The Aspect of Knowledge

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[the-aspected-scholar]

“Well, I’ll have to admit. Such bold claims, while likely not without any sort of pretense, are just begging to be tested. And thus, here I am, willing to see if these foods really are to die for.” He said, watching her gather up the foods and start to move about. The way she glided was almost eerie, a mix of graceful and ghostlike, entrancing to say the very least.

The question had almost gone un-heeded as he was fetching the gold, but once it really clicked he started fumbling with his coin. “What? Female partner-- ahahahah, no no, you have the wrong idea. I assure you there’s no one in mind but me when it comes to these. I have a bit of a sweet tooth, let’s say. A bit of an internal weakness.”

“Besides, you’re not complaining that I’m buying, are you? I didn’t think how masculine I was, or wasn’t, would affect me being a customer.”

[the-aspected-scholar]

“So it would seem. Judging from just what we can see, I can’t imagine anyone surviving out here. There’s hardly even any plants, let alone sources of water.” Aelius said, starting to walk over the barren land. What worried him was not the lack of survivability, but that there were other things out here, other beasts that thrived.

Otherworldly things, almost.

“I suppose there’s no better place to begin looking than to start tracking. The gift has brought us here, so there must be something around here that we can use. Something of import that-- look there, Taric, do you see it? Trees!” Aelius said, pointing off in the disance. “For a land so barren, there must be something within the brush.”

[the-aspected-scholar]

“Oh, you are most welcome. Like I said, it was my pleasure.” He said, bowing his head at her. He was just out them door when she asked him to stay, and he popped his head back in, a quizzical look on his face.

“Oh? Well…” He said, pursing his lips. He figured he could just nab dinner on the way home, or something. “I suppose. If you don’t mind silent company, that is. I’ll likely just tuck myself into a chair while you do your research, and read my book.”

[thegreensummoner-archive]

“I don’t mind. I just,” she paused and looked down. It was embarrassing having to admit to being a lost cause during the day. “I’m.. not used to huge libraries so I was wondering if you’d.. help me find the sections then afterwards I’ll leave you to your book.”

Ah, but he’s already helped me get here.. Ohhh, why do I have to be so hopeless during the day???

She let out an audible sigh. “Well, you’ve already helped me so much, how about I buy you dinner in return? And a couple of books,” she asked shrugging slightly. Both seem like good options to repay the man.

[the-aspected-scholar]

With a light, perhaps even charming laugh, Aelius nodded. “Of course. My apologies, this must be all overwhelming to you. I’ve always been the sort to just kind of wander and see where I end up in here, but if you’re after something specific then it behooves me to show you exactly where. Shall we start with the techmaturgy section, or the stars?”

At the offer for dinner, Aelius shook his head. “Trust me, there is no need. I am not doing this in hopes that you pay me back or give anything in return. At the very least, the ability to spread knowledge and a love of studying is more than enough to fulfill me.”

[the-aspected-scholar]

“They’d only run if I did. But I’ve no intention of leaving without paying my dues.” He said, before excusing himself. Following her directions, he made sure to keep to the spoken path and not stray, lest he come across any more bears.

He took his time, making sure to scrub himself clean of the dirt and grime of the days previous. His clothes had even earned themselves a good soak and rinse, and were laid out to dry. He even lay on the bank of the water, as naked as the day he was born, opting to dry off beside his garments. It was time for a bit of laziness after all of what had happened to him.

He ambled his way back, whistling and chuckling as he playfully chased one of the geese along the fence, before the smell of pie hit him. His stomach gave a loud growl before he could even lick his lips, and instead of going right to the door, he instead went to the windowsill, hovering over them and taking in a deep, long sniff.

“These smell wonderful!” He called in, before carefully stepping around even more birds as he made his way to the door, letting himself in. “Although I’m starting to wonder if you think I’m just as ravenous as those bears. Or is one of those pies going to feed the birds?”

@cabin-dweller

[cabin-dweller]

“Oh boy.” Isolde blushed, looking at the sixth pie in her hands and the seventh in the oven. She’d crammed in as much as she could, just in case… “I guess I severely overestimated your appetite, then. When you came in, you looked quite famished.” She smiled. “Don’t worry though; and eat all you’d like. I’ll just finish the leftovers some other day.”

She made quick work of switching the pies then, and called out over her shoulder as she took the first two plates for them to feast on, one in each hand. “There is tea with honey and cream on the table. It’s wild goat though; not much cattle in these parts. If you feel like you are allergic to goats, proceed with caution, yes?”

Setting her cargo carefully on the thick wood, the yordle untied her apron and hung it on her chair. Tugging off her mittens, she reached for the small cutlery in the middle of the table and handed Aelius his small set.

“There you go.” She approved, before tapping a finger to her lip in deep thought. “Now, regarding the story. I’ve been thinking about the possible topics while you were gone, scrubbing off the bear folk.” She informed him, before offering some ideas;;

“Maybe something useful yet curious, then? Like tree symbolism decoding. Or, something thrilling and terryfing…” Isolde trailed off, cutting herself a slice of the pie and biting into it with a pleased hum. “Ghosts, spirits… Or cartography, maybe. Have you ever been off the continent?”

“Or.” She purred finally, looking at him imploringly. “Maybe just tell me something about yourself. For example, how you got here in the first place. Or some other part of your autobiography? Something funny.”

“No matter what you choose; don’t be shy.” The yordle giggled, reassuring him again. “After all, I’ll always be about one-third ears for anything you’ll say.”

@the-aspected-scholar

[the-aspected-scholar]

When he saw just how many pies there were, he paled a bit. With a nervous laugh, he brought up both his hands, shaking his head. “I-I’m sure I can put away at least one pie. Maybe two. But any more and I’m likely to explode.” He teased, before sitting himself down on a chair.

“I... don’t think I’m allergic to goats. Is allergy to goats a thing? I’ve never come across it-- but I’m sure I’ll be fine.” He said, looking over at the cream and honey. He was about ready to dig in, when she reminded him of the story that he was going to tell her. Or stories, rather, from how it sounded.

“Useful, yet curious. Thrilling, yet terrifying? Ghosts and spirits and--” He laughed at the yordle’s innate curiosity, nodding. “I have been many a place, and have seen all sorts of things. I could tell you a story about all of these things and more, I assure you.” 

With that, he got up and went over to his things, getting his journal and sitting back down with it. It was probably easier to recount a tale if he could picture it again in his mind, and he flipped through the seemingly blank pages, looking for the proper one to start with.

“Why don’t I start with a story about an investigation of sorts that I got caught up in, in the port of Bilgewater? Trust me, there’s far more to it than just ships and pirates.”

@cabin-dweller

[baatu-ura]

I got my ass kicked tonight but fuck was this choreo fun

[the-aspected-scholar]

If you’d like to know what one of the things that has been keeping me busy is, here you go.

[the-aspected-scholar]

Hello friends!

Sorry I haven’t been around much, don’t have a lot of time between dance classes and visits and working on my curriculum vitae and stuff. I’m trying to force myself to apply to three jobs a day before i do anything and it takes a surprising amount of time to tailor your CV to each application lol.

I’ll get to replies soon!

[the-aspected-scholar]

“Is that... how it is?” Aelius asked, taking in another breath before standing straight. The scholar looked around, the ground cracked and the air arid. “I... well, I suppose I’ll have to try that next time. For now, however--” He dusted off his clothing, trying to gather where they were.

It was hard to get one’s bearings when everything looked the same all around.

“I’m supposed to try and find the Gray Order, and see how they practice magic, as well as survive so close to Icathia. Not to mention in a place as barren as this.” Aelius said. “I’m just hoping that I can find them without running into much danger otherwise, so I can come and go rather quickly.”

[the-aspected-scholar]

Aelius nodded, reaching out towards Taric’s shoulder with his free hand. The crystal that was currently being clutched began to shine, blue light pouring out from in between his fingers. The transportation was near-instantaneous, but at the same time felt like it took centuries. Maybe. It was different for everyone after all.

When he opened his eyes, they were surrounded by the barren wastelands of the Voodoo Lands. He removed his hand from the other’s shoulder, taking a few steps away to try and regain his balance before bending over, dry heaving a little.

“Uuggh... I’m never goin’ to get used to that...”

[the-aspected-scholar]

“Just the essentials, eh? Then I suppose I’m all set to leave now.” Aelius said, patting down his jacket to make sure he had everything he needed on him. Eventually his hand went to the crystal around his neck, and he clasped it, before looking towards the knight.

“Are you all set? I can begin the teleportation now, if you would like. You may want to make sure you have nothing extraneous that may fall off your person during the process.”

[the-aspected-scholar]

New icon thanks to @askpiltoverjayce

Still screaming

[the-aspected-scholar]

I think my favourite part about new Aelius is that he went from this confrontational-yet-passive person to a complete coward in 99% of situations who just wants to talk things over instead of fighting.

He just wants to write books and do some research man.

[the-aspected-scholar]

He didn’t dispel his shield, not peeking his head around it. He kept it high, the transparent magics casting an orange glow on his face.

Bore a dragon? Suddenly his list of priorities flipped around.

“The history of you and Targon is not unknown to me, despite me being the most recent Aspect of Knowledge. Ages of information has been passed on to me, and yet there are still holes in what I know. But I know this much-- the Targonites of old were primitive. Deceptive, yes, but desperate. We chose the worst possible route for the best possible intentions-- and while that does not excuse anything at all, I cannot help but ask you this,”

“Is there not some way we can treaty, Star Forger? To still request your aid to protect Runeterra, perhaps without the slavery part? The Void is growing ever stronger, and we cannot defend this world on our own. We need you.”

[the-aspected-scholar]

He’d just turned his head to take down another glyph, when his vision was suddenly obstructed by the cruel point of a spear. He jumped back with a loud scream, only to barely avoid impaling himself on another, pressing up against the wall. He dropped his quill, barely scrambling to catch his book and snap it shut, holding it to his chest.

Tresspassing? He looked up at the... figure. This was his domain? This ruin? And where had these soldiers come from? There was nothing around but brick and sand and--

He realized he’d been silent the whole time, apart form the scream. Slowly, he stammered out some words, trying to make sense of his thoughts. “I-I didn’t realize I would be tresspassing-- this is, er, was, er, I thought this place to be desert! Wait, no-- I mean deserted. Yes, that. I was just studying-- taking down notes. I had no intentions of touching anything, only to learn--”

“A-Are you another scholar as well? One from Shurima? I don’t recognize that garb at all-- er-- could they stop prodding me? It’s dreadfully nerve wracking.”

[the-aspected-scholar]

“Of course. I wouldn’t dare get in the way of what They want of you.” Aelius said, bowing. “But know that I am thankful that you will at least offer me what you can. I can only hope that you are not pulled away.”

He smiled nervously, nodding at the other. “That aside, if you do end up getting pulled away, likely I will need to make my retreat from those lands as well. I do not enjoy being so close to Icathia if I can avoid it. There is so much we don’t know about the Void and those creatures, and without you I’m fairly sure I’ll end up dead, or worse.”

“You have not fought them much, have you? I don’t know what to bring, if anything, to be better prepared in case of... well, anything.”

[the-aspected-scholar]

starter for @gemknighttaric!

The instructions had been clear. And though he could have likely fended for himself, mortality was a cruel thing. It was probably in his best interest to at least not go alone, especially to a place as dangerous as the Voodoo Lands. Even though his “mission” was just research at the moment, Aelius considered getting potentially killed or worse, captured, wouldn’t do Targon any good.

“Taric! Hold a moment, will you?” He called out to the other Aspect, catching up to him. “Will you at least not hear me out? I’m not asking for much-- just an added sense of protection and maybe even some company whilst I do what is requested of me. You know that I would not go of my own volition-- but it is as They ask of me. Won’t you come with?”

[the-aspected-scholar]

“I did not come all this way to challenge you, Star Forger! I merely came for some discourse and you decided to swing first!” He shouted back, rolling out of the way of another pair of fists. “If you would only care to listen--”

Once he got to his knees, he hoisted his javelin over his shoulder, the tip flaring with light. He launched it forward, aiming just beside the dragon’s face, intending on missing. Warning shots were never meant to hit, after all.

“Or are you too old and stubborn to do that?”

[the-aspected-scholar]

“Oh! I take it this is your store, then.” He said, nodding at her. “I’ve heard wonders about this place, and I figured that it was high time I come here for myself. Mind you, not exactly my... preferred locale, but if the food’s as good as people say it is, then it will be completely worth the trip.”

He began to look over some macarons, almost salivating at them. Some of those too, surely. And maybe a slice of cheesecake-- oh, he was going to feel all of this later for sure.

“How much in total for...” He looked around. Anything else? No no, surely he had to practice some restraint. “One of those meat pies... a dozen macarons... a-a-and a slice of that chocolate cheesecake?”