#trample all peons

[ask-riven]

"What do you consider your purpose in life? One woman cannot change anything. You and the Avarosan are of the same mind: Naive."

“I should say the same of you.  Isn’t the Winter’s Claw a minority in the Freljord?  What do you hope to achieve by tearing apart the homes of your cousins?  In Noxus, we seek to bring together people of all creeds and abilities, so that their unique strengths might bolster the might of the Empire as a whole.  Even in the vision I have for my homeland this holds true.  My purpose is clear, to reforge and bring strength to the Empire.  I’m not so foolish to believe I can do it all alone, but one voice can lead to thousands more crying out in unison if their message is strong enough to be heard by many.”

[ask-riven]

"You know you have quite the mouth for a whelp, have you considered getting your tongue cut out?"

“I don’t know, have you considered taking a bath?  You smell like boar.”

[ask-riven]

Tosses a fur pelt down at Riven from atop Bristle. "You look cold, soon enough and you'll be frozen solid. Put that on, it would be a shame to lose you in such a pathetic way." Sejuani smirked, looking down at the woman through snow blowing in the wind.

“...Why is everyone so concerned with my well-being all of a sudden?  How do you all think I survived up until this point?  It certainly wasn’t due to handouts.”

[ask-riven]

"You must see me as the devil, Exile." The Barbarian laughed. "And here we are now. Can you overcome the devil? or will you succumb to everything that you tried to stop? I don't really care what you do in the end, just don't give this any second thought."

The Exile blinked.

“What the hell are you going on about now?  You’re awfully full of yourself to be calling yourself a devil.  I’ve seen hell enough times to know that you aren’t a devil.  You’re annoying, stubborn, and overly dense, but a devil you are not.”

[ask-riven]

"Are any of you more agreeable than the Exile?"

“That depends on what you mean by ‘More agreeable’.  Also, I like your ride.  You’ve got style for a Northerner, and some nice armor to boot.  You, I like.”

- Rance

[ask-riven]

“Oh Exile, you speak so highly of your ideals. I’d be inclined to agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

“Don’t you have anything better to do than rag on me?  You know, like defeating your enemies, making a difference or whatever you think you’re fighting for?  I’ve no one but myself to fight for my ideals.  So, what’s your excuse?”

[ask-riven]

Sejuani tosses a Kendo stick to Riven, twirling her own around. "Exile, we never truly see eye to eye, but perhaps on the battlefield we can finally understand each other. Feel free to drop that and walk away if you don't want to wake up tomorrow with bruises, but by all means I'd love to finally get what it is you fight for, and I feel this is the only way how." She wasn't wearing all of her armour, and had a 'no pain, no gain' smirk on her face. "So what do you say?"

“I’d say that wielding a sword is very different from wielding a flail, and that I’m no stranger to dealing with bruises.”  Riven picked up the frail wooden sword, standing some distance from Sejuani.  “The difference between you and I is straightforward.  For you, battle is a way of life, a necessity and means of survival.  It’s how you understand the world.  For me, it is a last resort, a necessary evil.  Where you find glory and a good death, I find cruelty and suffering, and Noxus has suffered long enough at the cruelty and blindness of it’s masters.”

[ask-riven]

[ Let's hear this Mun voice their honest opinion here: What do you think about Sejuani? ]

// http://vocaroo.com/i/s1HJH9H0wHEC

In which Vocaroo eats my recording 5 times!  =D