The Thunder's Roar

Rank: Nobody Housing: J-4 Weapon: Claws Items: Armor Abilities: Rolling Thunder 2x times a day. Tags: #tundrasthunder, #munspeak, #munart League SN: Kaimeldin

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(( Writer's block is a foul and disgusting thing that should never exist and one should never wish upon another human being. Ever. Replies in a bit, and apologies for the wait. ))

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Back to square one :|: CA Open

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"You’re right, but at this point our fate is entirely decided by the white-coats. We are animals trapped in a cage, if we bite the hand that’s feeding us, it’ll only make things harder."

"These people have technology that have the power to do things beyond our imagination, if we were to strike now, nothing good would come from it, it wouldn’t even be considered an attempt to them."

The warrior said in response to the ursine’s words, he was a little surprised, was he hoping to ally with him? Though it wasn’t surprising, he was a new arrival and having strong allies and assets was always key to victory.

"If anyone in this city were to assault them and escape, it would be through strategy and waiting even a moment of weakness."

The warrior despised the words that came out of his mouth, if he had the power to rush in, slay the scientists keeping his captive and set himself free he would’ve done that by now. But a decision like that would be absolutely foolish, with their lines hanging on a single thread being held by those people. If they were to escape, it would definitely need to be a well thought out assault made when the scientists were down. Who knew how long would that take though? 

"So for now, I say sit down, have a drink and save that thinking for when the time comes."

Yasuo thought to himself for a bit, he felt he was saying way too much to the bear but.. perhaps it was because they were both formidable warriors, sharing important information to another. But— if allies was something Volibear seeked, maybe somebody from the institute he was friendly with was already here? From what Yasuo knew, several champions from their realm have been taken here.

"There are others from the institute that were brought here, I don’t know how familiar you are with them or how helpful this might be, but they at least come from the same realm as us and that alone give something to relate too."

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Even as the small man spoke, Volibear felt a fresh wave of anger rise in his belly at the mention of such cowardly tactics, even though he knew there was very little he could do at his current level of power. Nevertheless, it infuriated him to know there was so little he was capable of doing- there was no way he could believe these scientists were as Yasuo implied, close to gods. They were nothing more than cowardly magicians who feared to allow beings such as himself to retain their full ability- what would they be, he wondered, if they had allowed him to retain his strength?

Angrily he swept the thoughts aside, flicking his gaze to meet the other Champion's own. He couldn't quite tell if the human had similar thoughts, but as the other spoke, Volibear knew that he couldn't agree with those methods, but he would not argue. No, he needed longer to think and decide on the matter- to dispute methods so early as well, would only cause unneeded strife.

"...For now, I will withhold my attempts at striking back at them, if only to satisfy my own unwanted curiosity. I can not fully agree to what you say, but for now I stand down from my anger." The Ursine then swept his gaze over the area, once again observing all the things that linked back to their home. "Perhaps I could use a drink, after all this." He muttered gruffly.

When Yasuo spoke again, mentioning other Champions of the League that may have also been taken from their lands, Voli's ears flicked. To have others from the Institute here caused him to pause in thought- none had seemed to be missing when he had been home, but perhaps he was mistaken. That was a mystery to solve another time.

"Whether or not I know whom resides here at the moment remains to be seen, but I am fully aware that I lack the ability to find them all to see. This city appears to be larger than any back in Runeterra." He paused, thoughtful. "I think it would do us both a great service to discover whether we have comrades who reside here."

While yes, there were others Volibear whom he knew better, or could 'trust' more, there were none that he yet knew of in this vast maze of a place. Any connections he could make, here and now, would be a great favor to have in the future- and an ally of his home world would be ideal, despite their lack of communication in the past.

"I do not know how long you've been here, or what people you have met, but if we can help each other to achieve the goals we set for ourselves, I would appreciate a comrade in a world I'm yet still a stranger." 

[mastersnowdrift]

Cut From Different Cloth (CA Closed | TundrasThunder)

[mastersnowdrift]

At Volibear’s pronouncement of the state of affairs in his homeland, Snowdrift felt a chill settle in his gut. Another thing that linked them…the specter of war and of future combat in their homelands. Yet they had been swept away to here by scientists that judged them to be what, playthings? Toys? Curiosities?

At the mention of limited powers, Snowdrift’s hand closed into a fist. “I understand what you mean. The scientists stunted my chi and limited my techniques after my arrival. In time…I got them back.” He closed his eyes and offered, “Even now, they are limited. It chafes a great deal to have those limitations placed on me…”

But he’d endured far worse. “i have overcome greater obstacles in my life. I refuse to give them the satisfaction of having me completely at their beck and call. We are to keep in mind who we are at heart, yes?” Snowdrift’s eyes narrowed slightly as he said this.

"My homeland was in the midst of great changes…most of which were not for the better. I understand your frustration quite well, Volibear." Snowdrift drew in a long breath and sighed. "The difference is that the war the outsiders brought to my people has proven more divisive…and more destructive…than almost any war in my people’s history. Not since we won freedom from the shackles of the mogu, thousands of years before my time, has anything remotely like our current conflict threatened the land.”

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It would seem that even as they spoke, Volibear and Snowdrift discovered new links between the situations of their 'relocation' to Hive City; homelands at war, comrades threatened, and a deep sense of ones own dignity and self. Two things became apparent to the Champion, and they were the burning of unspent anger roiling in his chest, the tight sensation nearly forcing a growl from his lips- and the unspoken desire that always accompanied meeting a new being that held obvious strength, once he was strong enough again, he would definitely wish to spar with Snowdrift, but that was for another time.

"If we were to lose ourselves and our sense of purpose, that would be a true failure in the eyes of our ancestors." He shook his head, placing his paws upon his hips and sighing. 

Though he felt a new burn of determination when he learned of the possibility of earning his powers back. It meant he was not helpless, despite the frustration of having to pathetically wait and obey to reclaim what was rightfully his. Still, it was something. As for limitations? Hm, he was used to those. The Institute had been placing limitations on his powers for as long as he'd been with them.

"I know not of what creatures or kinds that you speak of, but I do know where your frustration lays. We are quite similar, yes?" The Polar Ursine's pure blue eyes connected with Snowdrifts own for a moment. "Life in this city will be a harsh one with such great worries upon our shoulders, but if patience is what he must have, then patient is what we should be." He paused, running one of his huge paws down the side of his face with a grumble before continuing. He hated to say it, but it was the only option the mystic could see. 

"This is a war we must fight with our minds, and perhaps one day our prize will be to return home, to fight again for our people. But... I have a feeling there is more to the eye than just what we've been told, so I ask you, what are your thoughts on this city?"

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(( I want to reply on Voli buT MY FINGERS DONT WANT TO TYPE FOR BEAR. I might have to wait until tomorrow/later today since I've literally just been sitting here going 'how do I even' with replies for the last two hours. ))

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(( By my bear's honor, I'll be getting to replies tonight! ))

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Even the bear is aware of how severely Darius has fucked up.

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Cut From Different Cloth (CA Closed | TundrasThunder)

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The voice that left the armored white bear’s mouth was deep, commanding…and carrying an aura that Snowdrift recognized, as it was quite similar to the shamans of the Shado-Pan. Specifically, those who had attained mastery over the elements. Once the white bear had introduced themselves, Snowdrift felt a smile come to the sides of his lips. The huge Pandaren bowed. “I am known as Snowdrift. I am from the continent of Pandaria on the world of Azeroth. My people…are known as the Pandaren.” He stood to his full height once his bow was completed. “I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Volibear.”

So they didn’t know each other before this, but they would from this point forwards. “The order that I have spent the last five decades serving is both the first and final line of defense for my people. Before a year ago…I had little idea what a human was. And now…”

He gestured expansively to the crowds about them. “I have spent almost nine months in this place, surrounded by humans. In that regard…we are similar, yes?”

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It seemed that as the two bears introduced themselves, an unspoken, mutual respect had already begun to forge between them. Snowdrift, as Volibear now knew him, carried a similar air to that of his comrades back home- but more powerful, almost like that of an alpha wolf leading its pack. It was a unique and familiar sense, for he too carried that aura.

The huge Ursine inclined his head, respectfully accepting his greeting. His kind and their leaders such as he, never bowed. They had seen it as a sign of weakness or undignified; however, as the... Pandaren did so, it showed none of those shameful qualities. It was nothing more than a formality to him, it would seem. 

"As am I, Snowdrift." He said simply.

Ahh... They had begun as strangers, but even as beings born worlds apart, they could almost be called of the same kin, as far as their specie went; though it would seem they may just also be kindred spirits.

"They have no respect for us- we are nothing but mindless toys to them. The humans of my world are many, but no fair majority are reckless enough to attempt to contain that which they do not understand to this extent."

The great polar Ursine shook his head solemnly at the other's words, his arms coming to rest across his chest. This City had a habit of interrupting lives, and at what cost? If this other bear who had the shine of a warrior in his eyes, had been imprisoned within this city for months, then how was Volibear expected to fight against it? He could see now that his previous thoughts was mere foolishness.

"I have my people to return to, with impending war on the horizon, and not a single warrior strong and smart enough to continue in my stead whilst our land is threatened. Yes, we are similar in that we are needed, and do not have time for these foul mind-games." 

His words rang with bitterness, directed not at the Pandaren before him, but towards those that had caged them, and as he spoke his expression darkened to a frown, turning his face towards the tall buildings surrounding the two.

"But what, I ask, are we able to do about it? I command the storms and the thunder and the lightning in Runeterra, but they stripped me of that without so much effort as it would take to skin a seal. It is infuriating to be treated like a cub's plaything."

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Splash and ripple :|: Closed starter for Xion

A world with so much space… hundreds and perhaps even thousands of buildings and streets, with parks and empty lots, as well as neighborhoods and playgrounds, to even market-places and churches. Never before had Volibear seen such a huge city crafted by humans. The closest ever having been Bandle City, or perhaps Piltover, places he had visited once or twice during his work at the Institute. Though he knew it was no more than a prison here- everyone was allowed to do as they pleased, but none of them were permitted to leave, and they all knew it-, he couldn’t help but be amazed at its sheer size.

But it wasn’t awe he felt- congested streets lined with all sorts of humans. Beggars, office workers, the homeless, the powerful, the weak, the rich and the poor; it was bizarre and perhaps even a little unnerving, how all of them could exist in each other’s space without showing any kind of respect for one another. For one whom was raised with camaraderie and a strong sense of kinship for his fellows- it disgusted Volibear to no end. He did not judge easily, and very rarely did he believe a life he did not understand was wrong, for his people did things very differently than humans. But this… this place he had been trapped in without warning or a choice in the question of staying: it was wrong, and felt tainted in ways he couldn’t even begin to describe.  

Even here in Sector Six, the one place that had shown promise for some kind of semblance to peace or cleanness, there was unrest and impatience among its inhabitants. As he stalked down the street, his intimidating presence commanding the pedestrian traffic to part from his path, there were many humans who looked shady and cruel, blatantly shoving others aside as they too strode down the street, their own foul aura parting the sea of humans- it reminded him of oil and water, the way they refused to merge.

Just inside the outskirts of this Sectors city limits -the rest receding into parks and grassy areas, where trees and cropped hedges dotted the only landscape that was soft on the eyes-, he was witness to  one more of these oily humans treatment to their less violence inclined fellows.

As he strode leisurely up the street, his own pace set to the beat of his own drum and refusing to adhere to those ahead or behind him, he spotted an exceedingly small  human cub just down the sidewalk crouched beside a meager bed of flowers. What she was doing, he knew not; but even as he watched, two other humans whom were paying no heed, carelessly knocked into her on their way down the streets, oblivious to the tiny cub being struck down to the street in their wake.

The great ursine warrior felt a searing electrical wave of frustration and anger towards the two ignorant humans, whom continued on their way without so much as a word of apology. Adult humans, he knew, could take care of themselves. That was no matter to him, but to be so careless as to practically bulldoze a child without taking a moment to right them, or apologize? It was shameful and arrogant, and it angered Volibear to no end that this city he was forced to reside in for Gods know how long, was also home to such idiocy.

He reached the small girl just as she began to pick herself up. Perhaps a bit flustered, but acting almost as though it wasn’t the first time it had happened. Without hesitation, the Ursine extended a huge claw-tipped paw to aid her return to her feet, his rumbling voice expressing gruff kindness.

“Allow me to assist you, young cub, and if you ask it, I will pursue your offenders and demand they make amends for their disrespect.”

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Back to square one :|: CA Open

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Just by how the bear spoke, walked and even stood was proof enough that this warrior was not one that should be taken lightly. Even without abilities or weapons the fact remained that he was an ursine, pit up against an average human he would clearly be able to overpower them with his immense size and strength alone. 

With his presence known, Yasuo had to play his words and actions carefully, the last thing he needed were more enemies especially one of this size and caliber. 

"Can it be helped? It’s not everyday where they see a sight like this. With great power, fear and submission always follows."

To answer Volibear’s question though, he wasn’t sure himself. The warrior wasn’t certain what the scientists wanted with him or what they planned to do with him, all he knew was he was being forced to be part of some strange science experiment like some rodent in a cage. 

"Guess so, I’m not sure what these scientists want with me. But I don’t plan to stay here long."

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Perhaps there was more to this human than that rumor told- his words had the ring of truth and forethought, a thing not often found in many of their kind. Volibear imagined perhaps that here, was a possible ally to have in this foreign world. But he wouldn't fog his thoughts with the possibilities- he was still very much a stranger, regardless of battles fought with or against him.

"Great power can also command respect and hope... But the actions of one can elicit a reaction of many. I wish not to command the cowering and fear of your fellow humans. My kind only goes to war when threatened or called to aid our brothers-in-arms." He paused, thoughtfully brushing a claw against an Ionian wind-chime, producing pure and clear notes. 

"I figured as much. Very little insight to our existences here seems to be given, and even less of what we are to do while we are here." 

Although, perhaps his purpose in this world was merely for the benefit of the scientist summoners' research curiosity. For what could be more entertaining to a twisted mind, than to strike fear in the hearts of the ignorant and unwitting? Shameful and dishonorable, but a possibility nonetheless. 

"We seem to aim for the same goal, you and I. Neither of us wish to remain here longer than we are able, am I correct?" Volibear's eyes cast to the side, hoping to make eye contact with Yasuo. "We are naught but prisoners of their world- until we free ourselves of their foul trickery."

[mastersnowdrift]

Cut From Different Cloth (CA Closed | TundrasThunder)

It wasn’t often that Snowdrift frequented District Two. The acrid tinges on the air did not do his sensitive nose any favors, and at times caused his eyes to water. Yet he had lived here, had he not? He’d called this place home at one point.

That brought a whimsical smile to his face. He’d also called District Gamma home at one point…and parts of District Three were very familiar to his feet as well. It was his new home District that was a problem. District One was endlessly re-arranging itself. You could go into a building with a very clear idea of where it was, and emerge from that building to find that you were on the other side of the District entirely. Maps were a nightmare, to say the least.

He’d taken the bicycle to District Two on a whim. This decision had taken the better part of two hours to complete, but once he was done…he felt very satisfied with himself for doing so. His vast belly still jiggled, and while he was proud of having it…it made Snowdrift realize just how much he’d been inactive of late. He didn’t like that at all…he was a Pandaren of action. Not of sitting back and enjoying the long day.

Something caught his eye…an unmistakable glint of metal through the loose crowds of District Two’s busier streets. His pedaling slowed…and then Snowdrift saw them.

A massive, armored, white-furred bear was making their way along the far sidewalk. They wore metal plates that glistened in what little light the perpetual smog of District Two allowed. His curiosity instantly aroused, Snowdrift dismounted from his bicycle and made his way closer…cautiously.

"Excuse me…" Snowdrift felt absurd saying this but the words escaped his lips regardless. "I don’t suppose I know you, do I?" In truth…Snowdrift didn’t. He just hoped it wasn’t one of the gigantic polar bears he’d been pitted against during the ice storm…

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What could have possibly gotten into his head to cause him to want to explore this specific part of the city? The acid and foul smelling air hanging in the air even outside Sector 2 was enough to warn away any visitors or pedestrians that had at least a shred of self-preservation within their instincts, so just why was Volibear himself enduring this disgusting region?

At this point he wasn't quite sure. Perhaps it was the power plant, filled with a nearly endless amount of energy- maybe he thought it could recharge what he had lost; the electrical current of magic within his blood and soul, the thing the scientists had stolen from him. Even though within the logical and reasonable part of his mind he knew it was fruitless, he couldn't quite shake the desire to just make sure he had no choice but to follow their rules.

Whatever the reasons, he was there now- and hating every moment of it. 

His large paws almost delicately avoided oil puddles and other unidentifiable liquids that were carelessly strewn about the streets, and he was quite sure his nose wouldn't work for a week once he returned to his current home. Not to mention the fact that his fur would be one hell of a job to remove the stench from.

He grumbled low in his throat at that thought, refusing to even acknowledge the idea of removing grease from his armor should he accidentally wander into an especially nasty area. Curse his impatience and stubbornness- and curse the scientists for stealing his power of the maelstrom from him.

Volibear sidestepped a passing group of factory workers, paying no heed to their second glances and hurried pace. But as he moved to continue on with his self given quest, he noticed a figure approaching from the street. His guard immediately raised, habitually preparing for an attack should they prove hostile.

But to his immense surprise, the creature that came forward was none other than an... ursine? Well, not a kind that he had ever encountered, but they fit the bill rather disconcertingly well. Nevertheless, he stood straighter, raising his head higher. If it was an ursine of his world, he refused to seem like a lost cub without a proper idea of where he was.

When the other spoke, he felt almost a flutter of amusement at what appeared to be the similarity of their thoughts, but in response the great polar bear shook his head solemnly.

"No... I do not believe we've met before." He couldn't quite put his paw on it, but something felt off about this brother-kin; he didn't quite seem to fit in the same category as Volibear and his kind did, but for the life of him he couldn't figure out how, or what that meant. Yes, he fit the common description of his people well, but... it was different for reasons he couldn't name. He had heard rumor of his kind on other regions back home, but had never quite believed they had lived anywhere else but his tribe's lands.

"My name is Volibear, leader and mystic to the Ursine within the icy northern reaches of Runeterra." He felt it only adequate to introduce himself fully, finding both pride in his title, nor a reason to come off as rude or ill-mannered. He still had his dignity and honor, after all.

"And who might you be?"

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This was definitely an odd part of the city, when the warrior had heard that the cultural area of contained almost every culture from the inhabitant’s homelands, they weren’t lying. This district was full of life, people from seemingly all lands and worlds.. it was a bit overwhelming at first. 

But what caught the warrior’s interest was one specific park in this city. Here in this park contained several relics of Ionia, though it was nothing like the natural tranquility his homeland was known for it was definitely enough, any distraction from this city was enough to satisfy. At the same time, the sweet nostalgia were also bittersweet, bringing back his strong feelings that held back in his homeland, giving an even bigger drive to find and escape from the Hive.

But as Yasuo made his way through the carved roads which oddly looked like what you’d see in Piltover, he’d notice an all too familiar shadow in the distance. Was that.. the bear from the institute of war? Who could not see? That ursine was huge, not to mention the armored bear was a sight to behold. 

The warrior didn’t know much of the champion, all he knew was that this bear was from the north, the Freljord and that he was certainly someone you wouldn’t want to mess with. After all, it was an armored bear..

The warrior was tempted to be on his way and let the bear pass, Like Volibear the warrior had no real reason approach the bear, this wasn’t the institute of war anymore. But at the same time, Yasuo felt it like he just needed to point out the obvious.

"Huh.."

"Looks like you don’t seem to mind all the attention, do you."

Whether the bear recognized him or not didn’t really matter to the warrior, if he did though this could either be a good thing, or a bad thing.

But a full grown bear walking along the streets generally caught stares and with the police running rampant in this city it was probably only a matter of time before this bear was tranquilized and put in a cage.

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This strange collection of things from his homeland was both disconcerting and comforting at the same time- even as he detached himself from the crowds, there was a feeling of reassurance. Perhaps this was a sign that he would be able to return home someday. Though, he would have to endure it like a mountain before a storm. 

Claws reached out, sharp points turned away to safely brush a tapestry that was clearly from the frosty lands of Freljord. It reminded him of his oath to Sejuani, and of her formidable strength and conviction towards Ashe. Yes. He would endure so that he may return to fight that inevitable war.

A voice addressed him from behind, vaguely familiar and definitely out of place. It interrupted his reminiscing and brought him firmly back to the present. His guard as fallen, but he made no indication of surprise. Hey may be lacking his powerful skills, but he was still a mighty warrior- none would ever live to see the day that he would openly show shock.

Turning his armored head to the side, he saw the one whom had spoken. Letting his paw drop away from the tapestry, he turned bodily towards his fellow Champion. Gruffly, he responded with the faintest note of disdain.

"My presence does indeed seem to demand acknowledgement, but I would rather not be among so many humans if all they plan to do is stare."

The ursine's sharp eyes investigated the other briefly, Volibear knew of Yasuo, a man with great strength but questionable uses of his skills. The bear cared not for the rumors that lingered around his past, but only for his honor and abilities in combat. He was at the very least, not the worst he could encounter in this new land.

"It would seem they have bitten off more than they can chew- I am neither a man like you, nor am I an absolute beast like some." He crossed his arms across his great chest, armor clinking faintly. Volibear was an impressive figure indeed.

"I assume you were brought here for the same reasons as I?"

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Back to square one :|: CA Open

Such an annoyance. To finally be free of this foreign and unwelcome city, with naught but a easily discarded feeling of displacement to worry him henceforth after his return to his home and duty as both a King and as a Champion of the League… only to be dragged back, without even the courtesy of a Summoning notice or a call to arms. It was foul treatment of a respected warrior, let alone a leader- almost as disrespectful as if he had lost his armor to them as well.

“This world’s Summoners… These scientists, will regret calling me here. One does not simply control the raging storm that is I.” Volibear’s gruff voice resounded softly in his chest, trying his best to retain his dignity as he stood without motion to the side of a street filled with colors. Severely out of place among the mostly human crowd whom paid him nearly no heed, the large Ursine warrior idly thought of ways to address his situation despite most of his fighting powers being lost to him.

And yet, his thoughts were fruitless. As of now, he was powerless to challenge their authority, and despite his pride roaring within him to fight back, he was wise enough not to indulge in the emotion. For now, he was forced into a position barely more powerful than that of a Cub. Therefore, he concluded, he must do just as he had since his youth; work with all his might to claw his way to the top, relying on his intelligence over that of his strength. He had lived this long not merely for his feats in battle- his mystic ways had instilled a valuable sense of insight, which he would put to use now.

For now, his mind told him to evaluate his surroundings, and with a resigned sigh that closely resembled a growl, he turned his dark eyes to the colors of the Sector that he had been provided living space within. Common sense told the Ursine King that his quarters would hold strong resemblance to that which he had lived in previously, however this particular section of the City was vastly different in comparison.

Almost as though a quilt seamstress had designed the street, many different pieces of what seemed to be cultural references stretched up and down the sidewalks; from merchant kiosks, wide spaces of tended landscapes with various objects within them, to obscure things such as praying shrines and entire temples, there existed a vast variety of both colors and smells, with faint noises that mingled together in an oddly harmonic medley. Very few of the already sparse pedestrians halted at these attractions, but there were some whom didn’t quite fit in with the common crowd, which deviated from the beaten path to pay homage to some place or another.

Frankly, Volibear was surprised. On his way to this area from the Core, he hadn’t taken much notice in these oddities, but despite his anger towards the rulers of this city, he couldn’t help but feel a spark of respect for this inclusion. It seemed there was a little bit of everything here, from places that obviously were not of any world like this one- it seemed they had added missing puzzle pieces of home worlds into this obscure stretch of cityscape.

As he slowly waded his way through the few humans along his path, passing through the Sector slowly and with a keen eye on his surroundings, he felt a little nudge in his mind at a glance. It wasn’t so much a shock as it was a hesitant feeling of surprise. Here, along the streets and exposed for all to see, were relics of his home. Ah, well. Not his home specifically, the tundra of his birth was not part of this… display? He wasn’t quite sure how to describe it. It was as though a tiny bit from every corner of Runeterra had been compressed into a small park, no bigger than other sections along the roads and buildings.

Even as he closed in on the area to investigate, another uncommon and irregular shape among the mundane crowd waded in his general direction, but he paid it no heed- unless they approached him or had cause to address him, it was no matter for him to ponder.

Though, it would be rather hard not to notice the large, armor-encased Polar Ursine walking as casually as possible among the humans that stood heads shorter than him.