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summonersauronbane replied to your post: :D

It looks like if Vlad stole one of LeBlancs outfits :D

CALLED IT! 

[erratic-onslaught]

Ask thingy! 2 and 20

Munday Ooc Questions

2: What made you choose your muse?

I made him by accident – was the abrupt end of a long time of making no OCs – and fleshed him out far more than remotely anticipated on my part. But then I hit a dead end as to where his story should go from there, but I have no story or anything to put him in… So until then, why not figure the rest of his story and self through roleplays?

20: [OC] How did you choose their name?

I know it sounds absolutely like a pun on the word “hail,” but it’s not, I swear!I can see troll names coming from one of three sources: being named after their elders or other trolls, being a combination of sounds that their caretaker/parents just like, or from words they have heard in passing. “Words” covers a large spectrum of what could end up as a name.

That’s the lore explanation of him having such a common-ish human name. The creation reason is from that kind of, too; I wanted to find a name that fit him by definition. “Hale” means to be strong and healthy, fighting fit and in well devoid of illness and ailments.Before it was because of that “fighting fit” part and how obsessed he is with functionally and functioning at his peak. Considering the fears and paranoia that unexpectedly came along later in his development, it ended up being a very fitting name.

[essence-flux-primed]

⋆ — Time isn’t accurate. It never has been for him. Maybe for Caitlyn, who has time and patience to plan her next jump, carefully tuning to each precise second, arriving right on time and leaving the moment her job is done. For Ezreal, who leaps haphazardly through time with increasing desperation, it’s far more simple. Pick a place, pick a time, and hope for the best. He’d managed to nab Sauron’s chronological ID before evacuating Grimdark (not running—a tactical retreat is never cowardly) so he’s fairly confident in his abilities. 

     Still, as he comes rocketing out of the portal, Ezreal isn’t even sure where on Valoran he’ll be, only that it’ll be near Sauron. His feet hit the ground hard, and it takes several rushed steps before he can catch himself, only becoming aware of how loud his entrance was when the portal vanishes and he manages to silence his own cry of alarm. Looking around, Ezreal figures that he’s on a hill with a view in all directions, but ... No Sauron. 

     “P.E.A.R.L., can you...” But a movement at the corner of his vision silences him. His eyepiece folds out, but the energy signature is weird. He takes a cautious step forward, and then another, revealing the figure from behind the tree. 

     “Sauron?” He asks, and then a wide smile breaks across his face. “Holy Progress, it worked really well! P.E.A.R.L., remember that for next time!”

@summonersauronbane

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[hardofhearingmagi]

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((My dude you have been here for so frickin long. You have a great muse and a great sense of humor as a person. Also STUPIDLY SUPPORTIVE AND THAT’S AMAZING.))

[fury-of-darkin]

summonersauronbane: ((Do you think this might put Varus as another Darkin possessed being?))

For a long time I was on the same bandwagon that Varus was a Darkin, and I do still think it’s a neat idea. Unfortunately, I think that now we have a real basis for comparison between Rhaal and Aatrox for what a Darkin is/looks like, I’d have to say no. Rhaal and Aatrox are weapons that corrupt their user, whereas Varus was corrupted by what essentially looks like a big purple flame. His bow is formed of the same purple stuff covering his arms and legs, rather than seeming to be the actual source of it. So, unless they change Varus’s lore to some degree, I don’t think he’s a Darkin.

[strategion]

‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you. ’

“Is that so? you are not the first to proclaim such a morbid interest in me, I am afraid.”

An arrogant statement, and yet it rung true. There he stood, Noxus’ curious creature. Some murmured of his inhumanity. In truth, it’d been the only identity they bothered to be acquainted with.  The old, frigid and inhuman crow, leader of a bloodthirsty nation--- a nation of conquerors. 

And, as far as Swain was concerned, it could stay this way. 

“Unfortunately, I must attend to matters far more important than your little curiosities. If you’ve something of substance to say, speak. If you’ve merely come to waste my time, then do feel free to leave.” 

[noxian-rose]

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| THAT DEVELOPMENT MEME I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW I REBLOGGED? | (ACCEPTING )

2. What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

Evaine’s relationship with her mother was… fickle and overall cold. They were often distant and argued on many things that started from simple little matters to something on a much larger scale. There were a lot of times that Evaine would try and manipulate her into getting what she wanted, to the point it would be considered as guilt tripping. She didn’t care much for her at all and would have rather seen her away from her father. 

Of course there were the rare times that Evaine appreciated her mother’s presence in her life, such as her 18th birthday when her mother arranged a small ball for her and allowed for the arrival of Jericho Swain to her party.  There were also times when she was younger that Evaine loved her mother for being there when she was scared or anxious over something. 

But those moments did little to change anything in Evaine’s view of her. 

3. What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Her view of her father, however– is an entirely different story that becomes the polar opposite of her relationship with her mother. Evaine’s father was the man who introduced her to one of her passions, that being the piano. They often were around each other for the majority of her childhood and adolescent life as her father traveled throughout Valoran for his work and brought her along. In those times, Evaine would tell him her feelings and thoughts because she knew he was an open-minded and calm individual. Being sort of a jack of all trades, Evaine’s father also taught her how to sketch and speak different dialects like Demacian and a bit of Ionian. 

He was one of the individual Evaine could claim she truly loved and she punished herself harshly after murdering the both of them on the night she became Matron of the Black Rose. 

She could never forgive herself for his death and it still haunts her on some nights. 

[aformerspellthief-blog]

“Do you think we’re all capable of murder when it comes down to it?” The masked man asked, smiling from his seat.

“It depends on what you mean by ‘we all’. That is, I’m sure there are some people- babies, the disabled, very little old ladies- who aren’t physically capable.

“But that’s probably not what you’re asking.”

She shrugs a little.

“Most people are ‘capable’ of a lot of things they’d never do. But being capable of something doesn’t imply ever plausibly having the motivation to do it.”

[guns-puns-andbotany]

He gave a small nod and a chuckle to match. "O’course." It only made sense.

Albeit larger, a gloved hand of his own lifted and took Sauron's to give it a shake, though upon contact that hand instantly tensed and locked into a tight and crooked squeeze with the other’s hand trapped inside. Through his filter choked a strained grunt, his body turning stiff as a board while eyes locked wide and stared through Sauron, until finally the hand snapped open like a clamp, freed Sauron’s hand and himself from his paralysis, and, like a boulder, his body limply rolled from the seat and onto the floor.

Sloop was down for the count, but deep wheezes pushing and pulling at his chest gave way to his consciousness, followed by an airy choke of a cough and a twitch as he tried to move. Already he was slowly recovering from the spasm, but he was still down no less, rolling onto his back and staring at the sky.

Well. That was awful.

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“Ah gotta ask,” the man began, sitting on his stool right by his make shift shop. “Do a lot o’ folk as about your mask, too? Ah mean a good lot of ‘em.”

[progressive-panic-by-jinx-blog]

Gone

Jinx bared her teeth at the onslaught of purple monstrosities. She had long ago run out of ammunition and was now reduced to using her augmented fighting abilities.

Somewhere, off to her right. A voice, “I can see it! The focusing crystal! It’s just inside the portal. We need to take it out from the inside, or it’ll just open again somewhere else!”

Behind her, the Boss was channeling the power of one of the rescued Nexus Crystals, “I can’t reach inside it! The barrier’s too strong! It lets living things through, but we can’t get any energy attacks through, and the backdraft is too strong for projectiles! We’ll just have to chance it!”

Jinx frowned. It lets living things through. She caught a Voidling in one hand without looking and crushed its body. She pulled to of its sharp legs off and charged. She slashed through several weaker types of Void Born, dodging past some of the stronger ones. She was going to fulfill a promise. Grim faced and determined, she heard shouts from behind her. Masked Man, Spear Lady, Raven Man, Boss. She was nearing the portal, and they knew what she was doing.

The girl felt the energy from the Boss reaching for her. Trying to pull her back. She turned for a moment, seeing fear in the eyes of the former Summoner. Jinx smiled, dropping the Voidling legs and pulling Fishbones to her side. She pressed a button, the thrust pushing her forward and through the purple hole in reality. She slammed a small explosive on the giant crystal and turned, giving one last salute and cocky smile to her friends.

Then the crystal shattered, and the world went dark. She was now surrounded by nothing but monsters. She smiled. She had done good.

@ask-kalista @stalwartsteward @summoner-renzus @summonersauronbane

(A little bit of prologue to the story arc i’m returning with. Expect part two soon.)

[amaranthinereveries]

Character Battle Themes

Tagged by: @fulgurantfirstborn

Tagging: @whendoesthekillingstart @communistofzaun @summonersauronbane @xlordsblade @gildeddragonslayer

Encounter Theme: Regret (Blue Stahli) Battle Theme: I’ll Face Myself (Shoji Meguro) Boss Battle Theme: Breaking (Two Steps From Hell)

Final Boss Theme: Don’t Let Me Drown (Blackmill)

Bonus Boss Theme: (This one’s a surprise.)

[erratic-onslaught]

@summonersauronbane asked:

"Oh? What's this?" The masked mage, clad in deep purple robes, bent low to the ground. One dark gloved hand clasped around the small stuffed toy, raising it before his glowing eyes. A low hum escaped him, "Some poor child has lost you, haven't they? Perhaps I might find them next."

As soon as he was close enough, the doll's arm suddenly shot forward and punched the lad square in the cheek with it's flat hand. It's aim was on point, and if there were enough force behind the hit the hand would have shattered the mage's teeth through his skin, but the small plush could not muster up it's usual, terrible strength.

That, and it's hand was very soft. It squished upon impact, more so bopping the boy hard on the face than punching him.

[essence-flux-primed]

@summonersauronbane​ from ☆

“There are indeed rumours of such,” Sauron answered, somewhat evasively. He knew the young man well, and if Ezreal had heard even half what he had, there was no stopping him from pursuing the beasts out there. Glowing motes stared sidelong out of hollow sockets at the young man, a sideways smile meeting the curious gaze of his friend.

“It’s always hard to put together exactly what is rumour and what is not though,” He continued, shifting the copy of the Piltover Times that he was reading, as though the topic was the sort of thing anyone might talk about over lunch. They sat in a cafe on the outskirts of Piltover, a place that Sauron had picked when he’d heard Ezreal had returned to town. He shrugged slightly, “I’ll admit, I’ve been watching for such things as of late, and there might have been… Something, though exactly what happened, I fear may have been overblown by the locals.”

He flashed one of his too toothy smiles, “You know how hearsay can be,” a low chuckle escaped him, “And how one person’s words can cause others to follow suit…”

“So tell me then, Ezreal, exactly what, pray-tell, did they tell you that has your interest piqued?” One flickering eye widened, a mockery of a raised eyebrow, with a smirk upon his lips.

⋆ — “Locals always exaggerate.” Ezreal responds, resting an elbow on the table between them and leaning in with that characteristic grin of his. It’s the look he gets right before doing something crazy. “It’s when they exaggerate and when they downplay that you’ve got to pay attention. That’s when you know something’s going on.” It doesn’t seem to bother him that his second statement directly contradicts his first. 

     Glancing furtively around the room as if fellow treasure hunters will be in a Piltovian café at eleven in the morning, Ezreal brushes a thumb along the rim of his cup. His eyes duck behind his lashes before they return to Sauron, still grinning. “Lots of things. People disappearing, which is maybe not so unusual in Shurima, but it’s the way they disappear. People say there are terraquakes; that the landscape shifts from one week to the next, and that’s when people go missing. More than that, though...” His fingers press against the table, forming a tent with his palm. “People re-appearing. This one’s rarer, and lots of the stories seem fabricated, but not all. You know what that means?” 

      He holds the position, staring intensely at Sauron for several beats before leaning back in the chair, crossing his arms and looking every bit the immortal he feels. “That means you can come back. And if those guys can come back, do you know who else can?”

     Ezreal doesn’t say it. His toothy, carefree smile makes it plenty obvious.

[hardofhearingmagi]

Reverse Boss battle

Send me “Boss Battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss.

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[ramblin-rover]

A quick apology

As I’ve said many-a times before, school comes first. Even still, I have family matters to attend to that will be taking what little of my time not devoted to my studies. In the meantime, I’ll be focusing on memes to develop Gael’s character and my own writing, and short responses (less than a paragraph, if possible) Other blogs effected by this absence: @heart-of-singularity, @engineer-hali, @magmamancer, and @discnance

To whom I owe a (started) thread: (I will get back to it) @ionian-storm-chaser , @michael-the-primordial-mage , @ao–shin , @science-is-my-god, @exiled-sorceress, @khai-the-lone-wolf , and @zauns-insane-secret

To whom I owe a starter: @wrxthofzaun, @winter-knight-marie , and of course, a reboot of our thread @summonersauronbane If I missed you, let me know and I’ll add you to my checklist for when I get back @_@