A day in the Ruins of Icathia(Open RP)

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Ask Mälzahar

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12-13-2012

Silently the prophet floated over the sands, across his side he carried a small bag filled with supplies to sustain his trip, though far less than any 'sane' man would take Malzahar had more than enough to make his journey. Even though the cold wind of the night tugged against his robes and scarf his blue eyes remained fixated ahead of him, towards the dark star. Even the most skilled astronomer would struggle to spot such an unnatural star but to Malzahar it was the only star he could see.

As he passed over the next dune he saw his destination, Icathia, the city were he was cured of his mortality and gifted with the voids strength, it was more like home to him than his quarters at the institute despite only visiting the city once before. As he made his way through the crumbling buildings void spawn could sense his presence, scurry out of their hives some followed him while others merely watched from the rooftops. They could sense the void in him but also that of humanity, was he friend or foe?

Approaching Omen the prophet landed, touching the sand with his bare feet he knelled in front of the void beast.

"Gtretf'fga Sqev Kayeoi Fvs'ag."

"I have come to hear your teachings."


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DespirThoth

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12-13-2012

Despir'Thoth waited silently as the prophet keeled. He had been a pawn of their opposition, but really, they were all still family despite the disagreement of this puny world.

Yet still, in their hearts, the former dark child and Despir'Thoth felt this world was different. Only time would tell, she supposed.

She sits on her haunches again and watches Malzahar and Omen converse.


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mn

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12-14-2012

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Silently the prophet floated over the sands, across his side he carried a small bag filled with supplies to sustain his trip, though far less than any 'sane' man would take Malzahar had more than enough to make his journey. Even though the cold wind of the night tugged against his robes and scarf his blue eyes remained fixated ahead of him, towards the dark star. Even the most skilled astronomer would struggle to spot such an unnatural star but to Malzahar it was the only star he could see.

As he passed over the next dune he saw his destination, Icathia, the city were he was cured of his mortality and gifted with the voids strength, it was more like home to him than his quarters at the institute despite only visiting the city once before. As he made his way through the crumbling buildings void spawn could sense his presence, scurry out of their hives some followed him while others merely watched from the rooftops. They could sense the void in him but also that of humanity, was he friend or foe?

Approaching Omen the prophet landed, touching the sand with his bare feet he knelled in front of the void beast.

"Gtretf'fga Sqev Kayeoi Fvs'ag."

"I have come to hear your teachings."
My teachings...

The mighty Wyrm began, a few small void creatures skittering forward to listen as he speaks, seating themselves next to Malzahar.

Go against everything you have ever learned, prophet. Your mission is a tainted one. To pave the way; create a path for an army that brings only destruction.

Omen speaks without speaking, his words forming seemingly out of midair in a deep, imposing voice. The voidlings around Malzahar have been joined by yet more creatures, all alien in shape and form, yet united in purpose.

We are not the end. We are the beginning. We are not destroyers; we are sculptors, creators, artists.

This world is rough and unrefined. War ravages the landscape. The natives simply hold no respect for life and loss; I offer you a chance to join our cause.

To play the role of a savior.

Hear my words and and meditate upon them.

The Voidlord spreads his mighty black wings, both pairs of eyes seemingly locked onto the prophet, he lifts himself into the air, slinking beyond a building and out of sight.


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DespirThoth

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12-14-2012

Kekjic'thun Balsskri Tor'vess K'k'k'kchliiir

You showed off a bit more than was needed.

She grins, standing. She flexes her four wings, and then walks off back towards the thrones at the center of the city.

"You may follow if you wish, Malzahar. Be you a pawn of another Voidlord, you still serve the Void as we all do. Your place is in Icathia."


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Ask Mälzahar

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12-16-2012

Lifting of the ground Malzahar follows the void beast talking to her as they move through the city.

"We do feel at home here, in the oasis of the void. But we cannot stay for long, we still must continue to spread the words of the void to this world."

For a while the prophet was quiet clearly thinking on Omen's words, he has seen Runeterra cry out as the void crushed it under its shadowy maw, but now he has been told the void isn't this worlds end? Maybe he did not understand his visions as well as he thought. Without even turning to DespirThoth he asked:

"What of our brethren in the institute, do you know of their fates?"


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DespirThoth

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12-16-2012

"Kog'maw's father, Golag'Maw, wishes to see if this world is a fitting playground if it is left as it is. Cho'Gath is cunning and ruthless, and enjoys giving his prey a sense of hope before the end. Kha'Zix is a relatively new Void Born, and while he is showing great promise, cannot be considered for becoming a Void lord until he is a few eons old."

She turns a corner, heading down an empty street.

"As for those of us free, Omen and Shala seek, from what I understand, to allow this and all worlds after it the chance to ascend to where we are. His father, and the father of us all, Origin, seeks the destruction of all sentient life, as he sees them hideous, despite life being wholly different on each world, the concept of beauty or disgust not applying fully to one another. Echinda is completely and utterly loyal to Origin, and I have my own reasons for the sparing of this world."

She continues lumbering down the street, towards the center of Icathia.


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Ask Mälzahar

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12-17-2012

As they continued through the city Malzahar was looking around the ruined buildings, despite the addition of the void he found them strangely beautiful.

"We were unaware that there was so many differing opinions on what to do with this world when the void returns. We have fought with Kha'Zix he is powerful and cunning but his evolutionary progress has been stopped by the creature known as Rengar, as he was unable to slay him."

Turning to the DespirThoth Malzahar finally question her, Shala and Omen's plans. If she could she would sense a tiny spark of fear within Malzahar's human side, he obviously has never questioned the void before.

"You must understand, we have seen the fate of this world and it will die at the hands of the voids might. There will be those that will embrace the void's strength, the rest will die in their vain attempts to stop us. This is Runeterra's fate and while we do not know your own fate, we must query what you mean by being free."

Malzahar had now stopped moving, falling behind DespirThoth in the empty street. The silence that hung in the air once the prophet finished his words was heavy, not even a scurrying voidling could be heard.


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Ms Annie Hastur

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12-18-2012

Wrong account. Durn))


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DespirThoth

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12-18-2012

She stops and turns to him. "The term free is different for us. Most of the sentient Voidwyrms cannot think fully without their madness controlling them. You cannot evolve a capacity to look upon infinity and have it not consume your whole being at every given moment if its abyss stares back into you, as it does with all who live on our side. The lesser ones share a mind with their lesser Void borne overseers. Those overseers share their burdens of the mind with those above them, all up to us, the Void lords. Our minds are capable of this, of conceiving the true chaos at the heart of all creation, of the infinite, and so much more, for our strength have allowed us to ascend this far."

The silence that grasped the few moments that she stopped for a time was thick enough to cut with a knife. "You have seen but a fragment, a very, however, likely one. Omen sees you as Malleable to our side, but I doubt you are that weak willed as to bend for any Void lord. No..." She grins. "You're as the Icathians were, once. You desire this world to become one with the Void. To me, the queen of all corruption, you are a marvelous work, I envy whoever actually got to..." Her toothy maw slants even more, a wider, more devious grin growing. "Turn you. But that also means that you are opposed to our work. I am not so optimistic as Omen. I will not pretend that you can be strung like a puppet by any but the one who carved you."

She stared at him, her dark eyes and Oily fur glistening in the gloomy dark of the city.


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Ask Mälzahar

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12-19-2012

Malzahar's eyes remained fixated on her, his expression unmoving against the words she brought onto him. But his mind raced, visions of events that were yet to occur circled him, they might both serve the void but the future he has seen cannot be changed, he would make sure of it. Breaking the silence he spoke.

"We are no puppet; we are the product of both the void and the seer. People call us Malzahar but that name no longer defines the seer. We are not a 'corrupted' human, but a human who was touched by the cracks in time, and by coming here, to the city of the void, the being that you refer to controlling us could bind to him. Two minds became one and the chaos of infinity that could be perceived by one was given meaning with the knowledge of the other. The knowledge of the void. Dreams became visions and visions will become reality. And all those who dare defy the fates will be swept into oblivion. So my final question to you, 'queen of corruption" is this. We stand on the very membrane the separates realities, its fibres frayed, and unravelling, the pressure of the void waiting to burst forth onto this world. The ancient magic that defeated us has been lost to the sands of time and the 'champions' so highly regarded as being the pinnacle of this realm are as weak as insects when compare to us. So will you stand against fate that this world is destined to follow and be swept aside, or will you follow with it and see this world join the voids chaos!"

The prophets final words echoed through the emptiness, the fear was replaced with purpose as he stood hovering higher than usual looking down upon DespiThoth. It was clear that the prophet would let no one defy fates will even if they were a voidborn.


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