summoner-nightcipher

summoner-nightcipher:

summoner-renzus:

With a nod of his head, Renzus retrieved a slip of paper from the nearby desk, scribbling down a set of coordinates. They would lead to the original training facility a short journey north of the Institute, obscured by secrecy and buried inside a thick, forbidding forest. It was already being retrofitted by a handful of his active Crows, and it wouldn’t be long until it was fully operational. For now, it would be sufficient for his purposes.

“Go to this place. Tell them the First sent you. I will relay instructions so that they can accommodate you. No need to work from the ground up in your case.” He said, leaving the paper where it lay. He turned back to Night, lowering his hood. This would be a conversation between two people on the verge of friendship, more than that of just agents for a cause.

“The first lesson I can teach you, however, is trust nothing, and watch everything. Piltover might not believe in war, but war can bloom from the actions of those who do not seek it. I don’t pretend to know the Piltovian people, but I can claim to understand humanity in general, and I can say that sooner or later, fear will motivate even the most restrained of people to do very foolish things. You must always remember the possibility that someone here in Piltover might be goaded into lighting the powder keg. Jayce is not the first to resort to violence when dealing with Zaun. He was just the most obvious and recent example.”

His tone softened, revealing the man behind the cowl, beneath the Crow. Deep down, he felt he could trust Night, but also he knew that there was also the distinct possibility that Night would place his home above a long-term plan. “I don’t think I need to tell you that it’s just going to get harder from here on. I just hope you’re with me on this.”

"I’m with you, Renzus, but I’m sure you also know that I must be loyal to Piltover as well. Walking the line of peace means that we cannot lean too far to one side or another. Had Jayce not acted in the way he did, Piltover would have appeared weak, and further attacks would have followed. The renewed terrorist attacks on the border are a result of Jinx’s attacks, but they don’t escalate far because we do not allow them to. But defending the border and outright attacking Zaun are seperate issues."

The location on the paper wasn’t too far, and if he chartered an automobile, he would be able to reach it within a few hours. “I’ll head for your compound tomorrow morning, and should be there by noon. While I may not wear the Crow’s regalia all the time, it will be useful to keep a set of equipment for when things take a darker turn.”

Though Renzus’s concerns about Night’s loyalty never crossed the former Summoner’s mind, they were likely the largest issue that would arise in the future. He was level-headed and calculating in most things, but when it came to protecting his home, he was a fiercely loyal citizen of Piltover. 

Renzus bit back a few choice words, folding his arms as he looked aside. As much as he could see where Night was coming from, he needed his Crows to be as impartial as possible. But, he also knew that Night was aware of Piltovian politics and behaviour more than he was, so he could overlook the zealous devotion.

“I’ll do my best to keep my eyes open on Zaun. Anything comes up, I’ll pass it along to you. Do with it what you will.” The Crow closed his eyes, giving a quiet sigh. Unlike Piltover, which had the watchful gaze of Caitlyn and her PPD standing vigil over it, Zaun was a playground that Renzus himself had a much greater familiarity with, an urban jungle of shadows and espionage where a Crow could operate with near effortless impunity. But perhaps that was because he operated outside the law, independent and unsanctioned.

Perhaps that was Night’s biggest advantage here.

“It feels strange that it’s gone.” He said at last, letting the weariness in his voice say what he could not put into words. “I wonder what it means to those who never wore the purple robes. Did they even understand what it meant to have it standing vigilant over their lives…or was it always just a source of entertainment to them?”

frostbitten-seeker

A Visiting Crow

frostbitten-seeker:

summoner-renzus:

frostbitten-seeker

Kathe raised an eyebrow, her surprise returning as he spoke. She took a few moments to let his words sink in, before she nodded, beckoning for him to follow her farther into the house. She led Renzus past their small kitchen, where a few hares were roasting over the main fire. Her mother sat, tending to them, and nodded to Kathe as she passed.

"I’ll be in my room for a little bit. Just discussing things with an old friend." The next door down the hall was her room, and she pushed it open, allowing Renzus to enter before she closed the door behind her. 

"So you said you came here for me." She said as she turned, offering him a chair as she took a seat on the edge of her bed "Why?"

summoner-renzus

Sitting down on the chair, Renzus steepled his fingers, wondering just how to put his thoughts into words. This was certainly a delicate thing to say.

“Since the fall of the Institute, Valoran is becoming an increasingly dangerous place. With no central power to mediate political crises and discourage violence, the floodgates are on the verge of opening. Everywhere. Even here in the Freljords.” He began. “Perhaps saying that millions of lives hang in the balance, but the gist of it is that something needs to be done. Even before the fall, I was part of a contingency initiative, an organization dedicated to the League’s original mission: ensuring the security and peace of all Valoran.

“We are the Crows. Even if the Institute of War is now an empty ghost, those who once walked inside it still stand for what it was built for. Those willing to do what is necessary. Those willing to fight for peace even when the world around them. I’m here to ask you if you would like to get involved in something that our home once stood for.”

Anonymous asked:

"Father, why can't I have a pretty mask like my mother's? -When can I learn to fight like you and mother?" //Good luck figuring out who this anon is, dear Renzus.

"Your mother’s mask is special to her. And you don’t need to hide your pretty face. As for fighting…I’ll teach you in a few years’ time. I promise."

((Hmm… thesableseraph? ))

frostbitten-seeker

A Visiting Crow

frostbitten-seeker:

To be perfectly honest, Renzus didn’t like the Freljords. Even when the perpetual winter was at its weakest, the chill was still sufficiently strong enough for him to feel it in his bones, even through his weather-resistant gear. But considering why he came here, the black-robed man considered it worth the annoyance.

The settlement that she lived in was a typical Freljordian border town, one that wasn’t difficult to find, but was relatively out of the way from the heart of Avarosan territory. The townsfolk were friendly enough, and for once, Renzus had not worn his typical black over-robes, instead opting for a heavy fur coat that concealed the sable armour of the Crows. He’d stick out like a sore thumb if he’d entered town in his traditional apparel, and for her sake, he didn’t want his arrival to have any unforeseen implications for her and her family.

It took a moment of asking around, but eventually, he found his way to the Reveren home, knocking three times on the front door, hoping quietly that the woman he’d come here to find was inside.

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There was some muffled talk from inside the home as footsteps approached the door. There was the sound of a lock being moved before the wooden door swung open. A look of surprise passed over Kathe’s face as she saw Renzus standing before her, not used to seeing him in anything but his usual Crow regalia. After she had recovered from her shock, a smile appeared on the Avarosan girl’s face.

"I wasn’t expecting to see you all the way out here, Renzus." She laughed softly, beckoning him inside to get out of the cold "You’re just in time. I brought a few hares in this morning and we’re cooking them up. You look like you could use something to warm your bones."

As Kathe stepped back inside, several poros scampered around her feet, and she was careful not to step on them.

"So what brings you to the frozen reaches of Valoran, Renzus? I would assume your interests would lie elsewhere. Unless your hear to search for the Heart of the Freljord again."

summoner-renzus

A ghost of a smile crossed Renzus’ face when the door opened, and he saw that Kathe was indeed there to greet him. Carefully evading the diminutive stampede of fluffy white fur around their feet, the Crow shut the door behind them, holding his silence until the Freljordian woman had finished speaking.

He imagined that she might be surprised at what he had to say.

“The answer to your question is you, Kathe.” He said calmly, letting the weight of his words sink in for a moment before continuing. “The Heart of the Freljord can wait. I don’t need to tell you that the Institute left some very large shoes to fill, and I intend to do just that. This conversation, however, might be a little better carried out in privacy, if you don’t mind. It’s a long story that I don’t wish to abbreviate lest its meaning change, or be misread.”

frostbitten-seeker

thesableseraph

thesableseraph asked:

"So... Even you have found a place in the light after the fall of night, trading war for gifts? Forgive the figurative embellishments, but I find you an odd sight as administrator. Word of one like you haunted the streets of Valoran in the time I have grown to know this land. To you who I assume knows best, what does it mean to be parted with those shadows that colored your robes for so long? And possibly, could you have use for another hand in the dark?"

summoner-renzus answered:

Renzus listened to the mysterious woman speak, carefully measuring his response. There seemed to be promise with her…but it could equally be dangerous to take the offer.

"Oh I assure you, miss, that this is quite definitely my day job." He chuckled softly, grey eyes flickering with the fire that used to burn with impassioned fervor. "But thankfully, I have managed to gather others willing to do the street-running for me when I am tied down elsewhere. I have not completely detached myself from the shadows, nor have I stepped completely into the light. Indeed, there is a balance there that I cannot deny is better than existing in either"

thesableseraph

thesableseraph:

summoner-renzus:

Biting back his disappointment, Renzus nevertheless understood Fina’s reasoning. There was a mystique to those shrouded in darkness, one that he himself donned on many occasions. With a firm nod, he decided to conclude their dealings for the day, reaching into his desk and withdrawing a sheet of parchment and a pen.

“Very well. I suppose we can get to one last minor detail.” He said, smile fading just a little. “If you don’t mind, I need details as to what bank account you’d like me to transfer the money to. I can make arrangements if you have any special requests, like if you want it to be off-the-records or in a particular type of goods instead of valors. I’ll also start making contact with my shadow network to start including you in their…preferred client lists. That’ll take a bit more time than the money to arrange.”

“I must say, I’m quite pleased that we met today, Miss Reid. This meeting was fruitful in more ways than one.”

"And I must say I am more than pleased to have your acquaintance, dear Renzus. I wish I could say it would have been more fortuitous to have met you at an earlier date, but the Institute’s fall is a prime event for our kind to make our most effective stratagems reality.

"As for the matter of payment? Address it to this account, ‘Arion Fang’ of Bilgewater. Though I appreciate your efforts, gold is always a more preferable measure of currency for its universal acknowledgement and value. It is not so easily traced once handed to my care, and I will make sure to provide my company’s best when your name is mentioned."

Fina crossed her arms as Renzus began to work a gain, the dampened attitude not lost upon her. With a sigh, she relaxed her stance. “Try and cheer up, Renzus. You will be seeing much more of me in a variety of settings as the days progress, and I am sure I will make it up to you eventually. Until the next time we meet… First Crow.”

Hastily writing down the details that the Seraph had given him, Renzus also took a moment to commit the account name to memory. Knowledge of at least one of Fina’s aliases would always be useful in case he had to seek her out. He knew that twenty-five thousand was a significant blow to his resources, but truthfully it was an investment he was willing to make, and if he recalled correctly, the Crows on carrion feeding assignment had caught wind of a massive spice stockpile that was ripe for the taking, so a windfall in the immediate future was entirely foreseeable.

“Very well, Miss Reid. As I mentioned before, I do look forward to working with the Sable Seraph.” He told her, bowing in farewell to the enigmatic woman. “Until next time.”

WASTELAND 2 IS OUT

((AND I’M PSYCHED AS FUCK

Now to make characters. Anybody want their muse immortalized as a Desert Ranger?

If you want, do poke me with an ask, and talk to me about it! Things to customize include name, age, background, religion (a lot of modern day religions are included, like Christianity, Atheist, Buddhist, Hindu, Mormon, etc), smoker…also what kind of class type you’d prefer (sniper, shooter, medic, mechanic, thief, etc)

I’ll most likely stream my playthrough of this party, which will be announced every time I play it.))

summoner-nightcipher

summoner-nightcipher:

summoner-renzus:

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“I have no doubt that you might have to butt heads with the PPD, and potentially the statesmen. Which is why I would ask that you take the time to come by my headquarters on the recently-founded Institute for the Gifted, where the Crows’ Nest is located, if you wish. As of now, I consider you a full and staunch ally of the Crows, but if you desire to become a fully-fledged member, there is technically a training course that you need to fulfil, although given your own skills, it can be tailored to pass over anything you already know. There is also equipment there that you can requisition, but in your case, it might be better if you don’t visibly appear to be one of us.”

Night nodded slightly, a visual acceptance of Renzus’s apology. They both knew that it didn’t make it right, but then again few things ever were made right in this world. “I understand, but you might be surprised by what turns the PPD might take. They’re forming new squadrons from many of the magically-inclined citizens that have returned from the Institute, likely to deal with the escalating Zaunite threat. But unless all out war occurs, Piltover wouldn’t ever make a direct strike against Zaun. It runs against everything that Piltover believes in.”

"As far as your training goes, just send me a location. I’ll go through your training before I get too involved back here at home, and it becomes harder for me to do a longer term trip without some more involved pulling of strings." It should work out well, and whatever it was that the Crows went through would likely prepare him for the course that Caitlyn would no doubt send him through after he applied for the Piltover Special Forces. 

With a nod of his head, Renzus retrieved a slip of paper from the nearby desk, scribbling down a set of coordinates. They would lead to the original training facility a short journey north of the Institute, obscured by secrecy and buried inside a thick, forbidding forest. It was already being retrofitted by a handful of his active Crows, and it wouldn’t be long until it was fully operational. For now, it would be sufficient for his purposes.

“Go to this place. Tell them the First sent you. I will relay instructions so that they can accommodate you. No need to work from the ground up in your case.” He said, leaving the paper where it lay. He turned back to Night, lowering his hood. This would be a conversation between two people on the verge of friendship, more than that of just agents for a cause.

“The first lesson I can teach you, however, is trust nothing, and watch everything. Piltover might not believe in war, but war can bloom from the actions of those who do not seek it. I don’t pretend to know the Piltovian people, but I can claim to understand humanity in general, and I can say that sooner or later, fear will motivate even the most restrained of people to do very foolish things. You must always remember the possibility that someone here in Piltover might be goaded into lighting the powder keg. Jayce is not the first to resort to violence when dealing with Zaun. He was just the most obvious and recent example.”

His tone softened, revealing the man behind the cowl, beneath the Crow. Deep down, he felt he could trust Night, but also he knew that there was also the distinct possibility that Night would place his home above a long-term plan. “I don’t think I need to tell you that it’s just going to get harder from here on. I just hope you’re with me on this.”