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Sylas | est. 5.5.19

[screenshotsofdespair]

[holyunholy]

[rebelmagic]

“Violence.”

[swurp]

your honor i was just being a little silly

[cecelovesrats]

[cecelovesrats]

[cecelovesrats]

[cecelovesrats]

[rebelmagic]

// my Sylas muse has been in and out for a while now, but I am feeling a lot of love for this gentle lost boy turned feral animal that prides himself on how hard he can bite people :-)

[rebelmagic]

Though he uses them for those under his care without reservation, Sylas typically finds an excuse to avoid Demacia’s many safe-haven caves, in part due to healthy claustrophobia, an inability to swim, and his unwieldy remaining restraints.

There’s always a debatably noble commendation to be given to a man stubborn enough to risk taking the long way around. You know. For the group.

[rebelmagic]

Demacia is the sort of place ripe with easily eroded stones and minerals, and therefore, is most likely harbor to large cave systems throughout the countryside that wandering adventurers and various no-gooders wade through for any variety of their own reasons. Runaway mages, too, have no doubt established their own routes through and to these caves for hiding themselves or storing valuables until a safer date. Sylas finds these safe havens indispensable, using them for his skirmishes, supply storage, or even complete encampments. Oral recounts of notable underground landmarks are already known among most of his refugees, and if not, pass between them quickly to inform one party or another how safe it is at what depth and turn. Mages that produce light with their abilities avoid mapping a system outright, preferring to assist others in their safe travels throughout personally and without greater risk of the route or refuge seized or trapped.

The caves may not be the most dignified shanties of the rebellion, given the shared yearning for light outside of the common muck, but they’re mighty bit harder for heavily armored soldiers to squeeze through and around than they are the half starved masses.

[rebelmagic]

// I need. A Viego outlet.

[rebelmagic]

( “mint where have you been for the past like, 8 months?” well kids ive been at Hell Job Corporate dealing with a hemorrhaging turnover rate and vaccination distribution for a major pandemic so I simply Have Not Been. anyway how are you? )

[rebelmagic]

“Magic is ‘unlawful’. The chains can be messy. Talking about it never gets anything done. There’s really no other choice than to start biting people when they piss me off, is there?”

[rebelmagic]

“Sometimes I lie about ownership of a crime just to make the news... Just kidding! No I’m not. Yes I am. Not.”

[rebelmagic]

“Loneliness is an unexpected cost of some of my freedoms. There are... moments where it doesn’t matter how many people find refuge within my protection, nor how many years I spent truly alone within those cold stone walls. There is something undeniably alienating about our exile that seeds itself in my heart like a empty pit...”

[rebelmagic]

“Cannot tell you how happy I am to still have my nonexistent mythical magical liver.”

[rebelmagic]

Invasive medical experimentation and weapon testing..... it’s no wonder he has this much hate in his heart.

[rebelmagic]

Yet another sleepless night, and he’s passing it the only way his little hedonistic brain knows how. By throwing pebbles he’s found around camp in the air to catch and throw and catch again.

He hopes no one hears the hollow thunk of a smooth one slipping from his grasp to bounce off his forehead. Nor the startled yelp and metallic clatter that follows after.

[rebelmagic]

// lost in the sauce of all my league favs lately. Shen. Jhin. Sylas. I cannot conjure proper thought and yet I am driven to babble on about them

[rebelmagic]

// actually going to revive @spiritsworn​ for a while because I want to be stupid