like this for a green dead gremlin in your inbox.

well, well, well, the buffs worked out.

the fact conqueror as a song makes sense for viego makes me mad because it IS a banger

@patroklides // a deal with the devil.

THE DARK, COILING MIST THAT IS CALLED TO LIFE at the last spark of magic that leaves the ancient tome is, at its best, foreboding. it flows out of the book without reserve, only stopping when the room in its entirety is carpeted by the living vapor. the voice that drawls out from the darkness comes before the figure of its owner; it isn’t mirthful but it is curious, perhaps in the same way a cat is before it strikes at prey.

“what is it that has you call for a king?”

slowly, the pale countenance of the ruined one slips out of the dark mist, green gaze piercing as the traces of his mouth curve into a smile; he seems amused & that, in itself, hardly bodes well with such a wretched creature. stepping by his side, the lean, wispy figure places a clawed, gauntleted hand upon the book the mage had been using a second ago, a melodious little hum escaping him. he scratches upon the ancient surface and the paper bleeds black at his touch. tilting his head, he looks hubert von vestra from head to toe, as if measuring if he is worth his summom. “ah, YOUR GRIEF, i can taste it. is that what brought you to these tomes? is that what calls for me?”

@heraldofzaun // ask and ye shall receive.

THIS CITY REEKS OF CHAOS. not in the same way the mist does, nor the same way his bleeding heart gives into an array of violent emotions, but in the same way a living thing pulsates & writhes, almost as if it breathes. it disgusts him, much about it, but something within this landscape calls for him. is it HER, her calling and her luminous soul? is it something else entirely? oh, surely she would not waste her time in such barren wasteland, unbefitting of her beauty.  viego de camavor does not know, then, what winds brought him to this odd land, but he will discover, for nary a thing shall escape his sight, his ever-expanding grasp as the mist rolls over runeterra, a terrifying omen in itself.

that said, what keeps him here is both curiosity and the need to assess what he must defeat to bring world to heel, so it listens to his calling. thousand years is a long time to slumber and despite his brash demeanor, he knows conquest comes with the mounting need of knowledge.

he may be monster, but he is no fool.

“—they call you the HERALD, do they not?” his voice echoes from as he takes form from the coiling magic of the mists, slipping into the workshop of one of zaun’s most notable. glowing gaze upon the machines, the undead seems to muse upon this so-called techmaturgy. he has heard of it, through the spirits he has taken—but what use does it have that magic cannot tend to? “what a funny little title for such an odd little man.”

viego is largely incorporeal until the moment he must take physical form either to slay something or hold something, such as his famed blade. during his bouts of necromancy or soul-taking, he also tends to be perfectly tangible, but until he wills himself into action, he’s largely a ghost, a creature made entirely of the mist in itself.

that said, unless he wants to engage you physically (which, granted, is largely how he fights given his swordsmanship), you can’t do much to him without proper magic.

hit that little heart for a small starter with a certain ruined king.

what if they do music collab 🤯🔥

viego will absolutely have a feh / fe3h verse just because i said so.

my man was a prince / king with a special weapon designed for his lineage, he fits in like a glove into the setting. LMAO

things i want y’all to picture regarding this asshole: he’s 100% unaware of how most modern inventions work in runeterra or earth or wherever else, since he has spent one thousand years slumbering before being brought back.

so imagine in a modern setting him staring at a cellphone like ‘what is this witchcraft????’

@drakule i hope you know your tags will have me yeeting viego at raihan whether u like it or not

  WHAT IS A WRAITH BUT the ravenous shadow of a man?

by  Song Nan Li

consider: viego being in wraith form most of the time instead of being in human form because i like the wraith form. <3

biography. dossier. verses / timeline. rules.

LOVE, IT RUINS ALL.

— the ruinous, ruined king; grief embodied, monster of his own making.

ind. roleplay blog for viego of camavor, from the league of legends franchise, as interpreted & rewritten by equinox.

nsfw content will be approached. minors & personals will be blocked on sight.