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Viktor 4c/ swain 6a

No idea what meme this was but heres viktor lol

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Hecarim laughs at that but because of his voice, he sounds evil. "The dead never gets tired." He slowly walks to the way they came from. "That's all my help to you, mortal." He runs towards the Mist and dissipates into air.

"That was fucked up."

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As they follow the main river, the screams of whom are trapped in the river becomes louder. Hecarim stops once they reach a very much castle-like building which is broken down at some places and of completely black color. He turns to look at The General and speaks with that echoing voice of his. "This is the meeting place."

“Well I expected them to be here waiting for me. Looks like they simply insist on having me be the one making all the efforts. “ He plants himself on a piece of rubble, letting out a sigh, “My legs grow weary from walking. I am still an old man you know.”

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He looks at Swain for a while and taps the floor with his half-horse bodys' hoof. He holds his spear in his hand with its' back on the ground. Then he huffs and puts his spear in the hilt on his horse parts' back. He slowly turns around and starts walking in a slow pace. "Follow."

Ah yes, The Shadow Isles. A place where the legends you’d tell a child roam free. He wondered how many monsters under his bed would wander through here, real as himself. It was bemusing, certainly. 

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Something inside the Mist starts to speeding up towards Swain. One of the soldiers whose are patrolling around comes out of it. But he's more apparent and far more scary. He stops in front of Swain and looks at him with his empty eye sockets. "My Lord has been waiting for you."

“Then best not dawdle, yes? I understand the shadow isles has a whole reputation of being quite scary and all that, but I must ask we keep these theatrics to a minimum. Corpses rarely frighten me anymore.” 

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The souls of whom trapped in the Isles are swimming in the main river which leads to the very heart of it. Their husky screams could be heard if one dared to get close enough. The ghosts of a once-army-members are patrolling around the Isles with their horses and their sounds are enough to scare off humans. Then a portal materializes out of nothing in the middle of a meadow.

Swain steps out into the meadow, tapping their cane against the earth. Travel like that always made them feel stiff. Their eyes trailed across the sea of souls laid out around him. He assumed this King of the Dead was already well aware of his presence now. 

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She smirks and puts the helmet back on. "No, and if I was, it'd only be a one-way trip." The letter slowly turns into the Mist and dissapears. "You are on your own with that. But maybe one day we'll meet again." She starts to walk away. "Though I'm not sure in what kind of a situation it would be." She laughs evilly.

“Perhaps you’ll intrigue me better. Maybe then you can live up to your reputation.” The general sighs... They have to handle their own transportation huh? A simple matter, and a chance to be a little boisterous. They tap their cane twice,gliding down an alleyway. They lift their hand out from under their coat, claws extending outwards as they drag them across the wall of the alley, a streak of red energy crackling outwards. Teleportation, a little trick they learned from a certain Thorn of the Black rose. The tear in the alley wall opened wider like a festering wound, sealing quickly as Jericho stepped through. To the shadow isles then.

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"Heh, I'm no-one's paw, General." She says in a mocking tone. The letter is written in a weird language and the ink is glowing blue. When Swain keeps looking at the words, the words turns into his own language. It says: 'Hello General. I guess you wouldn't expected the King of the Dead himself to be sending a letter to you. I have an offer for you. Come see me at the heart of the Isles.'

“Well well an invitation. I severely doubt the shadow isles can accommodate my tastes, but the battlefield doesn’t either. Are you both my messenger and my chauffeur, or might I have to travel all that way by myself, Evelynn?”

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She looks at him with a bored expression. "No, but I'd like to test how much you could... Take." She says the last part with a seducing tone. "Like I said, I'm a messenger. I came to deliver you a letter from your worst possible enemy." She takes out a letter from her hip-pocket and extends it to him.

He takes the letter, holding it for a moment “Oh really? Sounds like my life is in danger, nothing particularly new. Here I was, thinking you were going to help me plot the next rune war. Disappointing you’re just someone else’s short sighted pawn.” His greatest enemy? Unless this was a letter from himself, he severely doubted this would shake him. He opens the letter. 

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She smirks at him and puts her hand on her hip. "No. I only said that so you wouldn't run away." She watches him for a while before she tilts her head to the side a bit and looks at him with a raised eyebrow. "I'm the infamous demon of pain. Ever heard about me?"

“Ah... Ahahaha. I understand now. I’ve heard many names for you, Evelynn. You appear to humans to tempt them. I know quite a few Noxian women of similar stature, who allure in order to execute. So... Have you come to tempt me? Or...” He stands a bit straighter, his face curling into a wry smile. “Did you realize I am the only man who can give you what you want.” 

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She looks at him for a few minutes and then turns to look around. "Before I tell you who I am, know that I'm only a messenger." Before Swain can say a thing, she takes off her helmet. She looks at Swain with her yellow slitted eyes and her white hair glows pink at some places.

“Oho, this must be good. I am familiar with the concept of not shooting the messenger. Tell me stranger, do you expect me to kill you over this exchange?” The General takes in the strangers face, taking note of the odd details. Vastyan? Or perhaps an oddity from the desert? 

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She follows a few steps behind him and doesn't say a word until they stop their walk. With the same voice as before, she speaks. "Do you know who I am?"

“No, I haven’t put any thought into it yet. Give me a good reason I should bother knowing.” They turn, leaning onto their cane, giving the woman a firm look, “Well?” 

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She looks at the guards and without any hint of a feeling to her voice, she speaks. "I've come to talk with the General." Under her robes, the armors she is wearing could be seen.

The guards hesitate, about to speak, but are stopped by the slow footsteps of someone descending behind them. Swain, The Grand General, descended down the steps towards them “Nobody ever sends a letter before showing up at my door anymore. Come, walk and talk with me.” They step past the women, the audience of Ravens having hit it’s peak, as they feathered the edges of all the nearby buildings silhouettes. 

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The Shadow Woman strolled past the streets of Noxus with determination present in her pace. She was covered in a thick layer of dark robes and she had a helmet on her head which covered her head completely. She walked directly towards The Bastion.

Ravens trailed the sky about the Women. She was never truly alone, the flock growing slowly larger the closer they got to The Bastion. It was obvious their arrival would come as a surprise to no one. She was stopped as she approached by guards. 

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On this blog I meant. I'd like to start a RP with you via here if you still accept.

Yeah sure, I am slow as hell sometimes but I dont mind a little RP 

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Are you still on?

On? Sometimes, on what specifically tho? 

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I havent used tumblr in like a year and I am here exclusively to say that Swain is a punk ass bitch, he pissed on my fucking wife