"I'll make my new home here!"

Despir'thoth grins, shifting to her true form, the giant, pregnant looking, twin scorpion tailed, dragon faced, Oily black hair, tentacle fingers with barbs on the end, 10 feet tall VoidLord now revealed. She flexes her massive, scaled wings, both sets.

"In our first foothold in this world, This shall be where all things Void transpire on Runeterra!"


((Setting time! Icathia, where only the greatest of mages may tread, and many of those would never wish to. Without a guide, no non magically gifted human may find this ruinous city state that once betrayed the world itself.

Sprawling towers lined with fleshy protrusions, hives burrowed deep into the earth, turning it purple and black, humming with voidlings and voidspawn. Lesser and Greater Voidborne leading their forces in training, cobblestone walls, adorned with spiked and lashing tentacles. This is the dreaded fallen land, Icathia, where the void seeks to open the rift to Runeterra fully. Whether this be the ruinous end war of Ekidna, Cho'Gath, and Origin, or a neutral gateway intended by Shala, Despir'Thoth and Omen is unknown to all but the Vordlords themselves. ))

Ahhh...

It's good to be home.

A disturbing beast, an amalgam of gangly limbs, spines and teeth makes its way across the poisoned landscape, an example of the disturbing truth that lies within the void.

Thousands of voices invaded the beast's skull, each demanding an answer for their current predicament, screeching in some language forgotten by time; each received a message directly from the mind of the voidlord, in their own horrifying tongue.

Kiir'inak v'liss lanak'n.

Denizens of the void...

Ia b'kroma hilithiss i'aak mk'rono

I have personally seen to it

F'sshassn killak nurishan'sa

that this new world will welcome us...

Q'ul Ijjiri Skree'a

Do not be afraid.

Orurn'kas Valoran!

and welcome to Valoran!

creatures large and small began to skitter out of their hives, poking at various objects using their feelers and claws, some of the larger creatures beginning to ask Omen about the natives.

The lumbering brood queen moves towards her brother, and bows.

Sko'amatharn Voltiis Vahjenk

Welcome sibling mine.

She opens her mouth to speak, a sign of respect for an equal in the void.

"Omen, I am glad to see you in your true form once more. Have you finally come to stay in one place for a while?" She asks, her wide and unfathomably numbered row of teeth contorting into some kind of smile. "And where is dear Shala? I would have expected her to be with you."

"The one who punches mountains and expects them to crumble?" She tilts her head. "I remember him."

She heard Malzahar as well, but did not reply. "Is he not on the side of Cho'Gath and Ekidna?" She asked, sitting on her digitigrade haunches. "Or am I mistaken? Oh, when do I get to see my beloved Origin?" Her muzzle contorts back into a smile, bearing her purple gums as well this time.

She shrugs. "I did help "kill" him to. If he remembers me, it may not be favorably. Still, a little girl can dream." She grins, teasingly. "I would be a fool not to at least try. However..." She stands and turns, beckoning Omen to walk with her. Through the city and looming towers, their eyes burned in the dark, bobbing and weaving through the buildings.

"I was thinking, this worlds... me, as it were, would it be possible to stop her from being chosen? Or make another more appealing, if he is to choose from here?" She plucked a lost Voidling off the wall and cradled it. "I do not wish the same fate upon her, if at all possible."

"No corrupting?" Her face drops into a disjointed frown. "Even willing?" She groans, dust falling off nearby buildings as she does. "Fine."

She throws her "hands" up in the air. "And to discard what has been half of me for eons? You may have been away, but that Annie and I have been here, overseeing Icathia and the Void, and the countless worlds in our dominion. She has come to enjoy herself as I have. Besides..."

She pauses, breathing heavily. "She is from another Valoran, another time. This world has its Dark child with her own tragedies, triumphs and destiny ahead of her. If I were to split with my own version of her, she would die. And Mortals fear death above all else, you know this."