[ravnsouls]

The End

I’ve been putting this off for a long time now. It’s been done and gone for some time, but I could never bring myself to write the words and lay this thing to rest. I’ve been gone from the League RP community for years now, and I don’t know if more than a handful of the people I interacted with are still active to this day.

But the time has come to lay this old soul to rest for good. The whole blog will be turned into something else, though the old posts will remain up. If any old soul wants to find pieces of the past, the archive will remain there for you.

Thank you to all who wrote with me across these many years. I hope that you’re still writing to this day, living your hundred lives in a thousand worlds. Never stop dreaming, my friends. Just don’t be afraid to leave a dream behind once it has served its purpose.

[frostbitten-seeker]

Lost

[ravnsouls]

frostbitten-seeker‌:

Kathe didn’t sit. Instead, her eyes remained transfixed upon the woman that sat in the chair opposite her. 

His chair. 

The quick flash of anger was quelled by the next words that left Twilia’s mouth. Murdered…? How could he have been murdered. Knight was vigilant…He was a skilled Crow and a member of Piltover’s Police Department…He was watched by so many people..

“No…No, you’re lying.” She shook her head, feeling her knees begin to grow weak. Nausea churned in her gut, and she backed up a bit to lean against the wall “No, no…He can’t be…”

@warden-knightcipher​

Twilia sighed again. This had been expected, from everything that Knight had told her about Kathe, but it didn’t make the job any easier. She understood loss....understood it very well. But now wasn’t the time to worry about her own history. 

“I have no reason to summon you here only to lie to you, Miss Reveren. If my interest was in the untimely removal of Knight, the destabilization of the city he so loved, or anything else nefarious, then summoning you here would only complicate things.” she said. Her words were cold, but kept such only because she herself was trying to focus on the facts. There hadn’t been time for her to begin processing his loss, either.

“...take what time you need. You know better than I how to make this office comfortable for yourself. I’ll answer any questions that I’m able to.”

@frostbitten-seeker​

[summoner-renzus]

Knightfall

[ravnsouls]

summoner-renzus‌:

[ previously ]

Listening to the strange woman recount the last moments of Knight’s life was difficult to process. While the loss of a Crow stung in its own particular way, losing Knight felt personal. He was a friend, something that Renzus gave very few souls the privilege of being.

Although he didn’t quite trust Twilia just yet, her story, and her recounting, felt sincere. The First Crow was an expert at reading people; you couldn’t reach his station in life without a mastery in that skill. He knew of ORACLE, Knight’s task force here in Piltover; they were a group with goals that very much aligned with the Crows’, even if they were confined here to the City of Progress.

“Whoever killed Knight likely didn’t do so without significant motivation.” Renzus heaved a weary sigh, putting a hand to his head and rubbing his eyebrows. There would be time to process his grief later; now, there was a mystery to solve. “At this point, I would suspect the killer wasn’t acting alone. Someone, or a group of someones, wanted Knight out of the way. We need to find out why.”

The First Crow walked across the table, looking Twilia in her eyes. His grey eyes were steel shards, honed by cold focus. “I’ll put it simply. My name is Renzus. Knight worked for me. From now on, until we get to the bottom of this, you work for me, too. Understood?”

“You may believe what you like, Renzus, but understand this. I have never blindly followed orders in my life. Not back in Vak’salli, not for any of the years that I worked as a hunter. Not even when I worked for Knight, and he knew that. But out of respect to him, out of an alignment of our goals, and out of the knowledge that the life I owed to Knight must now fall on the shoulders of another until he is avenged, I will work with you.” she replied coolly. There was no hint of threat, only a certain inner poise. A touch of self-assured nobility from confidence in their own skills. 

She glanced over the office, knowing not to touch a single thing. Every detail mattered, in a case like this. Every last one, and she had already filled half a notebook with notes from the office alone, not to mention the fallen warden’s home. 

“His body remains at his home, where he expired. There were no signs of a forced entry here or at his home, nor signs of tampering with the water main or air circulation. The last thing he consumed was street fare from a food cart that frequents the corner of Third and Goldview, which is the most likely means by which he ingested the poison. ‘Petricitus’ is most often consumed orally or via injection.” She began listing facts as she made a motion with one hand to the door, her eyes never leaving the steel grey’s of Renzus. But she was clearly someone who, despite the short time afforded her, was pulling what pieces existed together. 

@summoner-renzus​

[frostbitten-seeker]

Lost

[ravnsouls]

frostbitten-seeker‌:

Kathe stood frozen in the doorway as she stared at this unfamiliar woman who was seated in the desk’s chair. His chair.

“Who are you?” She asked, her fingers twitching as she almost instinctively reached for the hunting knife that always rested at her side. Always be vigilant. Your enemy strikes when you let your guard down. “And why are you here? Where is Warden Arkencipher? Where is Knight?”

Cold fear was gripping at the huntress’ chest. She could feel it coiling around her heart like a snake, and small tremors shook her fingers as dread clung to her like a cloud. What was going on? 

“Did you send the letter?”

@warden-knightcipher​

“You may call me Twilia. I am-....or, I suppose, I was an associate of our mutual companion, Knight. I imagine that you are feeling confused, fearful, hurt. It...may be best for you to sit down before I continue.” she began, motioning to the chair in front of the desk. 

She took a deep breath, her gold eyes fixed on Kathe as she studied the woman in front of her. It was clear that she was a very capable individual herself, leaving little room to question Knight’s judgement on his actions in her favor. 

“To answer your question...Knight is dead. He was murdered, and I will not rest until I find his killer.”

@frostbitten-seeker​

[summoner-renzus]

Knightfall

[ previously ]

“He was a little busy trying to enact his contingencies, dark one. The man did not want his life’s work to go to waste, and knew he was staring oblivion in the face.” came a feminine voice from one of the corners of Knight’s office. The lights were dark, the curtains drawn, but clearly the office was occupied. With measured steps, a woman stepped forward, dressed in fine clothes of dark red and purple. Luminous gold eyes, like those of a bird of prey, watched every reaction that the stranger made.

“What interests me, dark one, is why *you* are here. No one has come calling to see him since he perished yesterday. You are the first…and I want to know who comes calling after a dead man.”

Almost immediately, Renzus’ defensive instincts kicked in as soon as he set foot inside the office, and the familiar presence of his fellow Crow was noticeably absent. When the woman made her presence known, telling him that his friend and colleague was dead, it was only his ironclad discipline holding him back from drawing his sidearm and emptying the magazine.

“I came in to check on a friend who was, as I said, very behind on submitting his paperwork. What little my organization requires, but when he sent no word, no indication that he was active, I felt the need to investigate.” Renzus approached the table, slowly and carefully closing the door to his office behind him, the lock falling into place with an audible click. The implication was clear, of course; he would permit neither of them to leave without satisfactory answers.

“I can tell we’re both busy individuals, so I’ll cut to the chase. Who are you?” The First Crow held both hands behind his back, fists clenched until his knuckles were white. He didn’t know if this mysterious woman would notice, but the former Summoner’s arcane powers were building invisibly, ready to lash out in a moment’s notice. “Why is Knight dead?”

@warden-knightcipher

[ravnsouls]

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"He was murdered, as it happens. The culprit is yet to be found, but their methods were quite clever. A unique poison, one tailored to kill magic users while leaving those who lack such talents unharmed. 'Petricitus Allorum', I believe it was named." she replied, momentarily skipping his first question. A few steps further towards the desk and she was better illuminated by the light of the city outside, filtering past grey curtains. Sharply pointed ears were framed by dark red-brown hair, shoulder length.

"He was left paralyzed as the poison killed him, over the course of nearly two weeks, as he burned through his magic to try and keep himself alive. Had he been attuned to any other affinity or element, he certainly would have died sooner. But all this I learned from him in his final moments. I had been away, performing a job for him for three weeks in Shurima, tracking a group of voidspawn. I found him at the brink, and before I could call for aid, he barked at me to halt. He needed to tell me a series of codes, known only to him and never written down....so I could continue in his place, he said. He also told me that ORACLE was not the only group to which he answered." she said, looking down at one of her hands. The last point of contact she had had with him.

"...you can call me Twilia. I was his agent, in exchange for him saving my life. I owed him all, and yet while I was working for him, I was unable to give him back the life he had given to me. I will not stop until I find the one who killed him."

[frostbitten-seeker]

Lost

“Ms. Reveren, 

At your earliest opportunity, please visit the office. There are important matters to discuss.

 -The Office of Warden Knight Arkencipher”

Kathe stared down at the paper with furrowed brows as the airship beneath her rumbled softly through the skies that surrounded Piltover. She had received the letter a week or so prior, and had attempted to get to the City of Progress as quickly as travel from the Freljord allowed. It had been a rough journey, what with winter rolling in and rearing its ugly head. It had been a miracle that the airship had gotten off the ground at all. 

Still, here she was. 

Stepping from the mechanical behemoth and onto the pristine streets, the huntress quickened her pace towards the police station. Her feet carried her there almost instinctually, worry clear on her features as a multitude of thoughts ran through her mind. Knight never called her ‘Ms.Reveren’. 

The thoughts worsened. 

Picking up her pace to a brisk jog, Kathe eventually pushed her way through the doors to the police station. The other officers felt like they weren’t even there. She didn’t pay them any mind. Knight would be in his office like he always was, and glance up with that smile that he wore on rare occasions when she arrived without needing repairs on her prosthesis. She was worrying too much. Right…?

The sound of his office door creaking open as she pushed against it was almost deafening. 

“Knight…?”

@warden-knightcipher

[ravnsouls]

The office was dead silent, but someone unfamiliar was seated at his desk. Everything was as Kathe remembered it: meticulously organized and cleaned, with the same fixtures she knew. The spear head that she had brought him two years ago from a dig site. The first hextech core she had had installed in her original prosthetic arm. Several small brass clockwork devices he had assembled himself. A number of pieces of artwork depicting scenes of the city.

Everything was the same...save for the woman seated at the desk, clothed in dark red and purple attire. It didn't fit the city's styles...Kathe, with her sharp eyes, could see that it was made by hand, with a pattern foreign to Piltover's measured lines.

"Kathe Reveren...Avarosan, citizen or Piltover by immigration, papers signed personally by Knight Arkencipher. A hunter....something I can appreciate. Please...be seated." she said evenly, though her accent clearly marked her as foreign.

What could a woman so foreign to Piltover be doing in the seat of a man whose life was dedicated to his city?

[ravnsouls]

"You've been very late on reports, Knight."

"He was a little busy trying to enact his contingencies, dark one. The man did not want his life's work to go to waste, and knew he was staring oblivion in the face." came a feminine voice from one of the corners of Knight's office. The lights were dark, the curtains drawn, but clearly the office was occupied. With measured steps, a woman stepped forward, dressed in fine clothes of dark red and purple. Luminous gold eyes, like those of a bird of prey, watched every reaction that the stranger made.

"What interests me, dark one, is why *you* are here. No one has come calling to see him since he perished yesterday. You are the first...and I want to know who comes calling after a dead man."

[moved3677]

Reblog if

You are still going to be here after the change. If your characters and relationships you’ve made on this shit storm of a site, is too important to abandon.

[lost-prince-of-corona]

Please reblog this is if you would rp with trans muses.

I see a lot of people unwilling to rp with me because my muse is trans, and because of that I feel nobody in the rp community ever will. So, yeah, reblog if you would rp with trans muses (nonbinary muses included).

[frostbitten-seeker]

Maintenance

[ravnsouls]

frostbitten-seeker:

It had been a few months since Kathe had been in Piltover, but it seemed the city was as busy as ever. As she departed the airship, she was soon once again part of the ever flowing river that was the main thoroughfare. Honestly, did these people every stop moving to appreciate what was around them? What was the point of such gaudy buildings if nobody ever stopped to look up at them once in a while?

She hurried along to avoid getting trampled, eventually finding herself at the hospital she knew so well. How long had it been now, since she had finally been released? The Freljordian glanced down at her arm, watching the metal glint in the sunlight, and she smiled. To think that she was even standing here now.

Pushing her way inside, she was eventually admitted with a few smiles and exchanged greetings and a “Cipher will be notified that you’re here”.

Knight…Wonder what he was up to these days. While Kathe was preparing for the winter months, what was he doing? Probably the same as usual, she suspected. Sitting behind a desk or hunting criminals…or something in-between.

She waited in one of the many hospital rooms, swinging her mechanical legs slowly as she waited for both Knight and her doctor. Tune ups before she disappeared for the entire winter were usually a good idea, and they needed to make sure that the prosthetic could survive Freljord’s harsh storms. The hunter looked up as the door was opened, smiling at who entered. 

@warden-knightcipher

Kathe’s visit had been expected, even if he had not known precisely when she would arrive. With time came familiarity, patterns, repetition; things that even the agent himself could not help but fall prey to, from time to time. But he had been working with a new associate of his, a gifted woman with a talent for hextech in addition to so unique skills of her own. She had long, dark hair that she wore back in a braid, piercing eyes of gold, and features sharp enough to almost cut the air as she walked. Clearly athletic, but skin darker than almost any that could be found in Piltover, though that wasn’t saying much. Foreign to the City, but beyond that, a mystery...if one were to guess, however, their first would likely be the deserts of Shurima. 

The two entered the hospital room that Kathe had been waiting in, and for once, Knight met her smile with his own. It had been a good week, quieter than most, and that reprieve gave him enough space to breathe, at least for the time being.

“Well, I’m glad to see you haven’t gotten any new metal pieces, Kathe, no matter how well you wear the ones you have.” He chuckled. “But I’m happy to see you here before the winter sets in. I hope the hunts have been good for you and your village, but knowing you, I shouldn’t have to worry too much.”

He motioned to the woman accompanying him, who gave a short, polite bow. She smiled at Kathe with a warmth that was almost unexpected, given the intensity that she usually wore. 

“Kathe, I’d like you to meet Agent Risha. She and I have been working together for the past few months, and when she heard that you had arrived, she asked if she could meet you. I hope you don’t mind her joining us here.”

[ravnsouls]

Shadowed Wings

[ravnsouls]

celestial-s-feathers:

warden-knightcipher:

Just as he resigned himself to his fate, accepting that he would likely die here, pinned beneath a wreck on a world he didn’t even know the name of, he spied a figure…perhaps two, off in the distance. Between the burning in his eyes from the smoke and his broken focus from the pain, he couldn’t tell who…or what the figure was. 

“Tch…..I would hope that I’m not hallucinating…but given how far this ordinary assignment has gone to shit, I don’t know what to believe.” He coughed to himself, before summoning what strength he could to call out.

“HEY! I don’t know if you….cough, cough…can understand me, but if you can, I could use…some help!”

@celestial-s-feathers

For them it was another day, a day to visit one of their latest creations. The planet was young, sparsely inhabited, yet the flora was abundant and colorful.

Green orbs roamed the landscape until they suddenly fell on what looked like a pile of iron and wood that slowly took fire, a dense column detached from that mound. The curiosity of one of the figures took them there while the other tried to persuade the first that looked like a woman to retire, but something stopped her “signs of life” there were people there and she could not leave them in that place, it was enough to hear a cry for help to make her fly immediately approaching the place.

- stop, we do not know their intentions - said one and the other in a worried voice added - we will not know if we do not approach brother - surrendered to her decision she advanced , her brother helped her to remove some parts of the structure without making the situation worse - Speak stranger, speak once again … - she said, behind the woman , the man she called brother was ready to attack if it were necessary .

The hulk shifted at the actions of these unfamiliar beings, causing the man to wince in preparation of more pain yet to come...but, fortunately, the one moving parts of the wreck knew what they were doing. The figures that showed themselves were entirely unfamiliar to him, almost making him believe that he was, in fact, hallucinating. But real or not, the pain was there, and he still could not remove his mangled arm from the wreck, no matter how he shifted. It was almost laughable, had it not been so grim; he was forced in to a kneeling position, his arm twisted back behind him such that he had no other way but to remain as he was. 

“....Knight....is my name, if you have any need of it. I know not who you are...but if you see me as a trespasser, I hope only that my death is swift.” He spoke, his features inscrutable behind the mask of his pain. “But if your intentions are higher....well, I am in no position to do aught but plead for you help. In the end, what is left of my life is yours to use, isn’t it?” 

He would have chuckled had he not choked on some of his own blood, even though there was no humor to be found.

[ravnsouls]

The Eyes of ORACLE (OPEN)

[ravnsouls]

perspecivemage:

warden-knightcipher:

There was no such thing as a routine mission when it came to ORACLE. The organization existed for the explicit purpose of finding and handling things that existed outside of the routine, as quickly and efficiently as possible. There were, however, some broader topics that were followed, such as people of interest entering the city.

The individuals were always more than what the police needed to take note of; they never had access to the dossiers on them to begin with. But ORACLE was always watching, and on this day in particular, Knight was waiting for his mark to come his way. This coffee shop was popular enough to provide good cover with the crowd, but anyone headed deeper into the city would be using Bronzeheart Street to get there. 

Now is was just a matter of time until his mark appeared.

Deliveries up into Piltover where uncommon enough, but one that lead him to the upper class districts where as rare as a brown Poro. Vern didn’t like it. While Piltover looked like a fancy, care free city of progress the residence seemed quite paranoid about outsiders and each other with sensors and eyes watching most ways someone could sneak or leap into that ego filled section of the city.

Vern decided it would probably be best to move with the crowds which worked decently leading up to one of the major intersections. Vern could tell someone was particularly watching for someone else. He couldn’t see who yet, or if they where looking for him specifically, but Vern didn’t want to chance it in this populated area.

He move to walk on the sidewalk opposite from the shop. Pausing for a moment he allowed one of the robots to pass him so whoever was watching couldn’t get a proper view of him until he was already walking past.

The man was waiting patiently, scanning the many faces in search of the one described to him earlier at HQ. They didn’t know if this individual was expecting to be watched, or if they were skilled in evading surveillance, but a voice crackled to life in his ear just as he lifted his cup to take another sip.

“Person of Interest located. Current position is fifteen meters northeast, traveling swiftly.”

To anyone else, the voice would sound like that of a drone reading off some fact sheet, but Knight knew it to be Moira’s. She ran surveillance for this sector, though years ago an accident had destroyed her vocal chords, leaving her instead with a speaker from which a computerized voice would speak for her. She must have been on the cameras for this area and gotten a better view from up high. 

“Aye, and what a lovely day it is.” He replied, standing and leaving in the direction she had indicated. “Truly a crime to be rushing so quickly instead of enjoying the walk. Let’s have a little chat, shall we?” 

His voice was soft, mostly to himself, but it also had the coded reply for Moira signaling that he got her message. It wouldn’t be long now before he would catch up to Vern...barring any unforeseen difficulties, of course.

@perspecivemage​

[ravnsouls]

Shadowed Wings

Piltover was something of the air capital of the known world, with only Zaun able to produce airships that could be considered within the same ‘class’ as Piltover. But no other nation was capable of much more than air balloons, even when augmented by magic, due to just how rare strong mages were within the world of Runeterra. 

This did not, however, mean that even Piltover’s airships were completely safe. Accidents happened, sure, but usually they were few and far between....and rarely involved top-of-the-line ships like the one that Knight was aboard now. But then, a rift between two worlds fell into that category of ‘few and far between’. 

The crew of the ship had less than a minute to react to the strange, shadowy vortex that ripped open before them, hardly long enough for the full blown panic to set in. Knight managed to grab his satchel of gear and reach the top side of the craft before seeing what loomed ahead of them...and then it all went black. The craft shuddered and shook, along to the cacophony of twisting metal and splintering wood. Light hit those abovedecks only a few moments later....but it only highlighted their doom. 

A strange landscape awaited them as the ship hurtled towards the ground, the various parts meant to keep the ship airborn having been ripped to pieces, leaving only a twisted hulk of metal and wood about two thousand feet in the air. Of the crew of thirteen that set out with the ship, Knight saw perhaps three of them now, desperately clinging to parts of the vessel before impact. 

The next thing Knight was aware of was smoke, mixed with dust. He coughed, feeling pain shoot through his torso, as he opened his eyes. He was alive...for the moment, at least, before horrific pain shoot through his left arm. He glanced over, seeing the metal prosthetic hopelessly twisted and trapped in a piece of metal scrap that formerly belonged to the ship. Blood was seeping out of the joint where the mechanical arm met his normal, human flesh, though he could feel pains through his legs and torso, as well. 

Just as he resigned himself to his fate, accepting that he would likely die here, pinned beneath a wreck on a world he didn’t even know the name of, he spied a figure...perhaps two, off in the distance. Between the burning in his eyes from the smoke and his broken focus from the pain, he couldn’t tell who...or what the figure was. 

“Tch.....I would hope that I’m not hallucinating...but given how far this ordinary assignment has gone to shit, I don’t know what to believe.” He coughed to himself, before summoning what strength he could to call out.

“HEY! I don’t know if you....cough, cough...can understand me, but if you can, I could use...some help!”

@celestial-s-feathers

[cirathiel]

02021016 by CelestialBird

Oc/Art © @cirathiel

[ravnsouls]

The Eyes of ORACLE (OPEN)

There was no such thing as a routine mission when it came to ORACLE. The organization existed for the explicit purpose of finding and handling things that existed outside of the routine, as quickly and efficiently as possible. There were, however, some broader topics that were followed, such as people of interest entering the city.

The individuals were always more than what the police needed to take note of; they never had access to the dossiers on them to begin with. But ORACLE was always watching, and on this day in particular, Knight was waiting for his mark to come his way. This coffee shop was popular enough to provide good cover with the crowd, but anyone headed deeper into the city would be using Bronzeheart Street to get there. 

Now is was just a matter of time until his mark appeared.

[ravnsouls]

The Eyes of ORACLE (OPEN)

There was no such thing as a routine mission when it came to ORACLE. The organization existed for the explicit purpose of finding and handling things that existed outside of the routine, as quickly and efficiently as possible. There were, however, some broader topics that were followed, such as people of interest entering the city.

The individuals were always more than what the police needed to take note of; they never had access to the dossiers on them to begin with. But ORACLE was always watching, and on this day in particular, Knight was waiting for his mark to come his way. This coffee shop was popular enough to provide good cover with the crowd, but anyone headed deeper into the city would be using Bronzeheart Street to get there. 

Now is was just a matter of time until his mark appeared.

[ravnsouls]

Return?

I’ve considered becoming active here several times recently, but I feel like my long spell of silence has driven away most of my former partners. I was also pretty bad about managing threads beyond the first few replies.

I fell like the character is solid, but it would take time to browse and locate new RP partners. So I guess send me a message, or like this, if you’d ever be interested in an rp. 

Never a bad time to begin again.