Herald-Of-The-End

"The crows cometh" Indie RP/ask blog for Fiddlesticks, the Harbinger of Doom. Please read headcanons before interacting.

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Scare Me

"MoooooNSteeeeeerrRr..."

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Scare Me

"YoU KiLLeD hIM. FilThY MaGE!"

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Scare Me

"EvElYnn... AgOnnny... PaIn... BLisS?"

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Scare Me

"ThEY ARe MIne to ConTROl! MiiiiNe!"

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Scare Me

"FoR jUst ONE Niiiiight... You ARe MIIIIIne..."

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Scare Me!

"SoRrOW and... MiiiiSERyyyyyyy..."

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OK, so...

This blog is probably not going to suddenly become active again anytime in the near future, but I’m feeling a bit inspired to do something.

Send in Scare Me and I’ll make a custom Fiddlesticks taunt for your muse.

Who here wants to hear their past their past traumas regurgitated to them in the voice of a demonic scarecrow?

[reapersscarecrow]

I’m still super-indecisive about what to do with this blog, but I HAVE decided that I wanna branch out and try RPing in other fandoms. I already have a character in mind, so I just need to get around to making their blog.

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Sometimes I debate whether or not should just archive this blog again. My muse for Fiddle fluctuates constantly with only small spikes here and there. Plus, the scarecrow doesn’t get nearly as much attention as Aatrox and Xerath blogs. I like writing for this guy, but RPing with him, even with the new lore, is really hard.

My choice to revive this blog was honestly brought about by the excitement of that new lore, but as much as I love “To Our End,” it leaves things far too open-ended. IDK. I’ll mull it over. Chances are that if I do archive again, I’ll branch out and try a new muse. Maybe even dive into another fandom to expand my horizon beyond League champs.

[reapersscarecrow]

Sometimes I debate whether or not should just archive this blog again. My muse for Fiddle fluctuates constantly with only small spikes here and there. Plus, the scarecrow doesn’t get nearly as much attention as Aatrox and Xerath blogs. I like writing for this guy, but RPing with him, even with the new lore, is really hard.

My choice to revive this blog was honestly brought about by the excitement of that new lore, but as much as I love “To Our End,” it leaves things far too open-ended. IDK. I’ll mull it over. Chances are that if I do archive again, I’ll branch out and try a new muse. Maybe even dive into another fandom to expand my horizon beyond League champs.

[reapersscarecrow]

TFW when you find a really good list of sentence starters that would perfect for your muse to send, but not exactly receive.

[on-cerulean-wings]

Open Starter!

[reapersscarecrow]

on-cerulean-wings:

Quinn was shivering at the aura the other was giving off, slowly turning to look at the crow next to Valor, who had already began taking a defensive stance, as if ready to strike.

Her attention then slowly turned back to the scarecrow, her breathing slow but heavy as she thought about what it had said, trying to snap back into consciousness. “W-what do you mean? I’m nothing like you!” She exclaimed, unsure of what the being had meant.

Fiddlesticks simply stood there moment. “...You are right. We are so little alike. However, we share one common trait, girl; we are bringers of death, heralded by winged beasts.” The crow flew away from Valor and perched on the tip of the scarecrow’s scythe.

“But I do wonder: why business does one like you have a place like this? prowling around in the dark at such late hours can be a very dangerous thing...”

[infinite-xerath]

My muses on magic and swords

Xerath: “Swords are primitive and woefully inconvenient. Magic is a far superior means to subvert one’s enemies and make them cower.”

Aatrox: “Magic has its uses, it tends to be far too unpredictable and uncontrollable for mortals to use properly. A sword will never betray you…”

Fiddlesticks: “Who cares? Just make your enemies suffer and die!”

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The skies above were grey as a flock of crows soared over them, a single black spot moving in a sea of grey. Beneath them, an ominous figure lumbered forward, his purpose known only to him…

[reapersscarecrow]

The skies above were grey as a flock of crows soared over them, a single black spot moving in a sea of grey. Beneath them, an ominous figure lumbered forward, his purpose known only to him...

[on-cerulean-wings]

Open Starter!

[reapersscarecrow]

on-cerulean-wings:

Valor fell silent, not even so much as a defiant caw coming from him. This was a first that Quinn had ever seen, swallowing hard as she stared at the scarecrow before scrambling into her back. She remembered vaguely what an ally of hers had once told her to do if she had ever ran into evil, supernatural forces.

Now presenting a piece of silver forged into a holy symbol and a vial of salt, Quinn shoved these in front of her. ”Begone! I know not what you are, but I do know that your kind has a particular version to salt and silver!”

Fiddlesticks returned his gaze to the girl, and stared. She produced something: a strange symbol and a container of small white crystals. The Harbinger suddenly laughed. “I am not undead, girl... I am something far, far worse.”

In truth, there were but two things that could repel the Harbinger of Doom: fire and light. Of course, Quinn need not know that... “But I am not going to hurt you. Birds of a feather flock together, as they say...” The scarecrow chuckled ominously, referring to the fact that one of his crows had perched beside Valor.

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A Rare Encounter

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noxianboxer:

Fast perhaps wasn’t the correct word. Agile, nimble on his feet would be better suited. Endless hours of training had made his foot work second to none and his reaction time was up to the challenge of keeping up with it. Perhaps this is the sole reason he was able to keep on the thin spindly form of the the scarecrow until finally he felt his fist connect. It wasn’t the same feel as yielding flesh but he felt it all the same, a slight smirk coming to his lips once he saw the flame alight upon the scarecrow’s cloth body.

Any smugness was wiped clean though as another one of those screeches were let loose and out of nowhere the sound of frantically flapping wings and echoed cawing assaulted his senses. Instinctively Canus ducked out, putting distance between the two in anticipation of another attack. What he saw though, was a small swarm of crows smothering the creature and the fire before vanishing quick as they came, leaving only the unmoving form of Fiddlesticks. Gone was that ethereal green glow from his eyes, which did nothing but put him on edge. Everything about this specter was new. Unknown. Just what kind of tricks could he expect next?

“….You’ve one last chance to walk away, scarecrow. One final mercy. I suggest you take it.”

Fiddlesticks did not move. He did not speak. And semblance of life that he seemed to have possessed was gone. Suddenly, the wood-and-cloth husk fell face-first into the grass, remaining motionless. It truly seemed that whatever force was animating the scarecrow was gone... At least for now.

The Harbinger was still present, but he had gone dormant. The anger, the desire to kill and cause fear... It had reminded him who and what he truly was, and the magic binding him to the scarecrow, in a final effort to restrain the prisoner, had forced him into a sort of slumbering state. Of course, Canus had no way to know what was going on...