The crystalline one nods in agreement, thoughts of the past suffering of his people and indeed the world as well brought unbidden to his mind. It is nothing if not a chaotic memory, of death and agony. It is one he has relived countless times since awakening to the strange world upon which he treads now.
Originally Posted by Ask A Treant
Maokai snorts, if such a word is appropriate for the sound the Treant makes. It's a disdainful sound, but not one to disrespect the Brackern. Instead, it seems more like its a reflexive response.
"You sound like you have hope for the humans. As if you think they're on the right path. As if you think their minds can truly comprehend what it is they're doing to the land. Their people. Their futur--"
Maokai is stopped as his Sapling hops around before him, oblivious to the conversation. It's that same feeling of hesitation from his judgement. Why? He knows he is angry. No, not just angry. Indignant. He abhors what the humans have done to the land, to him, and yet--
"... They have a long, long way to go, Brackern. And until they do, I hope for the safety of both your kind, and mine. Otherwise, your people won't have earth to walk on, or air to breathe."
"It is a small wonder that there is air for us to breathe now, that there is little more than fire and brimstone upon which to tread, Treant."
His words are laden with the amazing weight of his sadness, his sense of loss. Yet still he remains hopeful that it can be righted, that the wrongs can be undone.
Skarner responds, swiftly and without hesitation. He seems proud of himself.
Originally Posted by Leona Bott
Leona smiled, very pleased with Skarners answer, she bowed to the mighty creature once more
"Thank you for your time, vanguard"
"And you for your question, Lady of the Sun."
Skarner flexed his tail lightly, careful not to spook the crowd assembled around him. Humans had always feared the slightest twitch of his massive weapon, so he had learned to keep it close and still. It was a foreign feeling, as much of his culture had to do with where one's tail had been during talking. He likened it to human body language. Nevertheless, he responded after his quiet inflection.
Originally Posted by Geokhan
Do you have venom?
"I do indeed have venom, much as I had venom before my transformation. It has been changed as I have, infused with the magics of the world. It is one reason why the Institute requires my 'ultimate' to function as it does. My venom causes magical necrosis and multiple organ failure within mere seconds of injection. Due to its unique nature as both a magical malady and a physical toxin, I am all but certain there is no definite cure. It can be stemmed, but as far as I am aware, there has yet to be a surefire method of removing it from the body with enough haste to save the victim."
The scorpion speaks in almost reverant tones about his venom, yet tinged with sadness. He explains why after another moment to think.
"My capabilities were tested by the League and I have since been weakened. It was deemed that my venom was too dangerous and my hide too strong to truly participate in 'battle' with the other champions. My strength on the fields is a farcry from my true capabilities. I do mourn the loss of those they had me demonstrate my venom upon. They were but simple cattle, but I am certain they could've gone to much better use than a necrotic death at my tail's end. And the poor boy who was tasked with extracting some of my venom for further testing..."
He shudders, reliving the memory of the time. It was not a kind ordeal, clearly.
"He was barely twenty. Brown hair. Blue eyes. A novice summoner, but a kind lad. He had been very excited to work with me. Perhaps too excited. His hands slipped as he was affixing the League's device to my tail to extract the poison. I was not quick enough to pull away. He cut himself on my stinger and was dead within mere moments. His name was Zacharias. I gladly accepted the restrictions."