#ra open

[suffering-awaits]

RA Open

Veigar had made his way to the library, browsing through the numerous of books located in the rather large place. It was astonishing how many books they had managed to sneak into this place, them ranging from actual intellectual pieces of art to...Children’s tales...Ehh. 

A messy pile of books was left behind on the table behind him, trying to sort out which ones he was actually going to read and which ones he was going to leave to be covered in dust. The pile was pretty much taller than himself. He’d put them all back later...Yes.

[flailofthenorthstar-blog-blog]

Dethroned and debased || OPEN

After fading in and out of consciousness during what felt like a trip that took days, Sejuani awoke, curled up at the base of a long-dead tree, surrounded by fresh snow. Unsure if what she had just experienced was a dream or reality, she quickly reached up to clutch at her arms and sides, giving her face a slap to try to knock some sense into herself. "Armour.. Helmet.. Flail.." She muttered to herself as she sat up, running her hand over her equipment, giving a quiet hiss at the sight of blood on her fingers from running her hand along a small gash in her forearm. "Bristle." She trailed off with a faint gasp, looking around frantically for her boar companion.

"Bristle?" She called out, jolting upright. She grabbed onto the tree for stability, shuffling around in search for the icy boar. Two large tusks protruded out from a huge pile of snow to Sejuani's left - the tusks of a certain winter pig. Sejuani gave a quiet sigh of relief, clutching at the handle of her flail as she limped over to Bristle's tusks, carefully pushing the snow aside. She quickly scanned Bristle's body - no damage.  A pleased little smile crossed her face as she sat back in the snow, leaning up against the sleeping pig with a quiet grumble. "I must be home." She murmured to herself, taking in her snowy surroundings. It all seemed so familiar, compared to the Freljord, but it felt.. Wrong. The snow was soft; the chill was there, but she didn't feel it eating away her bones. She would dare to say that she preferred it, if she wasn't so afraid of sounding weak. The ice of the Freljord had shaped her, not this mild snow. But, if she was truly home, what a welcoming there must be for the Winter's Wrath.

Bristle woke up slowly but surely, eventually rising to his feet. Sejuani patted the boar's enormous head before she stood up with him, walking by his side toward the sound of activity - the town of Autumnhill. "I trust my men have kept strong. Cannot let them grow weak like the Ursine did." She said to herself, slinging her jagged flail over her shoulder. "But we can whip them into shape, cant we?" She bumped Bristle with her hip, giving a quiet laugh. The Winter's Wraith could never be so wrong; she was in for quite the shock, upon discovering Autumnhill and it's familiar inhabitants.

[fleshwxrk]

"тнe concepт oғ нoмeworĸ ιѕ нard . perнapѕ ѕoмeone мay aѕѕιѕт υѕ wιтн oυrѕ ?"

[true-wuju-style]

Open RP

Yi had felt different here in this place, there was a sense of peace that he had not felt for many years. He’d only been here a few days but already it was becoming normal to see old allies and old enemies passing by in the streets and hallways. Today it was time to let go of some of his fear and take another step towards inner harmony.  At least that’s what he hoped, he had decided to go out without his armour. He looked at his face in the mirror for the first time in what felt like an eternity. 

If he was truely to find peace and enlightenment in this place. It would only happen if he could let go of the war in his past.  He stepped outside into the bright winter sun, feeling the cold still air on his skin. After a moment’s hesitation he stepped out and headed into town. It was about time he stocked up on food anyway.

[pride-passion-demacia]

Open RP [Friend or Foe?]

After arriving to this place Garen had made a few adjustments to his armor, he had removed the outer chest plate and shoulderguards, making him less bulky when he walked, Afterall he didnt need the protection anymore...Did he? He removed the plates with etched logo’s and lowered the scarf so it fit better around his neck, he had his sword stashed in his room, and made meerily around the town, he held interesting conversations with many people, The town was becoming more vibrant and with every passing hour it seemed like more groggy champions were appearing. After a while on one particular day, he walked out of the now renowned bakery ran by the Rakkor Pantheon, he spotted a figure he did not recognize, eager to find out who it was Garen walked over and spoke, his voice clearly recognizable. “The Might of Demacia see’s you there friend”

[eyesinthexsky]

Avian Haven | Open

If one ventured out of the city of Autumnhill, taking a dusty path down to the forest, then they would find a building just on the outskirts of the the city. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary farmhouse with a bit of land behind it- but it was more than that. Much, much more. It was an aviary, but at this point, a bird center would probably have fitted it best. And now, it was Quinn’s.

The facilities had been laid out, almost as if it was specifically for her- it was strange, but not unpleasant at all. Large, walk-in aviaries greeted Quinn as she checked out the back; the area was fenced, but in the open spaces, she could see perches where the birds could sun themselves instead of being cooped up in cages all the time. There were many empty aviaries, but quite a bit had been filled. A pair of falcons and many owls- there were even some macaws and cockatoos. Taking care of them was a challenge that. Quinn happily took on.

She’s had arrived early in the morning that day and immediately set to work, feeding the birds and checking up on their condition. Quinn had worked nonstop until each one was take care of, a process that only finished just before noon. She’d been in the middle of eating lunch in the farmhouse that was her office when the door opened and startled her, making her splutter as she took a sip of water. “H-Hello?” Quinn said, turning to the person as she recovered from her coughing fit.

[pridestalkinglion-blog]

OPEN RP - What’s a Good Book?

The Pridestalker has many hobbies. Hunting, sleeping, eating, taking siestas, and such. Reading however, was something Rengar needed to improve. Teaching is all time filling and all, but sometimes its not enough to occupy a person’s mind. 

Wandering the library, Rengar was in a midst a forest of stories, but what story would most captivate the hunter. 

[glxcial-mxlphite-blog]

Open RP :3

Malphite had been walking around all day, not really caring where he went, he just needed to learn the new environment, and where everything was. He dragged his feet through the snow, causing a long trail showing where he had walked. He kept his hands in his pockets, even if they weren't cold, in fact, he wasn't even sure how he even had the clothes he had on. He woke up with them, and didn't bother to ask how or why. He wasn't cold at all, walking out without any winter clothing on, he didn't feel it, in fact, the wind felt nice on his skin. He saw many different champions on his walk, and wasn’t sure if any of them would recognize him anyway.