Cubix

Mains | League of Legends

I suggest that people can just timeskip to a preferred location on their own, provided that they make a reference to how they evaded the cops. I guess that the police tension might have caused some writer's block for the others. Also, another suggestion for a driving plot could be when some of the mutants are captured, and the others need to rescue them before the scientists dissect them or something. This, of course, will alert Rito to the presence of these mutants, and might contact them for a dialogue.

Just my suggestion. Take it with a grain of salt :D

Edit: Just to add a little sidebar, for those who are on the slow side in posting (like me), I suggest that they get captured or something so that they could post rarely without being pressured to post by their much faster colleagues. Also, enacting pain and torture under the scientists could be a good way to open up their emotions.

Slayers

WIP

Name

Ilya Terres

Age

22

Gender

Female

Appearance

Ilya stands at a laughable height of 5'5, and has been that way for the entirety of her life ever since she came of age. After her first lover took her innocence (and left her the next day), Ilya refused to groom herself beyond the expected level of hygiene. As such, her auburn hair is always unkempt; sometimes tied in a ponytail, but nothing beyond it. The girl's emerald eyes is often noticed in a half-lidded state, showing her disinterest in the larger picture of things. Her build is slim yet athletic and toned due to her training as a marksman since she had to do something to distract her mind from the betrayal of her past. As an accomplished ranger and forager, Ilya wears a jet-black hooded cloak which covers her beige but fair complexion when doing her tasks-- after all, stealth is one's ally in the night. A large scar runs down on the right side of Ilya's lips-- a mark she obtained when a slight misstep caused her to fall from a twenty-foot tree, and into a Thornberry bush; although, numerous scars are found all over her lithe body.

Skills

1. Longbow Mastery - Ilya specializes with her wooden longbow when in combat. She takes time and patience in finding the right spot to pick off beasts and other opponents from a distance. Her keen eye allows her, in the proper conditions, to strike a target from over 140 yards away. However, Ilya's craving for a 'perfect' and 'artful' aim causes her to dally between her shots, often leading to targets escaping her sights, and her losing a valued shot.
2. Dagger Decency - While close-combat was never her forte, Ilya has some modicum skill with the dagger and knife. As such, she keeps a silver dagger which hangs from her waist. When pitted against rookies and everyday criminals, Ilya can stand on her own, but against skilled professionals, the lass' dagger cannot hope to beat them, if not only delay the inevitable.
3. First-aid Knowledge - Wounds are inevitable in the woods. As such, Ilya taught herself the art of herbs and other medicinal ointments. She can also patch up wounds with splints and gauzes, but major wounds are out of her league.
4. Seduction - Living in the poorer rim of Aauron disables most from acquiring the vital things in life. Ilya circumvents around that problem by beguiling the wits of men with her allure and killer physique. She often seduces shopkeepers and other corrupt businessmen into providing her needs, only to find her gone the next day.

History

"Ilya? I know of her. Some say she came from the slums of Erekon, a small place in the outermost rims of Aauron. For the lass to survive in this barbaric rim, she seduced the will of men and sharpened the tip of her arrows. Kindness means nothing in the outer rim, and I know Ilya learned that lesson at a young age. Her innocence shone like a lotus in the dirt, and in a place of darkness like Erekon, it was naught but an eyesore. Barkus, a lad from a nearby district, trampled on Ilya's faith and innocence. He wrecked her being on that one fateful night, and the young lass never stayed the same since. She trained herself until her bones cracked, until every fibre in her being screamed for relief. Until she got in to the Forage Squads of Erekon-- a sub-division under the military. Ilya possessed a keen eye unknown to those who live in the outer rim, and her skills far surpassed that of her peers. No one came to hate her, because they all feared her prowess in and out of the woods. Still, a deep shadow looms around her eyes; a look of unknown suffering longing to be sated.

Her ambitions know no bounds, comrade. She grows stronger everyday. The Choosing is near, yes? I heard Ilya speaking of it, and her desire to partake in this event. I, as her commander, gave her the opportunity, and sent her to the main kingdom. Ilya's world is so contained in Erekon, and I want her to see the entirety of Aauron itself. She is naive at best, and while she knows a thing or two about the harshness of the world, she still has a lot to learn before her bow and arrow can slay those monsters.

She is not a bad person, comrade. Ilya just experienced a lot of tragedies in her life. She defiled herself in order to protect those who cannot; she sold herself so she could buy the freedom of those who she cared about. She just needs a lot of persuading that there is still a meaning to life. Her tongue might cut quick, and her attitude might be snide, but mistake not that under all of that hate-- a warm and caring core lies within.

Ilya is on her way to the capital by now, and I can only pray that she help herself first or nobody will."
-Yhagal, Erekon Forager Squad Commander

Slayers

Quite interested. I'll see if I can patch up a CS by tomorrow.

Mains | League of Legends

And, I'm finally done. I'll insert Leon somewhere there in the future events, but, for now, he'll just be in the gardens, contemplating life.

Mains | League of Legends

Lengthy Backstory

Kindred Souls

Leon Kohlberg & Travis Underdown

---

The gravedigger and warden marched solemnly upon the cracked earth. Travis led the dyad as he breathed in the putrid scent of the Isles. However, instead of being revolted, the shy boy revelled in the smell of death and decay. But, Leon completely understood the scenario. Even he, took delight in the aroma of desolation, and it was only because they were avatars of the two denizens of the Isles. However, this was no mere sightseeing-- Leon wanted Travis to fully experience and witness the Shadow Isles. The boys had yet to know Thresh's purpose, and to discover it meant bringing an end to the uncontrolled whispers in Travis' mind. They trudged on, and on for what seemed like days upon days. As they stepped into the desecrated glade of gnarled trees and tendrils, their steps halted when a gigantic serpentine arachnid slithered out of a terrifying burrow. The horror's red eyes immediately spotted them before hissing in a sign of an immediate attack-- the monster had gone out in search for food, and, luckily, two fools had strayed to its abode.

"Travis... run." Leon whispered as he edged to the opposite side. "We can confuse it. Hurry." the older lad instructed without making any sudden movements. The arachnid had grown bigger now, its eight legs fanned out in a horrifying display of claws and spikes whilst its tail began to sway from side to side. "NOW!"Instantly, the boys ran in different directions as the monster began to get agitated as it looked from one side to the other, apparently discerning which prey proved to be the better chase. However, as the monster sensed that the gravedigger had a more stable prana, it chose to bolt after the one with an unsteady heart: Travis.He ran, and ran, and ran through the eternal darkness of the woods. He could hear his heart beating in his chest as if serving as the overture for a fatal symphony. As wicked avians flew overhead, a monstrous cacophony resounded in cackles and incoherent jeers. The hissing sound approached quickly now; it was, oh, so close now! Closer, closer, closer... The hasty trod of eight legs scampered all around Travis as his chains scraped behind him. Then, he smashed into a rock wall-- a dead end-- and toppled backward, his eyes meeting with the skies that were filled with fading, falling stars. He tried to support himself on his elbows, but a long winding tail dwarfed and coiled around his body. Travis was lifted into the air upside down as he came a few inches before the gaping mouth of the arachnid. It was over...Then, a deathly green flash burst out from the arachnid as the young lad was thrown further back.

Travis rolled around before finally standing up, and witnessing Leon swinging the ornate shovel at the monster's jaw. A green burst of light flashed once more as the arachnid was blown sidewards-- smashing through a rock formation. Leon's clothes were partially torn in different places, causing his emerald skin to glow under the eclipsed sun. His eyes glowed dimly whilst his golden hair began to shade green. Travis' eyes tore towards the monster who had now gotten back up, and charged towards the gravedigger upon a flurry of uncoordinated legs. Leon jumped up, evading the spider before before raising his shovel. The shovel shone a bright light before Leon hurled it towards the monster's head, brutally pressing its face against the soil. The force of the throw caused the shovel to rebound and lift into the air, and, without a moment's pause, a silver ghoul spawned behind Leon. The ghoul gripped the boy's arm before spinning around, and throwing Leon towards his shovel. Once the gravedigger got to his wepaon, Leon sped down with gravity, and smashed the shovel upon the monster's head once more-- a resounding echo blowing the winds away from the point of impact.

Black blood oozed from the spider's head, and dripped down Leon's shovel as the gravedigger spun around and faced Travis. "We're safe." he declared. The once still corpse suddenly twitched; the spider snapped at the gravedigger with its forceps, and Leon would have been bisected if it wasn't for the timely scythe that sliced at the monster's skull. Leon recoiled, tumbling backwards as his yellow eyes traced the scythe towards Travis who had tightly held the connecting chain.

"What delightful agony we shall inflict." Travis' voice echoed in a chorus of hoarse voices as ethereal flames began to surround him. A flowing black cloak cascaded from Travis' shoulders, forming the warden's notorious attire. Soon, the green flames veiled the boy's head as the similar visage of Thresh formed upon Travis. Then, Travis' mouth opened in a snarl as he brutally pulled on the chain, and causing the scythe to rip out from the spider. The warden dashed forward, spinning the hook-tipped chain around him in a tornado of metal. As he reached the beast, Travis brought down the scythe with the force of a stampeding cavalry, driving the pointed edge through the spider's face, and into the ground. Travis backed away as he observed the unmoving beast; and, finally, their opponent passed into the aether. The spider's body began to dissipate as only a glowing, green orb was left behind. The warden wobbled forward, extending his hand to the emerald wisp which flashed before appearing to dash towards his hand, and merge with his being.

Meanwhile, Leon found the strength to approach Travis. "Travis?" he whispered. "Are you okay?" Leon extended his hand, placing a gentle touch on the boy's shoulder. But, a burst of green illuminated from Travis' body as the boy was propelled backwards-- losing all the physique of the warden. Leon caught the boy in time, cradling his head against Leon's chest. Travis looked pale as he coughed, and shuddered against Leon. The gravedigger looked around, preparing to engage any future threats; and, when he found none, he returned his focus to the shivering lad in his arms.

"Travis...?" This scene brought vivid memories of that event, and suddenly, tears began to sting at the gravedigger's eyes. His lips quivered in distress, and there was nothing he wished for at the moment but to see the boy's scarlet eyes once more.But, his wish would be granted.Travis began to stir as his eyes opened in a crimson light. The boy quickly sat up, and began to take in large quantities of air. His chest rose considerably, and it was only after Leon patted his head did Travis calm down. "I know now..." Travis uttered. "Thresh... his purpose in the Isles..."

"What? What is Thresh's purpose, Travis?" Leon further inquired, dandelion orbs clashing against scarlet.

"Souls. He functions as the Shadow Isle's jailer-- imprisoning souls that transgress the King's rule."

"The King? He's still alive?"

"Yes... and he knows we're here."

"Damn it... We need to get away from here. We need to go back to the Oak!" Leon stood up and began to dash towards their destination. However, he heard the sounds of staggering, and realized that Travis was now too weak to walk on his own. The gravedigger went over to his comrade, and placed Travis' arm over his neck, so he could support the lad in walking.

"Just leave me, Leon..." Travis shook his head, protesting weakly in the process. "I'll be nothing more than a burden..."

Leon's eyes glanced around them, taking in the dark trees and shadows that surrounded them. Surely, Travis would be a hindrance with his state, and Leon could escape quicker without the baggage. But, as he looked at this boy-- who was just as lost as he was-- Leon could not find it in himself to leave a pure soul in this impure world. They got here together, and they were going to leave together.

"Nonsense." Leon smirked, flashing a smile at his comrade. "I'll protect you. I promise. I got you in here, and I'm not leaving without you."

Promises made in the dark served little significance as an oath, but at the moment, it was all they had to get their hopes up-- so, they can keep hoping in reaching the sole light in this eternal night.

---

A Tale of Two Brothers

Leon Kohlberg & Travis Underdown

---

They continued walking through the abyss, taking some much needed rest now and then. At this point, the duo stopped beneath a rather large sycamore, and made a fire to invigorate their weary bones. After days of getting lost, the two had finally plotted their correct path, and vowed to reach that place before the dim sun can be eclipsed once more.

"How are the whispers?" Leon mumbled without really looking at his companion.

"They've lessened greatly. I can think well, but... there's still this voice that..." Travis whimpered as he gripped his shirt tighter. "... it's telling me to kill you, Leon."

"Probably Thresh... or the King." Leon chuckled. "Don't worry. They'll be gone soon."

"N-no... t-they're still there. I-I'm telling you! I'm dangerous to you! You should leave me here!" Travis tried to stand up, but the sudden clamminess of his legs caused him to fall to the ground, but was immediately caught by Leon.

"Stop whining, princess." Leon rolled his eyes before pushing down Travis. "We're going to get out of here. Everything that happened to you, has happened to me. I made a promise didn't I? I'd get you out of here."

"Thresh is taking over! Even if I discovered his purpose, he's still gnawing at my mind!" he clicked his tongue in annoyance. "What makes you think I have a choice?!"

"What makes you think you don't?" the blonde replied as he offered a smile. "I got through it. I'm damn sure you will too. Do it for your family."

At this, Travis looked dejected. "I... I'm not that close with my family. I-I mean, yeah, I mingle and talk with them, but they don't know the real me." the boy sighed. "They want me to become a doctor, a lawyer, a pilot... all of it! B-but... I only want to be--"

"--An E-Sports Athlete in League of Legends." Leon completed the sentence.

"H-how... did you know?"

"I bore the same dream as you, kid. Until everything fell apart. Also, you're one of those e-athlete types, I guess." Leon shrugged before standing up, and dusting himself. "Just remember... this is your life, not your parents'. You're not your father, you're not your mother. You're Travis Underwood, and you shouldn't be anyone else. Become what you want to be, because the only thing that defines you is your passion." The gravedigger extended his hand to Travis in a sign of helping out. The latter accepted it, and stood up on his feet as they prepared to travel once more. "You ready to go home, Travis?"

"Yeah. Let's go home."

---

Time to Go Home

Leon Kohlberg & Travis Underdown

---

The great oak stood a good hundred meters away from them, but its emerald glow felt strangely warm to the two. Lavender orbs met with red as the look of understanding sparked between the two of them. This was the last stretch of the perilous fork that they had trod; and their nightmares were about to, at least, come to an end. Travis, although regaining his strength, still limped pitifully, but Leon didn't want to insult him by underestimating his strength. Instead, the blonde lad allowed the younger boy to walk on his own two feet-- no matter how much he limped. Travis also appreciated the trusting gesture, and gladly dawdled on his own.

The two had encountered countless horrors in the woods, and although their combined strength proved to be enough-- the two of them couldn't deny that the spark of friendship and camaraderie greatly boosted their morale. They were unlikely friends who met under unlikely circumstances, but this unlikeness only made their friendship more likely to succeed. As they neared the slope of the hill, Leon allowed Travis to hobble ahead of him. The blonde strengthened his vigilance as his eyes swept over the looming shadows, ready to transform at the slightest hint of danger.

However, as the two neared the oak with no signs of danger, Leon began to be optimistic-- maybe, finally, something good was going to happen to him. Suddenly, like subtle raindrops, a chorus of voices invaded the blonde's mind. The voices now began to scream in unison as morbid promises of pain and death repeated like a mantra. Leon let out a groan as he fell to his knees, but the voices abruptly ended as he felt a piercing pain in his shoulder. His eyes snapped open, feeling the cold metal through his bones as sight the notorious scythe of Thresh only assured his fears. Leon tumbled backwards with the warden's pull as Travis became alerted to his friend's distress.

"LEON!" Travis shouted as he limped hastily before falling on his own two feet, unable to do anything but watch on as the blonde ally was being pulled towards the cackling Thresh at the bottom of the hill. Of all the times for his knees to buckle, this would be the worst time. The crimson-eyed lad cursed his own incompetence whilst forcing himself up.

Meanwhile, Leon snapped out of his trance. He propelled himself forward with a spectral blast as Thresh's chains were sundered. With a growl, tendrils of shadows enveloped Leon as his visage began to mimic that of the gravedigger. His hands gripped the shovel tightly before waving it in a circular motion, causing a putrid blast to erupt in front of Thresh-- knocking the warden backward. Leon followed pursuit in a flash, bringing down his weapon unto Thresh's torso which resulted in another bright, flash of light that further propelled Thresh into the abyss. The two ghouls rushed at the warden, keeping him occupied as Leon bolted for the tree. "Go, Travis! I'll catch up!"

Nodding fervently, Travis once more hobbled towards the oak whilst Leon darted like mad. The light was so close now! Finally, Travis touched the oak as a glowing rift appeared in front of him. At this point, Travis prepared to launch himself over the leyline, but the bloodcurling scream of Leon made his head twist in the opposite direction. The boy witnessed how a leeching wall of malefic energies was conjured out of nowhere as Leon passed through it, shrieking in pain as his soul was literally being violated. The Deathsinger had joined the scrap, and his undead visage appeared from the other end of the hill with Thresh following closely behind.

"A dirge for all who remain." Karthus roared as the ominous ghostly pillar of light appeared on top of the two. "You will shine brightly, my children."

The rational part of Travis told him to jump into the rift, avoid a potential Requiem, and save his hide. But, at what cost? Losing a friend? Losing the only person who saw him because of who he really was? At this point, even rationality was insanity.

Just... one more time.

Immediately, Travis' appearance changed as flowing black cloaks and ghostly chains decorated his figure. His hook pierced onward as it struck the Deathsinger, nullifying his fatal sorcery. He knew what to do! Travis tossed his lantern to Leon, who had now began crawling towards the soullight aegis. And, just a little more, his fingers would now collide with the lantern's ridges, but a brutal mace slammed down on the object, breaking it into pieces.

Mordekaiser had arrived. "Not even Death will keep you from me, gravedigger." the master of metal's bass voice sent shivers down Leon's spine. Mordekaiser lifted his mace as he prepared to bring it down for the finale.

However, Travis pulled himself to Karthus, knocking Mordekaiser away from Leon in the process. He immediately swung his chains, flaying the three opponents back.

"Travis?! What the fuck are you doing?! You should have escaped!" Leon screamed as his strength returned.

"No! Get to the portal! I'll hold them off! Just keep it open!" Travis replied before noticing that the three Shadow Isles denizens had began their charge. With the whispers in his head telling him what to do, Travis pounded his fist on the earth as terrifying spectral walls formed around him. The triple threat stopped in their tracks, bound by the walls deathly promise. At this point, Travis had now began to approach Leon as the rift now opened widely. But, Thresh broke through the Box as the entire structure now weakened, allowing Karthus and Mordekaiser to also pass through. "GO! JUMP! Just grab me!" Travis waved to Leon.

"YOU BETTER MAKE IT, DAMN IT!" Leon jumped through the portal, and before he could be sucked in, he extended his right arm as Travis also leaped forward, arms outstretched. Closer, closer, closer... then, finally, their hands linked as Leon began to pull Travis towards the portal.

But, a scythe pierced through Travis' chest as the boy's eyes opened in horror. "Leon..."

"T-Travis...?" Leon whispered, his entire being now being warped back into Darkwell. His hand continued to grip Travis', feeling his fingers begin to slip. "TRAVIS!"

"I... I'm sorry..." the boy weakly smiled, the chain pulling him back into the realm of no return. "K-keep... training others... okay?" Leon desperately held on to Travis' index finger as unspoken tears glided down their faces. "Thank you, Leon. I-It's... time for you to go home... f-f... friend." Then, the link vanished in a whirl of darkness as the only thing Leon saw and heard were the crimson eyes closing, and his voice disappearing. Leon rarely made promises, but the two greatest promises he made in his life turned out to be the ones that will never be fulfilled.

---

To Do What is Required

Leon Kohlberg & Travis Underdown

---

Leon abruptly opened his eyes, releasing horrified breaths before noticing that Travis' body had fell forward, his face kissing the earth. "Travis? Travis?!" Leon shook the boy, cradling his body nervously. Even after a good few hours of shaking and incomprehensible mumblings, Travis never responded nor even opened his eyes. "N-no..."

He's gone, Leon. His soul is bound to the Isles... forever. But, his mind is still conscious, but soulless. Well, really, imagine living without a soul. You know you're alive, but you are not living at all. You'll just lay there for all eternity until your physical body dies. You know what to do, Leon. Spare his body the pain of being soulless. End his suffering.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck... fuck..." Leon cursed, grabbing his hair and pulling it until sharp pains struck. "FUCK!" he screamed as tears flowed freely. Over, and over again... over and over again... "I'm sorry... Sarah... Travis..."

You must do what you must, Leon

The shovel appeared in his hand as Leon set Travis' corpse on the garden floor. Although they spent days in the Shadow Isles, it was merely noon in Darkwell-- signifying a difference in time between the two worlds. Leon placed the shovel's sharp edge against Travis' throat as he uttered incoherent litanies and odes that fell on deaf ears. He shouldn't have been involved... he shouldn't have been involved. He could have been spared of this de ja vu if he just kept his nose out of these matters.

But, to do so would have been denying the dangers of these mutations. Travis had left him a mission, and to abandon it now would be to spit upon the graves of Sarah and the lad. He would continue his mission now-- for him, for them, and for everyone harmed by things darker than them.

As crimson liquid splashed upon the bay leaves, cypresses, and hawthorns, another chapter of Leon's life began. When Travis was buried beneath the oak tree, the boy's abrupt finale gave birth to the overture of Leon's mission, and the crescendo of the grand scheme of things that will unfold in the future. Even if Travis lost his life today, his sacrifice gave birth to the seeds that will lead to a garden tomorrow.

Mains | League of Legends

Hi, just wanna slip in a little update. I'm about 70% done with the large post concerning Leon and Travis :D Feel free to continue on the fight.

Mains | League of Legends

@TheWinchester4 Looks like it. Would hamper Leon's probability to go to the mansion, but I'll try to patch things up.

@Gingerboi123 Sorry to see you go. I've already had a lot of written drafts of how the duo could have interacted, but I can't force you to stay if you have truly lost interest.

See you on the flipside.

Mains | League of Legends

As he trudged along the plains of despair, Leon knew that their physical bodies were left unguarded back at the Orchid Road. Hopefully, whoever finds them meditating would just shrug it off as two boys relaxing, and go on their merry way. But, there were more important things to consider, and that was to find out whether the experiment was a success. Slowly, Leon weaved through the mazes of gnarled trees in search of the Warden. His lamp illuminated the tendrils of shadows, revealing monstrous creatures that merely ignored him. Decaying hounds and festering avians were common sights alongside the bones of the ones unlucky enough to have stumbled into the Isles. This entire world was left in a lot of doubt, and even Leon did not know the full capacity of existing in this realm. If they died here, would they be able to return? If they died back in Darkwell, will this be their final resting ground? A plethora of questions whose answers only led to more questions.

Leon figured that their powers were limited in the Isles as compared to earth because he could only summon one ghoul at a time. This may be a fruit of his own lack of strength, but it was all Leon knew for now. Now, the lad sunk into the heart of the thick decaying forest of the Shadow Isles. There were signs of death and pestilence wherever Leon looked, and shadows could be traced as far as his eyes could see. What if he was just chasing ghosts? What if Travis never reached the Isles? Would Leon need to scour this entire mental realm to find him?

However, before his mind could ask more questions, he heard the dragging of chains behind him. Instantly, Leon spun around, shovel stretched, and pose rigid. Lo and behold, Thresh stood before him. However, the warden appeared blurry and translucent; the flaming head shimmered softly with an emerald hue. Then, Thresh spun around as he began walking towards another direction-- into the darker side of the woods.

"Should... I follow him?" Leon debated internally as he continued to watch the warden's fading visage. With the shadows closing in, Leon decided to bet blind as he rushed after Thresh, and continued to trail the warden's spectre. As they pierced through the abyss of the woods, the monstrosities Leon saw back in the lighter side could not even compare to the horrors he saw now: titanic, eight-headed arachnids with human faces sewed on its skin crawled slowly past them; titanic millipedes and serpents slithered all around them. These were just three of the army of nightmares that Leon had witnessed for he had closed his eyes as he saw more and more fiends. Soon, the lad could now hear the soft waves of an ocean. When he looked up, Thresh had vanished, but he felt a strange tug towards a certain direction. Leon scoured the sands in search of his comrade, and after a good few hours, he finally saw the visage of the familiar lad.

"Travis!" Leon called out as he reached him. Travis had now held the warden's scythe and lantern; and this sight gave Leon an eerie feeling down his spine. "My theory worked. Our bodies are back in Darkwell, but our consciousness is here in the Isles." the lad turned to face the ghostly ocean which flashed, ominous green lights periodically. Heck, gigantic sea monsters made an appearance from afar. "Well, welcome to the Isles. I found my purpose here when I journeyed all around the place. My spawn location is always beneath the giant oak tree on the other side of that forest. I'd guess that this beach will be where you will appear whenever you meditate into the Isles."

A soft, gentle breeze wafted around the two manifestations as Leon hoisted his shovel over his shoulder. "It's time for you to understand the whispers; you must understand Thresh's purpose in the Isles. I found Yorick's purpose when I wandered around here. Until you find your purpose, we will keep roaming. Time is not constant here and in Darkwell. I roamed for almost a three days back then, but when I awakened, only about eight hours passed. So, take all the time you need." Leon smiled at Travis, gesturing to the shadowy landscape of darkness and death behind them. "Explore our home, and I will follow."

@GingerBoi123

Mains | League of Legends

As he stared into the boy's eyes, disturbing visions alternating between the Shadow Isles and Darkwell kept flashing between Leon's eyes. One moment, he glanced at the silver haired lad, and another moment, he stared down at the Chain Warden with the decaying leaves falling all around them. However, the most disturbing fact would be the sight of his own arms: that of the gravedigger. It seemed as though they were meeting under the myriad of dead trees within the Isles. But, a meeting for what? Instantly, Leon shook his head, and focused back on Travis. Poor lad, he must be so confused now. "I will train you in everything I know. I cannot assure you that the whispers will stop, but I promise you that they will be suppressed. I can still hear the whispers now, but I can shut them out with pure will." He turned away, towards the Orchid Road once more. "Come."

Leon discovered this training method accidentally as he was escaping from his ghouls when his powers first surfaced. The poor boy stumbled across Orchid road, and instantly became lost in the ever waltzing flowers and leaves. The place had a sense of serenity to it, and it was here that Leon knew that the best way to counter the whispers was to divert his mind to a more relaxing space. However, with it, he also discovered a horrifying process. In order for him to counter the Shadow Isles' beckoning, he had to fully tune himself to the gravedigger's world. He had to experience the Shadow Isles through meditation; Leon certainly wasn't sure how these powers worked, but when he meditated, he was able to see a visage of the Shadow Isles. Whether the experience mimicked that of an astral projection or not, Leon knew that the best way to beat your enemy is to know them well first. And, Leon was able to do so. Through his meditation, the lad had discovered that Yorick's purpose in the League was to gather an army for the Shadow Isles. His purpose entailed gathering the children of the Isles, and turning them into an unstoppable army with a general in the centre of it all.

A great deal of mental will had to be practised if one wanted to suppress the whispers. For Leon, when the voices begin to speak, he immediately thinks about something joyful, or anything just to distract his mind until the whispers vanish. It's a band-aid solution, but it was the best one he had. And, this would be the one he would teach Travis.

"There's really no secret as to how I stop the murmurs." Leon sat beneath a large oak tree, his back resting against the ancient trunk. "When I hear them, I instantly think of anything else-- just anything until the voices go away. But, at first, it isn't easy. This is because there is a lingering fear within us-- a lingering fear of the unknown."

As the gentle breeze rustled the oak's mane, the lad looked up at the dancing rays of light that had pierced through the gaps between the myriad of leaves. "This was the place that I first 'meditated' into the Shadow Isles. This was the first time I realized what the whispers really meant, and how I understood that Yorick's mission is to raise an army for the King and Queen of the Isles. When I knew what they wanted of me, avoiding their whispers became easier because I now know what to avoid. That is why I avoided friends and connections-- I'm wary of fulfilling Yorick's mission if I ever have them. But, you're an exception. You're already from the Shadow Isles, so I guess this doesn't apply." A slight smirk grew on Leon's lips before he combed his fingers through his jet-black hair, sweeping away the leaves that had tangled in his locks. "If you're really the manifestation of the Chain Warden, then, you might also have this fear of the unknown. How do you avoid something that you do not even know yourself? That's why, your first training is to 'meditate' into the Isles. I'm not sure whether there's some connection or something, but this is the first time I'll be meditating there with someone else."

Leo straightened his posture before crossing his legs, and placing his hands on top of his lap with fingers splayed. "My theory is that this meditation thing might be like a virtual reality-- like, we project our consciousness into another plane of existence; in this case, the Shadow Isles is that plane. Well, no pain, no gain. It's a test to see whether we'll see each other on the other side. Remember, I would look similar to Yorick."

A deep breath entered Leon's nose before it all rushed out of his mouth. He began to breathe deeply as his entire body relaxed into the soothing and cooling atmosphere of the garden. "Breathe deep. Relax your body. Empty your mind of anything, and wait for the whispers to echo once more." Leon instructed, his eyes closed to the world. "Once the voices appear, sink into it. By this time, your body must be under sleep paralysis, and you can't move no matter what the voices tell you to do. Just listen, and melt into the voices' commands until everything fades, and you arrive into the Isles." Then, his eyes opened and took one last glance at Travis. "I'm going ahead." Leon nodded before the lavender orbs vanished into darkness once more.

Get to your task, gravedigger! Make our numbers endless!
Are you lonely, Yorick?
Bring out your dead! Bring out your dead!
Slay them, gravedigger! Make them serve us!
Unleash us, Yorick! Call our brothers from the bowels of the earth!
Slay, and be slain!
All their life has led to this moment, gravedigger!
Make them regret ever being born!
Escort them to our side, Yorick!
Their lives torment our brothers, gravedigger! Liberate them from the shackles of life!

A rushing sound filled Leon's ears as the putrid scent of the Isles greeted him once more. Leon's eyes opened as he saw that the same oak tree had been withered to a gnarled husk of life. The skies were eclipsed with the Shadow Isles' ominous harrowing mists that invaded Bilgewater once. The only source of light was the gravedigger's lantern which was attached to the end of the shovel on the ground. The earth glowed a deathly green as the bones of the fallen littered as far as eyes could fathom. The shovel had laid in front of him, and when he grasped the tool, a burst of power flowed through the lad. "I sure wish this works. Now, where could Travis be?"

@GingerBoi123

Mains | League of Legends

Understood. I shall write a post that will be quite lengthy since it will cover everything that Leon has come to know about his own powers (which is not much, really), and how he can train the neophyte in the same way that he did.

Also, if you ever find yourself in a bind when writing, I suggest you go back to the murderous whispers in Travis' head. Imagine how the eighteen year-old lad would feel-- would he argue with the Warden within? What does the warden whisper? What does the Warden tell him about Leon, and the idea of the fellow Shadow Isles personas manifesting in Darkwell? Pretty much, in this time of peace and neutrality, dealing with Travis' internal conflicts will be the best way for you to avoid a writer's block. If you noticed, the majority of what I post for Leon are tidbits of his past-- Sarah (the blue-eyed maiden), his ghouls, and his turmoil between staying passive, and getting involved. Also, internal conflicts are good methods (for me, personally) to develop a character significantly. Try to develop a deeper connection with Leon and the other characters. Strike up a archetype that no one else has.

Like Leon, the lecherous scumbag that he is.

Who knows? As what DFA posited, Leon and Travis may become the villains with enough character development. Or, they could be heroes. That could also work.