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Roleplay Blog for Morgana from League of Legends. No affiliation to R.iot Games. Selective. Canon Divergent. Mun is 25+. Trigger warnings for: written violence, self harm mentions, negative emotions and mental health, mature written content. Please read my rules before interacting. Written by: Eurydice
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// ooc:
I really want to return but work has been absolute hell for months. 10-14+ hrs of unpaid overtime a week because I'm salaried. I apologize for the lack of replies.
☭ Syla- GRAGAS!
GRAGGYYY
BATTLE THEME: I just really like witcher music BATTLE INTRO: "Gragas! A fellow soul from an older age. I recognize your wisdom and strength, let us witness who is stronger." VICTORY: "This victory is ill earned. Rise. I'll aid your wounds, and we may later share a cup of tea." DEFEAT: "I commend your might. It seems that my aspect blood is no match against your skill, and yet you do not tell me what you are." ASSIST: "I shield him with my darkness! You are a fool to underestimate him. Harm him and I will spare you no mercy!" TAUNT: "What if I told you that drink you shared with me wasn't actually as good as I said it was?" REACTING TO TAUNT: "Hah! Even with taunts you hesitate against me. You promised a fight, do not hold back!" FLEE: "Alright you win! I've had enough with the barrel throws, that really hurts! Washing my wings is going to take forever!" REACTING TO FLEE: "Oh, come on! Giving up already, dear friend? You're lucky my wings are bound or I would have caught you in a matter of seconds!" TIE: "I suppose we really are evenly matched. It is no dent to my pride. Some rest is well deserved, I'll prepare us some snacks." PERFECT VICTORY: "Do you fear to harm me? Is that why you hesitate?! I have faced horrible agonies in my long life. You need not fear a fight between friends!" FINISH MOVE: "BOUND BY OUR TRUTHS! I REVEAL YOURS!"
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BATTLE THEME: BATTLE INTRO: VICTORY: DEFEAT: ASSIST: TAUNT: REACTING TO TAUNT: FLEE: REACTING TO FLEE: TIE: PERFECT VICTORY: FINISH MOVE:
She can't help but feel her face soften at the sight of Morgana laughing. It helped humanize her further. Or perhaps 'humanize' was not the right word for it? Morgana was plenty 'human.' Besides, what did it even mean to be 'human'? It was humans who persecuted mages and magical beings in the first place.
Why such a simple thing made her this flustered, Sylas didn't know. But her red cheeks said plenty as she awkwardly scratched her neck, trying to subdue the burning of her face.
Managing a chuckle as she shook her head at Morgana's further teasing. "Even if your disguise was that of a lovely little grandma, I would still dance with you, Morgana. I don't care what you look like, I know the woman beneath the facade, and that is more than enough for me." Sylas said with a wisdom unbecoming of the hotheaded rebel. "I'll just tell everyone you're a very distant relative instead." She stuck out her tongue, slicking her hair back, knowing she'd get away with her cheeky behavior. It had been so long since she could just be carefree and laugh... Not since she was a child... It once again reminded her how long she had been imprisoned.
Morgana's eyes softened and she regarded her with a warm smile, touched by her words. The recollection of her struggles with her appearance back in her youth was still fresh in her memory. In the earliest years of Demacia, Kayle was praised as the gallant golden child with hair like braided sunlight and magic befitting of an angelic champion of justice. Morgana on the other hand had always been the shadow, magic steeped in a contrasting darkness which many of those early Demacians feared was an omen. Morgana had been the black sheep, never a true equal to Kayle's light, something wicked in appearance that was often feared. For someone to be untroubled by her true appearance made her feel... affirmation.
Another small laugh at her playfulness. She was glad that Sylas also seemed to be warming up to her. "You are too kind. Though calling me a distant relative could bring about complications. I would advise against it." she knew nothing of Sylas' lineage, other than what hints she could collect of her imprisonment. Morgana folded her arms over her chest as she seemed to think. "The thought would be amusing. An older sister? An aunt? I'd have excuse to openly scold and embarrass you then." a cheeky little smirk of her own.
── in battle your muse,
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fights honorably (not strictly) / fights dirty
prefers close - quarters / prefers range
chats during / goes silent
low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance (very)
attacks in bursts / attacks steadily
goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first
is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases
gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking
uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle
rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging / fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement
fights because they have to / fights because they want to
fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another
prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand-to-hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalised weapon / prefers magic alchemy or spells
their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional
transforms for battle / fights as they appear
relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed
uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential /
exhausts quickly / has high stamina
behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities
uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength
avoids civilians / strikes down civilians (anyone is capable of being judged)
damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings
signature fighting style / makes it up as they go
mastered skill-set / learning their skill - set
messy fighter / elegant fighter
accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy
compliments their opponent / insults their opponent
uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves
prefers to dodge / prefers to block
defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable
uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method
plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy
waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready
fears death / fears pain / fears killing
has ptsd / avoids fighting
has lost a fight / has won a fight
has killed / refuses to kill
wants to die standing / would succumb slowly
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There was a pause in Sylas' actions. Thinking about how to best answer that praise from Morgana- only to simply offer a sheepish smile and a grateful nod before continuing her shaving. She didn't know how to answer... It meant a LOT to her that Morgana praised her like this. Something she would probably never get used to.
Sylas stifled a laugh. Quick to hide the growing grin on her face, to finish the last few strokes with the stone before flicking it on the ground and checking her face. Smooth- or smooth as could be. She'd do the final steps back in camp with a sharp knife she'd borrow from someone- probably Yops'.
"I can't believe you're basically calling yourself an interesting woman. The Morgana I know was never so filled with confidence or let a dash of arrogance show... Am I affecting you more than you want to admit?" She asked with a smirk; which immediately fell to a pouting scowl. "Really? That's low, Morgana."
"Here I am, LYING for you against MY people!" Spoken with some extra dramatic flair... "And you keep secrets from me? Very well. I see how it is. I will just have to wait."
Morgana's face crinkled in laughter at her reaction, and she would not subdue it this time. Smiling and laughing seemed to come easily in Sylas' presence. It had been some time since Morgana felt that she could casually allow another to see these expressions, and she now knew that Sylas would not see her as less for it. In her refuge she was simply Morgana, without the veil or mortal guise.
"What can I say, you're already impressionable enough to make this wicked old witch smile" she spoke, laughter lingering in her tone as it steadily calmed. She did not know why she found it so humorous. She had not smiled this much in quite some time, her face was bound to feel some soreness later. Though, it also made her feel a selfish disappointment that Sylas was bound to leave sometime soon, even if she'd see her again. Time felt too long, and yet too short for her in moments like these.
"I'll just let you know that my guise is tame. You do not need to worry about dancing with a shriveled old woman, even if I am a crone."
Getting Jinxed with these nails
//ooc
I'm ready to get emotionally wrecked by the Arcane finalle.
A grin spread across Sylas' face. One that in the past would never have graced her chapped and scarred lips. She was happy for Morgana and happy to help out; certainly. But her mention of courageous mages? Her comrades in bindings. Her friends and rag-tag... family.
Their tales deserved to be heard; their victory celebrated. Few might speak their names. But it was Luxanna who would take most of the celebration and glory. It didn't matter... so long as their secret patron, their grounded watcher from the shades, knew of their struggles. To know that the people Morgana helped were there: alive and well, in big part thanks to her. That was what mattered most.
A scoff escapes the rebel leader as she continues shaving; a lot more careful this time around. Even as she feels the need to snap back at Morgana's remark. "Your social skills are better than mine, Morgana. Or have you forgotten our first conversation?" Curt. Rude. Direct. Perhaps even downright hostile. Only revenge and rebellion on her mind... It's only after their suffering that Sylas had become a lot more tolerable.
"Morrigan? Hah! Sure; why not!" Humored, she finished a section of her chin and drew the stone along the floor to get rid of unwanted hairs. Thinking to herself. "Morrigan lives deep within the woods; an expert at avoiding the Mageseekers. She has helped us out with potions and the occasional deferral of seekers trying to find our camp. She's not much of a conversationalist, but I demanded she join us nonetheless."
Spinning a tale like that? It came as natural as breathing. Despite everything, Sylas had regained in terms of 'humanity' after being imprisoned for as long as she had. She had yet to feel any shame in deception, lying and betraying...
"Sounds good to me..."
Their first interaction was unforgettable. Morgana had observed Sylas' actions with cautious optimism through stray prayers. Her escape from prison was unmatched in Demacia's history, and within a single day Morgana had heard her name praised and cursed from the dozens of voices that held some reverence for the Veiled Lady. Sylas' determination was undoubtable, and her fearlessness during Morgana's test was impressive. But she was too full of anger and rage back then, just as Morgana had once been. It was within Sylas' right after so much suffering. Retribution was a powerful motivator, but in too great a measure it clouded judgement and led towards a darker path. Sylas needed temperance so she could lead with clarity. And by their second meeting, she had earned Morgana's blessing.
"You need not feel guilt of how you behaved. You grew from it, and now you lead with greater clarity" she assured, in case that were still troubling her. She would not want to make Sylas feel more guilt than she already did. With that assurance aside, Morgana gave a slow approving nod as she pictured the story that Sylas effortlessly crafted.
"She sounds like an interesting woman. Such reclusion would make her awkward if not dull, I do not need to change much to make that story believable. I like it." Morgana upturned her palm and the purple glow of her magic gathered at her fingertips. She only knew how to glamour a single simple guise for herself, it should more than suffice for the occasion. It had been one of her saving graces up until now. "You've never seen my disguise. I'll leave it as a surprise until then." she added with a playful smirk.
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Full Video: https://youtu.be/ZHhqwBwmRkI? I was blown away watching this. Kindred's Lamb and Wolf are my favourite duo in League of Legends so to see this so perfectly orchestrated with the curtain performance was INSANE!! ARHHH
Morgana had to admit that the idea was very compelling. She had daydreamed something similar in passing midday thoughts born of solitude and idleness. She wondered what it would be like to just... casually talk to the mages who participated in the mage resistance as a fellow equal and nothing more. No formalities or the one-sided conversations through prayer, since most importantly, she longed to be seen and acknowledged in return without the impediment of her celestial condition. It stirred excitement in her heart and the liveliness of her dark eyes and clasped hands reflected that much. Her feathers ruffled the slightest beneath their magical bindings in response.
"That... would be incredible. I would love to speak with them and to know more of these courageous mages!" she answered, voice swelling with excitement. This timid desire of hers was beginning to feel tangible. She stiffened a slight as she caught herself and shifted her wings back to their relaxed position with the gentle tinkling of metal. Her hands settled neatly upon her lap once more as she recovered her composure. How embarrassing. Her gaze returned to Sylas, bright with hope and warmth at her kind offer.
"I trust you, Sylas. And I truly appreciate this. If you deem it safe then I shall wholly believe it and place my faith in your judgement." and that she did. She would not have blessed her otherwise, much less invited her into her abode. "My social skills are... lacking, to say the least. I suggest we meet in that secluded spot you mentioned and see where the night takes us. We shall dance to our hearts content, terrible as we are. You can spin any tale of me you think fitting". And knowing Sylas' cunning, it was bound to be interesting. Perhaps even a decision to mildly regret later. Morgana tapped a finger upon her lap as she pondered her simple human disguise. "We can go with the name... Morrigan. Creative, aren't I?"
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Boops her snoot. "Welcome back lady."
Her snoot is bopped. Small sneeze.
Morgana would 100% be rooting for Zaun. She is a champion for the underrepresented and believes Chaos is a byproduct of discontent. The people have the right to express their anger and desire for change. She fully supports Sylas and the Mage Revolution as well. It is justice.
Humans often regarded Morgana with caution or distaste once they caught an inkling of her otherworldliness. Their aversion stemmed from the survival instincts which urged one to feel unease with the unknown and unfamiliar, an instinct that guided one away from risk or danger. It had made even the simplest interactions in her shrouded form strained. Yet this unpredictable wildcard of a woman was one of the few to regard her with the refreshing causality that Morgana had long yearned for. Perhaps it was Jinx's free-spirited nature that led her to gamble caution to the wind. She would not dare call Jinx's impulsiveness madness as some may claim... she was authentic, an expression of free will itself. Jinx was a rare soul that gave Morgana a desire for spontaneity and excitement with her presence.
Jinx's compliment boosted Morgana's budding confidence. Even if this was not quite her form, Morgana savored the rare compliment. "The dress is doing most of the work. Truly, you made a marvelous choice" she said, deflecting compliments per habit. Though at Jinx's choice of options, that tint of red upon her cheeks deepened a shade at the implication that something like Morgana would ever step foot in someplace like Babette's. She would consider herself prudish by the circumstance of her complete lack of worldly experiences thus far. Morgana's stance faltered a slight and her eyes shifted somewhat guiltily to the ground from her earlier tempted thoughts of Babette's.
"I... have not participated in either place. I have disappointingly never been truly inebriated either." But she had been tempted by those vices whenever she visited Zaun and passed by similar establishments. The thrilling loud music, the shifting bodies that danced with careless joy and freedom. Morgana had often wondered what that must feel like, what she could feel like if she lost herself within that crowd or in the company of others. Should she be so ashamed of her own cravings for human indulgence?
"I mean, I of course know the gist of what happens in both. I've even taken a curious peek by Babette's before." she quickly added, embarrassed by her lack of experience. "I am just... not quite sure what do. In such places. Or how." she admitted, shoulders slumping.
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They're so pretty <3
