#sinister-spellcaster

@sinister-spellcaster | your soul has been blessed my friend

*paralyzed by unspeakable childhood trauma*

“Uh.. You ok shorty? Don’t worry pal!”

(ZAC pets Veigar’s head)

Send your character’s height and I’ll compare it to mine.

@sinister-spellcaster

Veigar returned from his unsuccessful hunt at Bandle City, utterly disappointed by the incident that had occurred, the night air wicking his heat away faster than his body could replace it.

It is the type of coldness that reaches into the bones, as if the heart was a door left wide open to the icy wind, slamming only to open again. The only thing to do is keep moving; keep heading toward home and the steady warmth of the hearth. The sky is like a rolling blanket of cloud whose colour resembled wet ash, and the ground its dank reflection.

What exactly could this unsuspected accident represent? Perhaps another plot-twist had crashed down on him and his diabolical plan, or maybe his pure malice unintentionally helping the yordle inhabitants yet again. It remained a mystery for now, but clearly the warlock was injured. Hiding the wound under his cloak, he kept moving forward - he perfectly merged into the background thanks to his dark blue outfit and dark fur, although his glowing, golden eyes weren’t the best for such.

He knew he was nicely camouflaged and therefore wasn’t afraid of being spotted by any potential stranger, however, the strong smell of blood his injury let out was what truly made him uncomfortable.

[Spotting the dark, small figure of the warlock would have been difficult indeed; the heavy layers of clouds could cast an atmosphere able to envelop everything, softly embracing its wanderers or condemning them to solitude. It seemed that this case could be seen from both the point of views. The metallic noises he made with every step were as silent as they could be, the area around him was quiet, other creatures had fled the open surroundings to their dens already, fearing that rain could start to pour from above.

Not everyone had searched for a shelter already, though. Just as the mage’s eyes could ruin an attempt at stealth from his side, a pair of bright blue eyes became distinguishable, not too far away as he proceeded forward, glowing just like the golden ones. It was a different kind of light; more definite, colder, but maybe gentler, in a way. She was far enough to be unable to distinguish the silhouette perfectly, but it didn’t look like he was seeking to hide from any eye. She wasn’t, either.

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Meanwhile intellectual like me try to figure out what the hell he is ������

some believe him to be a sand troll, his lore calls him a giant. we’ll never know unless riot decides to stop being fucking mysterious

@miscreux replied to your post: out of character. ( i hope people will, one day,...

i think of his 3 fingers and how they give me fright

yet another symbol meme