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Explanation for Soaring Sword Fiora
Soaring Sword is an Ionian AU for Fiora, shared with Master Yi and Janna. Fiora was, for a time, Master Yi’s disciple, both sharing the hunt for the Sacred Sword guarded by the spirit Janna. The weapon itself is a celestial artifact said to be able to sunder the space between the realm of man and god. Celestial Artifacts are extremely dangerous in the hands of mortals, which is why Janna wanders among the winds of Ionia, carrying the sword wherever she goes, keeping it from the hands of mortals.
Fiora herself is a fiery spirit, strong willed and stubborn to a fault. Due to her town being a temple village, she grew up extremely religious which has imprinted a lot of superstition in her head. Her village was caught in the Noxian invasion, they fought to the last man but were caught in the dark tide. Her family carted off, she managed to escape into the surrounding woods with naught but a sword from a fallen neighbor and the clothes on her back.
A lot of this will go into more detail and be fleshed out, but I wanted something quick and easy to lay down the groundwork for the AU.
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is that an entire sword in your pocket or are you just happy to see me
“I don’t know what you’re implying, but it is indeed a beautiful sword.” Drawing it with a flourish, it came to rest at her side. “May I inquire as to who is asking?” Fiora tried not to judge people as she met them, after all she’s met some strange people in her travels. But something about her was.. Unnerving.
@talahdorei
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A hushed whisper in the wind. "I know what you're looking for." Shadows caress the wandering woman almost lovingly, a kiss of pink smoke swirls in the air. Evelynn peers deep within her soul and grins. An overwhelming desire for power. Only power. The soul longs for it, crying out in need. It sings to her. She wants nothing more than to make it scream. The predator lurks in the darkness, hungry, and giggles. "I know where that pesky little spirit is hiding."
Demons. The hair on the back of her neck stood at attention, she closed her eyes and breathed deep, taking crisp air into her lungs. My body is holy, none shall befoul it’s sacred halls. Her eyes remained closed as she expelled the air, the demon wouldn’t be seen until it wanted to be. “ May the sacred flame of humanity ward off the night, may your ambition blaze a trail through the wicked. ” Her voice remained a level chant, she didn’t expect this to have any effect on the demon, she was no holy person after all, but the words steeled her heart and steadied her nerves, sharp weapons against any demon.
She slowly draws her blade, finally opening her eyes. As the tip emerges from the sheath, she swings it in a wide arc, bringing it to rest at her side. “I am no holy person, I am but a commoner. Even my people have a saying, beware strangers bearing gifts. My power shall be mine alone, I need no weak willed shadow hugging demon, cowering from the light.”
@agonizier
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