- 61,177
- 14,747
Now that the fiasco of the speed revisions is over, lets get into something a lot less annoying
https://universe.leagueoflegends.com/en_US/story/the-echoes-left-behind/
"Now there was no sun. All was darkness. The ruptured, shattered remnants of the library loomed above, like some great, desiccated corpse. Chunks of stonework hung in mid-air, where they'd been blasted outward and locked in time. He had been a fool to think the gods had loved this place, for they had clearly forsaken it. Every time he re-emerged from the unformed madness of the Black Mist and reformed, it was here, where his mortal body had fallen, so long ago. Every time it was the same. Nothing changed. "
"One of the knights was hurled from his saddle, a glowing spear impaling him. His steed turned to smoke as he hit the ground. The knight screamed as he followed it into nothingness, condemned to join the Black Mist once more. No spirit went to that darkness willingly."
"Time and again they fought, as the years, and decades, and centuries rolled by, and the unseen stars turned overhead. But Hecarim was strong of will, and he returned from the Black Mist, of course, each time more monstrous than the last."
Type 8 immortality for all who have been fully corrupted by the Shadow Isles
"At one point, despair drove him toward self destruction. The purity of the one sunrise he'd seen since the blood had ceased coursing through his veins burned him, his intangible body dissipating like vapor. Guilt at leaving Kalista behind clawed at him, but in that agony he had rejoiced, daring to believe he'd finally found release."
"He roared as a purple-skinned sorcerer cast him back to the darkness, tearing him asunder with runic magics."
"He laughed as a sword impaled him on its length, but his amusement turned to agony as the blade burst into searing light, burning with the intensity of the sun."
Non-Physical Interaction for Ryze and Leona
https://universe.leagueoflegends.com/en_US/story/zyra-color-story/
"Hatilly inhaled sweet fragrances—orange blossoms, the aroma of Sapphire Roses, the fruity scent of Kraken Lilies, the musk of Pearls of the Moon, the delicate hints of wisteria. There were more, secret flowers, but she somehow knew their names—they smelled of colors her eyes never saw. A name formed in Hatilly's mind…
Zyra.
"Thank you for the lovely garden," Zyra said, nodding toward Cazworth's remains. "You tended me well, but we need more sustenance. To make the soil here more… fertile."
Hatilly saw visions of a world covered by a bouquet of colorful death. It was a beautiful riot of hues, soft and fluttering, choking cities. There were no graves, no war, no money… Hatilly was breathless. She didn't even feel the vines pull her down, nor the thorns bury themselves in her flesh, rending her skin, spilling her blood."
Zyra has Mind Manipulation via Pheromones
https://universe.leagueoflegends.com/en_US/story/the-echoes-left-behind/
"Now there was no sun. All was darkness. The ruptured, shattered remnants of the library loomed above, like some great, desiccated corpse. Chunks of stonework hung in mid-air, where they'd been blasted outward and locked in time. He had been a fool to think the gods had loved this place, for they had clearly forsaken it. Every time he re-emerged from the unformed madness of the Black Mist and reformed, it was here, where his mortal body had fallen, so long ago. Every time it was the same. Nothing changed. "
"One of the knights was hurled from his saddle, a glowing spear impaling him. His steed turned to smoke as he hit the ground. The knight screamed as he followed it into nothingness, condemned to join the Black Mist once more. No spirit went to that darkness willingly."
"Time and again they fought, as the years, and decades, and centuries rolled by, and the unseen stars turned overhead. But Hecarim was strong of will, and he returned from the Black Mist, of course, each time more monstrous than the last."
Type 8 immortality for all who have been fully corrupted by the Shadow Isles
"At one point, despair drove him toward self destruction. The purity of the one sunrise he'd seen since the blood had ceased coursing through his veins burned him, his intangible body dissipating like vapor. Guilt at leaving Kalista behind clawed at him, but in that agony he had rejoiced, daring to believe he'd finally found release."
"He roared as a purple-skinned sorcerer cast him back to the darkness, tearing him asunder with runic magics."
"He laughed as a sword impaled him on its length, but his amusement turned to agony as the blade burst into searing light, burning with the intensity of the sun."
Non-Physical Interaction for Ryze and Leona
https://universe.leagueoflegends.com/en_US/story/zyra-color-story/
"Hatilly inhaled sweet fragrances—orange blossoms, the aroma of Sapphire Roses, the fruity scent of Kraken Lilies, the musk of Pearls of the Moon, the delicate hints of wisteria. There were more, secret flowers, but she somehow knew their names—they smelled of colors her eyes never saw. A name formed in Hatilly's mind…
Zyra.
"Thank you for the lovely garden," Zyra said, nodding toward Cazworth's remains. "You tended me well, but we need more sustenance. To make the soil here more… fertile."
Hatilly saw visions of a world covered by a bouquet of colorful death. It was a beautiful riot of hues, soft and fluttering, choking cities. There were no graves, no war, no money… Hatilly was breathless. She didn't even feel the vines pull her down, nor the thorns bury themselves in her flesh, rending her skin, spilling her blood."
Zyra has Mind Manipulation via Pheromones
