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For a brief moment, the air around the Magus crackled ominously. "You dare to threaten ME? I can only presume you know not to whom you speak, yordle." Xerath quickly calmed himself. "You stand in the presence of God-Emperor Xerath, the greatest of the Ascended! Beings far mightier than you have tried and failed to strike me down."

The Magus drifted forward, fully confident that this small creature could do nothing to actually hurt him. "And if you are ignorant of that much, then I doubt the Curator sent you here to stop me... So then, you also seek the treasures hidden within this place. Am I wrong?"

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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The fear in her voice was almost palpable, not that this came at any great surprise. She was right to feel that way, as it showed that this stranger understand her place and position here. More to the point, however...

"That remains to be seen. You say you disposed of some mere bandits on my behalf?" To the north, was it? Ah, yes... That did ring a bell. Xerath recalled hearing reports and putting out a bounty, though the bandits were never a significant issue; just a minor inconvenience to be left for mercenaries and the like. Still, the fact that this woman claimed to have dealt with them by herself was.. Interesting.

"What is your name, girl?"

A number of people stepped forward, as expected. The Magus could only choose a few them to act as his agents in each nation, but no matter. There seemed enough present to work with, most beings warriors or mages under Xerath's direct service.

However, one person stepping forward caught his attention: the woman with the presence of the storm about her. The rest of the crowd was ushered out of the square, leaving Xerath alone with the dozen volunteers. The others slowly took notice of Sky as well, giving her curious looks.

The Magus spoke. "You... Are not one of my acolytes." It was spoken more as an observation than an accusation. While the names and faces of mortals could, at times, blend together, Xerath was quite certain he'd remember a foreign storm mage... "Or have you come to join their ranks, foreigner?"

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Xerath was likewise growing increasingly impatient with the myriad of obstacles set before him. Enchanted barricades rose up to obscure his path, ancient statues came to life in attempt to assail him, and a myriad of traps seem to trigger every minute or so.

The Magus persevered, however. Whatever was hidden in this place must be truly significant for Nasus to go through this much effort. It almost seemed like the Curator put more time into this structure than Xerath's own prison. The Magus wasn't sure how to feel about that, but he quickly dismissed the matter.

Suddenly, the ceiling above caved in, and a small figure landed on the ground unceremoniously before Xerath. He was about to blast it, thinking it another guardian, but stopped when he noticed a peculiar magical presence. "A yordle? Here?"

Treasure Hunting

Nasus had been busy in the many long years following their initial conflict. Xerath knew that, of course, but he had just recently come to realize how extensive the curator's work had been. So many grand archives hidden beneath the sands, scattered throughout Shurima; so many safe havens to flee between while the rest of the Ascended Host bickered and warred. It was little wonder Renekton struggled to locate his brother...

Alas, the one Xerath found himself in now was unlikely to contain Nasus himself. This place was less an archive and more a vault; one that, presumably, held relics of notable arcane power... Perhaps even one strong enough to undo the seal that bound him.

However, such a sprawling complex was rife with defensive, both magical and mechanical. Moreover, there was not only one entrance or exit. The place was almost labyrinthean in design, and even as Xerath attempted to navigate the many twisting corridors and chambers, he was unaware that someone else had infiltrated this place as well...

@bandlecitypride-blog

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Treasure Hunting

Nasus had been busy in the many long years following their initial conflict. Xerath knew that, of course, but he had just recently come to realize how extensive the curator's work had been. So many grand archives hidden beneath the sands, scattered throughout Shurima; so many safe havens to flee between while the rest of the Ascended Host bickered and warred. It was little wonder Renekton struggled to locate his brother...

Alas, the one Xerath found himself in now was unlikely to contain Nasus himself. This place was less an archive and more a vault; one that, presumably, held relics of notable arcane power... Perhaps even one strong enough to undo the seal that bound him.

However, such a sprawling complex was rife with defensive, both magical and mechanical. Moreover, there was not only one entrance or exit. The place was almost labyrinthean in design, and even as Xerath attempted to navigate the many twisting corridors and chambers, he was unaware that someone else had infiltrated this place as well...

@bandlecitypride-blog

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A number of people stepped forward, as expected. The Magus could only choose a few them to act as his agents in each nation, but no matter. There seemed enough present to work with, most beings warriors or mages under Xerath's direct service.

However, one person stepping forward caught his attention: the woman with the presence of the storm about her. The rest of the crowd was ushered out of the square, leaving Xerath alone with the dozen volunteers. The others slowly took notice of Sky as well, giving her curious looks.

The Magus spoke. "You... Are not one of my acolytes." It was spoken more as an observation than an accusation. While the names and faces of mortals could, at times, blend together, Xerath was quite certain he'd remember a foreign storm mage... "Or have you come to join their ranks, foreigner?"

The crowd broke into applause for Xerath's speech. Sky seemed to be the only one present not thrilled by the Magus's declaration. Such a thing would have normally been beneath the notice of a self-proclaimed deity, but even if only by chance, Xerath's gaze seemed to pass over her for a fleeting moment.

The Magus could see the forces that bound the universe together. He perceived the magic all around him in ways mortals never could, and the flow of energy that sustained it. He saw the mana coursing through each and every being around him, from the sparks of mortal followers to the small beacons that were his acolytes.

However, he saw something that stood out in the crowd at that moment: a glimmer of elemental magic. Xerath said nothing at first, but he had noticed the presence of the storm, and would be keeping an eye on its movements throughout his city...

"Any who would set out to spread the message of my will, step forward. The rest of you are dismissed..."

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Holy Moonlight Sword / Moonlight Greatswords made in 2022, 2018, and 2017

My guiding moonlight 🌕

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"I need not suffer any stupidity in my domain, so I simply do not."

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Old lore Vladimir: Socio/psychopath who practiced hemomancy because he has a compulsive desire to kill and an obsession with seeing watching blood flow.

Current Vladimir: Basically the world's oldest (non-literal) troll who uses his immortality to fuck with people across centuries, currently part of a shadow cabal for the lulz

Not entirely sure which I prefer, tbh))

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Lulu waves!

"...Are you attempting to communicate with ME, yordle?"

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The crowd broke into applause for Xerath's speech. Sky seemed to be the only one present not thrilled by the Magus's declaration. Such a thing would have normally been beneath the notice of a self-proclaimed deity, but even if only by chance, Xerath's gaze seemed to pass over her for a fleeting moment.

The Magus could see the forces that bound the universe together. He perceived the magic all around him in ways mortals never could, and the flow of energy that sustained it. He saw the mana coursing through each and every being around him, from the sparks of mortal followers to the small beacons that were his acolytes.

However, he saw something that stood out in the crowd at that moment: a glimmer of elemental magic. Xerath said nothing at first, but he had noticed the presence of the storm, and would be keeping an eye on its movements throughout his city...

"Any who would set out to spread the message of my will, step forward. The rest of you are dismissed..."

Time passed, and finally, the moment arrived for the Magus's grand announcements. The atmosphere of the entire city seemed to be engulfed in a mix of excitement and dread. The crowd largely consisted of ordinary-looking people, but a few other curious figures like the one Sky met before lingered around the fringes of the square.

A womanly figure appeared on a stage, wearing long flowing robes that obscured her body and a bronze-gold mask that hid her face. However, her arms were comprised of transparent blue energy, and the top of the mask seemed to be shaped almost like a brazier, where a brilliant azure flame burned.

""People of Nerimazeth, rejoice! The Great Magus is upon us! Cast your gazes upwards, and behold his splendor!"

Sure enough, a figure looked to be descending from the skies: a being comprised purely of arcane energy, bound by ancient chards and chains. Xerath looked out over the crowd, his voice carrying well and clear. "My subjects... For many long years, we have suffered the presence of ignorant outsiders. Shurima is a battleground between gods, yet foolish foreigners continue to swarm like insects, seeking scraps left behind."

"Do not misunderstand, though: I hold no special contempt for these fools simply because they are not of Shuriman birth. Noxian, Demacian, Piltovan... All mortals are equal in the eyes of a deity. No, their offense is their audacity; the people of Shurima know and understand what is at stake, yet these outsiders hear tales of warring Ascended and presume them, presume us, nothing more than superstitious... The time has come to enlighten them. I shall send forth acolytes into the world to spread my name and influence far and wide! Runeterra shall learn that I am no mere myth... And today, a handful of you will be chosen for the privilege."

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"Lies and deception are for the weak. I once hid in the shadows, scheming and plotting the empire's downfall... I was mortal then. Now, I no longer need to conceal myself. Now, I simply take what I desire, and speak my mind without restraint. That is what it means to be strong. That is what it means to be free."

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Despite my silence, despite the state of this community, I am still here. I currently owe one reply, but I hope to seek out other blogs to interact with in the near future, if possible.))

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I may just cave and start leaning into crossover interactions on this blog. There just aren't enough active League blogs around anymore, and what few remain clearly aren't that interested in interacting with Xerath...))

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Oh, hey. Riot is actually doing a new lore thing that actually looks interesting enough for me to care about. Might have to give the Kennen/Xin comic thing a watch later.))

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Xerath made a grunt of annoyance. It seemed a waste of time try explaining the Void, because it wasn't something could be explained in words. Still, she would probably pester him with questions until she got an answer, so... "The Void does not 'want' anything, yordle. It simply consumes. Some of its abominations may appear to slightly intelligent, but that is nothing but a farce. The Void seeks to eradicate existence and return everything to a state of nothingness. It is oblivion made manifest."

The Magus turned his gaze southward. "To put it in simpler terms that you may understand: the Void intends to devour everything, until there is nothing left to devour. As for your gate..." Xerath was silent for a moment. "...I shall return and investigate it myself. Perhaps there is something still to be learned there, now that I know its true function."

Xerath's explanation was very serious. It made Qadira worried. "Well... we have not faced the Void before... They are awful! Why do they do that to other worlds? Do they want to conquer other worlds?"

She was confused. She didn't know what to do next. Does she need to go back and find clues? But what if it causes a huge problem to this world?

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Was feeling inspired so I finally updated this again. Also changed some of the old ones.))

Xeraths Taunts for Every Champion (Updated)

Keep reading

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Time passed, and finally, the moment arrived for the Magus's grand announcements. The atmosphere of the entire city seemed to be engulfed in a mix of excitement and dread. The crowd largely consisted of ordinary-looking people, but a few other curious figures like the one Sky met before lingered around the fringes of the square.

A womanly figure appeared on a stage, wearing long flowing robes that obscured her body and a bronze-gold mask that hid her face. However, her arms were comprised of transparent blue energy, and the top of the mask seemed to be shaped almost like a brazier, where a brilliant azure flame burned.

""People of Nerimazeth, rejoice! The Great Magus is upon us! Cast your gazes upwards, and behold his splendor!"

Sure enough, a figure looked to be descending from the skies: a being comprised purely of arcane energy, bound by ancient chards and chains. Xerath looked out over the crowd, his voice carrying well and clear. "My subjects... For many long years, we have suffered the presence of ignorant outsiders. Shurima is a battleground between gods, yet foolish foreigners continue to swarm like insects, seeking scraps left behind."

"Do not misunderstand, though: I hold no special contempt for these fools simply because they are not of Shuriman birth. Noxian, Demacian, Piltovan... All mortals are equal in the eyes of a deity. No, their offense is their audacity; the people of Shurima know and understand what is at stake, yet these outsiders hear tales of warring Ascended and presume them, presume us, nothing more than superstitious... The time has come to enlighten them. I shall send forth acolytes into the world to spread my name and influence far and wide! Runeterra shall learn that I am no mere myth... And today, a handful of you will be chosen for the privilege."

The acolyte continued to gaze at Sky, their thoughts and expression nigh unreadable through the mask they wore. "We see many things mortal eyes do not. That is the gift of our god's blessing. Hmm..." The acolyte continued to inspect Sky closely.

"Yes, the blade at your side emanates the magic of the storm, but I see that same magic within you, as well... You here to receive the Great Magus's blessing as well, yes? You wish to unlock your true potential."

The acolyte didn't even give Sky time to properly respond before backing off a bit. "Rejoice, for the Great Magus shall make an announcement this day. You will have the opportunity to seek audience with him shortly thereafter..."