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@scarletgunslinger. another way to die - jack white & alicia keys.

‘ Sometimes someone you think you can trust it’s just another way to die. ‘

[forvinti-archived-blog]

@scarletgunslinger​

She was unmistakable. Hair that shimmered like the dawn, like burning embers, like blood. Rich skin. A boisterous laugh. She peered through a rusted bronze scope at the docks. The sway of the churning green waters made her sick, even from the distance she was at. The chilling wind cut through her armor. She never cared for the shoreline, and the sea far less. The ground beneath her was hard, and sure. Her armor could not sink her on a patchy forest floor or a vast prairie.  What the docks beheld, however, was interesting. Goods from far distant places were traded here. Ionian spices, furs from the far North, elixers from the deep jungles. One man was selling copper places for three times the price they settled for. Ordinary, dingy plates. When Quinn walked past, hood up and cloak wrapped tightly around herself, the man blocked her view with one. She ripped it from his hand, turned on her heel and held it up to her face, pretending to admire her reflection in the bronze. Behind her, the Captain appeared to be bartering. I cannot take her in the open. They’ll hang me before noon. Valor circles high above her, a vague shadow in the sky, silent but vigilant. She hands the man his bronze back, and ignores him as he pursues her, lowering his price with every sentence. An inn catches her eye; a female troubadour strumming a lute winks at Quinn. There are many more ways than a bolt. She has powder from the shadow isles, a clear elixir that gives one the sensation of drowning. She could pay a sell sword to unknowingly hang in her stead. She simply needs the proper opportunity. Her boots creak on the rotten wood of the pier, and she approaches the massive ship for further study. Crates litter along the dock, a few open, empty. I could hide in one of those. She stares, far too long. Not at the ship, but at her target. 

[mortiscausa-blog]

“cause of death―”

“VENGEANCE.”

Spirits burst from the lantern; they turn spears and guns and cutlasses unto the Warden, who remains eerily still as they open fire and run him through. His wicked gaze burns brighter than ever when they dissipate, and he regards the Captain with something grave.

“Surely, this is an end that you have anticipated; I have not been to your lands often, but from the docks and the waters, I have collected the souls of men that have died to you and your sworn nemesis. You have endured so much already, Captain. 

Your demise has been so close to you on so many occasions that it hides among your crew, upon your vessel. It is looped around your heart, and it is one with your fixation with vindication.

There is no evading the end, but your pursuit of justice is so immovable that it shall not come until the instant you take off that man’s head. That is something I can admire; it is something I want to see.

When you finally succeed, will you have enough left to live for, or will the effects of that long chase catch up with you more swiftly than you could ever anticipate?”

[remoteincandescence]

@scarletgunslinger replied to your post “@exfury replied to your post: ...”

It could have been a scrapped idea, similar to how riven used to be demacian but a noxian sympathizer.

// that’s certainly possible! heck... im really digging this AU warwick tho... like, im imagining him going back to ionia sometimes, wanting to say hi to his pals who got old and shit cuz they aint no wolfman like thim but cant cuz he doesnt look like himself anymore and the people who survived the siege might not have seen him transform at all?? and getting all sad and nostalgic hgjgjkkkk poor sweet bby aaaa I SUDDENLY LOVE HIM

[pltovr]

"Long time no see, Sheriff."

    Caitlyn leans on one leg, a hand on her hip while the other pulls her top hat off, letting it hang loosely at her side. The wind is picking up after all, and she doesn’t want to lose it to the ocean. The sheriff lets her gaze sweep across the magnificent ship in port for a moment before focusing her sights on the unloading dock. She ignores the crew disembarking and making their way to the city, likely for a drink or resupply, and waits until she sees a flash of red hair.

    Caitlyn takes steps towards the ship then, a low chuckle in her throat when she hears the greeting. “You come back from a long journey on the seas and that’s your greeting?” She teases Sarah, finally standing just a few inches from the other. A hand reaches up to cup the captain’s cheek, and Caitlyn’s head tilts. “I’m glad you’re safe. I think we have much to catch up on.”

[miighted]

‘ get out of the way. ’

                Garen meets the stern, strong gaze of the Admiral before him. His expression remains as still as stone, as it often was. He had learned early to keep himself collected, to appear as a doubtless and stalwart example of his country’s might. His lips remain in a straight line while his brows were furrowed slightly. Fortune’s own expression is similar, though there is a fire burning behind her, as there often was. 

                “I will not, Admiral,” the Captain finally answers. There is an unmistakable tension that snaps in the air, like sparks crackling in the air before a wildfire begins to blaze. There was already tension lurking underneath the ground of all the Demacian officers who had gathered to answer an assault on one of their port cities. The Navy had been the first to answer naturally, and because of that they were the first to feel the effects of the attack. Garen could understand the Admiral’s frustrations, but he believed Demacians were strongest when unified.

                “At times such as this it is vital we not become divided,” he continues, and though his voice was still as strong and firm as steel, he meant them as a form of reassurance. “I have already sent a number of my soldiers to the city, they should arrive in a few hours. I will also accompany you back to the port.”

[lightshielded]

scarletgunslinger replied: ( This is also interesting to note because in Shadow and Fortune, MF has a blade that she got from a Demacian and noticed that when she cut through the Black Mist creatures that it felt as if she was actually ‘cutting through’ something if that makes sense? )

[ ... She’d looted it from the captain of a Demacian galiot running north up the Shuriman rust-coast, and it was as fine an example of the artificer’s art as any she’d seen. 

Miss For/tune spun from cover, firing her loaded pistol and slashing her sword through the mist creatures. Her shot plucked another specter from the air and her sword’s edge bit as if cutting flesh and bone. Did the spirits of the dead have a physical component to them that could be hurt? It seemed unlikely, but she was wounding something inside them.

... She slashed her looted sword through the creatures and felt the same bite she’d felt before. Her bullets might be useless against the dead, but this Demacian blade hurt them. They fell back from her, screeching and hissing.

Could the dead know fear?

It seemed they could, for they fled the sword’s glittering edge. She didn’t let them go, stabbing and slashing the mist wherever it poured in. ]

true true ! her bullets are also dipped in something special to fight the undead too aren’t they? i guess that gives us an idea of what demacian armaments might do when faced with the black mist. maybe bilgewater SHOULD enlist demacia’s help. an interesting alliance to say the least, though unlikely as demacia is very stay - to - themselves-y.

on the subject of shadow and fortune - [ “My name is Luc/ian,” he said, whipping back his long frock coat and drawing a pair of pistols wrought of knapped stone and burnished metals unknown to even the most reckless alchemists of Zaun. ] i’m guessing this is referring also to both petricite and demacian steel as they are unique to demacia and he is a demacian. i just never really thought about why he has a light - shooting stone gun and to what a demacian sentinel of light were or how they did what they do . . . holy blessings too perhaps? gun - slinging paladins?

[lightshielded]

scarletgunslinger replied: ( god so like i actually had this theory about Kayle coming into being in a similar situation like Janna and she’d be like the pure embodiment of demacian beliefs??? Their sigil literally does not help with the whole angel wings and sword deal )

MMM ! well with the new map we know morg and kay/le are linked to demacia again. so its possible !! and yeah. the winged sword AND all the angelic motifs in demacia really push it. ( that and they literally have sentinels of light ie luc, the radiant ones, the illuminators, the light bringer temples ) ALL very tight linkage of angels as part of demacian religion. BUT ALSO, the teaser for the new kay/le and morg stuff had her sword looking very similar to architectural patterns used in demacian designs. like theyve taken it right off her or the other way around. makes you think huh

( interesting fact about the current demacian crest is it is the old lightshield family crest, but thats a different discussion for a different day )