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@vilestar
#VILESTAR: an independent, private, & selective Lord Veigar from the League of Legends franchise. Inked by Wyrm.
Defaults to the Beta editor on all posts, but can switch to Legacy if my partner uses it.
Please familiarise yourself with the rules & muse prior to interacting.
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// Hi.
"Ah, the joys of living near Noxus' borders. You can never truly miss the daily clown to clown communication." he proceeds to close his beloved book and shift his attention towards his nearest window. To witness the fiend retaining his composure despite the current circumstances is a shocking sight. Had it not been the case, he would've puffed out his chest andβ
"QUIIIIIEEEEETTT."
// If your muse somehow manages to befriend Veigs (very hard thing to achieve in itself) this video is bound to happen btw. Sorry I don't make the rules.
Cosmic cat! β¨π«πβοΈπ
Bork
The door to Boleham Tower shrieks open, unveiling naught but absolute obscurity within its confines. As the rays of sunshine threaten to storm the building, the beast's eyes emerged from the dark, flashing with intense hatred, staring at the world before him.
Somewhere in his perimeters was a portal leading to Bandle City. He could sense the spiritual magic flowing in the morning breeze, the glittery matter that caresses mortal curiosity. It is imperative for yordles to close the portals behind them, lest they desire to welcome danger with open arms. Lord Veigarβhe who could not access the portals through natural meansβwas amongst said danger.
Bandle City's townspeople were cautious, but also very, VERY naive and stupid, for a lack of better words. They adhere to their codes letter by letter, but occasionally forget the most crucial of steps. It was apparent that the tyrant took advantage of this foolishness, creeping towards the entrance with ill intents. The mythical realm of the yordles was not prepared to meet his wrath.
...Oh? Who is this distinguished gentleman trotting near the tower?
// What's 9 + 10
"MY STACKS?!"
It's a crossover episode
Commission for @dedoggie ^w^
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suffer on! itβs tuesday! donβt forget to always be your worst.
Was she threatened? Yes. But not by his boasting and demands of groveling. But because of the power that was behind such claims. This didn't mean that Lee Sin would do exactly as demanded. For there was a nation across the ocean that had tried that before, and they were met with resistance and resilience. Something Lee Sin had plenty of.
A deep breath, a rumbling from within. A flame that warmed the body and soul. And then dispersed with a single wave of the hand. Strengthening Lee Sin's will and dispersing any concerns or hesitations that he had.
"Noxus has tried to make my people bend the knee, they too reveled in the destruction and suffering of my people. But they were vanquished in the face of unity, tranquility, and balance. You will find me a tough opponent to break, Lord Veigar."
"I preach peace and ask for harmony. But I will fight, bleed, and die for my ideals if I must!" To try and make a display Lee took a deep breath before bellowing out a primordial roar. Something ancient, something that did not belong to the Monk herself.
Nearby animals and spirits scattered, and the winds fell silent. Even the waters ceased running. And the Monk put one foot forward, with enough force to make the area quake.
"Have you come to harm Ionia and its people? Then you must face the Dragon's rage... Or will you cease your threats and chose the path of communication?" Please, let it be communication. Lee Sin kept their skills sharp, but that didn't mean they reveled in fighting the way they did when they were a brash teenager. If Lee had to die here, then so be it. But the roar had warned his pupils, they would know that something occurred... Extreme? Perhaps. But Lord Veigar could crush her, and she knew it. Trying to appear to be a nuisance of an opponent was another technique she taught to her pupils.
A long pause, as the fiend wore a grimace throughout the monk's parade. The darkness around him mimicked his inner thoughts and emotions. It behaved similarly to a mindless puppet that knew naught but follow its host: it flinched and briefly backed down in retaliation, disturbed by the quaking earth below them, unsure of the power lying within their opponent.
To say this uncertainty was plaguing the villain's mind would be an understatement. He hated every second of it, every speck of resistance expressed by those pretentious protectors of the land. What crawls within the depths of space was no laughing matter, and HE could unchain it in one snap of his claws. Do these fools truly believe in defying the infinitum of the raging cosmos?!
Alas confidence and conceit sprung back from their burrow, and Lord Veigar began to cackle with all his might. The air gradually grew eerie, and waves of corrupted purples and lightnings surfaced from his person, growing contorted as it provoked what remaining energy the monk had to offer.
"Enoooough with the soliloquy already. I'm the star of the show here!" there was a mocking tone flowing in his voice as he told that pun, mixed with a tint of boredom that created the perfect flavour of snide.
"Hello? You are comparing ME to a WEAKER force, genius. Life isn't a fairytale. There is no such thing as love and friendship to come and save you from the terrors above." did his current behaviour even reflect the title he wields? Truly Lord Veigar was amongst the few monsters that could carry horrific strength while being a complete, boastful mess. "Ionia WILL meet its end, such is a fact none can escape. And today? Today is not that day unfortunately. My presence is solely devoted to some personal errands I will not openly disclose. I just happened to have stumbled upon... the likes of you, is all.
Go ahead. Entertain me. Manifest that path of communication or whatever. Spew more of those irrational 'LIFE LESSONS' if it helps you cope! And pray you don't awake my thirst for annihilation."
Who brought the cat here.
post this cat when they least expect itΒ
Apollo - the gift of prophecy
ANONYMOUS: how does it feel to be viable in pro play after one change?
@vilestar is absolute power.
Lee Sin knew what power was. You would not find him bragging, but carrying the spirit of the Dragon was no light burden. It was power, raw, and dangerous. Something that could easily overwhelm her, it almost had once before. Now make the power hollow, but infinite.
This was what Lee Sin had before them.
And yet? Even in the face of such power, the Elder remained calm and composed. Despite the shiver that ran down their spine, despite the agitation the Dragon felt.
"Greetings. I don't think we have been acquainted yet. I am Lee Sin, may I know your name, powerful one?"
Partnering with the alleviating sounds of lush and fauna were growls, hisses, the faint clanking of iron boots pressing the soil with delight. Was it a monster? A person? The perfect incarnation of everything vile? His spirit was void, yet overflowing at the same time. His heart was fueled with rage, but a snide of twisted joy soared in the emptiness that consisted his entire character. No light or life; only darkness. It crept in his petite stature, drawn by his presence, merging with his figure, obeying all his bidding.
"Such tranquility! Such coolness! Why lie to yourself, mortal? Why authorize such futile, pathetic display?" spoke the beast in a snarky manner as he slowly approached the other threateningly, unleashing his utmost booming laughter. One could call it playful snide and frisky sarcasm, however the bitterness and distortion of his words reeked all but friendliness. It felt as if his behaviour was unorthodox for his kind.
"Listen to your guts and scream. Scream before Lord Veigar; He Who shall burry your loved ones in a spectacle of horrors!" the mage continued. The theatrics were fun. Fun for him that is. Manipulating the fear factor was always the best case scenario during first meetings.
As a being of magic, part of him could sense the uncertainty and agitation the monk partially went through. It was exquisite. It was music to his concealed ears! But knowing how resilient Ionians traditionally were, how long could he keep it running?
