a worthy warrior. To accept, simply prick thy thumb and bleed upon my parchment. Do so with a time and place, away from other towns in mind, and it will inform me. Sincerely, War._ The parchment is stamped with the same demonic wings, and a tear drop of blood.
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=000600000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-04T19:54:15.096+0000) > > ((Do you want to talk ooc'ly about it or do you mean jumping in ic? Sorry if I'm stupid but I'm not sure what you mean.)) {Given that Aatrox has a permanent connection to his blood, i was planning on speaking telepathically to both of you. If you look at my thread i mention everything i do is one timeline, with the obvious exception for champions going under different owners. But yes, i was planning on jumping in IC since your now in possession of My blood.}
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ) > [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ) As they talked, a foreign presence was felt. Aged and timeless, an ocean of blood pressed on their minds, as a voice faint and distant echo'd in the minds of Ozhar, Swain, and whoever else swain was connected to. The vial of Aatrox's blood glowed in it's pouch, vibrating and heated. "**My mark has been exchanged, my gaze widens. Tell me, who now has claim to my gift, my blessing."**
: The Darkin of Blood and War
As Ozhar ventured into The Sump, he would find a few alleyways, each painted with these wings. Activity was somewhat higher than normal, and several people seemed to be enjoying the change of pace. People left their homes at night occasionally, in hopes of finding their Winged Angel. Still, as Ozhar presented the wing it felt as if the air itself froze. The blood glowed, and in response 5 people in the area light up like an Ionian fireworks display. The wings they had painted glew and Aatrox's presence smothered the area. Whispers broke out, and the normal civilians quickly bolted out of the area. A small girl, likely only 13 with the wings painted on both arms was the one to step forth. "If you'd like to find him... and you have that, then you can only be on his side. Come, i'll take you to the angel." Her words said, the small girl turned and began to run, expecting Ozhar to follow. He skin was a strange shade of purple, and her hair and nails were abnormally long, mutations from the chemicals in the Sump. The run would of taken nearly twenty minutes, twisting side paths with the girl only pausing occasionally to ensure he didn't fall behind. As Ozhar ran, the blood would vibrate intensely and previously hidden patterns of wings would make themselves known. Aatrox had been busy, and had staked out his territory.
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=000600000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-04T19:54:15.096+0000) > > ((Do you want to talk ooc'ly about it or do you mean jumping in ic? Sorry if I'm stupid but I'm not sure what you mean.)) {Given that Aatrox has a permanent connection to his blood, i was planning on speaking telepathically to both of you. If you look at my thread i mention everything i do is one timeline, with the obvious exception for champions going under different owners. But yes, i was planning on jumping in IC since your now in possession of My blood.}
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=00060000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-04T20:03:04.405+0000) > > ((That's 100% okay with me, in fact, I find the idea thrilling. You can jump in after I make my response to Ozhar. Or later your choice.)))) {{WONDERFULL! As well, given swains unique nature, i would be willing to show you what Aatrox's vision of the future is}}
Ask Swain (EUW)
: > [{quoted}](name=aDarkinAatrox,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=00060000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-04T19:51:41.852+0000) > > [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=000600000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-04T19:13:21.470+0000) > > > {My dearest companions, would you mind if i but my head in here? Talked this over with Rollz but i'd like to know if your alright with it Swain. SIncerely, the aatrox player} ((Do you want to talk ooc'ly about it or do you mean jumping in ic? Sorry if I'm stupid but I'm not sure what you mean.))
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=000600000000000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-04T19:54:15.096+0000) > > ((Do you want to talk ooc'ly about it or do you mean jumping in ic? Sorry if I'm stupid but I'm not sure what you mean.)) {Given that Aatrox has a permanent connection to his blood, i was planning on speaking telepathically to both of you. If you look at my thread i mention everything i do is one timeline, with the obvious exception for champions going under different owners. But yes, i was planning on jumping in IC since your now in possession of My blood.}
rollz3 (NA)
: > [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=000600000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-04T19:13:21.470+0000) > > Swain Ozhar nodded as he let Swain take the vial of Aatrox's blood, the general most likely had ways to defend himself in such an event ever came to pass. **"Results will come and if anything is found you'll be the first to know."** He took the brief time to go over the dossiers of the squads Swain offered to him, many were more then sufficient but what drew his attention was the one that held a particularly high amount of those with strong mental resistance. They may not be the best Noxus had to offer but even the most brilliant researcher would be useless to him if they were compromised by the Darkin's aura, as such he left that one on the table as he piled the rest to signify his choice. What the general said next confused Ozhar for moment. Who wanted to show him something? The bird Beatrice caught his attention as it lightly pecked his hand making him look down at the strange bird. He tilted his head unsure what to expect from looking into the six eyes of the ever odd bird before him.
> [{quoted}](name=rollz3,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=0006000000000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-04T19:37:00.347+0000) [{quoted}](name=Ask Swain,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=1YWHwrVQ,comment-id=000600000000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2018-03-04T19:13:21.470+0000) {My dearest companions, would you mind if i but my head in here? Talked this over with Rollz but i'd like to know if your alright with it Swain. SIncerely, the aatrox player}
: > Dear winged guy, > > Ever heard of clothes? You're practically naked in battle! > J _**There would be a small smiley mask drawing under the name**_
> [{quoted}](name=HyperZEROXL,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=0009,timestamp=2018-03-02T02:33:52.767+0000) > > _**There would be a small smiley mask drawing under the name**_ For mister J, when he would awaken there would be a message scrawled in blood on the ground next to him. "What you call naked, is armored. My skin is similar to that of plate armor, so i have no need for mortal armor when i'm already wearing stronger. Would you like to try it?"
: > [{quoted}](name=aDarkinAatrox,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=00070000,timestamp=2018-02-06T07:54:06.372+0000) > > Close to the forests of piltover, a group of humans were marching through the woods. They each carried a familiar energy, a familiar presence. It had been long time, long back during the time of war. Aatrox was one of the first generals to be sealed, so it would make sense that his presence, his aura had faded from Varus' memory. Each of these humans though... they each bore his energy. His mark, his presence. It was like each of those humans were smothered in Darkin Energy. The group was moving through the woods, and they had what looked to be two humans, caught in a net. These two, did not bear the darkin's energy. > > If Varus followed them, it would take nearly thirty minutes before they would come to a War Camp in a clearing. Nearly thirty humans all covered with the Darkin's energy rushing about, sharpening weapons. In the center, stood Aatrox himself, barking out orders, orders which the humans followed instantly. Two of them, were heavilly mutated, their skin green and covered in bulging muscle, bits of metal strapped to their bodies. Their veins were visibly red, and the Darkin's energy permeated them most of all. Aatrox's sword hovered beside him, floating and covered in a veil of red energy, a feeling of an ocean of blood. > > As Varus approached, if he approached, Aatrox would lift his hand and call out. His sword would float to his hand and he would turn, pointing to Varus' hidden location, and would call out in the darkin tongue. > > **"Reveal yourself, I can feel your presence."** Varus followed the humans, embroiled in emotions he didn't quite grasp before they were gone. It was Aatrox. But it was Aatrox's aura smothering human auras. Were they controlled? Tainted? How? **Definitely a monster,** the recoiling Valmar felt was almost a gift for Varus. His horror and disgust, at the sight of those humans... he could appreciate how the sight of inhuman things affected the human soul. -- Eventually, the humans smothered in darkin energy came to a war camp thrumming with more, more, and more of the same. Everywhere seemed painted in the stench -- no, not stench -- everywhere in the camp seemed painted and soaked in the energy of darkin. Not quite pure, but... among it all, standing in its midst as a warrior of old... Aatrox? **The monster itself,** Valmar said derisively. **More of them. Gods have mercy.** Varus almost hissed at Valmar in disgust. How dare he speak ill of one of the great generals, back from obscurity. History would not forget him a second time, surely. _It never did,_ Kai cut in. He was always the more academic of the Slayers. _History only forgot he was one of your kind._ **Called it a god. It's nothing more than a monster,** Valmar groused. Varus ignored them. Both of them. He drew closer to the clearing. Not close enough to be seen... but if the aura of the other darkin wasn't overbearing, Varus felt sure his presence would be felt. Had already been felt. If anything, Aatrox knew he was nearby, long before Varus was sure he'd found the legendary darkin general. And then Aatrox called out to him. Varus was ashamed the moment he realized that he struggled to understand the meaning. But it flooded back. The cadence of his mother tongue was a relief to hear. He almost smiled. He didn't smile. Varus straightened from his crouch, head tilted slightly, and drew forward from the shadows of the trees, closer to Aatrox's camp. His minions. His planning and scheming. What was it all? Varus resisted the urge to look around, now that he could see the camp more clearly, and kept a steady, luminous gaze on Aatrox. He tasted the words before speaking them, testing his mind and prodding his memories to be sure of the cadence, the syllables, the stresses. He almost managed to say the words, but pressed his lips closed, instead. Instead of speaking, he waited to be spoken to, directly. But the word was achingly unspoken. Brother. Another darkin. A true and pureblood darkin. _Brother_. The sentiment was actually laughable. **Monster,** Valmar managed to echo, again. He bolstered himself, as if straightening his spine to stand tall and soldierly. **A monster, just like you. And making more monsters! You'll taint Runeterra. They should have wiped you out, not imprisoned you--** Varus snarled and turned his head to the side, hissing at Valmar. "They couldn't kill me. Why should they even dream of killing a being older, stronger, and infinitely more capable?" _You idolize him,_ Kai noted. And weren't they all talkative? Varus wanted their silence, so that he could look on his brother and be greeted _as_ a brother. Two darkin. Awake, pure, and peerless. _You put him on a pedestal. But you should be careful,_ Kai said, careful and logical. _No one can stand up to scrutiny after being so idolized and idealized..._ "Shut up," Varus growled. Interlopers. Vermin.
> [{quoted}](name=HeartseekerVarus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=000700000000,timestamp=2018-02-06T08:20:11.868+0000) > > **Monster,** Valmar managed to echo, again. He bolstered himself, as if straightening his spine to stand tall and soldierly. **A monster, just like you. And making more monsters! You'll taint Runeterra. They should have wiped you out, not imprisoned you--** > > Varus snarled and turned his head to the side, hissing at Valmar. "They couldn't kill me. Why should they even dream of killing a being older, stronger, and infinitely more capable?" > > _You idolize him,_ Kai noted. > > And weren't they all talkative? Varus wanted their silence, so that he could look on his brother and be greeted _as_ a brother. Two darkin. Awake, pure, and peerless. > > _You put him on a pedestal. But you should be careful,_ Kai said, careful and logical. _No one can stand up to scrutiny after being so idolized and idealized..._ > > "Shut up," Varus growled. > > Interlopers. Vermin. Aatrox gazed at Varus intensely. His eyes glowed with power, his blade gripped tight as his form lit up. The smell of blood drenched the area as he slowly walked towards Varus. His eyes saw Varus' movements, his attempts at hiding. His reluctance to speak in their tongue, the snarl and jerking of his head and the mumbled human word. Aatrox's vision took in all. The presence of his blade shifted slightly, becoming something... different. Still undeniably Aatrox, but with the slightest twist to it. The entirety of the camp stilled, a tenseness washing over the area, and only the sound of plate hitting ground was left as Aatrox approached his fellow Darkin. He stood in-front of Varus at last, gazing down at him thanks to their height difference. Then, he extended a hand, glowing purple with soul magic to Varus. An invitation, of camaraderie, of mental power, a simple but clear message. The magic resonated with an Aura, and the look in Aatrox's eyes would of made one thing clear to Varus, a singular question that needed to be asked. Who is in control. {I'd like to apologize. I have been going through a rough patch in life, and in all honesty i was clsoe to giving up and just withdrawing from the internet in its entirety. Nearly quit lol, discord, everything. I understand i've made you wait a long time, and i hope you can forgive me.}
: Being so... close to the presence of another darkin was fearsome. Being so close to a darkin who had nothing to hold him back, no human intermingling to push at his consciousness, was terrifying. Varus assured the human souls that Aatrox would be untainted, inhuman. He fed their fears and delighted in the pull of their emotions. Negative emotion wasn't a thing to hold him back. Aatrox. _Aatrox!_ A darkin name. Not a man with a sword, a god of chaos and war. Varus could almost taste the pure darkin blood, the closer he got. It felt as though this would be the time. This would be the place where their paths finally cross. So many failures had preceded this (and much bloodshed, in the meanwhile), it was heartening to think that the elusive darkin -- released so much sooner than Varus himself had been -- might be near at hand. A brother in arms. Perhaps a brother who could help him subdue the wretched humans clamoring around his skull. _He might not be here,_ one said. **Monster,** that was Valmar's mantra, of recent. He didn't seem to realize that Varus didn't care. Why not a monster? _We should leave._ "We? There is only I," Varus muttered to himself. Even he could feel the falsity of it, though. Gods. The humans, when unified and righteous, could overpower him, still. They could take his soul's place at the forefront and govern the perfect body he'd crafted for himself. Much good it would do him, lovers trapped in a single body, lovers unable to hold each other. Lovers. Strange and human concept, that. **You waste your breath, Kai.** Breath. Funny. Neither breathed within Varus' head. Varus breathed, through nose or mouth. Varus was at the helm. And Varus was _so close_ to finding one of his own. _We should leave. You hunger, you thirst... we all perish if this body fails us._ Leave it to the ever-balanced Kai to be sensible. Varus scoffed and ignored him. He could go another day with none of the creature needs or comforts the humans asked of him. A day or more. Though, he'd found the hard way that going too long ignoring the needs of his mortal form was a dangerous game that ended in disaster. **It's been days. The same thing, over and over. Do you expect something different? He won't be here, either.** Valmar was the truly irritating one, sometimes, even if his anger and hatred was easier to guide. Varus would find Aatrox, these meaningless humans be damned. The humans prattled on. But Varus... he could feel something. It was closer and it was darkin. The archer-mage paused and meditated briefly on the feeling, pressing into it with his consciousness and almost _praying_ that this time it would be him. Aatrox. A pureblood darkin brother-in-arms. If Varus was a monster to the heartlight pair, what would Aatrox be? -- ((OOC: Hello! I'm just toeing my way out into the RP world, here, and figured I'd offer and yay-or-nay starter to you. If this doesn't strike your fancy or tickle your Muse, feel free to gloss over it, as I can try again at a later date, I'm sure. Thank you for taking the time to read, either way. ((And also, a hello! I'm the new Varus RPer, after he was dropped by the previous. I'm fascinated by the idea of a self-contained RP world [unless I read that bit wrong] and I'm interested in your interpretation of Aatrox. The best, and thank you again for reading. If I've misstepped anywhere, feel free to point it out!))
> [{quoted}](name=HeartseekerVarus,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=0007,timestamp=2018-02-06T07:00:14.762+0000) > > Being so... close to the presence of another darkin was fearsome. > > Being so close to a darkin who had nothing to hold him back, no human intermingling to push at his consciousness, was terrifying. > > Varus assured the human souls that Aatrox would be untainted, inhuman. He fed their fears and delighted in the pull of their emotions. Negative emotion wasn't a thing to hold him back. > The humans prattled on. But Varus... he could feel something. It was closer and it was darkin. The archer-mage paused and meditated briefly on the feeling, pressing into it with his consciousness and almost _praying_ that this time it would be him. Aatrox. A pureblood darkin brother-in-arms. > > If Varus was a monster to the heartlight pair, what would Aatrox be? Close to the forests of piltover, a group of humans were marching through the woods. They each carried a familiar energy, a familiar presence. It had been long time, long back during the time of war. Aatrox was one of the first generals to be sealed, so it would make sense that his presence, his aura had faded from Varus' memory. Each of these humans though... they each bore his energy. His mark, his presence. It was like each of those humans were smothered in Darkin Energy. The group was moving through the woods, and they had what looked to be two humans, caught in a net. These two, did not bear the darkin's energy. If Varus followed them, it would take nearly thirty minutes before they would come to a War Camp in a clearing. Nearly thirty humans all covered with the Darkin's energy rushing about, sharpening weapons. In the center, stood Aatrox himself, barking out orders, orders which the humans followed instantly. Two of them, were heavilly mutated, their skin green and covered in bulging muscle, bits of metal strapped to their bodies. Their veins were visibly red, and the Darkin's energy permeated them most of all. Aatrox's sword hovered beside him, floating and covered in a veil of red energy, a feeling of an ocean of blood. As Varus approached, if he approached, Aatrox would lift his hand and call out. His sword would float to his hand and he would turn, pointing to Varus' hidden location, and would call out in the darkin tongue. **"Reveal yourself, I can feel your presence."**
: [Collin the wandering elementalist ](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WQD2Syl34x-Lvo3SOhjPPa412kN6pd-RIXdj8gZl5k8/edit?usp=sharing) has been searching for another darkin for that past week or so for questions about his sword, belloxin. partially to ask if it was broken, but more just to know more about it. through his searching, through everyone from demacia to the bilgewater he found a method involving him writing a letter in blood, and burning it. the yordle, without a second thought took belloxin and slit his hand, and wrote a letter to the darkin. "dear atarox, i humbly request your audience, as i am sitting on an ancient weapon which may or may not be of the same kind as you. his... her? name is Belloxin, and i must learn more about her. sincerely, Collin Aireirt. and do make haste. i have things to do..." he proceeded to burn the letter in his hand with the use of his magics and began to live his life some more. Belloxin said in a voice only he could hear "thanks, it really does mean alot!" "whatever. this dude seems neat anyways..." the yordle responded, seemingly to himself. ((you still replying on this post?))
> [{quoted}](name=Kittenking13,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=0006,timestamp=2018-01-02T09:07:19.071+0000) > > [Collin the wandering elementalist ](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WQD2Syl34x-Lvo3SOhjPPa412kN6pd-RIXdj8gZl5k8/edit?usp=sharing) has been searching for another darkin for that past week or so for questions about his sword, belloxin. partially to ask if it was broken, but more just to know more about it. through his searching, through everyone from demacia to the bilgewater he found a method involving him writing a letter in blood, and burning it. the yordle, without a second thought took belloxin and slit his hand, and wrote a letter to the darkin. "dear atarox, i humbly request your audience, as i am sitting on an ancient weapon which may or may not be of the same kind as you. his... her? name is Belloxin, and i must learn more about her. sincerely, Collin Aireirt. and do make haste. i have things to do..." he proceeded to burn the letter in his hand with the use of his magics and began to live his life some more. Belloxin said in a voice only he could hear "thanks, it really does mean alot!" "whatever. this dude seems neat anyways..." the yordle responded, seemingly to himself. > > ((you still replying on this post?)) {GREETIGNS FRIEND! I lost my passwword to this account and i apologize. I've looked over your charecter and i'm interested but i have a few concerns. Namely: Your charecter history still references the Institute of War fro mthe old lore. If you would like, i could rp as if that was still a thing in which case you could simply go find aatrox in the institutes training hall.}
: > [{quoted}](name=aDarkinAatrox,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=0004000000000000000000000000000000000001,timestamp=2017-12-19T17:04:50.888+0000) > Calming down, for now, the arrow of retribution sat down in silence, arms crossed like a petulant child in response to his brother's chuckle. He gave a short glance at the dead spy before staring out across Zaun. "Good work, but nobody uses my bow except for my sister and me." Still, he had to admit Aatrox had helped him and deserved to wield the awesome power of his bow, for now. "... I guess I can make an exception for you, Aatrox. But don't tell this to Rhaast if he's still alive, he would love nothing more than to play with my bow as a child's plaything." Taking his bow, Varus responded with a sigh to his brother's gloomy mood; things hadn't changed that much in all these centuries. "Always talk, talk with you, brother. At least Rhaast understands that words mean little, only bloodshed means something. But, I will listen to what you have to say." Turning around to look at Aatrox a small smile was on his lips as he uttered the words. "Then, we will destroy this filthy city together and ensure I have ultimate control of this body. It will be a glorious bloodbath the likes that have never been seen before!" After a short pause, he added with some thought behind it. "You will of course share in my glory brother. How about we plant our flag..." The darkin pointed at a tall building in the distance. "There, on top of a pile of the dead, we slaughter on the way!_ Yes..._" Varus seemed to realize he was getting off track as he paused again saying apologetically. "Right, you were saying...?"
> [{quoted}](name=Ask Vaarus,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=Ug6d0EE4,comment-id=00040000000000000000000000000000000000010000,timestamp=2017-12-19T22:23:00.135+0000) After a short pause, he added with some thought behind it. "You will of course share in my glory brother. How about we plant our flag..." The darkin pointed at a tall building in the distance. "There, on top of a pile of the dead, we slaughter on the way!_ Yes..._" Varus seemed to realize he was getting off track as he paused again saying apologetically. "Right, you were saying...?" Aatrox stared at Varus for a moment. Then a few more. The silence stretched and became rather awkward before he sighed and shook his head at the younger's dramatics. Gripping his sword he looked Varus in the eye and spoke, with all the authority the lead general of the darkin had, " We will not be pursuing war against humanity. Not now, not for several centuries at minimum." Pausing for a moment, Aatrox let the weight of his words sink in. "We lost Varus. **I** lost, and we had an army of our kind. We numbered in the hundreds, and now we have 3, perhaps 5 of us purebloods remaining. Furthermore, we CANNOT leave. I don't know how to create the gates that we used to come from home, none of us do between you Rhaast, myself and our.. missing sister that you claim is still alive. The humans closed the gateway home, we're trapped." Taking a moment Aatrox pinned Varus with his gaze. If it came down to a fight, Aatrox had significantly more power stored up, as well as complete synergy with his hosts and his creations in the bunker below. "Revenge will be ours yes, but not that way. At our full strength we failed, so we will go at this another way. I am capable of corrupting the race of men, slowly twisting them into hybrids. I am working on perfecting that power, it's why i am here. If you wish to try and slaughter every human you find, i won't stop you. But I also won't be capable of saving you when they inevitably come to seal you again. And what of the Aspects, of the celestial city of Targon? Do you trully believe that the 4 of us would be capable of beating them all? And even if we did, we'd be trapped on a barren planet and we would starve." He shakes his head as if dismissing the thought. "It is best we build up our power, harvest souls for a few centuries, and keep mankind at war with eachother so they cannot grow strong. Rhaast will be easy to convince, but i want your bow on my side brother."
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