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[infinite-xerath]

`Spellbound`

The air around the Magus crackled with energy. “So, you intend to challenge me? Come then, and witness what TRUE power looks like!”

[thegeneraloftheabyss]

A devious interrogation

For a day now the General’s scouts were following the Noxian forces through the frost, seeking to find why would they come all the way to Freljord, yet they have failed to come back with anything useful, there was to time to act and Alteron already knew that he would soon have more addition to his eternal army.

He had organized an attack to disorganize the enemy forces, while the Noxian army had a reputation of being the strongest standing military, they now had a weakness, they were out of their ground and Alteron could make a successful attack easily upon with a minor experienced group of men, a good training test for the young warriors as well.

Yet the people he sent proved to not be ready for such a task yet, there training was incomplete, while they managed to cause a major blow to the Noxian forces they have failed their task, as the last of his people fell the man teleported next to the Noxian men with a swift strike with Avalon he struck down three of them, similarly the next followed the same path, one falling after the other, until there was only one left, from his uniform he was chosen to be the only survivor of the group, a captain’s uniform meant that he was the one that would have the information needed to answer his questions.

The young captain was ferocious trying to get the man with his brute force, judging from the potholes that remained upon his fallen people his power wasn’t ordinary, yet his speed betrayed him, with a firm grip he locked the man’s arm to his and with a sudden move he broke the man’s arm completely, while not something permanent it would take more than a few months to recover from that.

Soon after that full plated silver knights arrived at the scene, nothing compared to the people that were sent after them, each one of them reaching the height of two meters, each equipped with a sword and shield bearing the insignia of the blackwood family, all standing like frozen statues awaiting their orders.

With a swift punch at his face the man sent the man unconscious before replying to the rest of his knights.

“Bind and hood this man, get him back to the castle for questioning and await for further orders.” With that two of his men bound the man and placed him upon a horse to bring him at the keep.

“ The rest of you scout the area, there have to be more of them, I want them found and executed, none shall survive and inform the rest of what happened here.”

With that a full group began searching for survivors of the Noxian group, if there was anyone else out there.

Yet the General was not done, using the dark arts of necromancy he reanimated the lifeless warriors, both the Noxian and the younglings that died to that battle, their screams echoing around the area, as they were forcefully returned to this world once more, their minds bounded to serve him.

The Young Captain would find his self, hours later forcefully waken up at an interrogation chamber, bounded upon a rather uncomfortable chair with two masked people watching over him like the crows look at their future meal.

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“One more word and I’ll break your other arm too.”

A wounded dog is the most dangerous of all

Through the bitter cold, cedar eyes burned brightly still. The bodies of Freljordian warriors, an ambush not ten minutes prior, lay in the snow along with a few of those under Canus’s command. It had been a bloody fight, the Noxian captain taking a few blows best left avoided, but one that looked secured in his favor. The men and women of this land were ferocious fighters indeed and it was through this battle that Canus understood why his higher ups sent him as an emissary to strike a deal with the faction known as the Winter’s Claw. They were devoted beasts of battle that fought to the last even if the tide turned and, normally, Canus would commend them and honor such fighters after the proverbial dust had settled. However, such would not the case this time.

It had happened so quickly. One moment, with their victory secured, and the next, a single man clad in armor appeared and struck down the remainder of his company that had chosen to accompany him on this mission and left Canus on one knee and cradling a broken arm. The man in question stood before him, obviously unhesitant to strike him down as swiftly as the Noxian’s whos red blood stained the snow should the captain fail to comply. Rage burned within him though, rage at the loss of his trusted men and at his failure to avenge them. He’d every thought to ignore this man, curse his name and fling himself upon him but that would be tantamount to suicide and Canus was not going to be one to die this day. So, swallowing his pride best he could, he remained silent.

For now.

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[avarcsan-blog]

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❛ &&.all that apply to your muse | Accepting

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[avarcsan-blog]

× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using? ♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them?

❛ &&. Useless Details | Accepting

× answered here

♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them?

                    Ashe is first & foremost a warrior ( as she would call herself ) & so with that territory, she has endured many jarring fights where words could not bring peace. Though her fighting style places her on the backlines & her trained agility gives her an upper hand at times, it’s well in the bound of reality to imagine she’s been placed in a few disadvantageous positions at times & therefore has suffered from quite a few injuries. I would imagine she has a few dozen nonspecific lines across defenseless places along her body, such as her forearms, back, & calves, though I couldn’t imagine her having gotten herself in much more trouble than that. She defended & came out victorious against a horde of grown rebel men at only fifteen, after all.

[avarcsan-blog]

❝ you cannot find peace by avoiding life. ❞

❛ &&. virginia woolf | Accepting

                    ❛ ———Yet that is one in the same for me. To avoid life would be to avoid my cause, which is ultimately peace.——— ❜   The sentiment itself caused a flash of confusion to pass through the Queen’s features. Was this person insinuating she was avoiding something ? If so, she wasn’t doing it purposefully.   ❛ ——— Are you accusing me of being unwise, then ?❜

[thegeneraloftheabyss]

Lie A word bearing fruit so poisonous That one bite scorched my lips I knew I will never return from this gloom Betrayal An act of forsaking all the memories Letting them rot like leaves in the rain My eyes will not gaze upon you once more Loneliness The sensation when murky dungeon walls Mercilessly close in around you, shrinking A hutch to tame some wounded, rabid beast Despair Gaping trauma in ones spirit Like a shattered vessel that has lost purpose I can feel that everything has poured away from me And, in the horrible end, what do I have left? This arms and a virulent sword Whispers of blood, death and shade Memories that haunt me Like daggers in the night

Kirk, Knight of Thorns

[frostbitten-seeker]

Unfamiliar Territory

Kathe watched her breath spiral before her, disappearing up and into the night as she paused in her climb. She had been hunting for several days now, and her quarry had made its way over this particular rocky outcropping. Winter’s Claw territory was extremely different from that of the Avarosan, and she usually didn’t venture this far. The first snows were upon them, however, and it looks as if this season was going to be a particularly brutal one. She had to follow whatever she hunted, for as long as it took.

Eventually, she reached the peak of the outcropping, and hurried down the other side. She was very far north, that much was certain. Deep blue spires of ice jutted from between the dark rocks every so often, created by years and years of melting and refreezing snow, and a little bit of magic. There was always a little bit of it in the air up here. Just enough to make things seem not quite natural. Pushing the thought from her head, Kathe pulled her hood a bit farther forward, attempting to block the biting winds as she continued.

During the winter, it was always easier to hunt at night. Beasts fled to their burrows or nests during the day, and nocturnal hunters scoured the tundra at night in search of food. These hunters were what the Freljordians targeted during the winter months. It was the best chance they had at survival. Crouching low to the snow, Kathe let her fingers trace over the tracks of her prey, a lone wolf. It had continued on ahead of her some time ago, and if she did not hurry, she’d lose it. Cursing, she began to pick up her pace.

Some time later, rocks rose before her again, the maw of a cave yawning in her direction. Lifting her spear from its holster, Kathe approached slowly. The tracks led inside, and she didn’t want to be caught off-guard. Wolves were dangerous, no matter how few of them there were. The huntress pulled back her hood as she entered the cave, taking a moment to adjust to the darkness. It could be anywhere in here...Taking a deep breath, she continued into the cave, mind locked onto her prey.

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