#trifarix

[mollysunder]

I make myself laugh now and again thinking about the Trifarix council (Mel, Swain, and Darius) as the judges on American Idol, except it's them having to listen to very dumb ideas brought up by random nobles. There's no Paula, but Darius is definitely Randy, bc he's the only one I see shaking his head saying, "It's a no for me dawg".

[mawvax]

I just realized i never posted this soo here’s the trifarix

[dreadreign]

                         𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐸𝑅   𝐶𝐴𝐿𝐿  :  @trifarix​

              𝐼𝑇   𝐻𝐴𝐷   𝐵𝐸𝐶𝑂𝑀𝐸   𝐴𝑁   𝐴𝐿𝑀𝑂𝑆𝑇   𝑅𝐸𝐺𝑈𝐿𝐴𝑅   𝑂𝐶𝐶𝑈𝑅𝑅𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐸,   these   negotiations   between   the   Ránvard   people   and   the   Noxian   ambassadors.      Many   times   had   foreign   powers   attempted   to   bring   the   Ránvardr   into   their   fold.      Either   through   diplomacy   or   through   conquest   to   no   avail.      The   latter   more   obvious   by   the   scores   of   wrecked   ships   scattered   throughout   the   jagged   rocks   and   beaches   outlying   the   city-state.      Still,   it   seemed   this   ancient   graveyard   𝐻𝐴𝐷   𝐷𝑂𝑁𝐸   𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑇𝐿𝐸   𝑇𝑂   𝐷𝐸𝑇𝐸𝑅   𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑆𝐸   𝑁𝐸𝑊   “ 𝐺𝑈𝐸𝑆𝑇𝑆 ”   that   so   boldly   set   foot   upon   the   Ránvardr‘s   isolated   shores.      Yet   instead   of   some   silver-tongued   diplomat,   it   was   someone   more   fitting.      The   so-called   “Hand   of   Noxus,”   the   mightiest   warrior   to   rise   from   the   ever-expanding   empire   across   the   seas.      Better   a   fighter   speak   with   Borghild’s   kin   than   a   talker,   at   least.      It   was   more   tolerable   that   way.

               ❛    𝑀𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅’𝑆   𝑁𝑂𝑇   𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸     ❜     The   first-born’s   tone   was   neither   welcoming   nor   frigid,   but   some   place   between.      A   blatant   sign   that   Borghild   still   did   not   fully   accept   his   presence.      She’d   seen   Darius   enough   times   before   to   know   when   it   was   he   who   entered   the   Saltscar   Halls.      𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁   𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑁   𝐻𝐸𝑅   𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾   𝑊𝐴𝑆   𝑇𝑈𝑅𝑁𝐸𝐷   𝐴𝑊𝐴𝑌   𝐴𝑁𝐷   𝐻𝐸𝑅   𝐴𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁   𝑀𝑂𝑆𝑇𝐿𝑌   𝐸𝐿𝑆𝐸𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸.      And   as   the   times   before,   Borghild   assumed   he   was   there   to   convince   her   mother   further   into   swearing   oath   to   Noxus.     ❛     She’s   left   on   other   business.    ❜ 

[juulujinxed]

An assignment of mine was to redesign the Jack, Queen, and King of a deck of cards so I used the Trifarix

Seemed appropriate instead of Jacks, Queens, and Kings, we have might, vision, and guile

[necroarchy]

Send me  “HC”  + a word and I’ll write a headcanon about it.  --- not accepting @trifarix​ said: hc + attachment

     He has never been very skilled at letting go.

     Kill your father and cut your heart and burn your people to ash, boy, surely that will be enough to shuck off the mantle of humanity which shall plague him forever. Throw this empire of the damned which you have grown to love so much to the teeth and swords of your southern enemies, for in this way is he exorcising himself of the last vestiges of affection, connection. Let everything fall until you are all that remains, and then build something new from the ashes around you.

     The Scourge says love is weakness and he believes that --- he must believe that --- even as he keeps Invincible close, and a box of mortality beneath his throne, and listens to the lectures of his father’s soul.

[zimadoch]

@trifarix​​   liked   for   a   closed   starter.

              𝑆𝐻𝐸   𝐾𝑁𝐸𝑊   𝐻𝐼𝑆   𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸.      Utterly   rooted   into   a   cause,   perhaps   was   even   raised   by   it,   to   the   point   where   it   made   up   every   drop   of   blood   and   thread   of   muscle   in   their   being.      Each   action,   each   word,   each   step   ━  All   given   for   one   calling.      Sasha   knew   this   well   because   that   who   she,   too,   was   this .  .  .  To   an   extent.      She,   a   child   of   Zaun,   on   the   run   from   the   very   corruptions   she   𝑆𝑂𝑈𝐺𝐻𝑇   𝑇𝑂   𝑆𝑁𝑈𝐹𝐹   𝑂𝑈𝑇   𝐼𝑁   𝑇𝐻𝐸   𝑈𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅𝐶𝐼𝑇𝑌.      Having   given   blood   and   death   until   the   evils   of   the   city   all   converged   at   on   her   at   once.      Yet   this   is   where   they,   Sasha   and   Darius,   were   not   the   same.      He   taken   into   a   cause   that   sought   to   seize   and   absorb   all   others.      Accepting   the   willing,   smothering   the   unwilling   and   the   weak  ;  for   Noxus.      It   was   the   difference   in   their   chosen   burden   that   made   the   manhunter   and   the   Hand   of   Noxus   seemingly   worlds   apart.      Or,   at   the   very   least,   𝑀𝐴𝐷𝐸   𝐻𝐸𝑅   𝐷𝐸𝐴𝐹   𝑇𝑂   𝑁𝑂𝑋𝐼𝐴𝑁   𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑃𝐴𝐺𝐴𝑁𝐷𝐴.

              ❛    𝑆𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐸   𝑀𝐸   𝑇𝐻𝐸   𝑆𝑃𝐸𝐸𝐶𝐻,   𝐵𝑈𝐷.    ❜         The   Zaunite   spoke   up.      Mask   partially   lifted   and   the   cloth   covering   below   rolled   up   enough   to   show   the   frown   she   wore.      Clearly   not   at   all   satisfied   with   what   had   poured   down   her   throat.         ❛    I’m   stoppin’   for   a   drink   an'   a   drink   only.      Considerin’   th'   shit   they   serve   here   is   like   𝐹𝑈𝐶𝐾𝐼𝑁'   𝐼𝑁   𝐴   𝐵𝑂𝐴𝑇,   I’m   not   lookin’   t’   have   my   night   made   any   more   disappointin’.    ❜

[cherryblight]

starter for @trifarix

Holding his head down in shame as he’s forced to walk with Noxian soldiers to meet their Commander, Varus mentally curses himself for getting caught so easily. He’d gotten carried away with slaughtering the mortals here in Barhl; and as a result was surrounded. Unfortunately, he was unable to fight off the brutish warriors before he was overwhelmed- As soon as his bow had been taken, he’d know fighting back was a lost cause- but that didn’t stop him from struggling.

He knew that going on a frenzy when it came to eradicating people was unwise. It’s why he typically only hunted down one or two at a time, and typically hid who he was; in the off chance that someone would recognize him as darkin, and knew of the darkin wars. Although he had allowed his pride get the best of him, believing that he’d be able to handle such a situation.

Internally, he was angry at the ones currently around him. If they hadn’t taken his bow, he wouldn’t have been in this position. Not only was he stuck with a wounded body, he had no way of knowing where it was, nor if he’d ever see it again- that is, until his current host’s body was killed- and he could gain a new vessel. His host, Kai, was currently berating him for not backing out of the fight sooner, he could have definitely played that smarter, and as a result he was paying this price.

Bloody and tired, the darkin walked with a limp in his step. He’d not been broken, no, not yet. The little energy he had was currently being used to repair what it could of his wounds, thoroughly exhausting him. Every step he took was accompanied with a pained grunt as his one of his legs threatened to collapse under him.

That is until he finally arrives before the fabled Hand of Noxus, clenching his jaw as he looks up to him: scowling at the general with a look that could kill, practically hissing,

“What do you want from me.”

[coffeelattecinnamorolls]

Oh well, that's one way to confirm it.

Leblanc is not The Faceless.

Sure, we might have seen her bust pic on Legends of Runeterra, and she represented Guile, but that can't confirm anything. The picture can just represent the meaning of principalities of Trifarix, and they use Leblanc as an example because she is associated with it.

She possess guile, but that doesn't make her The Faceless. Swain is not a fool. He would not make his nemesis become a ruling figure, that would give her the advantage.