#gemknighttaric

[voidtouched-preserver]

He wraps his arms around her and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Hello my dear. How are you feeling today?." Watching as their daughter played nearby.

"Welcome back, my love." She greeted him softly, holding his arms with her hands as she leaned her back into his chest. "Much better after spending some time out in the sun and Juniper has been enjoying making sand buildings with Ska'Rix...." As she glanced over for a moment to see their daughter dump a bucket of sand right on top of the voidling, covering him with warm sand. "Or just burying him."

[talesofruneterra]

“Protector. It is good to see you.” The Traveler offered a slight bow to the other Aspect as he approached. “Long have I wished to thank you personally for your assistance. It was your divine aid that made it possible for me to reach the peak all those years ago, after-all.”

@gemknighttaric

[ncumenia-archived]

Send in sexy pictures to my submit box, and see how my muse reacts. || accepting

The Aspect of the Protector is so beautiful even Tumblr doesn't deserve to witness his majesty.

This makes sense.

[rein-the-blood-medic]

After eating dinner and talking, it was evening when Nadri and Taric made their way to Rein's treehouse to eventually get the Preserver checked over and have the answer to their question if it's really the early signs of pregnancy. The Preserver groaned for a moment as they made it up to the door and knocked, resisting the urge to just yell his name as she normally did.

There was a shuffling behind the door as it slowly pulled open, a tower of saplings looking out at her through the crack. They let out a shrill, excited, screech as they fell out the door and began running around her. Rein was no where to be seen as several more of the saplings came out joining in the circle that revolved around her.

[ofironloyalty]

❝ . . i retract my previous statement. mister taric is second in list of people with most gorgeous hair, general swain is third. ❞

@gemknighttaric​

[sheriff-caitlyn]

The Woods Somewhere

With every year that passes, she is certain she will never see him again.

Most of Piltover feels the same way, and so there are messages of support and hope that she reads with a smile before she switches her hexphone to silent, and - with only the barest adjustment to her pack - she strides into the woods, into the shadowed density of some of Piltover’s old-growth forests. She is looking for Old Ben.

There are Rangers and Wardens making the same excursion this week, heading up the mountain trails and fording the dense stretches of marshland, looking for signs of the herd’s passage. It seemed only fair to join them, given how she knows all the wildernesses of Piltover, urban or otherwise. The forests are where she learned to shoot, and to hunt, and where she first met the venerable old moose that Piltover holds in such high esteem.

Every winter, the nation worries they will never see him again, that the old giant has finally laid to rest. But every spring, Piltover’s protectors find him, and reassure the people that some legends still endure.

This early in, her footsteps are loud over the fallen leaves and twigs, and she makes a clumsy start. Humans aren’t typically welcome here. But little by little, moment by moment, she finds herself becoming a guest of the wilds, and soon her passage grows quieter, and swifter.

She moves through the shadows, eyes alert for movement, shadows, and signs of the moose and his herd.

[shurima-demigod]

“ that place has been deserted for years. ”

Half-Life Alyx Starters 

“You will find that to be a reoccurring theme in Shurima.”

He’d seen better ruins.  This one didn’t have anything more to give, the walls practically dust at this point.  It was a miracle the pillars were even holding up the entrance, let alone the mountain of sand that formed on the side of the temple.

It... made him rather sad, really.

He picked up a nearby clay pot, whatever paint it had on it at one point faded away with time and erosion.  He sighed, turning it over in his hands before setting it back on the worn floor, glancing up to the ceiling.

At times like these, it really did feel like his people’s legacy was all but dust.

“Looters likely picked this place bare some decades ago.  Not even a trace of human activity or smell in this place.”

[lightbringcr]

closed starter for @gemknighttaric​

      𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, the cold air of the famous Mountain Targon nipping at her bare cheeks and nose. It is no exaggeration that the air changes, becoming thinner and thinner as one attempts to ascend the peak. The absence of trees and plant life can be plainly seen, the further she goes. While she is not here for ascension nor to prove her worth, she is here to see the sights and beauty for herself. The tales they often told about climbing the mountain are daunting, but she in her desperation to see the world, does not let it stop her. 

      Though she thinks she is well prepared with her cloak of wool and her usual wintry attire ( which is simply a bodysuit made of thicker material along with her usual armor ) , she has sorely underestimated the climb. Breaths become shaky while she walks along the path of stone, and one gloved hand reaches down to retrieve her canteen, only to find that it is empty. Her brother would surely reprimand her if he found her in this state, or even heard of it.

      I must continue onward, Lux thinks, one step slowly continuing after the other, the thump of her shoe meeting rock echoing throughout the seemingly empty atmosphere. Soon enough, the steps lose their rhythm and not before long she is panting and stopping for breath, hunched over in exhaustion. Just a few more... she tells herself again, before her eyelids shut and she lets go of it all, as if free-falling through space and freeing herself of all that wears her down... only to collapse against the rocky path with a thud. Sleep and fatigue claim the young Lady Crownguard --- for now, nothing seems to allude her.

[steel-and-fire]

"Your mother sounds like a wonderful woman. The fact that you hold her in such a high regard shows what kind of man you are deep down inside."

“Yea, yea she is. But i don’t understand why everyone is so impressed by the fact i love my Ma’.

Do you guys like...not love your mothers?

Jeez...what is wrong with you all?....”

[voidtouched-preserver]

Taric could be found outside with Juniper, smiling while playing with her. He was floating his various gems in front of her and making them light up and making sounds.

Nadri was inside, lounging by the window as she watched her loving partner bond with their little one. A soft smile could be seen on her face as she saw Juniper touch a gem and making it chime softly as it glows before her. It was hard taking care of the baby, even when she didn't sleep all that often during the night, but it was worth seeing a happy child growing up and seeing the world without prejudice and fixed world views from each of their homelands.

[tenebriiis-archived]

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽. ~ ♦ ~ @gemknighttaric

[ ♦ ] – All the polite gestures didn't pass unpercived by her & instead they brought a sincere smile. The place was spacious and decorated, with a soft hint of music echoing as the Sorceress served both teacups with gracefulness, listening at his inquirie & only responding to it with a courteous & modest smile. She was tempted to response with something clearly too formal, but it was precisely his gentleness what would make her enjoy the lack of mighty tittles here & there.

"Call me solely ‘Emilia’, if you may, dear Taric... I already take the dare to call you by your name." She admited, offering him the cup with peacefulness rarely seem on her. "...& now you have me wondering, where may you have hear so much about me?" It was always lovely to know how much of truth or lie was talked around her name lately~

[ncumenia-archived]

|| continuing from 🌒 ||

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Her pale fingertips were slowly caressing the smooth surface of her forearm jewels. Ernye remember not only Lunari Priestesses usually adorned their bodies with mesmerizing jewels and gems, but also common citiziens, such as her mother. How wonderful she looked with all those glimmering treasures all over her figure and fair, she was so beautiful she looked like a goddees.

Sighing in melancholy, the woman was slowly about to pick up one of the silver bracelets she was currently wearing before a strong, familiar energy utterly caught her attention. Were those gems? Was someone doing stuff with them? Jewels, weapons, pipes or other goods?

To say the woman was curious was somehow the least as she turned into a dark mist, crawling on the shadows as she followed that mystical energy, taking her close to a cave. Rematerializing again, the woman hid herself behind a rock, spying on that place, and trying to figure out what was happening.

Then, an unsettled thought crossed her mind. What if there were Solari inside there? For a moment, her mind was so light she didn’t even notice she fell on the rocky and dusty ground, shaking some pebbles after the impact. And, causing enough noise to catch anyone’s attention.

[rein-the-blood-medic]

There would be a knock on the tree house door, soon followed by a voice. "Hello, sorry to disturb you but I was sent here by Nadri to see about getting some bread."

Rein opened the door, several of the saplings squeaking as they scattered, “I was wondering who else was here” he said looking at the man as he stepped aside letting him in. Rein headed up the stairs waving behind him, “Follow me. Did you want a specific type of bread?”

He was in his jerkin and long pants, not wearing his coat when he was in his own home. His right shoulder was heavily scared, looking like it had been burned in the past.

[veigarthevile]

⚔

Send “⚔” and I’ll pick a battle theme for a fight between our muses.

“I have many questions for the star forger, and you’ll not stop me from asking them directly. Not for long at least.”

[the-shadows-angel-archived]

🔞

Despite popular belief, even after all this time she’s been alive. Morgana is, in fact:

A virgin

[sonofshin]

Writes "Beautiful" on his chest

Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse’s body. )

“But of course.”

“Right back at you.”