Originally Posted by Ask Gragas
So now we continue the super damn overdue tale of the manly hunk of meat creating the drink dedicated to the human emotions, and DRAINING IT, and it being dedicated to Hecarim, the manly Horsetaur... Centhorse... Centaur. Yep, Centaur was right. So now the overly manly hunk of meat leaves a 1 billion mile trail of his footprints, all on blue flame, as he offers Hecarim a bottle that seems to flame a bit in blue, like his manly ghost flames.
'eres the drink I promised. Sorry it's been long'o'erdue, it's 'ard findin' a witch that'll drain dead bodies o' their emotions an' fear, and then puttin' it in an alco'olic bottle. Just look!
The overly manly hunk of meat points at the 1 billion mile trail that he made, and he's only panting a tiny bit.
'es in Runeterra now, specifically in Graggy Land, an' makin' all the brews made fer ye. I call it... Fear! But ye should really come up with a name fer it, really. 'ave one now.
So in the manliest manner, the manly hunk of meat pops open the bottle with his manly thumb, and offers it to the overly manly Centaur, or shall I say... MANtaur?
From the moment Hecarim took the bottle in hand, he knew that the Rabble Rouser was not joking. This bottle contained the essences of dread and terror, true to his word. Curiosity aroused, Hecarim raised the bottle to his visor before allowing a small trickle to ebb forth and into the region that was likely his mouth. The effect was instantaneous, a jolt of electric blue energy surging through the ghastly flames about his body.
"Thy craftsmanship is true, Rabble Rouser. Thou haft captured the essences of fear itself into a beverage. Though I imagine it could have...other...uses."
It was then that Hecarim had an idea. An awful idea. Hecarim had a wonderful, awful idea. Visions of great casks of the liquid being hurled over walls via trebuchets of bone and sinew filled his dark mind, of the besieged populaces becoming overwhelmed with horror as flashes of their nightmares made manifest erupted before their very eyes.
"...I do not suppose that it is within thy means to produce additional quantities of this substance?"
Originally Posted by UberDuDrop
"Yesssss......I have heard of this 'Noxus' and their wars. Now , if I may ask to confirm rumours, is it true that within the arenas fallen combatants are raised from the dead?"
Van Damms voice began to raise in anger.
Aye, the sorcerers of Noxus have breached the secrets of necromancy, and actively utilize it when convenient to them. The abominations Urgot and Sion are two such examples of being who have escaped our grasp, beckoned back to the living by the infernal necromancers of Noxus. The summoners of the League further utilize a manner of resurrection magic. They will need to be dealt with when our conquest of the living begins.
Originally Posted by Ask the Bear
Do you ever tire from running? I have seen you on the fields of justice, so fast if I can say so myself. Your raw speed impresses me so. I would enjoy to see a race between you and Kennen, possibly Shen. He is always going on about how fast Ninjas are after all.
-Volibear, The Thunder's Roar.
Such matters as fatigue and pain are beneath me, Thunder's Roar. Death has only served to benefit me in this sense. Should a challenge be issued by the Heart of the Tempest, it will a pleasure to leave him trampled into the dirt, were I to subsequently stoop to sullying myself with mingling with the rodent.