Who wants to see a Dark Jarvan AU arc, where he leans hard into the Mageseekers cause? If riot wants a villain, that could be arranged.
Well, I'm sad to say it seems they skullfucked the Demacian lore several times while I was away and left it in a sort of unlovable garbage heap. Uh.. neat?
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Jarvan is becoming the poster child for our bruised and battered character, we made so many of them… Sorry J4 we still love you, dearly
Lovely!
The wind whipped through the night air between Piltover's spires, cold and threatening. Most had to struggle for a view like this. The prince imagined the prison cells far below, and kept a hand on the guardrail.
"Sheriff. You have someone in your custody that I need with me. Whatever she had done, I am prepared to make amends on her behalf, or to see that she makes them herself."
He suppressed the old fear of fire and destruction. Shyvanna had been patient. Shyvanna had gone willingly to Piltover authorities. He was yards from her cell. Surely, this was almost over.
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NPC/Third Party Sentences
These are either prompts for a drabble, or a starter if sender’s muse wants to ‘overhear’ receiver’s muse answering these! feel free to specify the NPC if that floats your boat, otherwise they’ll just be a random NPC (a shopkeeper, a mutual friend, the bus driver, etc).
Said by a third party (an NPC):
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “I’d be careful around them, if I were you.”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “I can’t remember the last time I saw them this happy.”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “How did you meet them?”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “You should try to patch things up.”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “Maybe they stood you up.”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “They’re pushy.”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “They’re greedy.”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “Do you think you could put in a good word for me?”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “Are you in love with them?”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “Are you two dating?”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “Hey, doesn’t [name] live/work in that building?” (that just collapsed etc?)
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “They’re kind, but they’re pretty naive.”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “I didn’t think you’d stick around for them.”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “Are you here for [name]?”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “You’re listed as [name]’s emergency contact, is that right?”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “Have you heard from [name] today? They didn’t come in to work/therapy/etc.”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “Are you going to hurt them?”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “They think they’re safe with you. Are they right?”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “Do you know who they are? Like, who they really are?”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “Don’t you know what they did?”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “Aren’t you scared of them?”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “You should stay away from them.”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “Well, they’re not here, are they?”
- [ABOUT SENDER] -> “You should see this. There’s a news article about them.”
................... Yes.
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a grumpy dragonlady
💰 :3?
Where there was nothing, there she was. Her long hair seemed ruffled, but she hardly noticed. There was no need to be perfect. There were no words either, just glances and faces and the language of eyes, one moment darting, another fixed and full of all the meaning a heart could hope for. Her hand in his felt lighter than air. Wrapped up together they walked down no particular street, in no particular season, and whatever world there was around them seemed to matter less than whether or not she smiled. He thought not once about fires burning in the distance or rivers running red. He wore no metal, besides a simple golden band. He felt no creeping fear in the back of his mind, threatening to settle into his hands and tremble there.
And then he woke.
I was thinking of what I said before about exile and Demacia and this song came to mind.
Source: Spotify
Send 💰 : Your muse has something mine wants.
The Protecterates
light-binding replied to your post “I want to write another simple prompt, but I am feeling tired and...”
[ d e m a c i a !!! maybe about the kingship? or the protectorate system? ]
According to the wiki, Edessa, Fossbarrow, High Silvermere, Jandelle, Lissus, Needlebrook, Pinara, Uwendale, and Velorus are all names of Demacian Protectorates.
To be brief, a Protectorate is a dependent territory that has been granted some local authority and independent rulership, while remaining a subject of a greater sovereign state.
Think of feudal systems, where the land is all owned and controlled by the King who then assigns stewardship of lands to various lords and vassals. In a protectorate, there is less emphasis on the idea of all land belonging to the King. Instead of a singular kingdom government, Protectorates function similarly to member states of a union. They have limited powers to make decisions without the approval of the King, and are allowed to have a local identity and allegiance. If you are familiar with the way the Northern Houses in Game of Thrones manage their own lands with relative autonomy, as local representatives of the King’s justice, I think you’re close. I would assume that each protectorate mirrors the centralized Demacian government in that there is a clear executive position along with a small council of nobles. Demacia is a constitutional monarchy in its current form. It would be fair to speculate that the members of the Demacian Council who serve as the nation’s legislative body are all representatives of the largest and most important protectorates. Then one begins to wonder which noble family stands at the head of High Silvermere, and which is steward of Uwendale.
Progress behind white walls?
infiniitas replied to your post “I want to write another simple prompt, but I am feeling tired and...”
why not the progress with demacia; how it was than and how it was now? potential worries and what not?
Demacia began as a shelter in a storm. It has evolved into a fiercely proud and independent nation, with a highly structured culture and class system. The idea that Demacia is well organized and well trained, with some of the best military and equipment, stems from the head start they had in the cataclysm. They had a safe place to build upon when others didn’t, and it allowed them to grow and advance to the state the currently occupy. The question of Demacia’s future is this, can clinging to the stone that saved them ever be a mistake? Their traditions, their isolationism, and their shunning of magic are to some degree artifacts of a past that is long gone. The temptation would be to say that progress for Demacia should mean a return to magic and expansionism and new ideas. Sure, some change is necessary for a nation to survive in a changing world, but how much? How far can they stray from the warnings of their forefathers before the lessons of the calamity are lost, and history threatens to repeat itself? How much can Demacia change, before losing itself to the same lust for power that Noxus lives and breathes? Those are questions the next generation of Demacian leaders must answer, if Demacia is to survive.
I want to write another simple prompt, but I am feeling tired and lacking inspiration. Send suggestions.
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shyvana-the-ice-drake: ♛
Do not disappear like that without leaving word. I don’t begrudge you your flights or your freedom, but surely it is no great pain to leave word. There is no shortage of messengers in the capitol, and you’ve no shortage of paper or ink. If you need either, I will have it sent. If you cannot be bothered to write a simple note, I will have to have a minder dog your wanderings day and night, and I know how much you will enjoy that dear. You do not know the headache and the worry you would save me. Please? -J
The message is weathered and beaten, wax coated parchment folded tight and small. A knife warmed by campfire splits the patterned and yellowed seal open.
Spire. Tempered. Solstice. Road east of Raleclyff is watched. Stay west of river. Keep count, continue with mission. -J
L, I was five when I met your brother. Even then he seemed older than me, more a soldier than a boy. I do not know what it is like to be the younger child, but I know what it is not to have a brother, when you might desperately wish for one. Forgive me, that I saw him more in those years than you had the chance. Forgive him his absence, which was none of his own design despite how easily he bends to carry every burden laid at his feet. He speaks of you with only love and pride. There is no one like your brother, my friend. -J
What are the words? Jarvan was unsure. On one hand, he had looked over the faces of soldiers, young and old, loyal Demacians all, who would not have survived had she not interfered. On the other, the broken bodies of his enemies were given the same grace, after sweat and blood had been spent to end them. There was some heartless answer hidden in corpses that would never be tallied. Looking into the eyes of his men, the prince could see another, perhaps truer accounting. They would sacrifice their lives in the name of duty, yes, but they were full of gratitude. Despite the chaos, despite the cold and certain voice inside him that cried not every battle can be undone, this is NO ANSWER, he could not bring himself to wish those wide eyes shut forever.
The letter was trimmed in gold, sealed with deep blue wax and stamped with the official royal seal. He sent it, not knowing if it would truly reach her, and turned back to the maps and missives that would send a hundred men to their graves in due time.
Thank you.
Hopped up on caffeine post campaign night prompt replies incoming.