#Lian Scion Of House Aico

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“Kneel!”

Little gift for @tianshiko who loves her bae ♥

[astramariam]

Selfie! 👑 Lian is so perfect I can’t 😍

[mcytbdamofficial]

hi friends!! i know this is a bdam account but... im really proud of something i wrote for another fandom that i’d like to share!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32971657

it’s a one-shot about lian and rei from paladins - you don’t HAVE to read it, but i would REALLY appreciate some feedback, even if you don’t know the fandom. i’m quite happy with it!!

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(Tumblr/New Folks):     Hello guys and gals, Welcome to some Paladins Lian Gameplay with your host ImHealthyWC! In this video we play Lian, a sniper type damage class that feels more like Sha Lin and Kinessa. It is super fun to play and I recorded my first impressions with you today! Note: This was my like 3rd or 4th match. I just had bad games, and I didn’t know how to aim with the character or correctly play her so I got so mad A LOT OF TIMES. Note 2: The match is a little (or a lot) unsynced. Sorry! I forgot OBS wasn’t recording my mic so I had to just kind of guess where OBS recorded for the most part. HOPEFULLY! I have no more desync issues... but I cant say that for sure.

(Youtube/New Folks):     Hello guys and gals, Welcome to [#Paladins] Lian Gameplay! (1) IT'S A SNIPER! with your host ImHealthyWC. In this video we play Lian  Scion of House Aico. A very fun class in the game called Paladins. Enjoy, Like and Subscribe! :D

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Aico Tyra au

So this us something that ive talked about in the kinessie discord. basically the idea is that after the sentinals disbanded instead of leaving last tyra was instead approched by lian, and hired to be her to be the primus of house aico, these are just some hc's on what it would be like.

So at first tyra is unsure to do it, the sentinals may be gone, buck and kinessa had already left, but viktor and strix were still the only family she had, she didnt wanna leave them

It was actually strix fhat convinced her to go, he told her it would be alright, and he would be sure to take care of vik as best he could

Lian was estatic that tyra accepted. Not onlu would she not be forced to take some guard here parents chose, but now her primus was going to be her girlfriend

Tyra waz facinated my lians homeland, it was something...new to her, thats probably why she was so interested yet scared by it

She was made the official primus in a long and glorious ceremony, much to the dismay of lian's parents who were there

Tyra was made custom armor bythe finest smiths in the land. It looked like a combonation of her lotus skin and Khan's armor, though tyra didnt not have a helmate. Lian also made sure tyra could put her bearskin cape on the armor

Tyra would keep her braid most of the time, sometimes trying an asian bun

Though she didn't exactly love having to "be proper" and "follow orders" she was at least happy it was lian telling her what to do

Tyra worked for lian for 3 years before the 2 returned to the magustrate headquarters for a meeting

When tyra arrived she saw strix and viktor. She walked up to them and simply muttered "you two got old" before they all hugged and cried, the entire night was spent sharing stories of what had happen in the years they were away.

During her time as the primus tyra did marry lian, though unofficially as lian didnt want the nation to freak out that she married her own guard. They keep it a secret for now

When the crystals war started tyra didnt fight for the magistrate, she fights for lain and lian alone. And will follow any decision her scion makes, for she is tyra, primus of house aico

[xdunoir]

The magistry commands I fulfill my duties.

https://twitter.com/pande_wiratama/status/939513801833005056?s=17

[mochi-icecream]

Lian, Scion of House Aico! My favorite damage champion.

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Lian, Scion of House Aico

[rinaldoescobar]

the phoenix, to ash [ao3]

rating: t word count: 1426 summary: Lian. Scion of House Aico. Fearless, and graceful, and—as Ash thought privately, the most beautiful thing to touch the blood-soaked fields of battle.

The first time Ash saw her, she was rising into the air like a phoenix; dress whipping around her ankles, unarmored even in in the heat of a pitched battle and yet unscathed—and felled a dozen men with a single word. After that battle—a victory, but just, and infuriatingly close—Ash asked the company who she was. Her wide-eyed questions were met with incredulous scoffs, and those who were not busy mourning their fallen brothers took the time to fill Ash in with stories around a raging bonfire.

Lian. Scion of House Aico. Fearless, and graceful, and—as Ash thought privately, the most beautiful thing to touch the blood-soaked fields of battle. This new opponent kept showing up, less in skirmishes and more in the pivotal battles. Ash, with something near fear, noticed how her presence raised enemy morale. She found herself surrounded on all sides more than once, charging to safety instead of into a knot of enemies, and losses mounted—the Scion, glowing gold, and her men, howling into the sky. Ash found herself cursing House Aico as she bound up her wounds in gauze and waited for their medic to close them.

She forged a name for herself—heard it from the mouth of a captured agent of the enemy, right before she sent him hurtling off of a cliff to his death.

The War Machine.

Did she deserve it? Yes, of course. As her fellows were cut down, new ones rose up alongside her; they fell too, and another crop grew from the carnage. Ash remained, steadfast. She took the name for herself-- War Machine. Slowly, but surely, she started to see the difference a name made as the enemy broke rank in the face of her charge.

But it wasn’t enough, and this night saw her leading an exhausted group to find camp as a scouting group separated from the vanguard and melded with the trees. Ash knew, with a heavy heart, that the morning would see only half of them alive. The remnants of her haggard vanguard settled down for the night in one of the clearings that they’d managed to secure, and blood still slicked the grass when she set off at sunset on the patrol route. It was only a measure of luck and restlessness that saw her volunteering for patrol duty, really—normally she took what rest she could. This night, unrest seized her. For the most part, she found a deer path that circled the camp and followed it. Her legs ached.

There was no quiet night. After an hour of nothing but the rustling of leaves in crisp night air, Ash caught sight of white fabric slipping behind a tree trunk.

Really. If this was a spy, it was a poor one. Who wore white in the dead of night, and under the gleam of a full moon at that? Ash stalked forwards—not graceful, and never having deluded herself as being such—and snared the intruder around the waist, grabbing at their braided belt that hung at their—her—hips in a draping of gold. Of silk. It was deceptively soft. Ash pulled her into the open, rough and unmindful of what might be sent flying from the harsh jerk.

Oh, shit. The elegant planes of the Aico Scion stared her down, bright in surprise but not scared.

“Unhand me.” Lian straightened up and shot Ash an entirely steely look. Ash caught herself and scoffed.

“What, afraid that I’ll scratch your tiara?” That, perhaps, was uncalled for. Stung with images of Lian and her rifle glowing with royal energy, she’d said the first thing to come to mind. Lian cleared her throat and eyed Ash, up and down as if Ash were standing at attention for her, not seizing her by the belt. Ash fought the tingling sense of inadequacy such a look wrought within her.

“I see you often in the front lines.” Lian graciously ignored the gaffe and bluster, somehow managing to look down her nose at Ash despite being around her height. It was… strangely intimidating, almost moreso than when she rose into the air to cut down the enemy. Her enemy. Ash’s battalion.

Ash swallowed, fisted her hand in the soft material of Lian’s belt. “That’s my placement, yeah.”

Lian shook her head, as if she were merely mildly disappointed and not cornered. “The word that concerns me here is often. Normally, someone as bullheaded as you would be dead.”

Ash didn’t know whether to read that as a compliment or condescending, and—well, it was probably a good mixture of both. She squared her shoulders and resigned herself to playing second fiddle in whatever this counted as, conversation or elongated threat. “Get to the point before I shout and alert the whole battalion.”

“I would say it was refreshing to be spoken to as an equal, but we are not, and you should show me the proper respect.” Lian raised her chin. Ash stood firm even though that glare could likely melt glass with the pure force behind it, the heat. Gone was the icy presence in battle; Ash felt fire, and almost wanted to jerk back as if burned. She did not. She only inclined her head, less a measure of the demanded respect and more a challenge.

“There is no respect in war, only honor.”

“Well said. You would know, though, war machine.” Lian tilted her head. Ash’s eyes followed the cascade of her hair, loosely coiffed and reflecting back the meager moonlight in pale shades of ivory, and she finally loosened the hold on the braided belt. Her stomach tightened. Flipped. War Machine. It sounded different in Lian’s voice, less of a name and more of a title. It certainly sounded a touch more dignified.

“Well? Anything to say?” It felt awkward and clumsily-placed and Ash knew that Lian thought the same if the delicate curl of her lip said anything. She nodded, though, and their eyes met. The moment hung in the air, thick and choking like smoke before Lian broke the tense silence.

“Kneel.”

Ash stayed still, holding Lian at arm’s length. The warrior smiled, showing no teeth, and yet Ash felt as if at any second she could rip her throat out with nothing but. The barrel of her rifle bumped into Ash’s belly. Despite the thick armor, Ash knew what it could do. It hummed, cold through the armor.

“I won’t ask again.”

Ash scowled, but—she was smart enough to know when she was beaten, and running away now was tantamount to cowardice. She knelt, released Lian’s belt and felt the softness of it against her fingers one last time. It was with distinct unease she noticed that the mouth of the rifle now rested at her forehead. Lian, though, didn’t take the easy shot. She let the rifle raise above Ash’s head instead.

“I must admit, you are interesting. If only you were on the right side.”

Ash stared at the ground. Her palm rested in the dirt. “I am on the right side.”

The chill of the rifle settled on her shoulder and made it ache. Lian sighed. “My side,” she corrected, and finally stepped back. The dress swished around her calves, shorter than the ones she wore into battle, and Ash still didn’t rise even though Lian was now safely away.

“I’ll watch for you in battle.”

“Next time, I won’t let you get the drop on me.” Her voice held the rough and frustrated timbre of a promise. Lian laughed low in her throat and turned, shaking her head.

“I do admire you, War Machine. It is… an honor to face an opponent such as yourself. But war machines can be broken, and the mightiest stones worn away by the tide.”

Ash recognized it for what it was: a threat. She stubbornly refused to respond, though something angry leapt to her throat. She kept it caged behind her teeth, and growled instead.

“You would be an asset.”

She turned, then, dress brushing against her legs. Ash watched her leave—it felt like betrayal.

Ash only rose to her feet once the Lian disappeared properly into the underbrush. She then noticed, with a groan and a feeling close to impending doom, the sparkle of a jade hairpin halfway buried in the dirt. She picked it up and tucked it into her pocket.

She’d give it back. Hell or high water. And since Lian surely wouldn’t come back to enemy territory after being caught, that meant…

Dammit.

[paladinsconfessions]

New champion announced! Lian, Scion of House Aico!! (Whatever that means)

-Yui 🐦

[lyraheart-art]

Lian, Scion of House Aico. New damage champion from Paladins, released today. Haven’t had a chance to play her (and probably won’t for a while due to instalocks), but she looks fun. She might even rival Tyra as a favorite damage champ for me. 

Struggled a bit with this painting. Trying to break out of the creative funk I’ve been in. I’m happy with parts of it, while other parts of it could use some work. 

Recorded a video for her too, if you like to watch speedpaints/timelapses. 

Hope you’re all enjoying your day/night!

[xdunoir]

I messed up. The face did not turned out as it should...sorry.

Diana Cavendish, Scion of the House of Cavendish as Lian, Scion of house Aico. 

Constanze next time and Amanda probs...can’t make any promises.

Diana’s legs!

[thedrawpaladins]

◆ Hey everyone!

Welcome to the realm and say hi to new champion: Lian, Scion of House Aico!

◆ OB54 is up, if you haven’t see patch notes, you can find it in official Paladins website: https://www.paladins.com/open-beta-54-patch-notes-ice-and-gunfire/

◆ Also you can find the video/ overview by HirezAlyssa: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7JsUx2NsPY

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Lian, Scion of House Aico

[paladinsheadcanons]

You guys saw (Or hear,ha) The Lian's voiceline to Androxus "I've dealt with many corrupt people. You just wear it on your sleeve" MORE CORRUPT PEOPLE? WHAAAAAAT

I think she means political corruptness, although that could be a possibility.  Considering how she’s the Scion of House Aico (and her code name is ‘Princess’), she’s probably had to deal with that.