#chapter intro

[wondon23-the-drowned-kid]

 AT FUCKING FINELY IM BACK have sum lore before asking people but annoucing now chapter 1 let the hunt begins (AND IM SORRY FOR THE LORE BUT I WAS LAZY TODAY OK SO SOME DRAWINGS ARE SHIT HATERS BUZZ OFF)

well bois FEEL FREE TO ASK ALL OF THEM NOW !

[mistbornbaby]

I am slowly coming to understand that anonymity, like so many other things, has already been lost to me forever.

Kinda funny that this comes right after the “Hey look it’s the Lord Ruler’s journal!!” bit of last chapter

[shuriman-armordillo-blog]

Chapter 2- A Kingdom Built on Sand

Rammus awoke from his rest in his tent. Today was the day he would choose a house before approaching Azir personally. He would question the emperor and ask him for his own demands while also progressing his plans.

Xerath was probably long gone from his meeting with the snake’s informant, but it nothing was done with the information. It wasn’t a necessity for his plan. He sat up and smiled before walking out onto the streets and closing the tent with a enchanted rope made of rocks. Any attempt to enter the tent would turn the invader into stone. He began to walk through the crowds of Shuriman citizens that had flocked to the capital. He approached the general keeper of the houses present in the Capital. He gave him a good look. Yep, he was a conjuration from the sand Rammus simply walked on. He chose a house and moved his more personal belongings into the house. It was a decent house on the outer regions on the capital. He looked out it’s window into the abyss below. The house was located on the side of the walls of the abyss that surrounded the Capital. Of course, it had a bottom, but its just what Rammus called it. Anyways, underground and on the outer reaches of the capital is just what Rammus wanted. From there he could begin his plotting and scheming. He chuckled. What a funny way to put his plans.

Rammus was laughing by now. He had given Nasus the Mirage Blade and revealed his hourglass to Xerath. It would be stupid for a magician to reveal his greatest trick. The best part is Rammus’ greatest artifacts wasn’t even all that hard to get. He reached his hands behind his shell and, from within his shell, brought out a book with a wooden spine and cover. It’s pages were made of hardened sand similar to Rammus’ shell. What he held before him was the Book of the Armadillo’s Oasis. Only Rammus and his currently dead parents, and their parents and so on, knew of the book’s existence. The book granted the convert the user’s years that they have lived into power, making the user younger in the process. Unknown to Rammus, the book was actually haunted. Inside was a Sand Demon who had been trapped inside to do the user’s bidding by Rammus’ ancestors. Whoever held the book was made uncontrollably greedy and in rare cases even evil. Rammus was nearly becoming one of those rare cases and the back of his head he could feel the demon inside pushing him. Rammus had actually been alive for a very long time. To be exact, Rammus had been alive for 2403 years. Rammus’ parents had lived to become in the 5000s, a record for the book’s users. Rammus planned to beat that time.

He opened the book and put his palm onto the page. “1000 years of power.” While appearance didn’t change much or at all, his insides felt much better and a wave of power burst out from the book, filling the room. “Spell Form: Sand Dragon.” The power began to condense into a ball before a dragon-like creature sprouted out from it. It was pure yellow on every spot of it’s body and was translucent all the way through. “Server: Rammus.” With that, the dragon hovered behind Rammus and roared into the air. Only Rammus could hear the roar however. The spell he had used made him a servant only the caster could hear and see, but if the caster told or mentioned of it’s presence, it would become visible and audible to whoever was told. He smirked and walked outside of his house into the “streets” made into the side of the walls of the abyss. The dragon followed behind Rammus, not touching anything. “Azir.” He walked forward in the direction to get to Azir’s throne. The dragon roared once again before whimpering when Rammus stared at it with his crimson eyes. “Shut up.”