#lmao Veigar is struggling to keep his need to boast under wraps SO much

[astronomicalevil]

infinite-xerath

In all fairness, Veigar’s ruse wasn’t awful... But the former Grand Magus of Shurima knew all-too-well the tactics being employed. He’d once have to stroke the egos of the royal court, including that of the emperor himself, with all manner of flattery to make them do as he pleased. He knew such tactics well, even if the Magus hadn’t needed to rely on them in ages. However... Perhaps they could serve him here. Xerath watched Veigar’s display, and certainly, the casual demonstration of Celestial magic was nothing to dismiss outright... But as one reborn in the power of the Sun itself, he almost found such boasts in his presence laughable. Regardless, Veigar was right about one thing: there WERE opportunities to learn here... Especially if the yordle was eager to learn. In response, Xerath held out his hand, and formed within it a sphere of raw, pulsating mana: the rawest form of magic made manifest. “You think you know power, yordle? I AM power!” Suddenly, the mana in his hand transformed into a bight, blue flame. “I see the forces that hold the universe together... I know secrets of magic that would break lesser minds.” Xerath dismissed the flame, before continuing. “However... I acknowledge that your magic IS impressive. For that alone, I am willing to humor your request. If you can prove that you possess knowledge that even I do not, then I shall aid you in your quest.”

"Then you and I are alike in that manner. I know much that mortal beings would crumble beneath." Veigar hums, pretending to not be impressed by Xerath's display of power. Yes, the raw mana was impressive, but Veigar had seen mind-breaking power and walked away in one piece. At least… He thinks so. That's how he remembers it. He knows Xerath's boasts sound exactly like what Veigar tells everyone else.

He has to bite his tongue to prevent himself from mocking Xerath. The last thing he wants is to ruin this opportunity to learn more. And if Xerath is as powerful as he claims… Well, best to avoid the effort of a fight.

But to prove he knows something Xerath does not? Hard to do, when he doesn't know what Xerath knows…. Veigar narrows his eyes in thought. Something clicks in the back of his mind. He is a Yordle. Yordles inherently know a magic no other being does, don't they? It's… hard to recall. Veigar thinks so, though.

"Very well… I have a few ideas, but I suppose I should leave it up to your interest. Would you care to see Yordle magic, corruptive magic, necromancy, a further extent of celestial?"

@infinite-xerath

Veigar had always been something of a wanderer. Yes, he would always return to his hidden home eventually, but the self-declared Master of Evil could never stay still for too long. Why stay put and start feeling caged, when there was evil to be wrought and trouble to find? Or cause…

So it is that Veigar locates one of the many hidden gates he’s discovered, ignoring the sense of familiarity about them, and watches as the swirling yellow and gold twists and fades into purple and black at his approach. Another thing he would unravel the secrets of, in time. Veigar takes pause to adjust his hat, before he steps through.

He finds himself stepping right into a crowd of others. Quizzical looks are cast his way, and he meets them in turn with a stern glare. The gate closes behind the tiny wizard, and he begins to walk away as if he owns the place. “Pay me no mind! Should you become a nuisance to me, I’ll rend your miserable forms to shreds.”