: > [{quoted}](name=Scout Razz,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=0001000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-03-02T19:03:43.557+0000) > The Shadow acolytes were not used nor were they taught to fight something like Razz. The fights between the Order and the vastaya were common those days, but this was another kind of magical creature entirely. Zed had forgotten how fighting a yordle actually was. Small, quick, although this one was not as quick as Kennen was. For a moment, he remembered one of those afternoons in the training yard, he and Shen trying to no avail to catch their small teacher. The memory brought a sour expression to his face, hidden under the mask, and he brushed it aside. This was no time for the past. Focusing on the fight he saw that, unsurprisingly, the yordle had a starting advantage against his warriors. Her first attack hit the mark, and the ninja found himself drawing his blades to the air as he received a slash to the leg one second after. No sound of protest came out from him as he turned around, seeking his opponent with a determination of iron. His blade found her blade, the yordle having read his intentions. The other acolyte did not remain still, and he drew his weapon, piercing the air in a straight line towards Razz. However, his attack did not reach hid target, as he quickly leaped to the side when the gun was pointed at him, deciding to stay on the defense. He twirled the polearm in an expert flourish, taking on a guarding stance afterwards, with the weapon held vertically in front of him. The other ninja took a couple of steps to the side, paying no mind to his bleeding leg. Both warriors sought to trap the yordle between them but leaving enough room for them to react in case they needed. They were cautious. They might have never fought a yordle before, but they would learn. That was what Zed always taught them: to read, to analyse, to adapt. No matter the tools or the methods required. The one with the polearm was the first to strike this time, pointing his weapon down so he had room to redirect it in case Razz decided to jump or leap to the side. His partner drew his blades and waited for the yordle's reaction, following her with his weapons soon after.
> [{quoted}](name=ABladeInTheDark,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=00010000000000000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-03-23T08:08:13.973+0000) >((Gaaah, sorry this took so long.)) _Razz was not an experienced fighter, but she'd trained herself vigorously during times with her dad in the old workshop he owned, back in Bandle City... This was her first real fight. Panic would've struck her, if she was not reminded by the Shadow Acolyte's reaction, reminded of something that her dad told her: "If the enemy expects an attack, you should not make it if you yourself can see a way to counter." The young yordle could see they both expected her to continue her attack as she did before, as any good fighter would, looking to poke and slash at her when they had distance, and her to react by falling into their two versus one strategy. Razz would not fall for this. Still grounded, Razz knew their quick steps would outpace her whilst she was down there... Under normal scenarios, and if they were still unharmed. She quickly responded to the thrust of the pole-arm by sliding past it with ease with a twist of her body, followed by a short slide forwards beneath the blade without issue. However, this meant that she was beneath the man, which usually would call for her to attack him. But it's likely if she wasted time, the other guard would slash her to bits trying to exploit the time she'd wasted paying no attention._ _Swiftly as she could, Razz slung her sword straight into the air, it spiraling past and above the guards, hopefully not contacting the guards whilst she threw it. It was not intended to hit, but if the guard was doing what she thought he was, it's very likely he'd have to avoid being slashed by the loose blade. The fuzzy girl's continued magical glow had reached a point where it was hard to even make out the markings as clear photos, green glare making it hard to focus on them for too long. With that, Razz only had her gun in-hands. She shot a round, aiming square at the leg of the dual-swordsman. She knew this'd leave her open to attack, and she'd spent little time doing much more than treading even close to the legs of the spear user. She was so close he could practically swing a kick, and boot her sky-high as her blade is._ _Razz seemed out of position, not making a single move... But she finally reacted a mere split second after the round was fired, Razz spun around at tremendous speed, launching the heel of her boot straight into the kneecap of the spear-man. The strike was unusual, and forced Razz to be stuck in the position she was for a while... But boy did the strike hurt. It felt as if a great warrior wielding a maul had just swung full-force into the knee of this warrior, severing even the toughest of bones. The glow from Razz clearly had something to do with it, as her strike had left a blur of green when she'd struck. Whether or not the warrior could keep his balance was entirely up to how tough he was. Whether or not the dual bladed opponent had gotten around to being able to strike at Razz yet, was always a possibility._
: > [{quoted}](name=Scout Razz,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=00010000000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-31T17:56:46.187+0000) >//nghgnghg I'm so sorry this took forever Zed watched with a mix of curiosity, expectation and weariness. The yordle didn't seem at all troubled with his request, drawing her weapon with a nonchalant air around her, as if she was about to perform a trifle task. All yordles he had met were the same. The tools he used thought, was strange. More mechanical tan magical at the Master of Shadow's eyes. Perhaps a manufacture from Piltover or Zaun? It certainly wasn't Ionian. He had never seen something quite it before. It might be that it was a yordle tool, in which case it would make it something very special. The weapon was followed by another, a large gun. The acolytes watched it with a disgruntled look. Fire weapons were not something they were used to fight against, even though Zed made sure to prepare his warriors to face all kind of situations. The Master of Shadows almost told her to choose only one weapon but for his own experience, a fighter showed his best results with the tools he was used to handle. Seeing as their Master said nothing, the ninja got ready for combat; one drawing a polearm, the other a pair of short blades. Long and close range. "You should not underestimate the shadow warriors, yordle", Zed warned, stepping aside to leave them space. Arms crossed over his chest, he was to be the judge and jury of that test. "Do as you please. Their fate is sealed in their performance". He had confidence in his acolytes to not get killed by that cheerful creature, but still his worlds sounded a bit threatening.
> [{quoted}](name=ABladeInTheDark,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=000100000000000000000000,timestamp=2019-02-21T11:48:25.569+0000) _Whilst Razz was experienced, this situation was certainly a new scenario. Shadow acolytes were no joke, but she'd seen how Zed can handle much worse than a pair of students in his own magical schooling. Kicking her bag aside, and removing her scouting jacket without an issue, she readied herself for combat. Her outfit was seemingly baggy pants, and nothing more than a singlet now. Unprotected, and armed with gun and blade, she was ready to fight!_ "Alright, hope yer boys ain't no pushover." _As if without warning, Razz moved as fast as she could towards the ninja with the short blades. If the ninja blinked, he'd never catch a glimpse of her before her blade swing cut through his leg. Razz was quick as she could be, trying to pull the blade back after the strike, ready to deflect any retaliation. She still held her gun within her off-hand, ready to use that on the other ninja when he let down his guard. The spearman would need to react quickly, as she moved with the blade in-hand, so too did the gun aim right at him._ _Whilst Razz was small, it was clear she did not have much in the way of guarding herself from heavier blows, and the attacks she made may very well not be enough to make these men flinch, let alone fall. If the attack missed, she'd likely be stuck on the defensive. An observation to be made would be the green highlights in her grey fur starting to glow, resembling markings of a kind, as if runes were glued to her very fuzz. Not that they were, but they looked damn-well close to runes._
: > [{quoted}](name=Scout Razz,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=TlVfFZo5,comment-id=000400000000,timestamp=2018-12-07T10:26:35.511+0000) > > _Swirling around to face the opposite direction of the wanderer, still unsure of where she was, and still not spotting him at such a distance... The words startled her, but she could understand them. Unusual, she didn't expect people here spoke a language she did..._ > _The yordle, now spun around almost instantly, seeing the man with a hand upon his hilt._ "Oh, hey!" _She replied. To his friendly meeting, eyeing his blade after a short meeting of eye contact._ "Yeah, but it's not as cool as that sword!" _She also excitedly proclaimed. She dropped her glaive to the ground, allowing the smaller edge on the bottom of the pole-arm hit the ground, and, as if trying to show off, smacked the side of the blade with a flick of her wrist, loosening it from the end of it's mounting._ > "I got one too, but it's not as cool." _And like that, the Glaive's large blade fell into her hand, a handle beneath it's rather... familiar looking guard protecting the yordle's fuzzy paw. As she held it out in front of her, she didn't point it at Yasuo, but did know for a fact the cutlass was surely a suspicious sign, now being shown to detach from her pole-arm. The weapon did resemble Ionian craftsmanship, but was much closer to a dark greyish black, with highlights of silver along the edge than the regular silver of ionian steel._ > "Hey, what's yer name anyway? Mine's Kara!" _The hyper energetic yordle replied._ "O-Oh, and while you're at it, can you tell me what land this is? I'm kinda lost." The Wanderer had been quite surprised at the positive response from the Yordle woman that stood before him. The friendliness wasn’t all too uncommon, especially for natives of the land. Though the thought that had been jungle in Yasuo’s head had been if she was a native of Ionia- the weapon told multiple stories at once, with the color of the blade to it’s design and multi-part options. Then again, someone who would just show all of that off… The possibility of her being hostile seemed fairly low. For a moment, the wildly bubbly personality she seemed to show off managed to crack his stern, analytical stare. Looking back down to the hilt he gripped, he gave a small sigh before moving back to his feet and shifting over to the Yordle. This time, his hand was only occupied by the canteen. “I wouldn’t say that, seems like your spear can do a lot of things.” Taking a swig from the canteen and letting the strength ride down his chest, the Samurai would give a slight nod to her. “You’re in Central Ionia, the mana river. My name is… Yasuo. From Ionia myself. Nice to meet you, Kara.” Scratching his head for a moment before placing the canteen back into it’s usual spot, he seemed more than a bit confused himself as her situation. “Lost? Well we’re more similar than you may think… Where’d you come from? Maybe that can help you track exactly where you’re heading towards.”
> [{quoted}](name=Šorye ge ton,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=TlVfFZo5,comment-id=0004000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-15T23:52:17.297+0000) > > The Wanderer had been quite surprised at the positive response from the Yordle woman that stood before him. The friendliness wasn’t all too uncommon, especially for natives of the land. Though the thought that had been jungle in Yasuo’s head had been if she was a native of Ionia- the weapon told multiple stories at once, with the color of the blade to it’s design and multi-part options. Then again, someone who would just show all of that off… The possibility of her being hostile seemed fairly low. > > For a moment, the wildly bubbly personality she seemed to show off managed to crack his stern, analytical stare. Looking back down to the hilt he gripped, he gave a small sigh before moving back to his feet and shifting over to the Yordle. This time, his hand was only occupied by the canteen. “I wouldn’t say that, seems like your spear can do a lot of things.” > > Taking a swig from the canteen and letting the strength ride down his chest, the Samurai would give a slight nod to her. “You’re in Central Ionia, the mana river. My name is… Yasuo. From Ionia myself. Nice to meet you, Kara.” > > Scratching his head for a moment before placing the canteen back into it’s usual spot, he seemed more than a bit confused himself as her situation. “Lost? Well we’re more similar than you may think… Where’d you come from? Maybe that can help you track exactly where you’re heading towards.” "My weapon's not that impressive... not like I've had the chance to try it out though. It's been a while since something's attacked me. But thank you, Yasuo!" _Kara replied with a delightful grin._ "Mana river? Sounds magical... Ionia..." "Ah, Ionia!... Wish I knew what was attached to that name. It's on the tip of my tongue, but..." _Kara ran a hand beneath her fuzzy chin shortly after re-assembling her weapon._ "I only remember a few places... Not by that name, though. There's the land of desert and plains, Noxus... Demacia, quite a similar case with a severe lack of deserts, and a few forests! I remember the trees made me feel weaker there..." _Whether or not the wanderer realized, Kara was remembering all this slowly. She'd lost her memories from a past event, of which not even she could tell you._ "And... A warm and fuzzy place. Comfy. I feel like that's where I'm meant to go, but I can't remember where it is." _She shifted her view back to Yasuo's canteen._ "Hey, is that alcohol?" _Kara asked, her nose twitching at the scent flowing from it as he sipped._ "Sake... right?" _As if a sudden shift in the wind hit her, she shivered and blinked a few times._ "I remember now! Ionia, it's where I met those strange animal humans!" _Seeming excited, Kara started observing the terrain around her, starting to see familiar landmarks._ "I remember a lot... I'm not sounding crazy, am I?" _Kara quickly realized she must've seemed rather strange to the man... But she quickly recovered herself, by telling him why she was so excited to remember everything. Shortly after a sigh, she said it blunt and clear._ "I... Don't remember anything. Who I was, where I came from, what happened to lose all my memories. I guess I'll just... have to remember, bit by bit. Sorry." _Kara eventually calmed down, looking back to the wanderer._ "Any idea where I can get a bite to eat, actually? That's where I'd need to go right now!" _She replied, her blissfully happy smile returning._
: > [{quoted}](name=Scout Razz,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=000100000000,timestamp=2018-11-28T10:08:50.750+0000) >//Got it. Show what you've got, fuzzy friend. A yordle. Of all the visitors they could have had, Zed never expected one of the small kind. He knew yordles had a deeper connection with magic that only vastaya could match, and most of them would have run away from that corrupted place. Not this one, it seemed. She looked confident in her attitude and words, apparently unfazed by the Master of Shadows' infamous presence. The guards remained at their posts, but they shared a disconcerted look when Razz confessed so bluntly her desire to learn shadow magic. Zed's gaze narrowed behind his mask. "You go straight to the point". He said, with a rather approving tone. He liked her honesty, as he had grown used to boring formalities and sweetened lies. It was refreshing once in a while. "However, it is bold of you to assume that I teach my techniques to the first one who ask". That was not how things worked. It was the Order who chose the acolytes, not the other way around. There were requirements, traits that the Master of Shadows sought in the warriors he wished to train. And he wouldn't waste time in discovering if this little yordle had them in her or not. "You want to learn the secret Shadow form. Prove that you are worthy of it". He made a gesture with his head, and with that silent command, the two guards pointed their polearms to her in unison. No matter that she was a yordle or not; as long as she had the drive and the combat capabilities, Zed would consider her as a valid candidate. If not, she would end up in the same place where they sent all the unwanted visitors, feeding the Shadows where the sun never shone.
> [{quoted}](name=ABladeInTheDark,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=0001000000000000,timestamp=2018-12-20T22:38:42.586+0000) > ((Short post, but Happy New Year regardless! I'll come back and reply a much lengthier post when I've got more time! And know if you want these two guards to survive my little yordle here.~)) _"Prove you are worthy," the words echoed in Razz's head. Did he mean to kill these two guards? Well, that was easy enough. She quickly unzipped a pocket on the massive bag, hiding behind it for the time being. She seemed to dig deep, and a loud clanging and a solid CLUNK was heard from behind it. Something dropping out of the bag, at least it seemed._ "Gimme a sec. Need my weapon..." _Razz murmured, a series of rather quiet clicks happening following the initial clangs. Then, a mechanical clicking... and the sound of a blade sliding from the floor. A few more clunks, and surely enough, she had a large, straight sword... Large for her size, and the handle seemed to fit best in one hand. It stood nearly as tall as her... But with an adjustment to her glinting goggles resting upon her head, and now pulling them over her eyes, Razz put the sword down, and grabbed another device from the large bag: A rifle made from wood and black steel, no different to the sword's colors. The rifle had the basics, a trigger beneath the hammer, and behind that, a stock. No grip, and it's lengthy barrel sat nearly as long as the sword. It was clearly decorated with swirls of silver along it's otherwise brown wooden body, like swell in the ocean, or perhaps crashing waves along the beach... It was a unique looker, for sure. Razz truly does bring everything except the kitchen sink..._ _And within the few seconds this all took to occur, Razz had quickly prepared for combat! The dark green lenses of her goggles keeping her before seen bright eyes hidden, she stared at Zed for a moment._ "Alright. Hope ya guards ain't pushovers! But, just a question before I 'prove' how much I ain't a pushover..." _Razz put her weapons on top of her backpack, before raising a very valid question._ "How many pieces do you want your guards in?"
: > [{quoted}](name=Scout Razz,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=TlVfFZo5,comment-id=0004,timestamp=2018-12-05T02:54:04.753+0000) > > _Sometimes in Ionia, the strangest things happen on the blandest roads. Such things may even be a ball of lightning, as seen on the dusty roads as of right now. At most, it was a random sight and a warning to stay away from whatever or whoever was causing such a mysterious elemental event._ > > _Of course, it wouldn't take long at all for the bright blue ball of electricity to cease, and for a short figure to stand out amongst the crimson grassed trails, a short looking one. Coated in... white fur? Carrying a strange looking polearm, wearing what looked like a crop top and shorts. They stood with one hand on their hip, and another on the weapon. They seemed to be looking around, scanning the environment: yet they had not yet seen the wanderer._ > > > ((Welcome. Hope this opener was good nuff, posting from work.)) The sound of music could soothe any traveler’s path, act as medicine for the mind on any long road. This, among other reasons is why Yasuo kept his trusty flute. It served as an escape from normal thoughts and on another level, boredom along his path. There was a distinct sound to the music which flowed throughout the air. A sound that he had become used to and could easily sense if there was something that had interfered with the melody. Though this time it was nothing similar to soft steps across the ground, an ambush being prepared to try and have him brought to demise… simply a buzzing sound that was growing progressively louder, yet still felt distant from him. Placing the flute back into it’s usual spot the Wanderer had taken a moment to check his surroundings, his vision landing on the culprit of the noise. It had soon ceased- whatever it had been doing- to follow the same procedure as himself. The creature which he could recognise as a Yordle at the very least had been armed with a weapon, yet did not seem more hostile than it had been lost or confused. He approached peacefully and slowly, taking in as much of the figure as possible and trying to assess whatever intentions it may have had. A habit after being on a difficult journey for so long. Hand placed upon the hilt of his blade, the man for some reason or another crouched down in front of the figure. The mound of tamed yet unkempt hair floating above his head in the wind, there was a bit of a silence before he spoke to them. “That’s quite the ability you have there, huh?” ((Thank you! It was great, no worries there at all.))
> [{quoted}](name=Šorye ge ton,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=TlVfFZo5,comment-id=00040000,timestamp=2018-12-06T13:02:34.697+0000) > > The sound of music could soothe any traveler’s path, act as medicine for the mind on any long road. This, among other reasons is why Yasuo kept his trusty flute. It served as an escape from normal thoughts and on another level, boredom along his path. There was a distinct sound to the music which flowed throughout the air. A sound that he had become used to and could easily sense if there was something that had interfered with the melody. > > Though this time it was nothing similar to soft steps across the ground, an ambush being prepared to try and have him brought to demise… simply a buzzing sound that was growing progressively louder, yet still felt distant from him. Placing the flute back into it’s usual spot the Wanderer had taken a moment to check his surroundings, his vision landing on the culprit of the noise. It had soon ceased- whatever it had been doing- to follow the same procedure as himself. > > The creature which he could recognise as a Yordle at the very least had been armed with a weapon, yet did not seem more hostile than it had been lost or confused. He approached peacefully and slowly, taking in as much of the figure as possible and trying to assess whatever intentions it may have had. A habit after being on a difficult journey for so long. Hand placed upon the hilt of his blade, the man for some reason or another crouched down in front of the figure. The mound of tamed yet unkempt hair floating above his head in the wind, there was a bit of a silence before he spoke to them. “That’s quite the ability you have there, huh?” > > ((Thank you! It was great, no worries there at all.)) _Swirling around to face the opposite direction of the wanderer, still unsure of where she was, and still not spotting him at such a distance... The words startled her, but she could understand them. Unusual, she didn't expect people here spoke a language she did..._ _The yordle, now spun around almost instantly, seeing the man with a hand upon his hilt._ "Oh, hey!" _She replied. To his friendly meeting, eyeing his blade after a short meeting of eye contact._ "Yeah, but it's not as cool as that sword!" _She also excitedly proclaimed. She dropped her glaive to the ground, allowing the smaller edge on the bottom of the pole-arm hit the ground, and, as if trying to show off, smacked the side of the blade with a flick of her wrist, loosening it from the end of it's mounting._ "I got one too, but it's not as cool." _And like that, the Glaive's large blade fell into her hand, a handle beneath it's rather... familiar looking guard protecting the yordle's fuzzy paw. As she held it out in front of her, she didn't point it at Yasuo, but did know for a fact the cutlass was surely a suspicious sign, now being shown to detach from her pole-arm. The weapon did resemble Ionian craftsmanship, but was much closer to a dark greyish black, with highlights of silver along the edge than the regular silver of ionian steel._ "Hey, what's yer name anyway? Mine's Kara!" _The hyper energetic yordle replied._ "O-Oh, and while you're at it, can you tell me what land this is? I'm kinda lost."
: The blade above all things... except a good drink. (Ask Yasuo/Open RP)
_Sometimes in Ionia, the strangest things happen on the blandest roads. Such things may even be a ball of lightning, as seen on the dusty roads as of right now. At most, it was a random sight and a warning to stay away from whatever or whoever was causing such a mysterious elemental event._ _Of course, it wouldn't take long at all for the bright blue ball of electricity to cease, and for a short figure to stand out amongst the crimson grassed trails, a short looking one. Coated in... white fur? Carrying a strange looking polearm, wearing what looked like a crop top and shorts. They stood with one hand on their hip, and another on the weapon. They seemed to be looking around, scanning the environment: yet they had not yet seen the wanderer._ ((Welcome. Hope this opener was good nuff, posting from work.))
: Razz's First Scouting Report! (Thread Newsletter, Short story!)
Change of plans. Gonna make this a monthly thing. Takes too long for anyone to post a damn thing right now, so we're gonna be waiting a bit.
Kalofinx (EUW)
: On the Current State of the Boards & Suggestions Moving Forward UPDATE: READ INSIDE
Can we all just agree that OC threads need to become a thing? There's been 1 post in the last 2 weeks. Razz's, and beyond that, I'm currently going to have a clutter problem when I post this weekly going's on... And almost every time, I can tell you a story about how the 14 day thing just makes people post once per 14 days (sorry to throw Zed under the bus) which can burn out RPs as a general. This becomes pretty fucking stagnant fast, with no unique spots to start a roleplay that isn't my own thread involving the OCs i design and spend my week's spare time writing for and updating. I'm not going to lie, this is a **me** and not _you_ problem, more than likely, but the fact that I'm literally banned for wanting to use someone who isn't as BLESSED and FANTASTIC as a champion from league that so fucking many of you on a daily basis complain about not having good enough lore in, ANYWAY... Okay I lost focus lemme start again. What I'm trying to say is, OCs here are fantastic. I've seen so many cool and interesting designs, but have never had even the slightest chance to learn about them through RP because all the focus is on a plot, or on a champion I already know enough about, and do not have the same interest in. Another point is profiles being a requirement when asked for. You basically get told "no, go spoil everything about your champion." Side note: I get the point that god-modding is commonly considered a thing. People having a profile lets you point out "no, they cannot and/or should not be able to do that, under your own rules. You're making stuff up!" But beyond that, this spoils way too much I could've just easily learnt through a conversation with such a character. Let me use Razz as an example: Razz as a Yordle personally has dedicated most of her life to becoming "better than Rumble!" She never has interacted with him, never seen him, but she has taken great inspiration from the events stated in his lore. Now, what's more interesting? * Being told that in 2 lines of text in my boring PDF? Or, * Learning it, either through how she talks about Rumble in a roleplay, or tells you through conversation directly? Getting to see their past through a more natural, and somewhat entertaining way? Realistically, this is the same reason you all RP with champs. It's more fun than just writing out a friggin fanfiction and sending it to your friends to say "oh look, this is what x champ really feels." (Lets presume your friend isn't already knowledgeable on x champ.) It's the interaction with a character of depth, and to me, the fact that OCs aren't allowed here is just a lazy excuse to make that "doesn't allow those cringy edgelords to make ask pages when all they are is X champ with X changed." In the end, who cares? Maybe I just see it as wrong, for no good reason, and am just biased because it affects me. Also, took a break from writing this and got offended in the previous comment. Apologies.
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> [{quoted}](name=Script Lord,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=ZTfqxGBr,comment-id=00290000,timestamp=2018-12-01T06:17:47.479+0000) ***<Removed by Moderation>.*** Wow. Good counterpoint. Because I wasn't able to claim Lulu as a champion, I'm jealous? It won't solve a damn thing? Good job making me feel for your side. I was going to say, sure, keep the compendium, I've given up trying to come to something that isn't "go somewhere else." Asshats like you are why this rule is being proposed to get fucked off. Because you only hear what you want to. Oh, and on an edited note, you are not a fucking hero. You're like the people who stand up and fight for their rights they already have, and scream at everyone and insult everyone here including your own side just to fucking make yourself feel better. I wished I could be Lulu, when Lulu came open, i did not claim her. I was not jealous, I was willing to let someone else claim her. But if you want to act like some fucking crusader, be my fucking guest. Good luck wherever you go, and have fun there.
: > [{quoted}](name=Scout Razz,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=r00qvEYK,comment-id=000700000000,timestamp=2018-11-27T01:25:16.638+0000) *No, they weren't guided by heat - they are line-of-sight targeting.* *Meaning that, while Razz was cowering below the massive pack, she failed to realize one thing; the shot was angled low, and collided with the dune barely three meters downwards - but the sheer force of the blast would have thrown Razz a dozen meters down the slope behind her, tumbling down, eventually stopping painfully with a thud.* *Wind would have been knocked out of them, most certainly. Broken bones, mayhap. Dead? Most certainly not yet.* *What's more, now the form was at the top of the dune... and appeared like a distorted human of sorts, with strange blurbs comming from the shoulders, as well as a gaping wound to the left arm.* *However, the three-eyed mask stared back, blood flowing from this newer injury.*
> [{quoted}](name=Return a Monster,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=r00qvEYK,comment-id=0007000000000000,timestamp=2018-11-27T01:52:28.564+0000) _Razz yelped out as she was launched backwards by the explosive shunt. Preparation for impact made her able to lessen the blunt force, causing her to stop halfway down the dune... Only to get smashed by her bag rolling towards her, knocking her out if its path and flat on her arse at the bottom of the dune._ "Ugh... That hurt..." _Razz groaned. She looked back up the dune through the blurred vision of being damned near concussed by her own bag._ "...Erm... Is it too late to say fog of war?" _She said with a cheeky yet nervous grin. She could see the woman was wounded, likely from her shot... and she was quite clearly the target she had seen in the distance._ "If not, will a sorry be good'nuff?" _She could make out the more refined details, and clearly, the woman before her was in fact from the void._ "Huh. A voidpawn with a sense'a fashion!" _That was meant to be a compliment about her suit._
: > [{quoted}](name=Scout Razz,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=0001,timestamp=2018-11-17T05:09:30.318+0000) >//Not at all! Thank you for coming by! I don't know if Razz shows herself as a yordle or is she under so kind of disguise, so I didn't address it for the moment! Zed knew about the intrusion even before one of his acolytes went to look for him in his chambers. The shadows were constantly whispering to him, slithering around with their invisible eyes and ears extending all around the Monastery's lands. Nothing entered, nothing quit; nothing happened in his domain without him noticing. The Master heard them, listened to them with eyes closed; his meditation usually drove him to the limits of the Shadow Realm, letting its irrational impulses carry him like a leaf floating over a flowing stream. But this time he kept his mind closer, the intrusion nagging at his thoughts. His gaze wandered to the wide balcony on his room. Was it friend? Or was it foe? All Zed could perceive was a bright presence of ever changing nature, hard to define. It intrigued him, enough to get up and put his mask on and slowly, silent like a ghost in red, made his way to the main pagoda. The messenger found him descending the stairs down the building, informing Zed of the strange guest asking for an audience with him. There had been no attacks and the visitor seemed amicable enough, but there was some sort of confusion in the woman's voice as she narrated her encounter with the stranger. "I can barely explain it, Master", she said. There was a concerned expression under her half covered features, and a slight blush born from the shame of confusion. "She has this aura. She makes you feel... she is exactly want you want her to be". She struggled with her explanation, and Zed narrowed his gaze behind the mask. She was dismissed, bowing apologetically in a rush as he continued to descend. He found her near the entrance of the temples, pestering two guards that despite their stoic and disciplined demeanour, didn't seem to quite know what to do with him. "You who came to my lands, speak". The acolytes made him way as he approached, staying behind and at each side of the Master of Shadows like guarding statues. "What matters brought you to the Temple of Shadows?" Hospitality would be given depending on her answer... or perhaps the cold kiss of steel.
> [{quoted}](name=ABladeInTheDark,realm=EUW,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=gPZeIElu,comment-id=00010000,timestamp=2018-11-27T23:47:47.857+0000) > ((Woohoo! And no, Razz does not wear a disguise. I've avoided doing that as a general thing because I find it more interesting that yordles can show themselves at all times, and choose not to use Glamour. ~~Also I'm kind of biased in the case of the new lore.~~)) _Razz was starting to grow bored, dropping her bag as she awaited the arrival of the shadow master. She leaned up against it, the dense and heavy weight keeping her held up as if it was as solid as the beams which held the temple together. Finally, watching Zed arrive in his most common armor, she knew she'd found the man of mysterious power._ _Razz took a moment to clear her throat, and sip down some water from her canteen. Only now, would Zed see the yordle in all her fuzziness. She was cute, not likely something Zed would be a fan of... nor expect to hear:_ "Hello! I want to learn more about shadow magic! I hear this'z the right place!" _Spring from the yordle's mouth. She saluted Zed, standing straight and in line with her backpack. She tucked the canteen back onto her belt, and continued._ "I've heard the rumors, and seen ya fight. You use shadows pretty well, but I've been meanin' to come see ya and ask about 'em." _Razz made sure to keep her explanation short, and not say too much that could likely anger the rather... brutal leader of these acolytes. She knew for a fact, anything too over the top, or too convoluted could irritate the shadow master. She did indeed, show a willing stance and a fearless pride towards him, confidence was the best display she'd be able to manage._ _Her scouting uniform was fit well to her, neat and tidy as compared to her short hair, which was messy and untied. She carried everything with her that she needed on her belt. A knife, her side-arm, her canteen and her map. As well as a box of what looked like ammunition for her sidearm. All it'd look like to the assassin, was a simple one-handed firearm. A flintlock pistol, like the pirates use from bilgewater, mayhaps?_ _She remained calm, steady. She was ready for whatever came next, from the shadow master._
: > [{quoted}](name=Scout Razz,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=r00qvEYK,comment-id=0007,timestamp=2018-11-26T11:53:01.732+0000) *The form twisted, turned - and it was clearly hit in the shoulder, the creature's arm having gone limp. It seemed to panic from this distance, and... vanished.* *It outright became invisible for a brief while, and seemed to be completely gone.* *Then, a mote of light was visible off to Razz's left... before it became two motes of light - and Razz realized, probably with quite a bit of fear, that the projectiles weren't natural lights.* *They were a pair of helixing arcs of energy not natural to this world, and about to slam into her with lethal force, more likely than not.*
> [{quoted}](name=Return a Monster,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=r00qvEYK,comment-id=00070000,timestamp=2018-11-26T21:02:30.946+0000) _Razz dropped her bag the moment she saw the target disappear. Explains how it got away before... she pulled something from the front pocket. A small, mechanical ball meshed with copper wire. It looked like a grenade, but instead what it was..._ "Hope this works..." _Razz said in a hushed voice as she found a button upon it's side._ _She saw the unnatural glow, and tossed the item into the air, tapping and releasing the button as it left her paw. It glowed unnaturally bright and hot as it reached the apex of it's arc, slowly falling back to earth, hotter and brighter than a zaunite flare._ _If the projetiles were heat seeking, they'd become confused, target the ball of heat rather than the yordle disappearing behind the spray of smoke it kicked back as it lit up. If they locked onto life-forms, they'd not be able to detect Razz further. The smoke blurred out her bio-signature, albeit, they'd be able to outline her for certain... just not track her correctly._ _Besides, Razz wasn't standing still either, she was using her bag as cover on the case of her countermeasure failing._ "Hope thats enuff..."
: (( I approve of this idea, as it fosters interest in the goings-on throughout the board. Bravo. ))
> [{quoted}](name=Ryugi Kazamaru,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=rzIfPKNf,comment-id=0003,timestamp=2018-11-19T19:51:08.149+0000) > > (( I approve of this idea, as it fosters interest in the goings-on throughout the board. Bravo. )) Thank you! I agree. Don't feel the need to post OOC, this thread in itself is very much so OOC. I've already got ideas for next weeks, which, will come soon!
: Entered as a Child... (Ask Kai'Sa / Kaisa thread)
_Razz groaned. COULD THEY JUST SIT STILL!? She had no interest in touching any puddle, any pile, anything. She knew how the corruption could creep up through her clothing, using her bloodstream like a free pathway... it's why she'd came prepared._ _Both her legs were strapped with cutoffs made from a leather belt, around the thighs. They were tight, tight enough to slow the circulation to her short legs. It'd cut off most thick, parasitic infections from creeping past the point of no return... It wasn't flawless, but it'd help._ "Well... There's at least a trail... And a beast that needs to be put down." _Razz, without any hesitation or any single flinch, held her gun up. She eyed the distance, ranged... Fired. Whether or not the sharpened acorn travelling down range would kill the target was a mystery, but the crack of her lever action rifle surely would've been heard. She didn't seem to care if it died or not, but, she did wish for it to not get in the way. If it hit, it'd easily blast through flesh and blast out the back, taking anything it collides with it. Deadly, hollow cored ammunition with a hard surface, travelling at near supersonic speeds._ _She kept moving east, trying to stick to the trail left behind._ "This sucks. Having to chase someone like a friggin' lost dog..." _She groans._ "Definitely wish I had that cart now..."
: > [{quoted}](name=Scout Razz,realm=OCE,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=r00qvEYK,comment-id=0006,timestamp=2018-11-25T10:50:47.043+0000) > >Do the scouts proud, kiddo. *Little more than more and more sand greeted Razz's little walk about; the trail eventually led to a dune with a strange rock formation coming out the side, from which an odd, pale violet glow came from deep within - signs of some kind of struggle were in the area, but the massive divots (easily the size of Razz's entire head) were left from some battle, probably the giant beast that now lay dead.* *But whatever felled such a huge beast... surely was dangerous.* *Near the entrance as well were the splotches of dried blood; whatever Razz was tracking almost certainly came by here less than a few hours ago. Oddly, there seemed to be something standing at the climax of the dune to the far right (East), but the instant Razz would have blinked, it would be gone, leaving only a whipping of sand into the air.*
> [{quoted}](name=Return a Monster,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=r00qvEYK,comment-id=00060000,timestamp=2018-11-25T11:01:53.963+0000) _Razz doesn't blink very often when observing a target, but, when she finally did look away, the target upon the dune was gone._ "Dangit. Should'a got my spyglass out..." _Razz sighed._ "Welp. Time to investigate where they've gone!" _She didn't dare approach the gigantic fallen beast, in case it's corpse brought on worse things, and the signs of battle always brought scavengers and raiders to find free meat and loot within the beast or the nearby stone structure.... the chitin on it would surely be of use for hardening certain items. Or making them. She made her way to the hill, asserting herself in the exact spot the figure was, looking for footprints, glowing aura, anything. Anything at all._
: Entered as a Child... (Ask Kai'Sa / Kaisa thread)
_Razz noted the trail and the distance flashes. A good start, but the distance was pretty great for a yordle her size._ _Easy enough, just follow the trail! And so she did, prancing through the sands proudly._ "Wish I had a cart. Or the cart I've been working on..." _Razz groaned. It was a long journey for sure, over all these forsaken dunes of crunchy sand... But eventually, she found them. The source of the glowing, anyway. Juuust over this dune... What would exactly be here? She knew it'd be dangerous, so she pulled out her rifle, pulling the handle down to chamber a round, and eject an empty shell she accidentally fired off a few hours ago, and walked over the crest of the hill. Hopefully, nothing would actually attack her here._
: Entered as a Child... (Ask Kai'Sa / Kaisa thread)
_The yordle scout continued further and further in, her JPS run (**Junior Practice scouting run**) was turning out to be more lengthy the second time around. She'd decided to travel into the area she last saw that strange purple woman... no harm in documenting more about the void so her city could learn more, right?_ _She traveled back to exactly where she saw her last. She saw the corpse of the beast now half-buried by sand... and no footprints anywhere to be seen in the sand._ "Why do they always gotta be hard to find?" _Razz sighed._ "Gonna have to track 'er now..." _She plopped her backpack down, and of course, quite literally began digging through a pocket: filled with maps of various locations. There was a good 30 pages there of just maps._ _Razz was off guard, even if it was in hostile territory... but she seemed overly confident._
: The Kindred seem like they're going to meet the end of their RPing with me, so come in when that's over with. Promise I won't hurt you. Might even say hi to your parents, if they'd let me.
> [{quoted}](name=Return a Monster,realm=NA,application-id=jxzFAe03,discussion-id=rzIfPKNf,comment-id=0002,timestamp=2018-11-18T03:20:00.388+0000) > > The Kindred seem like they&#x27;re going to meet the end of their RPing with me, so come in when that&#x27;s over with. > Promise I won&#x27;t hurt you. > > Might even say hi to your parents, if they&#x27;d let me. Sure! I'd gladly come along... Soon nuff.
: Razz's First Scouting Report! (Thread Newsletter, Short story!)
OH! Another thing to mention. If you want your thread specifically visited by Razz for this letter, or do not want it unless asked, please do ask! I need these sorta things as feedback anyway.
: I Built A Mailbox! - Ask Lulu and Pix
_As stated by her newest scouting log, Razz was indeed intending to go and visit Lulu to find out more about what she did, exactly. Her prideful march with her rifle in hand, her confident smile, all of these would most certainly give her a powerful look... for a child. As always, Razz continued to carry far beyond what she needed in equipment, her enormous bag still standing high above her head, and barely being raised from the ground. It made all sorts of noises as she moved, all the equipment inside clanging, clunking, jingling or rolling around._ _Eventually, Razz found the trail she'd spotted before, one coated with glitter, strange plants, and of course, Lulu's mailbox. What would she see there? Lulu and Pix? No, not really. Not yet. She set her tools down, and her rifle, opening one of the pockets and grabbing out her letter._ "Hope she speaks the language... Or at least, understands engineering notation." _The letter was written as such to Lulu (as well as containing a picture of a Quill on the back of the page... Drawn by Razz, very accurately!):_ >Dear Lulu, I know you won't like me sending you my docket on you, but... I've got to get information about ya! I'll give you drawings if you just START MAKING ACORN'S WORTHA SENSE. I wanna talk, please, stop dashing through portals and leaving me for dead! Thank you! I'll mail this to your new box. Need information for my report. Can you explain what the HELL this animal is? Thank you! _Below it, were plenty of boxes to tick, and lines to fill. They were questions involving her mental state._ _For example:_ Insane? [ ] Child or adult? [ ] _These were but a pair of what was asked. But, Razz was not going to make use of them. She put a note next to all of these little boxes:_ **"Lulu, don't worry about these, they're just something I'll fill out for my boss if you end up returning the letter to sender!"** _Razz did not deposit the mail. Instead, she walked up to the box, with a smaller bag in hand, made from leather as compared to the fabric and fur bag she had before, the much larger one._ "Okay, Lulu... I'll wait here for ya, I guess. Hope she can't hear me or some crap with her magical powers... Hear she can turn kids into flowers forever..." _And so, Razz would wait. She would wait for Lulu to return to her box._
: The Temple of Shadows [Ask Zed]
_Razz, confidently striding down the streets of Ionia was clearly looking for someone._ "Hey, you!"_She called out to a person on the street. They'd barely be able to see her past all her packs and bags, stacked up neatly so she could carry as much as possible._ "Any idea where a lil' ol' yordle like myself can find the shadow assassin?" _More than likely, the person pointed her in the direction of the old Kinkou temple... She was uncertain that he'd even be there, but she had to try._ _Razz was a young yordle, small even for a creature like herself, barely able to stand over 50 cm tall... And she was carrying bags almost twice her size. They clunked and clanged as they bounced with each step she took, clearly they were quite full of items..._ "Well, if the Kinkou is where I gotta go, I'll go!" _The child happily cheered, walking down the winding paths she'd need to take to reach Zed in his 'castle.' She giggled at the thought, she knew well enough about the rumors, had seen him in action herself... Not a lot, but that's what was drawing her to him. She needed to know for certain this guy was a master of 'shadow.'_ _And, eventually, she did get to the temple. She stood before it's wooden gates, seeing it guarded most plenty by the guards. Not the ruined ones, the actual gates._ "Yes, hello! I'm here to see the scary red dude, is he in today?" _She nagged one of the guards, tugging at his shinguard._ "And is he taking visitors?" _To the guards, something was most certainly off about Razz. She seemed... Unusual, to say the least. Filled with positive energy, exerting it to whomever she touched, or conversed with. It was different person to person, the feeling. If you enjoyed slaughter and bloodshed, you'd feel as if you just made a satisfying kill, and were feeling the aftermath of adrenaline rush through you like a warm shower does over your skin. If you were a friendly person, and conversation with friendly faces was your most desired wish, you'd feel as if she was the friendliest face you've ever seen, kindest soul to trade a word with... The list may go on, but the point was clear. She made you feel better, just from the sheer sight and sound of Razz speaking from her parted fuzzy lips._ _How on earth would the Master of Shadow respond? Who knows._ > ((Hope I'm not interrupting anything!))
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