#hook-and-chains

Ezreal felt like he had been all over Runeterra, at least all the places on his map... except one place. The shadow isles that all were barred from visiting if they valued their life. The young Explorer never considered going, but he wondered what riches he could find there. He could be rich. 

That’s what changed his mind, he took a boat to the ancient land. Using an ancient artifact left by his late parents to at least protect himself from the mist. Could they have visited before? He got excited, he would make them so proud by bringing stuff back from this abandoned place.

“Here we are, keep yourself together Ez... Brave like Jarro.” 

he whispered to himself as the boat came to a stop, he holds his bag tight as he steps onto the worn rocks. It was quiet with no signs of life, his footsteps echoing throughout the land as he stepped forward He felt like he was going into a circle until he went into a ruin, moving debris out of the way. 

“There! Perfect!” his voice echoed. he zips his jacket up and rubs his arm before running over to what looks like a table with objects laid across it, wondering who could possibly be keeping this area all neat. “brr.. Would it kill them to get a heater in here or something? Whatever..” he opens his bag, rushing towards the table and ready to stuff his pockets.  

Evelynn scoffs, fondly and with no malice at the other's statement as she idly wafts her fingers through the stream beside them. "Don't take them all for yourself, now."

Not that she has been rather abundant in her thrills, lately. Perhaps it is the chill in the air, how the seasons begin to change that leaves that sense of bitterness once more that she has yet to shake. Facial features crumble up, showing a brief display of disgust that is quick to disperse as it came to be.

@hook-and-chains

That letter, that passage of life had left Nith with many questions both for herself and for the entity she called 'dad'. Someone who had not begotten her and who had not been the one to raise her, yet he was and is the only one who has been by her side since she became a monster and continues to protect her in spite of everything.

He whom the world saw as one of the most dangerous, evil and merciless beings, for her was one of the most beloved. Even so, in all this time, neither of them knew each other's history in depth. For Nith it was not necessary, she loved him in spite of everything, however that text left her confused. Could there be another reason why Thresh had agreed to adopt her? Who was he really? Who was she? He adopted her and walked her down the aisle but they had never sat down to talk about such topics.

Karthus dimmed all but the center of his eyes so he’d have discernible ‘pupils’ with which to visibly roll them.

“That you have breath to waste is a concern on its own.”

He shook his head, disappointed that Thresh can’t be bothered to explain this drastic change of his. But there were more pressing matters at hand.

!!!!! thank you my sweet @hook-and-chains !!!!! 💗

There had been less and less reason to disguise his form. The majority of the aspects were aware of his presense by now, as well as some other...annoying beings. But ascended were still oblivious, that was what the whispers told him. Still, the curse of the Shadow Isles covered him well, so he would prefer to stretch his real metal here.

It would be soon that the entirety of this land would be his own. Not just the Isles. All of this planet. The rest would be easy. The only thing that stopped him, was his own will to remain patient. To harvent stronger and stronger warriors while remaining unseen by the eyes of those that would act the moment they realized he had made his move. It wouldn’t be too long now, but every day counted.

His heavy steps stopped as he noticed someone. A certain spirit, an undead, that was different than the trash he had been plowing through. They did not recognize their king, blinded the Mist. He reminded them their place, and now they bowed to him, as it should be.

“You.”, his heavy, dark voice echoed from behind his helmet. “You’re one of awareness. Finally, i was getting bored of the husks. It would be such a giant waste of time if all i could find on this land was them.”, he added as he approached, his feet cracking the ground under him.

“I could say the same to you… what a pleasure.” A palm crested against the others jaw carefully tracing the ridge. A ghostly hum echoed out admiring the figure before him.

“Where have you gone to? It’s been far too long… though, I suppose even the best of me has his work cut out for him.” A breathy sigh leaves him looking out towards the ruins that they stood in.

“There are still so many… but we have eternity to free them.”

His counterpart’s hum is echoed by his own and he smiles all too pleased, eyes narrowing just the slightest as a hand, all too familiar to him, caresses his jaw. How similar yet different they are from each other - and yet considered one and the same. He can’t even count their differences on one hand, though their similarities are... similar in that regard.

“It seems my prison called to me - all the poor little bastards just waiting to be tortured. I was apparently slacking - can you imagine that? Me? Slacking? What a disgrace I’ve become.” he feigns seriousness, though his amusement is more than evident in the way he can’t keep himself from chuckling.

He glances up at his taller counterpart with a sly grin, and he stays focused on him even as he looks out towards the ruins.

“  T̵̬̽̈́̃͐̚͜͠H̷̢̓̾̓̃̌R̸̛̜̞̲̞̺̿͑͑ͅE̴̡̢̙̤̼̍͗̌S̵͍̼̦͚̺͋H̵̥͚̻̯̄͒̎̔̅̇͑͘  .  “   Fiddlesticks would say , its voice  distorted however it would cock its head all the way to the right to get a good look ‘pon the glowing warden before him . “  chain warden .  CHAIN WARDEN ? c̷h̶a̷i̸n̷ ̴w̴a̸r̵d̶e̵n̴ .  “  its voice growing more distort on the third word as it appeared to repeat things . The demonic creature quite GLITCHY however a sickly ‘ smile ‘ emerges AS it hears the compliment ; how quaint .