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// indie nasus est. 8/11/17

[jackalbodied]

@deathbond​

   The threat of the traitorous archmagus was one too great to be ignored. Azir believed only a great confrontation would serve as an answer. However, the jackal had not given up hope of an alternative ( anything that could lessen the damage and bloodshed ). Nasus sought knowledge outside of the desert on his own accord.

   He had traveled north only to find constant battle between the kingdoms of Noxus and Demacia. The frozen wastes and sparse grasslands of the Freljord offered naught but hardship. Piltover and Zaun worshipped the machinations of man; nothing of use. He would not even bother with pirates or Yordles.

   Exhaustion of options is what led him to the Shadow Isles. Rumors of buried history and beings of undeath offered a ray of hope in the dark hellscape ( as strange as it may sound ). Legends mention that these lands were not always so bleak, but Nasus could not recall if he existed in that time. Deeper he journeyed, and worse the unease in his gut grew.

   “Such a heavy pall of death... how sadly familiar.”

[jackalbodied]

@ferro-cor

   The library of Bel’zhun had fallen to a disgraceful state since the Noxians had taken control. Having the desert conquered by foreigners was a strange thought, but much had happened since the fall of the empire. Enlightened on the current state of Shurima, Nasus had taken it upon himself to tend to the vaults of knowledge he once founded.

   Those of the common Noxian ilk appeared to indulge little in the pleasures of reading. The few who did visit were either upper-class or hailed from a different land entirely. It was disheartening to witness such content for ignorance among the masses. A lifetime’s worth of information lied beyond mere walls for the cost of only patience and time. Alas... perhaps it was best he focused on aiding the willing rather than converting the many.

   “--Taken an interest in that section, have you?”

[jackalbodied]

// whomstve would like a short starter

[gambler-carrd]

恕瑞玛

[lastrituals-a-blog]

hey do any of u like the band pentakill

[lastrituals-a-blog]

we still need to sell the 3000 shirts please help us

[jackalbodied]

rockslidesparrow:

      The busy city streets were not a place to find what the sparrow was looking for. She was but a baby bird bustling and bumping into vendors and travelers alike. There was no need to rush, but she felt as if there was a time limit. Taliyah knew she wouldn’t be able to see Azir in the public eye, unless there was a meeting that included all of the city, and she knew she would not be able to ever greet him in private chambers.

   Thus began the search for the emperor’s minions. One in particular…

   He was large, quiet, and rather grumpy from what the girl remembered. A secluded place with no people around might have been a better chance to find him. Or, perhaps he was in the palace with the emperor… Discussing plans to ruin and sacrifice her people to the sands and sun. Shivering at the thought, Taliyah could not think so horribly. It would just make her more worried about the situation at hand.

   The weaver trudged on, deciding to no longer think with that attitude. Following paths within the walls and slowly but surely making it to more secluded areas. She began to notice the decline in people. Soon enough it was just her in the tight fit walls… and stairs leading downwards. She had a feeling… something was calling her there.

   And so, the young girl turned her head and stepped slowly. Descending further and further downwards until she was greeted by large doors and a light burning on a stick. Gulping, she placed both hands upon the stone and heaved a breath. 

   Taliyah pushed the large door open, stepping inside on sand-kissed marble stone. There… there was the person she was looking for. How lucky, she thought. This place did seem like the man would enjoy. Dreary and dark… yes. Very much him.

   “ Just who I was looking for. “ She called out happily, closing the door from behind and trotting close but not too close to the ascended. Briefly, they had met. However the circumstances at the time made it difficult to really get acquainted. The jackal had knowledge and the girl had questions– many, many questions. 

   “ I need a favor from you, Nasus. “

   Ah, the child of the sands who saved the survivors of Vekaura. Nasus himself would have been trapped beneath tons of rock and rubble if not for her intervention. She acted much more heroically than the curator in the face of Xerath’s onslaught. Inspired by her while ashamed of his own reluctance, Nasus withheld great respect for the sparrow. Placing his utensils aside, the Ascended turned to face his guest.

   “Taliyah. It is good to see you well... I did not have an opportunity to properly thank you for your acts of selflessness.”

   Rising from his seat, the jackal stood full, his ancient armor and figure no longer covered in crude shawls and wrappings. So the little bird had a request, did she? It must be of great importance for her to journey so far simply to ask. Giving his full attention, Nasus spoke in an amicable tone.

   “--And what might this favor be, young one? I shall provide any aid within reason. It is the least I can do to repay you.”

   She may have come to ask a single favor, but once addressed her curiosity was bound to make more trivial inquiries. However, they were not under siege by Xerath’s magics this time, so yes, perhaps the scholar would entertain the girl with some answers.

[jackalbodied]

   The second coming of Shurima was something unexpected by all who inhabited the desert. Some immediately believed the rumors and began traveling, while others shrugged it off as mere fable or a trick to mislead caravans. Poverty, famine, drought, all had afflicted the land since the empire's fall at the hands of Xerath. By seemingly normal events was Sivir, the last known blood-related kin to emperor Azir, drawn to the Tomb of the Emperors. Left for dead by a betrayal (much like her ancestor) she would act as the catalyst for what soon followed.

   Nasus pondered if word had reached the far ends of the desert by now. Information was not something that traveled quickly in a wasteland, but secrets were not easily kept in Shurima. Though the waters of life flowed once more from the capital, Shurima's inhabitants would not benefit unless they returned to the city. The Ascended warrior merely shook his head, unsurprised by the wandering thoughts that entered his mind in solace as he copied a volume of "On The Properties of Xer'Sai and Outerbeasts" to a fresh tome.

   The confines of the Great Library was just one of many troves of knowledge Nasus resigned to in his times of stillness. Besides Azir, the emperor's sand soldiers, and occasionally himself, the city of Shurima had received little in the form of guests since the reformation of the Sun Disc. It was for that reason the jackal's ears rose at the sound of footsteps approaching the library's entrance.

   "Hm..?"

[a-minion-has-been-slain]

Nasus

[delicioussquid]

BROTHER

future things??

[syqy]

nasus for a friend