Ask Summoners Mad Writer and Crazy Pen

Hello, Citizens of Runterra! We are Mad Writer (Mad or Writer for short) and Crazy Pen (Pen for short). We are summoners of the Institute of War, or the League of Legends! Feel free to ask us questions. We shall do our best to answer. M!A: none

[the-sea-left]

Snow-kissed, Frost-touched.

Spin it any way you want, but I am still cold.

[askpenandwriter]

anarchicsorcerer

Vithui turns back around slightly to stare the Iceborn straight in the eyes.  The rage on his face, the tenseness of his body, it seemed every fiber of him wished to attack.  After a moment however, he relaxed and simply said, “you know the saying.  ‘Hell is what you make of it.’  It is custom made for each person, designed around their greatest fears.”

“This is rather intriguing Pen,” Vithui remarked.  “Here I stand without power, without protection, and without help.  Despite this, you do not attack me.  You wish to see me squirm, isn’t that right?”

"Aren't you?" A brief stream of fog left his mouth as he spoke. He took a step back, smiling, his arms loosely dangling at his sides. "You're already in pain. Why should I do anything?" The man was probably in more pain than Pen could inflict, anyways. It would be more fun to watch.

Not to mention, Vithui would see it coming. That would make it all the more annoying to attack him.

[askpenandwriter]

anarchicsorcerer

“Hell?  What do you know of Hell?”  Vithui asked, his body seeming to writhe around, skin visibly crawling.

“I spent several years collecting the souls of men, women, and children.  Chauffeuring them to the Isles to be tortured until they would submit to the violence those monsters desired.  That is Hell, being forced to harm those you wanted to protect!”

Turning his back to the other he simply stated, “imagine if you were forced to torture and then kill Writer.  Maybe then you’d understand what it was like.”

Pen remained quiet for a moment. He thought about it for a moment. Then he decided the experience at the asylum was worse. He knew he could do it if he needed. He could survive it. He could tolerate it. But those memories, those were more of a problem.

The iceborn's only response was, "That's not Hell."

[of-deception-and-perfectionmoved]

So Everyone Needs to Chill a Little

Ok so- I’ve been seeing a lot of stuff on my dash on the new champ, Jihn the Virtuoso, basically just being a ripoff of Caitlyn on steroids. And although everyone is allowed their opinion on this I think there’s a lot of points being missed in this guy’s creation.

First. This guy is not a sniper. You can see pretty clearly if you look at his weapon that it’s more akin to a handgun than anything else.

Even when he’s making that ridiculous ranged ult, it’s a barrel he’s attaching to it to increase his range. 

Gameplay wise, it’s not something any of us can tell for the moment, but personally that’s a bit of the least of my worries since he already seems to be more akin to Varus in his abilities than Cait. Second Why compare him to a better version of caitlyn with what we do know on his abilties? Sure the guy seems to have incredible range, but he misses sometimes. Caitlyn never misses in her ult (save for maybe a windwall but that doesn’t count). 

Third, and most importantly:  Similarities between the two is not  a bad storytelling element. It’s fucking terrifying. And I’m going to explain why.

In a lot of ways, you could argue that he’s a better marksman than Cait, yeah! I mean, despite his slow attack speed he’s taken the whole of the league community in fear with his teasers. And when was the last time we saw something similar to this? An enemy that was just barely always one step ahead of her?

Oh yeah. 

C.

Except this time it’s not just a small time cat burglar that’s a sting to her pride, it’s a legitimate danger to her town and someone who’s targeting her own partner. She’s been put against something she knows very little about and finds his trade in something she was previously known for: marksmanship. And if having a cat burglar pisses you off enough to join the institution of war, how do you think she’s going to take someone taking away her crown?

I’m probably in the minority here, but I actually would love to see him be a better marksman in lore than her. Because it’s scary. It gives off a feeling of helplessness and a determination to prove yourself better than a great evil haunting your town. 

It’s a battle against impossible odds. A chance for massive character growth and struggle. 

You bet I’m looking forward to that.

[askpenandwriter]

anarchistsorcerer

“You know me… the eternal optimist.  Everything’s going to shit but I’ll find a way to fix it,” Vithui solemnly groans out.  “Though lately it’s hard to see how.”

Vithui knew that if given the chance, Pen would make an attempt on his life.  Charging the one spell he knew this body could cast easily, Vithui made ready to send the Ice-born flying.

Idly, he spun the sickle. But in stead of attacking, he just stood there. A smile crawled onto his face. "Has it, now?" How delightful. This going to hell for the thing that had nearly done the same to him. Perhaps it would be more fun to just sit and watch exactly how bad things got for Vithui. No need to get into a fight now, after all.

Pen straightened, relaxing his arms. "Well then," he spread his arms, "welcome to Hell." He'd have fun sitting and watching, seeing just how bad things would get, and just how much they'd make Vithui's mind crack.

[valkyrandrea-deactivated2019032]

Well he is here

[askpenandwriter]

((He looks interesting))

[tantibus-aeternam]

(Pen) "How many sweaters are you going to hand out?"

As many as I feel like.

[askpenandwriter]

"You plan to give them out all the way up to Snowdown?"

[the-king-of-the-river]

Chocolatey!!♥ (from Pen)

Send “Chocolatey!!♥” for my muse’s reaction to receiving chocolate.

Tahm grabbed the chocolate greedily.

“All these folks, givin’ me chocolate… And none of it satin’ my hunger! Still, it’s a start, I should suppose.”

[the-king-of-the-river]

The silence fell between them, huge and awkward, as Tahm attempted to dislodge his hand from the box, hissing as it tugged uncomfortably.

Finally, he gave up and stood there quietly, before sighing.

“So, child, I’m assumin’ you ain’t got a way to melt them or anythin’?”

[askpenandwriter]

He shrugged in response. “I was supposed to deliver them, nothing more.” That, and knowing how to thaw things might not be the best knowledge when one was made of ice. So, naturally, Pen knew how. He just had no intention of thawing the chocolates.

[the-king-of-the-river]

Tahm fixed him with a penetrative glare, before giving a weary sigh.

“My apologies if my tone seemed accusatory.” he said with a shrug, carefully pikcing at the box in an attempt to perhaps break it open and get inside even whilst it was still frozen, with chocolate as a consolation prize. “I ain’t quite used to havin’ gift frozen to me.”

[askpenandwriter]

"I'm not used to giving gifts. Today is weird for the both of us." Pen watched the other pick at the frozen cardboard, listening to the faint cracking it caused. Hopefully it would break and fling frozen pieces of chocolate everywhere.

[the-king-of-the-river]

Chocolatey!!♥ (from Pen)

Send “Chocolatey!!♥” for my muse’s reaction to receiving chocolate.

Tahm grabbed the chocolate greedily.

“All these folks, givin’ me chocolate… And none of it satin’ my hunger! Still, it’s a start, I should suppose.”

[the-king-of-the-river]

Tahm attempted to pull his hand away, expression falling as his skin was stuck to the ice. He fixed his eyes on Pen, before sighing deeply.

“Right. Of course. I am, of course, assumin’ she wasn’t intendin’ for me to receive a lump of ice, and was rather expectin’ the River King to be given a functinal box of chocolates, yes?”

[askpenandwriter]

Pen let go of the box once he noticed that the box was stuck to Tahm, promptly sticking his hands in pockets on his robe that weren’t there before. “Yeah,” was his answer. He remained quiet for a time, frost drifting from his nose, before he casually said, “I’d let those thaw for a while.”

[the-king-of-the-river]

The silence fell between them, huge and awkward, as Tahm attempted to dislodge his hand from the box, hissing as it tugged uncomfortably.

Finally, he gave up and stood there quietly, before sighing.

“So, child, I’m assumin’ you ain’t got a way to melt them or anythin’?”

[askpenandwriter]

He shrugged in response. "I was supposed to deliver them, nothing more." That, and knowing how to thaw things might not be the best knowledge when one was made of ice. So, naturally, Pen knew how. He just had no intention of thawing the chocolates.

[the-king-of-the-river]

Chocolatey!!♥ (from Pen)

Send “Chocolatey!!♥” for my muse’s reaction to receiving chocolate.

Tahm grabbed the chocolate greedily.

“All these folks, givin’ me chocolate… And none of it satin’ my hunger! Still, it’s a start, I should suppose.”

[askpenandwriter]

Unfortunately, seeing as Pen had been holding the chocolates for so long, they-and the box-were frozen. “You should thank Writer for those.” And for the fact that she had specifically told him not to add anything to the chocolates, or else Pen would have tainted them with something.

[the-king-of-the-river]

Tahm attempted to pull his hand away, expression falling as his skin was stuck to the ice. He fixed his eyes on Pen, before sighing deeply.

“Right. Of course. I am, of course, assumin’ she wasn’t intendin’ for me to receive a lump of ice, and was rather expectin’ the River King to be given a functinal box of chocolates, yes?”

[askpenandwriter]

Pen let go of the box once he noticed that the box was stuck to Tahm, promptly sticking his hands in pockets on his robe that weren't there before. "Yeah," was his answer. He remained quiet for a time, frost drifting from his nose, before he casually said, "I'd let those thaw for a while."

[the-king-of-the-river]

Chocolatey!!♥ (from Pen)

Send “Chocolatey!!♥” for my muse’s reaction to receiving chocolate.

Tahm grabbed the chocolate greedily.

“All these folks, givin’ me chocolate… And none of it satin’ my hunger! Still, it’s a start, I should suppose.”

[askpenandwriter]

Unfortunately, seeing as Pen had been holding the chocolates for so long, they-and the box-were frozen. "You should thank Writer for those." And for the fact that she had specifically told him not to add anything to the chocolates, or else Pen would have tainted them with something.

[askpenandwriter]

“Immortality is worthless without the ability to do something with it,” Vithui responded in a snarky tone.  “As an undead I’d need to kill my master to be free, and to do that I’d have to lose myself to other… darker forces.  No, if and when I reach my immortality I wish to be a free man.”

“It seems you haven’t forgotten about me, that damn spell failed in resetting my influence.  Oh well, what ever is in the past is in the past, only those like Zilean can turn back the hands of time… something I may ask him about.”

Pen snorted at the other's comments, grip on his sickle tightening. Lose himself. As far as Pen was concerned, Vithui had long lost himself to whatever dark forces he meant. Their fight had proved about as much.

His lips curled into a mild glare. "Forget? Don't be so optimistic." It wasn't likely that man, or his actions, would be forgotten. No, Pen wasn't going to forget the man that had unintentionally made his what he was now, spell or no spell.

[code-thief]

Writer hesitantly pecked the Cardmaster's cheek, trying not to make a face as she did.

Tobias got caught by surprised, turning his head at the stranger that did the action. “Oh hi miss”He smiled at her. “Pardon my rudeness but who might you be? ”@askpenandwriter

[code-thief]

“I don’t think i ever seen a match of this sorts nor this "champions” your talking about, at least i do not recall them, miss. “

[askpenandwriter]

"You must not pay attention to any politics, then, because matches on the Fields of Justice are used to decide anything between city-states. Champions are strong people-or creatures-that are part of The League. Why they're in it varies between champions.

She paused to step around something. "During a match, summoners hook up to The League's magic network and control a champion of their choosing on The Fields. They're paired up in two teams of five. Team that defeats the other gets whatever policies they want in place. Downside, we feel everything our champion does during the match. Summoners have fainted because of it. A few of them almost died because of it."

[askpenandwriter]

Unwanted Company [closed RP with askthewolfandthelamb]

[askpenandwriter]

They could feel Pen’s will growing weaker by the moments. If they kept it up, then perhaps he could be claimed.

Lamb took the form of Writer and Wolf took the form of Pen. They stood infront of the real iceborn.  He had a knife in hand, and Lamb tried to act as distressed as possible.

“Die!” Wolf screamed. Stabbing Lamb in her chest, and quickly banishing from sight.

She grabbed her stomach, as it began to bleed. She crawled towards pen, knife still embed deep in her body. Blood pouring out of her fake wound.

“How could you do this to me, Pen?” 

She clingled hard to his body , will her own fake form started to melt and unmake itself.

“WHY?!!” She screamed as her body dissapeared right in front of him.

What...what he watching? That wasn't something he'd done. He'd never kill Writer. What the hell was going on? Did they kill her under the guise of him? Writer was his friend. His best friend. His...only friend...Pen wouldn't kill her.

Yet, he felt...strange. He felt...regret? No, this felt a bit different. The though of killing Mad made him feel strange, and almost sick. It made him tremble. It made his stomach churn. It was something, but he didn't like it. He didn't want to feel this. He didn't want to feel this at all.

Pen stepped away, turned, and ran. He wanted away from that feeling. He wanted out of this sleep. He wanted to call for Lissandra. But once he was asleep, he couldn't control his body until Lissandra woke him up. And if he called out here, she wouldn't hear him. He had to last until she came. He had to. He had to. He had to win.

Just like he had to escape this strange feeling.

[anarchicsorcerer-deactivated201]

@askpenandwriter

While some were able to recognize Vithui in his new body, he still had to test just how successful he had been.  The biggest test would be one he did not relish the thought of, the Ice-born Pen.  It was unlikely someone so impacted by the former Dullahan would have been affected, but it was something that needed to be seen.

“Long time no see Ice-born,” Vithui sighed out, his hands twitching as energy flowed through them  “Just here to check up on a little experiment of mine, please don’t make me fight you just yet.”

[askpenandwriter]

He recognized that voice. It sounded a little-different, but he knew that voice. It was him. That cursed undead that couldn't keep his mouth shut. Pen lowered his sickle, having been carving a stone out of boredom since Lissandra hadn't given him much to do lately. Irritated, he turned around. "What do you-"

Pen stopped. This was new. Of all things, Vithui had returned to a living body. The iceborn hadn't even known that was possible. Once an undead, always an undead, right? That was what people said. Lissandra would want to know about this. "Was being immortal not enough? Or was it too much for you?"

[arkyn-iceborn-vindication]

Calling out all Iceborn

The winter is coming, and we need to increase our forces. Arkyn is seeking out any who may have survived all these years, just as he did, hoping that the Iceborn can be restored to their former glory. Please reblog this post and spread it around, raising awareness for the hunt!

So far, Arkyn knows two Iceborn, Soul ( @iceborn-wanderer ) and Pen ( @askpenandwriter ), and he has heard whispers of another ( @thegeneralofold ). If you know the whereabouts of any other Iceborn, please contact Arkyn immediately and let him know!

[code-thief]

Writer hesitantly pecked the Cardmaster's cheek, trying not to make a face as she did.

Tobias got caught by surprised, turning his head at the stranger that did the action. “Oh hi miss”He smiled at her. “Pardon my rudeness but who might you be? ”@askpenandwriter

[code-thief]

“Oh it is not? Well that sounds interesting.  I mean, my job is dangerous but not THAT much.  It can just get you in jail forever that’s all ” He laughed out loud at his own comment.

[askpenandwriter]

"You ever seen a match where they take a summoner out, and one team has to fight with only four champions?" she posed, not laughing along with him.