Originally Posted by Evelicious
Are your blight pants sticky? If so, do you often find it difficult to stand up from a prolonged sitting position on, say, a sofa?
Varus looked at the question and sighed. "Why is EVERYONE so curious about my pants?" He said quietly to himself. He began writing.
No they're not sticky. It's hard to explain. It acts like fur, but isn't. I can sit comfortably with the corruption consuming my leg.
Originally Posted by Ask Irie
"Ah.. Hello Varus, I trust you've been well? Fell any more of our most mutual enemy?"
Varus smiled a bit seeing Irelia. "Yes I've been fine. It's good to see you. And yes, I've been able to put some time to shoot some Noxains." He said motioning her to take a seat.
"Please sit, is there anything I can get you?"
Varus looked over at the man, he looked down for a brief second, taking in his question.
Originally Posted by AODRG
Randle walks into Varus's chambers, his cane making small sparks as it hits the ground.
"Hello there, Varus. I'm here because, even though the mass stories of the Grand Library explained your story well, there's still a few things that puzzle me."
Randle pulls out a list out of his robe and scrolls down to "V"
"Ahh yes...I was intrigued by your skill to defend your village's temple, To be able to hold off a full horde of Noxian soldiers alone is no small feat. But after your village perished, you allowed what you were trying to defend consume you. Do you feel getting revenge on every Noxian invader would be worth what the corruption magic has done to you?"
-Randle Grend, Respectable Summoner
"I knew that I wouldn't be able to take revenge as I was then. I needed power. The corruption is the symbol of my choice... And... And I have to suffer for that..." He said, still looking down. He looked up at him.
"I am on limited time. I'll enjoy this life while I still can. And that will involve the the death of those who murdered my friends and family." He said, his voice become darker and serious.