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Rumble was left to catch his breath after all that excitement, his little heart pounding a mile a minute. The moment Xerath addressed him however, his typical rage would boil over as he bared his fangs at his savior.

“Yeah, barely!” He let out an indignant huff, reaching up to fix his mohawk. “If I hadn’t been so quick on my feet, that damn rock would’ve gotten me by now.”

He grumbled, but as much as he wanted to continue being a sourpuss about the ordeal, Xerath HAD protected him, just as promised.

“…But uh, that was…I mean, you were…” He fumbled over his words trying to find the right ones. “…Thanks. I appreciate your help.” The yordle finally replied, though it hurt his ego to do so.

Rumble was forced to raise his arm as he tried blocking any of the ensuing rubble, but let it be known he certainly was impressed by Xerath’s destructive power.

However, he wouldn’t have much time to give the magus credit, as that towering statue cast a looming shadow over the puny runt of a yordle.

“Uh…” His eyes widened, and he’d let out a short yelp as the jackal attempted to swing its stone staff at him.

Rumble jumped to the side just in time, tumbling along the cracked tiles while his adversary gave pursuit. Scrambling to his feet, he’d immediately start running in Xerath’s direction, praying that the arcane being wouldn’t fry him in the process of saving his life.

“YOU MISSED ONE!” He shouted, loud enough to echo through the chamber, as he dove behind the overlord’s imposing form,

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Rumble was forced to raise his arm as he tried blocking any of the ensuing rubble, but let it be known he certainly was impressed by Xerath’s destructive power.

However, he wouldn’t have much time to give the magus credit, as that towering statue cast a looming shadow over the puny runt of a yordle.

“Uh…” His eyes widened, and he’d let out a short yelp as the jackal attempted to swing its stone staff at him.

Rumble jumped to the side just in time, tumbling along the cracked tiles while his adversary gave pursuit. Scrambling to his feet, he’d immediately start running in Xerath’s direction, praying that the arcane being wouldn’t fry him in the process of saving his life.

“YOU MISSED ONE!” He shouted, loud enough to echo through the chamber, as he dove behind the overlord’s imposing form,

Rumble nods, shoving his hands in his pockets and away from the Magus.

“Good enough for me. Let’s get started then. Believe it or not, I don’t wanna spend all day crawling through some musty old tomb.”

He crouched down, squeezing his way into the door’s tiny hatch. Within a few minutes, he’d emerge on the other side, and the two doors opened for Xerath.

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Those statues, while not as dangerous as the real thing, still utterly dwarfed Rumble in size. What a rotten time to be without his mech…is what he would say, were his new bodyguard not here to defend him.

“Yeah, sure, hallelujah. Just take care of em’ already!”

He shouted as he skittered back, getting out of harm’s way for the moment.

Rumble nods, shoving his hands in his pockets and away from the Magus.

“Good enough for me. Let’s get started then. Believe it or not, I don’t wanna spend all day crawling through some musty old tomb.”

He crouched down, squeezing his way into the door’s tiny hatch. Within a few minutes, he’d emerge on the other side, and the two doors opened for Xerath.

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Rumble nods, shoving his hands in his pockets and away from the Magus.

“Good enough for me. Let’s get started then. Believe it or not, I don’t wanna spend all day crawling through some musty old tomb.”

He crouched down, squeezing his way into the door’s tiny hatch. Within a few minutes, he’d emerge on the other side, and the two doors opened for Xerath.

Rumble crossed his arms, staring up at the other intruder with a raised brow. Even if this guy clearly wasn’t human, the anti-social yordle wouldn’t give his trust so easily. No, he’d need a bit more assurance on that end first.

“The way I hear it, I’ll be doing all the dirty work undoing any of these so-called traps while you wait and polish your…whatever you’ve got instead of claws. I’m gonna be putting myself in harm’s way no matter what, and probably in places you’re too big to reach.”

He uncrossed his arms, walking up to Xerath and straightening his posture.

“I’ll assist you, but beyond your offer of protection? I want your word you ain’t gonna leave me high and dry if I see something else in here I worked to get to. Sound fair?”

He rubbed his paw on his oil-stained pant leg, before offering it up in a sign of good faith to the arcane being.

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Rumble crossed his arms, staring up at the other intruder with a raised brow. Even if this guy clearly wasn’t human, the anti-social yordle wouldn’t give his trust so easily. No, he’d need a bit more assurance on that end first.

“The way I hear it, I’ll be doing all the dirty work undoing any of these so-called traps while you wait and polish your…whatever you’ve got instead of claws. I’m gonna be putting myself in harm’s way no matter what, and probably in places you’re too big to reach.”

He uncrossed his arms, walking up to Xerath and straightening his posture.

“I’ll assist you, but beyond your offer of protection? I want your word you ain’t gonna leave me high and dry if I see something else in here I worked to get to. Sound fair?”

He rubbed his paw on his oil-stained pant leg, before offering it up in a sign of good faith to the arcane being.

A golem…those are basically primitive robots, right? Rumble certainly wasn’t working on one of those, but again, there was no need for Xerath to know the truth of the situation.

“Something like that,” He replied with a wave of his hand. “That crystal’s a premier power source, and I ain’t leaving without it, not after all the trouble it took me to get here in the first place.”

That, and he might as well look for any other artifacts while he’s here.

“…How about you? What’re you searching for?”

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Rumble let out another snort as he waddled behind the arcane being.

“Being a Yordle has plenty of perks, y’know.” He made his way over to that door, sized bigger than four of him stacked on top of each other. “For example, we’re smarter than most out there, more resourceful, tougher (in all the ways that count), and…”

He bangs a conspicuous looking spot near the door’s bottom, revealing a tiny shaft of sorts, perfect for ventilation.

“…We’re small enough to get through places like these.”

A golem…those are basically primitive robots, right? Rumble certainly wasn’t working on one of those, but again, there was no need for Xerath to know the truth of the situation.

“Something like that,” He replied with a wave of his hand. “That crystal’s a premier power source, and I ain’t leaving without it, not after all the trouble it took me to get here in the first place.”

That, and he might as well look for any other artifacts while he’s here.

“…How about you? What’re you searching for?”

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A golem…those are basically primitive robots, right? Rumble certainly wasn’t working on one of those, but again, there was no need for Xerath to know the truth of the situation.

“Something like that,” He replied with a wave of his hand. “That crystal’s a premier power source, and I ain’t leaving without it, not after all the trouble it took me to get here in the first place.”

That, and he might as well look for any other artifacts while he’s here.

“…How about you? What’re you searching for?”

Okay, that sudden shift in attitude would get Rumble’s attention. His ears pinned back slightly, and though he’d try not to show any fear, he’d even back up a few steps. Having fought in his mech so often, being without it for once made him a bit less reckless in the face of obvious danger.

“…I-If-“ He coughed twice, standing up straight. “If you really gotta know, I’m looking for a Shuriman Solar Core Crystal. It’s like, a reddish-orange gem about this big.” He made some gestures to show it was about half his size. “I heard rumors something like it would be buried in a place like this, and it’s just what I’ve been looking for.”

He was searching for other artifacts as well, mind you, but there was no reason to divulge that yet.

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Okay, that sudden shift in attitude would get Rumble’s attention. His ears pinned back slightly, and though he’d try not to show any fear, he’d even back up a few steps. Having fought in his mech so often, being without it for once made him a bit less reckless in the face of obvious danger.

“…I-If-“ He coughed twice, standing up straight. “If you really gotta know, I’m looking for a Shuriman Solar Core Crystal. It’s like, a reddish-orange gem about this big.” He made some gestures to show it was about half his size. “I heard rumors something like it would be buried in a place like this, and it’s just what I’ve been looking for.”

He was searching for other artifacts as well, mind you, but there was no reason to divulge that yet.

Rumble may not know much about Ascended beings, but what he does know is anyone that calls themself “god-emperor” is probably going to be on his steadily growing list of enemies sooner or later.

However, before he could retort with something assuredly witty, Xerath’s question about treasure reached his huge ears, causing him to calm down for the moment.

“…Maybe. What’s it to you?” He crossed his arms, glaring up at the towering ascended. “If you’re asking me to tell you where it is then you’re SOL, bub.”

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Rumble looked absolutely frazzled by the whole experience. His fur was caked with a light dusting of sand, his mohawk and goggles were a mess, and his hands were gripping the mech’s controls so tightly you’d think he was about to rip them off.

He slowly looks over at Ihsan, murder in his eyes, before exhaling sharply through both nostrils.

“You do that again? I’m throwing your lamp in the garbage.” He coughed up a plume of sand, before finally shutting Tristy down for now, and hopping out of the cockpit.

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

-maridofthelamp

“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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Rumble squints at the fish as he makes a mess of his already messy living space. With a sigh, he takes that busted bowl and tosses it into the trash.

“Great, you ate. Now, are you satisfied? Can you leave my damn workshop alone?”

He crossed his arms, sternly staring at the similarly sized dweller.

“Oh hell no, beat it fish breath my inventions ain’t waterproof.”

The Deep Dweller claws at the bonds of his watery grave, breaching the stagnant swill with ample thrashing. Sitting upright, he blinks one yellow eye, then the other.

"...HISS!" //( OAO )\\

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Rumble may not know much about Ascended beings, but what he does know is anyone that calls themself “god-emperor” is probably going to be on his steadily growing list of enemies sooner or later.

However, before he could retort with something assuredly witty, Xerath’s question about treasure reached his huge ears, causing him to calm down for the moment.

“…Maybe. What’s it to you?” He crossed his arms, glaring up at the towering ascended. “If you’re asking me to tell you where it is then you’re SOL, bub.”

The crackling of arcane energy and that deep voice along with it quickly silenced the Yordle. Slowly peering over his shoulder, he’d then quickly scramble to his feet and back away a few steps.

“Whoa, whoa, back off sparky!” He barked, baring his fangs at the stranger. Rumble didn’t know that this tomb was inhabited, let alone by such a strange creature, and that was all the more reason to keep his guard up.

“You stay right where you are, or I’ll…I’ll uh…break your…something!”

Hard to threaten bodily violence when you’re not certain if they had any body parts to begin with.

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Rumble let out an exasperated groan as he snatched that piece from him.

“NO!!” He scolded, moving to stand between him and his machines. “Now GET OUT OF MY WORKSHOP!”

“Quit sneaking into my workshop!”

"But but but shiny tigz ad butonz!" Gnar tries to look innocent "wat dey do? Oh ca gnar try dat? Can it fwy?" He scurrys about

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Rumble rolled his eyes and slid the fish a fork and spoon to work with.

“Come on man, just eat it already. The sooner you fill your belly, the sooner you can get the hell outta here.”

He seemed convinced that it would be that simple.

“Oh hell no, beat it fish breath my inventions ain’t waterproof.”

The Deep Dweller claws at the bonds of his watery grave, breaching the stagnant swill with ample thrashing. Sitting upright, he blinks one yellow eye, then the other.

"...HISS!" //( OAO )\\

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Rumble rose a brow at the Marid’s lack of surprise or awe at the sight of his mech. Maybe he was too primitive to understand just how impressive this feat of mechanical engineering was? Of course, the sudden supercharged engines and exhaust pipes that soon came after would throw Rumble through a loop instead.

“Wh-What the-? What’d you—?!”

Before he could even finish asking, his mech began to move on its own…as it began a one-man battle against the sands before them. The yordle was helpless to do anything but cling to the cockpit as a sandstorm was whipped up, and their path was steadily made.

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

-maridofthelamp

“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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“No! Get your butt outta here before you break something!”

Rumble tries to pick the yordle up, but considering he himself was a runt…that was easier said than done.

“Quit sneaking into my workshop!”

"But but but shiny tigz ad butonz!" Gnar tries to look innocent "wat dey do? Oh ca gnar try dat? Can it fwy?" He scurrys about

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Rumble snorts at the very question, as if it even needed to be asked.

“If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s getting junk out of the way. I won’t even need your help for this part, wait right here.”

Rumble turned to waddle off the way they came, only to return moments later with the sounds of metal and steam leading the way. He was seated in the cockpit of Tristy Desert Custom, a modification to his beloved mech made for desert treks and excavation. The mace, harpoon, and flamespitter were replaced with a shovel, drill, and high powered sandblaster, while her feet had been switched out for tank treads.

Rumble smirked from high atop his throne, gazing down at the Marid.

“Hold onto your wispy butt, cause things are about to get bumpy.”

"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"

-maridofthelamp

“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”

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Keeping cooped up in his workshop more often than not, Rumble made sure he kept his cupboards and refrigerator well stocked. He’d rummage around for a good few minutes before finally pulling out a cup of “authentic” Ionian instant noodles, a Piltover creation someone had tossed out completely unopened.

He’d follow the directions dutifully to prepare the dish, before sliding the steaming hot cup over to Goshg.

“There. That oughta keep you satisfied, at least for a little while.” He huffed, as if it were some grand undertaking.

“Oh hell no, beat it fish breath my inventions ain’t waterproof.”

The Deep Dweller claws at the bonds of his watery grave, breaching the stagnant swill with ample thrashing. Sitting upright, he blinks one yellow eye, then the other.

"...HISS!" //( OAO )\\