#runeforges

[wraithwolf]

riven: kayn let me see what you have kayn: a KNIFE :) riven: NO

[wraithwolf]

❝    oh no,    you needn’t explain it to me.    ❞    he’s all too cheeky,  leaning back against the tree stump and glancing in her direction. of course he’s had a feeling she’d come across something—or he supposed in this case,  someone. her entire demeanor had shifted,  it was merely his decision not to pry.

❝    i figured you’d come to me when you felt ready to share,    ❞    despite his teasing,  he respects her wishes. even so...  he can’t seem to resist commenting.    ❝    unless the details are too personal?    please,    let me know if i ought to cover my ears.    ❞    //    @runeforges

[ruined-shaper]

Encounter: Riven

-Not long after entry into Runeterra-

Faris completed his reboot, his body still broken, but no longer mortally. His few functioning optics trailed along the ground, searching for something. Finally setting his gaze upon the target, he tried to reach out for it.

Dazed as he was, it took him yet longer to establish that he could not pick up his remains of his right arm with his right arm.

After a few more moments like this, collecting fragments of himself and storing within a convenient (though unwanted) chest cavity, the construct straightened himself out and set off on a nearby path, venturing wherever it would lead him in this strange world, in search of a helpful soul.

Days passed as Faris took to this unused road, to his dismay. The spirits were clearly not here to guide his hand so quickly as they were in his world, though their presence was still felt. He’d no idea that such routes would be so barren in a place as lush and vibrant as where he was.

Sadly, no time could be spared for analysis. His remaining time ebbed out in crackles of unstable runic energy and power losses. Perhaps his time would finally draw to a close...

ANAMNESIS INTERJECTION: Stay alert, Faris. There’s something ahead.

Focusing, he’d found his escape from Ruin: A farming village, wide in size, but likely low in populace. Perfect.

Pressing onward as best he could, he found himself at the doors of what seemed to be the village hall. However, he fell short at the final step, his intricate machine form needing emergency shutdown to recuperate after days of misuse without repair or respite. Powering off in an instant, Faris collapsed with a heavy crash as he broke through the fragile stairway with his unmanaged weight alone.

Moments later, an attendant would burst through the entrance to the council hall, surveying around and staring confused at the body below the steps of the manor.

Several hours later, a town meeting would be called to consider the ramifications of whatever the machine was; be it Zaunite warbot, a soulless bodyguard, perhaps a Piltovian assistant, or even a Demacian hero with their knowledge of the being. One thing was certain: It needed repairs desperately.

[wraithwolf]

Number 15: Burger king foot lettuce. The last thing you'd want in your Burger King burger is someone's foot fungus. But as it turns out, that might be what you get. A 4channer uploaded a photo anonymously to the site showcasing his feet in a plastic bin of lettuce. With the statement: "This is the lettuce you eat at Burger King." Admittedly, he had shoes on.But that's even worse.