((*sigh* Sorry Nasus school have been dropping test after test on me)) "No need head librarian I rather go into the pyramid head first. Telling me the traps will just ruin the fun don't you think? So I will head off to the pyramid now, and I will come back with the piece soon enough."
Ezreal proceeds to walk to the door of the archives. Filled with excitement as to what the pyramids might hold in store for the ((Lazy)) explorer.
Through a combination of several Summoner spells focused on movement and keeping himself sustained, the trip from Morgron Pass to Nasus' temple took no more than a few minutes for Riniac, though the strain was starting to show. But now he was there, and all he would need to get back was a single Teleport spell. With a final Flash up to the door (and a few seconds of catching his breath), the summoner moved to knock on the door, only for Ezreal to appear from behind it.
Nasus chuckles a bit when Janna mentions not looking before landing.
"I knew someone like that back home," he says wistfully. "Akhmet, her name was..."
He becomes silent, appearing to be reliving the memories. A smile starts to grow on his canine features.
Janna chuckled, looking towards the being, "Well I guess you're used to dealing with habits like mine." She said, floating like she always did. "Hmm... this place looks... well-kept, exquisite? Hmm..."
Dusting a bit of leftover sand from his shoulder, the summoner nods to Nasus before speaking. "I've been sent to collect and bring you back to the Institute due to an emergency. I'm unaware if you know this already, but Renekton has recently managed to escape from the Institute of War." To prove his story, Riniac unfurled a scroll, holding it up for the Curator to read.
As you are already aware, the Butcher has been freed from his prison by parties currently unknown. As such, it is the League's responsibility to inform the Curator if he is not already aware. Travel to Shurima and seek out Nasus. Deliver the unfortunate news and bring him back to the Institute. Nobody knows Renekton better than he, and the Butcher himself will surely be seeking his brother out.
- Vessaria Kolminye
Rolling it back up and pocketing it once more after the Curator was done reading, he spoke again. "Whenever you are ready, I can Teleport us both back to the Institute."
((Apologies for the lagged response, gentlemen. I was hit with a rather nasty headache that knocked me out for a few days.))
Nasus nods to Janna, obviously pleased by the praise.
"I attempted to recreate the Library of the Cycle of Life and Death here on Runeterra," he explains. "Though it may not be so glorious yet, it is still a balm to me."
Nasus' eyes widen in surprise mixed with more than a little horror as the summoner folds up the scroll.
Renekton is released upon this world now. I hope there will not be a repeat performance from what he did on our world.
Nasus grimaces as he relives the carnage and bloodshed left in his maddened brother's wake. He was forced to wade through the bodies to confront his brother and finally stop his madness before the Institute had pulled him away.
With nothing more than a nod, Riniac begins the Teleport spell. A trio of green rings of light surround the two and begin slowly closing in. Just as the innermost ring would collapse on itself, the two would be whisked off to the Institute of War.
Post by Rose Sonder on Feb 19, 2013 18:45:58 GMT -5
((Hello- I am not Nasus, but his girlfriend, and would like to let you all know that he's not ignoring anyone; some serious issues IRL are coming up. He'll be back soon, hopefully- if anyone wants a more in-depth update, PM me.))
Post by The Crystal Vanguard on Apr 17, 2013 20:26:50 GMT -5
Most had issues crossing the sea of sand. The heat during the day and the cold in the night was too much for many. However, to one with a hide of crystal, it was the same as any other walk. He felt nothing.
A blessing it might appear to some, but a curse as well. When one no longer feels anything, they cannot feel the touch of their loved ones or warm rays of the sun on a spring day.
It was not true living. Skarner would not have his Kin awaken to the same fate.
So, he came to the great library to find anything related to his kin. His kind had no written tongue, but maybe someone else had written something about his people.
((Sorry about the wait, having trouble with internet.))
The library lay somewhat vacant at the current hour, visitors departing earlier so as to not be caught in the desert winds on the way back. One of Shurima's great sandstorms was gathering strength off in the distance, like an angry giant disturbed during its slumber. Nasus's assistant, the head librarian, was watching the mass of wind and sand as the afternoon passed. Most of the other staff had retired for the day, leaving him to saunter around the building. The Curator had been called to the Institute several weeks ago, but had not returned. The only clue to this absence had been a short letter, sparse of details and giving no hint as to when he would be back.
The librarian sighed, the champion's absence had left him confined to the archives. He loved the discovery of new or lost knowledge, but the recent lack of new material had made a once joyful task monotonous. Somebody needed to maintain the building and receive visitors, not that there were many recently. News of escapes from the Institute and growing powers in the East had reached even out here, and few dared to travel far out beyond a large city for fear of an attack or ambush. Still, if only there was something to do!
As if on queue, a speck appeared in the distance, glinting in the light of the hot Shurima sun. The librarian shielded his eyes from the glare as he stared into the distance, stepping out of the great complex and into the heat in order to get a better look. The approaching entity seemed too large for an individual, and they rarely received large groups of visitors. Bandits? The desert was dangerous, nomad tribes often preying on travellers for their supplies and equipment. It didn't seem likely, the Curator had made it abundantly clear to the first few groups that any attempts to raid the library would be futile. Then who or what was this?
He was pleasantly surprised to find a recognizable shape scuttle into view, the librarian had watched some League matches, and the Crystal Vanguard's features were more than distinctive. He made his way down to meet Skarner at the steps, ash grey robes flapping slightly in the breeze. "Greetings, Crystal Vanguard! This is an unexpected visit" he called, hurrying forward. "What can I do for you today?"
Post by The Crystal Vanguard on Jun 19, 2013 21:37:01 GMT -5
Skarner made it too the step up into the temple and did a quick glance before advancing, to avoid cracking the steps on his way up. He gingerly made his way up. He glanced up and down the human before him. Not who he was expecting.
"I came in search of a specific topic. Odyn Valley. Can you aide me in this?"
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