#infinite-xerath

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@infinite-xerath

Hwei has found himself on a caravan in the middle of the shuriman dessert. Holding his brush to his chest his eyes locked with the mana cross from him, who was rambling about.. gods.. of some sort. It didn't cross Hweis mind perhaps he had gotten on at the wrong stop, only when they were moving and approaching closer to Nerimazeth did he realize his error. Fingers tightened around the wodden handle of his tool as his head turned to view the scene. unfolding before them was a city. Perhaps it could have seen better days, Hwei could feel the magic swell from the loose sandstone. Cracking under the weight of the caravan, causing a moment of unease in his stomach as he though that perhaps the earth was going to break out from under them like ice.  The caravan came to a halt suddenly, causing Hwei to glance around in confusion, only to follow the others as they stepped one by one off their transport. His feet hitting the ground gently as he listens to the others babbles grow with excitment. He's unsure what they're talking about, mixed sentences that gave some minor information. They were in a place called Nerimazeth, apparently it held great inportance to a god of sorts. They then spoke of an ascension, escaping their mortal coil to be one with the mighty god they called the magus. Hwei was unsure what to make of any of it, although his thoughts were interupted by the towering figure of a being. Blinding to stare at, created of pure energy that guided them from where they had arrived. The magic crackling from their body and whereever their garnments were not covering their 'skin' or what Hwei assumed was skin, or what was left of skin. 

As they made their way through the broken cobbled streets Hweis vision struggled to keep him focused at the situation at hand. The swelling magic interfered with his eyes, causing them to swirl violently in color as he struggled to keep up with the others. This place was nothing like Ionia, it was much more intense when it came to the magical flow. It made him feel nauseous, as if he were riding the violent waves as the magic fluctuated around them from the various beings. 

~ It was when he was brought forward to a taller entity did he stand there, feeling incredibly small. His eyes glancing upwards through his lashes at what he had gathered to be he so called god that the others were speaking of. He obviously stood out from the rest, missing the robes that the other travelers wore along with their facial covers. They arrived to this area so fast, did his visions take over his mind for that long? He grips the handle of his brush tightly as he peers up at the crackling energy. Daring not to speak as it loomed over him. 

[demacianhcart]

@infinite-xerath

Flying, she needed to keep flying. How long since she had left Demacia? No idea. She needed to keep going. Shyvana could still feel the burnng sensation of petricite against her skin, and did not blame anyone but herself for them. The Black Mist... it had been so tempting, had clouded her mind with rage with so much hatred for everything and everyone in Demacia.

Honestly, she wasn´t expecting to be free again, not after betraying Jarvan´s trust like that. The eyes had been too much, the judgment of everyone that had been proven right about her true nature... so she fled. All that was left was a letter for the King saying that she was sorry and gone.

Her wings were getting tired along with her own mind as she started to succumb to exaustion, going down towards land..... And crashing in a sea of sand.

[cosmoscreator]

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send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

"One of the most peculiar creatures native to Runeterra itself, Xerath may well be the strongest being on this rock."

"His intelligence, magical experience and knowledge of beings greater than the common rabble render him quite entertaining."

"I can always appreciate someone who hates the confines of their fetters. Perhaps one day, with enough work, he'll shine bright enough to resemble one of my lesser dwarf stars."

[avengerang-archive]

@infinite-xerath liked for a starter!

He was well aware of the legends that the shuriman desert beholds. From creatures of the Void to mighty demigods, older as time itself, but never forgotten. It was today that the Sentinel would face the being, radiating with arcane power. A drop of sweat forms on his forehead. That was certainly something, huh?

"And here I thought a mere guy like me would be spared from the wrath of the ascended. Just, uhh... need to pass by. You understand?"

[piranhasbreath]

@infinite-xerath

The water was not a save enviroment and Nami would argue, especially after her travels, that it was probably much dangerous than land could ever be. Still, she was not expecting the rivers to be such a dangerous place as well. The one she had been following, was large and somewhat deep, perhaps the land dwelers could use it for their boats and whatnot. She had seen signs of life but they had been few, seemed that wherever she had ended up in her endless search for the Moon Aspect it was not a very friendly enviroment.

Her few trips to the surface had shown few vegetation and lots of sand so she avoided the best she could since it didn't suit her at all. Not that she was there because she wanted to, she had been chased into that particular river by a few strange looking creatures in the water.

Nami was swiming among some fish in that river when suddently a net dropped down and caos started. The fish among her started to panick and the last thing she knew was one of them kocking her right in the head and making her hit it against a boat (where did it even come from?!), losing consicous as the net started to be pulled up.

[umbra-domini]

| @infinite-xerath plotted a starter!

The Darkin weapons were something that had always intrigued Zed. From the moment he had brought in Kayn and seen the weaponry first hand. A living blade -- something that had a mind of its own. Something that was… extraordinarily powerful. If he was being honest with himself, there was a little ebb of worry at the back of his mind in regards to Rhaast and his relationship with Kayn. He always did see that man as his son, ever since he had brought him in under his wing when he had been so young. Hell - Zed had practically raised him. It was only natural that his paternal instinct would kick in when it came to things like this. In his eyes, even if Kayn was his best pupil and his favorite, he still couldn't help but see him as that kid he had first met. Someone that he wanted to keep safe, wanted to make sure nothing bad happened to.

That was why there was something that didn't quite sit right with him about a weapon that was so strong practically sharing a body with Kayn. It was almost parasitic in nature. At least, that was how he viewed it. Of course, it could very well be a more symbiotic bond than anything else. But he wanted to know more, wanted to learn about it to prevent anything from getting out of hand if the Darkin decided that it did want to fully take over Kayn's body. He doubted such a thing would happen, he knew that his pupil had excellent resolve, but there was nothing wrong in ensuring that he knew how to deal with it if the worst case scenario did indeed come about.

This had led to him delving into trying to learn about the nature of these weapons. Their origin. Where they were from, what even brought them into this world. Unfortunately, he had found very little knowledge that was openly available. And it seemed that the few people he had sent out to try to find information about it for him had yet to return with anything of too much value. There was one thing though, that had caught his interest and could possibly be a lead to find out more. One of his followers that he had sent out had found out through some Shuriman texts, something that sounded like a legend, but Zed knew better than to just think of things to be legends without looking into it. After all - his shadow techniques had been deemed forbidden, some not believing they existed at all.

Funny how those things worked - things that seemed to be too good to be true, that seemed to be word of mouth and nothing more than a whispering amongst the dark, were often the things that turned out to be real - and to be powerful. That was what encouraged him to pursue this, knowing that perhaps it could lead to finding out what he wanted to. He had set Kayn in charge of the order and looking over his temple while he would be out, and then he set off. He was determined to find the answers he wanted, and he would get them one way or another. The trip to Shurima wasn't too terrible, and as he found himself in the vast desert, he would begin his search.

Searching for a being of power one that had been the source of these legends. A being from what some said was millennia ago - some say it wasn't as long, others said it was longer. He wasn't quite sure exactly what he was looking for, an ancient being of power that had lived in what was once the Capitol of this nation. All of this was word of mouth and some written texts referring to this being. It was a slim chance, but one he was willing to take. His gaze flickered to the map of the region that he had been using to keep track of where he was going, the sandy dunes were vastly different from what he was used to. Fingertips traced the scroll, squinting slightly. It should be somewhere around here, an ancient city by the name of Nerimazeth…

As he found himself stumbling upon the city, now there was only one task left. Finding the being of energy that had been whispered about, referred to by the name of Xerath. If anyone or anything was to know about the Darkin or at least point him in the right direction, it certainly had to be something that had been alive for as long as others had said this being had been.

[wind-without-wings]

👊 — fighting😇 — following rules

👊 — fighting

★★★★☆

Yzl doesn't really consider herself the best fighter. While she's able to keep up with most of the fighters under Sett's watch (as well as Sett himself), she severely lacks the strength to go head-to-head with them. She heavily relies on outsmarting and dodging her enemies' attacks, as taking them headon could otherwise severely injure her. Her fighting style focuses on patience and observation. What she lacks in strength, she can attempt to make up with a well-placed strike.

😇 — following rules

★★★☆☆

Yzl used to follow rules fairly strictly as a child. But now that she's older and more familiar with how the world ACTUALLY works, she's much looser with following rules. She believes rules should exist to protect people and will often take advantage of technical loopholes when aiding others. This is especially true when she "returns" stolen goods, which requires her to steal as well.

[nithhaiahh]

From here @infinite-xerath

The banshee sighs but still smiles at the self proclaimed God.

"Listen, if that actually would make you happy and promise to not make my life nor my family's life miserable or difficult then yes, sure. I will try to help you with it."

[madamescissors]

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The lone figure turned slowly, her silhouette framed by the jagged peaks of the craggy terrain. She could sense the distortion in the air - the same unease that had drawn her to this place. She met Xerath’s gaze with a calm but piercing stare, as if she could see through his very essence. "My name is Gwen," she replied, her voice steady yet apprehensive, echoing slightly in the stillness of the desolate landscape. "As for my purpose?” she echoed, a small smile dancing on her lips, a flicker of confidence shining through her uncertainty. “I’m but a humble seamstress, wandering a bit too far from home, I suppose. And who might you be?"

A Demon in the Dunes

Xerath drifted slowly through the craggy, jagged terrain. This place lay a bit beyond the lands that were officially considered his territory, but that mattered not; all lands belonged to him, or would, in time... But that was not his concern right now. He was here searching for something amiss; an ancient, wretched thing that had no place in the world he was trying to make. This was not the Void or even the undead, but something else...

The Magus continued onward, following a trail only he could perceive. The magics of the area were distorted, meaning he was on the right track. However, as Xerath continued onward, he noticed another strange presence upon ahead: a lone figure, with an unusual magical presence all her own. Xerath stopped and stared at the stranger. This was not the one he sought, but her presence surely could not be coincidence... "Who are you? State your purpose."

@madamescissors

[madamescissors]

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Gwen darted from the shadows, her enchanted scissors glowing with fierce determination. The demon was distracted by the Magus's onslaught, and Gwen’s quick thinking was about to bring an end to this nightmare. With a sudden, fluid motion, Gwen dashed forward, her doll-like form almost a blur as she neared the Terror. She leaped into the air, her scissors flashing in her hand, and she stabbed downward, aiming for the demon's heart with precision. The blade cut through the air, empowered by the power of the Hallowed Mist.

As her scissors sank into the Terror's chest, a burst of radiant energy enveloped the beast, a final, blinding surge of light that consumed the monster. The Terror screeched in agony, its chains of dark energy snapping and fraying as the magic binding it unraveled. With one last, desperate howl, it crumbled into nothingness, the crows dispersing into the night sky, leaving only the echo of their wings behind.

Gwen landed gracefully, her scissors still glowing as the last remnants of the Terror’s magic faded into the air. She glanced over at Xerath, a small, victorious smile curling on her lips.

"Hope I didn't steal your spotlight," she said with a teasing wink. "But it was either that or let it get away. You're welcome."

[steel-and-fire]

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He squinted a little...

'I....don't know this person, but if I had to guess from the....whole dress up, he must be the tyrant in Shurima...

It's hard to have an opinion on him that's positive, people aren't exactly thriving and they aren't happy...then again, Shurima is a complicated region, and I'm ill-equiped to make that kind of judgment...'

[ashored]

starter for @infinite-xerath ・ﾟ○

"Excuse me? I was wondering if you could give me directions." A scaled hand was held above her brow, trying its best to shield the Marai's squinting eyes in the unrelenting light. Nami had paused in the river, attempting to be as approachable as possible to the figure she had spotted nearby while she found rest on its shallow, sandy bank.

"I doubt what I seek is really any further into this land, but then, you can never be too sure with mythical stones that can save civilisations."

[asundering]

starter for @infinite-xerath:

The relentless sands buffeted dark fabrics and their wearers defiantly marched onward through the desert. Beneath the dirt-filled air, the midday sun appeared as little more than a dim circle, in a dull sky, in a myriad of dust. The small force of cloaked figures kept close to each other while the visibility was so low. The leader is set apart by the wrapped weapon slung over their back, its cruel blade uncovered and at the ready if there was any conflict in these dunes. With stray hair and fabric whipping about their face, Kayn's eyes snap to the lanky scout to their side as she turns almost in sync toward them as an arm rises to point a finger just to the west of their little entourage. Giving their permission with a nod, she rushes over the sands as quickly as possible as the other two halt.

"Does the Darkin share more of its knowledge of this land?" The third asks dryly, an additional, shadowy limb pulling his shawl closer along with his two natural arms. There is a break between the question and an answer, Kayn's focus disturbed for a moment snapping back to Ren's mask irritated. "I decide where we go in this desert, not a blind tool." There is bickering at the ready behind that mask, but Ren's chin lowers in acceptance of their leadership. The weather could be to blame for this poor attitude. "Make yourself useful and help with scouting. We should be nearing the ruins those Sandswimmer rider's spoke of." Nodding to the west where their fellow member had disappeared, Kayn waits for Ren to walk out of earshot, before passing a glance over their shoulder, and following the quickly disappearing footsteps of their allies. "I did contemplate letting the sand blind you instead, but I'm just that kind to keep it bound."

[draklorn]

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Devan offers a quick thanks before following to the water pump, a beat passing before they unhook their canteen and place it under the spout, their other hand working the handle. "You have a keen eye," a hidden grimace threatens to make their words snappy, "I hail from the northern lands of the Freljord, made of snow and ice." When water is spat out, the first amount is immediately brought up and haphazardly splashed into their helm's face plating. The stray droplets that didn't land in their mouth, doing what little they could to remove the grit from their sand coated face. After a content breath, the Draklorn continues to collect more of the precious liquid.

"In the Freljord, I am part of a group called the Frostguard, protectors of my home and it's people. I was tasked with travelling the world by my Queen, in the hope of finding wisdom to help better protect the Freljord." Devan continued as they worked, guessing that more questions would come from the curious Shuriman and hopeful they would not have to repeat too often while here. Because what they really wanted, was to ask questions of their own. "Travelling to Shurima, I heard all kinds of tales of ancient Emperors and Gods born from the Sun. And who better to seek out wisdom from, than someone who boasts such titles?" Satisfied with their collected water, Devan straightens and secures the canteen. "Is that why you gather? To follow Lord Xerath's wisdom, and his teachings?"

[cosmosoracle]

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☀️ Hopes / wishes

"I hope... I hope..." the Oracle seems to be struggling with herself. Then she gives a sad smile. "My hopes will be my doom one day.

I hope to gift some peace to the people in need. I hope I can save the misled or unwilling Soulless people from a life of dullness they were manipulated to ask for. I hope I can reach the Brothers, I hope I can do anything for them so that they can move on free of their past... so that they can leave the innocent mortals be. I hope I can live up to the expectations of the gods that chose me, help Hoyt and Zinnya with their tasks, give Jaha back to my people... I hope I can gift Echo his freedom back.

But I... also wish to live. I need to survive. I must keep on existing, or all of it will just... disappear. Is that selfish? Is that... the price to pay for this all in the end?"

[sonofshin]

Cake time!!!