Ask Lissandra the Ice Witch

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FreljordLiss

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01-13-2014

Deep in the twisted maze that makes the hallways of the Champion Quarters, the Ice Witch awaits those that would seek her answers. Finding the path to her room is simple enough, one only needs to feel for the cold wind; reminiscent of the mighty Freljord blizzards which emanates from the cracks underneath her door.

If one were to be bold enough to enter, they would find themselves in a room fashioned in a way to be fairly comfortable for both the Ice Witch and the visitor. One side had been decked in the rough stone which made up the bridge in the Howling Abyss. A pile of lonely looking coals flickered weakly in a corner for the visitor to use at their discretion. A worn out table stood in visitor's half of the room paired with a three legged stool which had clearly seen better days.

The other side was more or less laid out identically, the only differences being the stone replaced with freshly fallen snow and the shabby stool swapped out for a jagged throne crafted out of True Ice.

A thin barrier of unknown origins separated the Iceborn from her guest. It had been placed for both their safety as the Ice Witch's temper could be as volatile as the winter storms that plagued the tundra.
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Frostguard Citadel

The path to the Frostguard Citadel is long and full of perils, winding it's way deep North through the Freljord. Your only guide being the ancient signs pointing towards the Citadel, it takes days before it comes into view. The Frostguard Citadel is carved out of the very mountains making up the area and at first glance, there appears to be no one guarding the fortress. You quickly come to the realization that the citadel has no need of Frostguard outside as the gates seem impossible to be breached.

Fashioned out of a mixture of true ice, rock and metal, they loom over you with the ancient aura of one that was withstood the tests of time. Still, hoping for entry into the archives you walk closer to the gates and speak your purpose. If Lissandra and her Frostguard find your answer to be satisfactory, the Frostguard Citadel will graciously invite you in to share in their knowledge.

The citadel's interior is fashioned out of the mountain rock, enforced with magic aimed to withstand the power of the Freljord's many denizens. The stone walls are lit up with rows upon rows of freshly lit torches, the fire creating flickering shadows on the ceiling. It is silent, the only sound being that of the footsteps belonging to the few Frostguard that protect the archives. Large stone pillars supporting the roof stretch on endlessly through the citadel.

The archives are directly in front of you but those who seek to learn it's secrets - beware. The Frostguard have been keeping the Freljord's history for as long as time can remember and the never ending halls often lead visitors astray. The identical looking shelves and rooms, differentiated only by a plaque indicating their time period make the archives a maze. The bookshelves may be stocked with scrolls and books, cabinets may neatly hold ancient artifacts but there is no food or water ahead for the lost traveler. It is for this reason those new to the archives are to be escorted at all times by an archivist of the Frostguard.

If one wanted to visit the Dervish, they'd only need to head on to their right where they'd find an ornate staircase spiraling on upwards. Lissandra would be found at the top inside her quarters.

To their left they'd find a sealed door, likely protecting the documents considered too important for the public to view. To gain access to these one would have to get the permission of the Dervish herself.

The only thing left for the curious visitor would be a set of doors on both sides, which housed the inhabitants of the Frostguard Citadel.

((Ok.
You can choose to either roleplay with the Ice Witch as she is known on the Fields of Justice or Princess Lissandra as she is known to the general public. Keep in mind her secret identity is not common knowledge so few people should suspect and nobody should outright know. Have fun and go easy on me lol. Feel free to give me tips and pointers so I can improve my portrayal of Lissandra as well)).


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Xander Blade

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01-13-2014

((I suppose It would not hurt to ask. Would it be an option to continue the relationship between Xander and the last Lissandra? ))


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AskCorpMundo

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01-13-2014

((Most probably Shyvy, since she got a lot of support from the community, even Kameil himself I believe. But I could be wrong.))


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Ask Gragas

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01-13-2014

Quote:
Originally Posted by FreljordLiss View Post
I've taken that as the OK signal to start a thread so here is the link (this is Shyvy)

http://forums.na.leagueoflegends.com...1#post44392701

((it's shyvana. I mean Shyvy))

What's yer breakfast o' champions?


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AskCorpMundo

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01-13-2014

((Tbh, I was hoping Shyvy gets her as well, since she was the only one without a champ, and I didn't quite like the behind-curtan deals that were going on between the other competitors, leaving her totally on the ice *EPICLY CHEESY PUN MOST SURELY INTENDED*, though we should probably cut this now, since it's kinda unfair to the others, and this Liss could turn out to be someone else xD))


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FreljordLiss

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01-13-2014

((This is Shyvyana *ahem* Shyvy.
Sorry Xander, not just yet.
Also in the future could you specify if you are roleplaying with the Ice Witch or Princess Lissandra? Thank you =) ))

The Ice Witch's stare bore a hole through the intruder. She recognized him as Gragas, the filthy drunkard who had allied himself with the naive "Queen" Ashe more out of love for his alcohol than love for the Avarosans. Quite often she had faced him on the Rift. A surprisingly slippery adversary for his size Lissandra found him to be annoying both in battle and out. She answered his question with a voice veiled with animosity.
"Breakfast... Food. Hunger. A weakness I have not been ailed with since the time of the Three Sisters." She sifted to a more comfortable position on her throne, ice crystals moving with the precision and grace of a shoal of fish. "The Frozen Watchers have given me enough energy to sustain me indefinitely. Will that suffice to answer your question, drunkard?"


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Ask Gragas

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01-13-2014

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Originally Posted by FreljordLiss View Post
((This is Shyvyana *ahem* Shyvy.
Sorry Xander, not just yet.
Also in the future could you specify if you are roleplaying with the Ice Witch or Princess Lissandra? Thank you =) ))
((let's pretend that it's the one that can eat breakfast, because Gragas.))


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BloatedBile

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01-13-2014

dear princess lissandra,

the frostguard are a strong tribe. wouldnt that be along the same values of sejuani? any reasons why you allied urself with ashe?

-bb


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AskChoGath

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01-13-2014

((This is to the Princess Lissandra.))

Skittering across the ground, a small voidling of two feet by three would make its way through the city. It neither shows care or fear of the emptiness or the cold, but soldiers on, driven by the desire to fulfill the order it was given. On its back and secured with straps, is a bag made of weather resistant material.

When it finds the guards, the voidling offers the nearest one a letter from the bag. It is addressed to Lissandra from Cho'Gath, but it does not bare any identifications of the Institution or League.

Assuming the letter reaching Lissandra, it would read as such:

Dear Princess Lissandra,

If you would allow, I would like to meet with you personally to discuss something that may be beneficial to the both of us.

~Cho'Gath

P.S. Do not worry of this voidlings safety. It has been specially adapted to survive such extreme conditions and flee from threats.


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FreljordLiss

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01-13-2014

@gragas

Upon the sudden arrival of the rabble rouser, Princess Lissandra's personal guards rushed forwards to create a protective wall around her. Their movement seemed almost preprogrammed. It was certainly rehearsed; there were many who would not hesistate to kill the princess of the Frostgaurd.
How the champion had gotten in without warning was a problem. Obviously she would have to tighten up her security. But for now, the princess waved off her guards as she recognized the stout man. Having fought against him as her alter ego, Lissandra the Ice Witch, she found him annoying both on and off the Rift. However, she disguised her true feelings with a soothing and calm voice.

"Welcome to Rakelstake Gragas. I apologize for the action of my men, they have been trained to act on any disturbance as you can see. It is with a rather odd request you come to me with," Lissandra's lips curved wiith amusement. "But a harmless one that I would not mind answering. When time allows, I quite enjoy a traditional Freljord bun, along with a small roast. Wine does not go amiss either. It is quite a pity that Rakelstake does not harbour the right conditions for growing good food."

@bb

"A message for you, Princess. From a certain summoner BB."
"Understood. Hand it over."
Lissandra took the letter between her index finger and her thumb from one of her trusted Frostguard, holding the letter as if it held an explosive. She rummaged through her drawer before finding an elaborate old fashioned letter opener. It slit through the wet envelope like a hot knife through butter so Lissandra could read the contents. She frowned as she did so, for all their power and knowledge over the champions in the league it still seemed as if some summoners remained ignorant of matters that took place elsewhere their precious Institute of War. Clucking her toungue symphathetically, she called for her guard.
"My quill. Deliver my response at once as soon as I have finished as well."

Quote:
Dear Summoner BB,
I thank you for addressing your curiosity towards our political affairs through a letter rather than an unwelcome visit. Now, for your question. It is indeed true that the Frostguard are powerful. However, our agenda differs greatly from the Winter's Claw. Sejuani, to put it bluntly, is a brute who threatens the fragile existance of our kingdoms with her preposterous calls for battle. We of the Frostguard prefer more diplomatic methods to settle our problems and we believe the way to peace is by unifying the Freljord. It is for this reason I swore alleigance to my queen, Ashe here in Rakelstake. I hope my response will help clear up any misconceptions at the institute.
Truely yours,
Princess Lissandra
@cho'gath

"Your Majesty. Another letter... this time from the Terror of the Void."
"Cho'Gath? Now what reason could that creature have for contacting me?"
Lissandra took the letter and read it throuroughly before dipping her quil into her inkpot. She paused for a moment, thinking of how best to make her point without angering the beast. A drop of ink splattered the parchment making her crease her brow.
"New parchment. Quickly, now."

Quote:
Dear Champion Cho'Gath,
I haven't the slightest idea of what you are proposing, but I have my own request to make as well. You may hold council with me under these circumstances:
You shall not attack anybody in Rakelstake.
You will be surrounded by my Frostguard while we speak. They may be out of earshot range, but they will be present.
I would have suggested bringing along a summoner to keep you in check Cho'Gath, but the absence of any connection to the Institute of War leads me to believe that this request is personal and has more to it than meets the eye.
Truely yours,
Princess Lissandra