Rage Is My Weapon

Tryndamere saw death and destruction engulf his home. No one was left standing - only the screams of the dying remained. Unable to surrender to death, Tryndamere gave in fully to his wrath. His blood boiled and his anger consumed him, banishing his mortality. (Independent Tryndamere RP/Ask blog. See about for more info!)

[freljordsrage]

((-pounds face on keyboard- Slowly replying.))

[freljordsrage]

(૭ ఠ༬ఠ)૭ I don't know what's going on but I want to kill something.

[fortunafavetfortis]

"Aren't you cold?" (( (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc) Hi dear!))

"Cold is simply a state of mind." Sarah waved her right hand dismissively and raised the bottle of rum in her left. She paid no mind to the goosebumps on her arms and put the bottle to her lips, turning the bottom of it up. After a long swig, she let out a satisfied sigh and grinned up at the barbarian.

"A sip of this is all you need in this kind of weather really."

[freljordsrage]

He looked at her with a particularly curious look. "What's in the bottle?" he inquired, subtly asking for a sip, or perhaps a swig. His arms crossed and he just watched her.

"You also need a coat, perhaps."

[frostedarcherashe]

ALL THE ASHES UNITE!

<3

Jus sayin

All out Ults gun ruin Winter’s Claw and Frostguard

YALL DUN 4 BRO

[sejuani-hildr-deactivated201701]

"How about… no." X

[the-frost-queen]

FOR THE FLORY OF FREJLORD

[frostedarcherashe]

"You said it twin"

[elvishfrostqueen]

"I think we should all tackle Sejuani."

[udyr-the-spirit-walker-deactiva]

"I’m all for tackling Sejuani.  Although I’m not an Ashe."

[besttrollfreljord]

"HAHAHAHAHA Ashe, you think your stronger then Sejuani? THATS THE BEST JOKE I HAVE HERD ALL DAY!!"

[frostedarcherashe]

Troll you can’t face us even if you wanted to so go coward back and chew your ice club

[freljordsrage]

"Please, I could beat you all with my left arm tied behind my back."

[freljordsrage]

☟ C:< [nOW THEY CAN BE KIDS

"What the-?!" Suddenly, Tryndamere was engulfed an a cloud of smoke. He had no time to protest, nor did he even get a chance to run. It was all too sudden, and he wouldn’t remember this anyhow.

When the smoke cleared, a long haired child stood there, looking confused. This wasn’t his village, and his mother was nowhere in sight. He had no weapon and frankly, he was afraid. 

((I have no idea how old to make him :’D BUT YES BABBY TRYN BEING A SHITLORD ))

[frostedarcherashe]

➸ ❅ ♛ The now Princess had still been pacing around, wearing nothing but her old dresses as a girl, them shockingly still fitting to her. Her white locks were once again a dark shade of chestnut, the blue eyes still so full of spark, but filled with dreams.

➸ ❅ ♛ ❝ How am I supposed to explain this to Tryn? Much Less my Kingdom!❞

[freljordsrage]

He only frowned, standing in place in the middle of the hallway he was transformed in. The boy was dressed in furs to combat the cold, but what skin was visible was covered in the usual boy bruises and cuts. His mother only recently braided his hair so it was a nice, clean braid.

Getting over the shock, the boy started walking down the hall, his eyes scanning over everything. To find an exit, someone, or at least some food to settle his stomach. This place was big, nothing like his home. Who on earth would live here?

[freljordsrage]

☟ C:< [nOW THEY CAN BE KIDS

"What the-?!" Suddenly, Tryndamere was engulfed an a cloud of smoke. He had no time to protest, nor did he even get a chance to run. It was all too sudden, and he wouldn't remember this anyhow.

When the smoke cleared, a long haired child stood there, looking confused. This wasn't his village, and his mother was nowhere in sight. He had no weapon and frankly, he was afraid. 

((I have no idea how old to make him :'D BUT YES BABBY TRYN BEING A SHITLORD ))

[justanotherrpmeme]

Send ☟ to turn my muse into a child.

[frostedarcherashe]

Ashe grabbed her ice bow when she turned and scoured at his comment. "Well if you'd show some manners I could consider bedding with you...." She paused seeing the dumb look on his face. She walked up, tiny compared to his height as she waved her tiny hand in his face.

"Tryndamere? TRYNDAMERE!"

[freljordsrage]

He stared at her, his expression turning sour. "I'm still here, Ashe," he grumbled, her remark about bedding remaining ignored. He grabbed her hand, acting as if she was a sheet of glass ready to break if you even breathed on it. 

"Am I going to have to get armor on?"

[freljordsrage]

Late munday pictures.

Hi my name is Sean-Patrick and these are my two rats Jello and Barmy. Im in a trade school for networking, im 16 years old, and im a punk.

My summoner's name is Rat Punk and my best champion is either Twitch or Tryndamere. The resaon i got into LoL is because my friends from school showed me Vandal Twitch.

[freljordsrage]

The princess was light in his arms as she hugged his neck, kissing his cheek. "Thank you Papa! I can't wait to fight like you and Mama! Then I will be Queen right?"

He smiled a genuine smile, something he did very few times. "You'll be queen one day, dear. Maybe even the supreme overlord."

[freljordsrage]

((Im sorry guys i dont think i'll be able to RP for a while. Jello (my rat) had an abscess and im currently really upset about it. Im thinking about all the worse, even if it did just pop...))

[freljordsrage]

You got a pretty dumb looking helmet there, Barbarian King. Though on the plus side, it hides your face.

He grunts, just glaring at the grey-face. Luckily he had no weapon on him to cleave the shitlord in half.

((baby plz))

[frostedarcherashe]

➸ ❅ ♛ Ashe had awoken finally, having felt stiff and sore from the previous weeks battles. She strolled over to her mirror, having slipped out of her nightgown, exposing her smooth white skin when the door burst open, Ashe gritting her teeth as she stiffened, watching the Barbarian enter.

➸ ❅ ♛ ❝ You Oaf! I’m dressing! Don’t you ever knock!?❞ She shrieked, having covered herself. Barely.

[freljordsrage]

He barely even blinked as he set his eyes upon her, a faint smirk appearing on his lips. After s second of staring, he simply turned away, closing the door. He wasn’t making plans on leaving, but he would keep turned away just to be polite for once.

"Sorry, I thought you were already doing queen related things!" He retorted, his eyes staying on the wall. "I wasn’t raised to knock, I forget sometimes!"

[frostedarcherashe]

➸ ❅ ♛ Ashe quickly ran into her closet, pulling out her attire as she slipped them on. She then rested her boot on the edge of their bed, putting on her armor.

➸ ❅ ♛ ❝ You should try it, it’s a wonderful thing! What id I was fully naked?❞

[freljordsrage]

He turned, a shit eating grin just on his face. "Then I'd have no complaints in the world ever again." His arms crossed over his broad chest, his teeth clamping on the inside of his lip in thought. "Why are you getting dressed? It's barely noon." 

He thought, or at least he did, they had nothing planned today. Why was she getting suited up? Did that mean he had to too? Or was she just getting summoned to a fight without him? Too many questions raised in the barbarian's mind, leaving him with an all too silly look on his face. 

[freljordsrage]

((-smashes face on keyboard- Im replying.

ALSO WOULD YOU PEOPLE KINDLY GO FOLLOW MY GIRLFRIEND fortunafavefortis BECAUSE SHE JUST STARTED HER MF BLOG AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO THING. PLz FOLLOW HER, SHe'S GREAT.))

[freljordsrage]

The young girl beamed. "You could do that?! I wanna show mama I can fight! The six year old beamed, having tried to lift her fathers sword, but fell on her rear instead.

"I would do that for you! Though...we might have to get a smaller sword." He chuckled, scooping the girl up. "Mine is a bit big for you right now."

[waywardaristocrat]

I lack any munday content, so if you want to ask me questions, please do so. It's munday after all!

[freljordsrage]

[Sits and braids hair nonchalantly]

"..." And he just sits there without moving. He allowed few people to even touch him, but Ashe was something more. He sits without moving, a blank look on his face. It was oddly soothing, and it felt much better than having his hair clinging to his bare neck. 

((Fuckin' cuties))