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The showstopper

As she watched what was happening to the best of her abilities, she just remained silent. But as the rift opened and her stepped through it all her energy finally seemed to be drained. So falling fully asleep she was now at his will and couldn’t object to anything he wanted to do at this point.

a second later he past through the rift, setting foot in his domain. the sky was dark and lightning seemed to perpetually strike the earth. it was an enormous, dark castle, on an island that was suspended over a pit of lava, with a magic barrier swirling around it. he hands the barely conscious woman to a shade that appeared. “prepare a room. see that our guest is comfortable when she awakens.” he chuckled.

The showstopper

Seeing his shadow grow and feel him getting closer she soon was caught up to by him. His voice was booming and she was horrified by him. When he reached her and watched her, his foot caught a small bit of the fabric making it imposable for her to get away. Moving to try and pull her dress away, she was no match for his weight and size.

Red eyes narrowed at her. even now she couldnt must any words? very disappointing. “Do you even understand what I’m saying?” he questioned. he was directly addressing her and she wasnt responding. perhaps she was foreign? “I Like your music.” he stated, slowly and drawing out each word.

Looking up, she nodded as she turned translucent. There was fear in her eyes and mustering any words wasn’t going to happen. She was so small compared to the other, she stood no chance if he decided to end her. Swallowing she just continued to try to get away.

As she once more scrambled to try to escape, he rolled his eyes. “this is stupid.” he finally decided. he then reached down and lifted her with a single arm, turning and walking the way he came. as he walked, the shade appeared beside him once more. “the town is blockaded, my lord.” “good. consume anyone level five and above,and leave the rest. such miniscule energy is not worth my time.” “and what of your….” the shade looked the woman in his grasp. “….guest, my lord?” “thats for her to decided.” he chuckled.

As she was picked up with one arm she felt tears running down her cheeks. They were of fear and desperation. Then hearing that he wanted his men to consume some of the people she simply screamed in Ionian for him to not and for him to stop.

Ionian was something that she rarely spoke at this point in her life, but when she couldn’t think strait it was what came out. She would agree to anything if it meant not hurting the people of the town. They had so much more to live for and seeing life being taken away was something she couldn’t stand.

he groaned. oh, now she knows how to speak. “Silence, woman. lest you want more deaths.” he ordered. it wasnt that he couldnt understand her tongue, he just chose to ignore it for the moment.

Jade didn’t want more deaths to take place, so she shut up and stayed quiet. She still was in tears and crying but it was silent with the only evidence of her tears being the black streams going down her cheeks. It seemed like over an hour later when she finally drained herself and fell to a half slumber.

Over time she seemed to quiet down, and before long she seemed to literally cried herself to sleep. during that time, the iron revenant had made his way back up the hill and even farther to the base of the mountain. the shade soldier appeared beside him with a large orb in its hands, the size of a softball. it appeared to be made of glass with swirling greenish blue mist inside. mordekaiser accepted the orb and slowly crushed it in his hand, the mist inside swirling out and flowing into him.once this was done, he spoke once more. “prepare a gate. and retrieve the harp.” he instructed. the shade bowed and was gone. he then turned towards the mountain, where what appeared to be a gap in space tore itself into existence before him. with no hesitation, he stepped through the rift.

#goat blacksmith #i am ready

animus-et-pacem

//He doesn’t have to b to shop for items wtf. And he can give special upgrades to his team’s items.

#orn #love him already

shorthammertime

I DON’T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS! HE IS A YORDWARF TO ME! :P

Guess I will be playing Poppy in the jungle when I got an Ornn top, because she can E into his Q pillar :P Also love similiar his and Poppy’s E are, except his is a skillshot and it knocks up. Can’t wait to try him out when he comes out ^w^

ALSO HIS SKIN IS FUCKING AMAZING!

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Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO.

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The showstopper

Seeing his shadow grow and feel him getting closer she soon was caught up to by him. His voice was booming and she was horrified by him. When he reached her and watched her, his foot caught a small bit of the fabric making it imposable for her to get away. Moving to try and pull her dress away, she was no match for his weight and size.

Red eyes narrowed at her. even now she couldnt must any words? very disappointing. “Do you even understand what I’m saying?” he questioned. he was directly addressing her and she wasnt responding. perhaps she was foreign? “I Like your music.” he stated, slowly and drawing out each word.

Looking up, she nodded as she turned translucent. There was fear in her eyes and mustering any words wasn’t going to happen. She was so small compared to the other, she stood no chance if he decided to end her. Swallowing she just continued to try to get away.

As she once more scrambled to try to escape, he rolled his eyes. “this is stupid.” he finally decided. he then reached down and lifted her with a single arm, turning and walking the way he came. as he walked, the shade appeared beside him once more. “the town is blockaded, my lord.” “good. consume anyone level five and above,and leave the rest. such miniscule energy is not worth my time.” “and what of your….” the shade looked the woman in his grasp. “….guest, my lord?” “thats for her to decided.” he chuckled.

As she was picked up with one arm she felt tears running down her cheeks. They were of fear and desperation. Then hearing that he wanted his men to consume some of the people she simply screamed in Ionian for him to not and for him to stop.

Ionian was something that she rarely spoke at this point in her life, but when she couldn’t think strait it was what came out. She would agree to anything if it meant not hurting the people of the town. They had so much more to live for and seeing life being taken away was something she couldn’t stand.

he groaned. oh, now she knows how to speak. “Silence, woman. lest you want more deaths.” he ordered. it wasnt that he couldnt understand her tongue, he just chose to ignore it for the moment.

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

[SMS] → [UNKNOWN SENDER]: Oh no! Not your pizza! What a waste!!

@lordmordekaiser

lordmordekaiser:

at that, he looked up, once more looking over the gruesome scene that was once a hotel room. [text] not anymore it isnt.

[SMS] Way to give the staff a hell of a job to take care of. [SMS] If you want to get breakfast (or lunch, I guess) I know a nice place not far from work. Oh god she just sent that. ABORT. ABORT. [SMS] If you’re not busy at least.

he sighed, looking around the room, then to her message, which slowly pulled a tired smirk across his face. [text] Ophi, right? [text] everything in this room is either stained or broken and there is a female yordle in a gimp suit hanging from the ceiling fan. [text] no one can no what transpired here. he flopped back on his back on the bed, typing one last reply. [text] breakfast sounds amazing.

[SMS] There are so many questions and I really don’t want any of them answered. She provided the address of the book store. [SMS] I got you pizza, how about you get me lunch? And then we’re even and we can forget that all happened.

[text] I dont have the answers either. maybe thats for the best. [text] but lunch sounds good. after he typed the last message, he put his phone in his pocket and began rounding up all the women, one by one placing them on various pieces of furniture in yorick’s room a few doors down. finally, he grabbed the yordle from the ceiling fan and moved to set her outside, but she stood fine on her own. “wha.. you’re awake? were... were you holding on to that ceiling fan all night?” she said nothing, but that might have been due to the ball gag. she made no motion to remove it though, same with the blindfold. “look just...” he reached into his wallet and produced a thick stack of bills, which he handed to her. “not a word. got it?” she replied by tipping the blindfold up on one side to give him a wink and a thumbs up before marching off down the hall. he just stood there, shaking his head. he dipped back into the room, surveying the scene one last time before drawing a match and lighting it, pressing it to the stain on the far wall which quickly caught fire. he grabbed his jacket and closed the door, taking the elevator to the lobby. as he passed through the front door and down to the street, he could hear the smoke alarm blaring faintly from the hotel as he pulled out his phone. [text] on my way.

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

[SMS] → [UNKNOWN SENDER]: Oh no! Not your pizza! What a waste!!

@lordmordekaiser

lordmordekaiser:

at that, he looked up, once more looking over the gruesome scene that was once a hotel room. [text] not anymore it isnt.

[SMS] Way to give the staff a hell of a job to take care of. [SMS] If you want to get breakfast (or lunch, I guess) I know a nice place not far from work. Oh god she just sent that. ABORT. ABORT. [SMS] If you’re not busy at least.

he sighed, looking around the room, then to her message, which slowly pulled a tired smirk across his face. [text] Ophi, right? [text] everything in this room is either stained or broken and there is a female yordle in a gimp suit hanging from the ceiling fan. [text] no one can know what transpired here. he flopped back on his back on the bed, typing one last reply. [text] breakfast sounds amazing.

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

[SMS] → [UNKNOWN SENDER]: Oh no! Not your pizza! What a waste!!

@lordmordekaiser

lordmordekaiser:

[text] then i Guess I’ll change your name in my phone. [text] I’d introduce myself, but i think you know who i am.

She blinked. He was planning on keeping her name in his phone? Why the hell would he bother with that- [SMS]: Oh I’m aware. I imagine you’re passing through on tour? I mean, that is one of the nicest hotels in town.

at that, he looked up, once more looking over the gruesome scene that was once a hotel room. [text] not anymore it isnt.

The showstopper

Seeing his shadow grow and feel him getting closer she soon was caught up to by him. His voice was booming and she was horrified by him. When he reached her and watched her, his foot caught a small bit of the fabric making it imposable for her to get away. Moving to try and pull her dress away, she was no match for his weight and size.

Red eyes narrowed at her. even now she couldnt must any words? very disappointing. “Do you even understand what I’m saying?” he questioned. he was directly addressing her and she wasnt responding. perhaps she was foreign? “I Like your music.” he stated, slowly and drawing out each word.

Looking up, she nodded as she turned translucent. There was fear in her eyes and mustering any words wasn’t going to happen. She was so small compared to the other, she stood no chance if he decided to end her. Swallowing she just continued to try to get away.

As she once more scrambled to try to escape, he rolled his eyes. “this is stupid.” he finally decided. he then reached down and lifted her with a single arm, turning and walking the way he came. as he walked, the shade appeared beside him once more. “the town is blockaded, my lord.” “good. consume anyone level five and above,and leave the rest. such miniscule energy is not worth my time.” “and what of your....” the shade looked the woman in his grasp. “....guest, my lord?” “thats for her to decided.” he chuckled.

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

[SMS] → [UNKNOWN SENDER]: Oh no! Not your pizza! What a waste!!

@lordmordekaiser

lordmordekaiser:

he cleared his throat, noting how painfully dry it was. [text] noted.

[SMS]: Anyway, I should probably get back to work before a customer shows up. Or something. [SMS]: I’m Ophi, btw.

[text] then i Guess I’ll change your name in my phone. [text] I’d introduce myself, but i think you know who i am.

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

[SMS] → [UNKNOWN SENDER]: Oh no! Not your pizza! What a waste!!

@lordmordekaiser

lordmordekaiser:

He stared blankly at his phone. [text] that was awful. but i really walked into it.

[SMS]: Well I thought it was funny.

And that’s what counted dammit.

[SMS]: In any case, make sure to keep yourself hydrated so you can shake that hangover. C:

he cleared his throat, noting how painfully dry it was. [text] noted.

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

[SMS] → [UNKNOWN SENDER]: Oh no! Not your pizza! What a waste!!

@lordmordekaiser

lordmordekaiser:

he chuckled at that, regretting it when even the slight shaking of his body hurt his head. [text] sleep is for the weak. and me when i have nights like last night.

[SMS] It’s not even the weekend So…You could say it was… She grinned as she typed this, her face uncomfortably close to her screen. [SMS]: A weak-night?

He stared blankly at his phone. [text] that was awful. but i really walked into it.

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

[SMS] → [UNKNOWN SENDER]: Oh no! Not your pizza! What a waste!!

@lordmordekaiser

lordmordekaiser:

[text] I wont say im sorry, since I got some pizza out of it, but thank you. I cant help feeling like I owe you though.

[SMS] I don’t think so, I mean you gave me an amusing night. Even if it was for only an hour or so. [SMS] What else was I supposed to do? Sleep?

he chuckled at that, regretting it when even the slight shaking of his body hurt his head. [text] sleep is for the weak. and me when i have nights like last night.

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

[SMS] → [UNKNOWN SENDER]: Oh no! Not your pizza! What a waste!!

@lordmordekaiser

lordmordekaiser:

[text] horrible. but i’ve had worse. this is pizza fairy, I assume? i guess you helped me last night.

[SMS]: I don’t normally get texts in the middle of the night about dropped pizza. It was pretty amusing, thought I’d help you out is all. C:

[text] I wont say im sorry, since I got some pizza out of it, but thank you. I cant help feeling like I owe you though.

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

[SMS] → [UNKNOWN SENDER]: Oh no! Not your pizza! What a waste!!

@lordmordekaiser

lordmordekaiser:

‘Pizza fairy’? that couldnt be right. he left that name for her, obviously. but… who was she? and how in the hell did he get her number? he sighed. damage control time. [text] hello?

There was that buzzing, probably an email about a package or-…oh? Well then. This WAS a surprise.

[SMS]: So how’s the hangover?