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I thought I was looking forward to Kata's rework - then I remembered the terrors of every other big class update, and how they're ALWAYS op for a couple patches, and now I'm scared I'll never play Kata for a while.

It also got extended until Sept. 30th, so hang tight?

Do you own Riot Kayle? You only get the mystery skin if you own Riot Kayle - otherwise you, unsurprisingly, get Riot Kayle.

3.14/10 kappa

HELLO, IT IS SHIRI! EVERY TIME A MAJOR BATTLE OCCURS, OR ONE BETWEEN 3+ PEOPLE, I'LL BE DRAWING UP A HANDY MAP OUTLINING THE BASIC STRUCTURE OF THE AREA ALONG WITH CONDITIONS. THIS IS TO HELP MAKE THINGS MUCH MORE CLEAR. AS FOR THE BATTLE SYSTEM, I'M GIVING YOU GUYS THE WHEEL. YOU'RE BEING TRUSTED TO NOT GODMOD AND SUCH. REMEMBER: YOU ARE NOVICES WITH LUMEN. YOU CANNOT SPAM IT WHENEVER YOU DAMN WELL PLEASE. YOU ARE NOVICES AT BATTLING PROFESSIONALLY. YOU DO NOT KNOW EVERY TECHNIQUE AND HOW TO COUNTER ANYTHING THROWN AT YOU. YOU ARE GOING TO DO GREAT THINGS, BUT WITH HUMBLE BEGINNINGS. WITH THAT SAID, GO BEAT EACH OTHER UP also if you dare to mock my amazing drawing skills, you will be removed from this plane of existence for even THINKING about hurting my feelings. for shame.

Tempus Nodding once, Tempus took one last look at the battlefield. Everyone seemed to be in position. Raising his sword up to the sky, where it shined brilliantly, his voice boomed throughout the clearing. "Let the battle begin!" He swiped his sword down, stopping it a second before hitting the ground, and then clicked his fingers behind his back. Time itself changed around him, and while everyone else was moving half as fast, Tempus moved just a little bit faster than normal - not noticeable whilst walking, at least. But to those who knew nothing about Tempus' Lumen, it would probably appear as if he had just teleported from the middle of the field to the side of it, next to the spectators - which he winked at. Then, turning around and keeping his sword in his hand, he began to watch the fight unfold.

Run it through me first, but apart from that, yes. No problem! No objections here.

Tempus "Perfect!" The man exclaimed. Walking forwards, a saber dropping down from a lining in his shirt that he easily let slip down with a practiced shake - grabbing it perfectly at the hilt. It was an ornate blade made of stainless steel, with a black and gold hand guard. Holding the blade downwards, single edge pointing towards him, he began to step towards the center of the battlefield. Once he was in the center, he looked around, nodding at the six combatants. "In position, please." He commanded, a light breeze picking up. The field had no specialties - dry dirt to stand on, no trees in the designated area and nothing to hide behind. In truth, they'd have liked to engage in single one versus one matches - yet they simply had no time. They just had to make do.

Tempus "The fight is over after five minutes, or when only one person is left standing. I myself will call off the match. No lethal force or serious injuries, and we WILL intervene should we deem it necessary. This is to get an idea of your skills; not to kill each other. The fight is in this clearing - no further." Tempus explained, when the woman - Baixue, he believed - stepped forward and asked him about the war in Auster. "How do you not know? Monsters are swarming from an unknown cause; enemy continents scrambling for the Auster resources. It's a catastrophe." Walking forwards, he surveyed the area - as clean as it had been when they had cleared it this morning. Nodding in appreciation, he allowed the contestants to step forward - and it looked like there was only four, maybe five. "Come now. Combat is a necessary skill, and was clearly outlined in the course when you were signed up. Did nobody go through this with you?" Tempus mused, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Are you scared? There is nothing to be afraid of. The unknown is always a factor; as is fear. You'll never know what's going to happen or what that monster about to claw you is truly capable of. You can only adapt. Always adapt."

Sylva Sylva blinked as the... male approached her, yelling loudly and getting closer. Growling in frustration, she watched the bottle spin and land in the bag. Extending her hand, her eyes flashed a glittering purple before the bottle shattered into pieces. Grabbing one of the shattered shards, she inspected it - before letting it go and allowing the bottle to reform. Certain she had gotten the man's full attention now, she turned. Tapping her ornate wooden staff - where had that came from? - on the ground once, twice, the sharp blue gem embedded in it began to glow faintly. It was purely for show, the glow - the only real purpose the gem held was... for combat, to put it lightly. "I am sure you are all wondering what you are doing here today." She spoke clearly, enunciating every syllable clearly, every t and with a tone like that of glass. "You are gathered here today to train. You are at this camp so that you may train your prowess with your weapons; for your Lumen to be given the time and atmosphere it needs to flourish and grow. "You are not here for silly games. You are not here to fool around, and to slack off. You are here to train so that you may help save this world from extinction. If that is not suitable for you, please leave; because we do not have time. Time itself is limited. Time itself is working against us. We have a lot of ground to cover, and thus, we need your full cooperation. The day is still young, and we have things to do even today. Myself, Tempus and Locus," She gestured respectively towards the middle aged man on her left, and then the impatiently twitching man on her right, "have agreed that it is suitable for you all to... undergo some training and evaluation on your first day here, so that we may better formulate a plan to assist you in becoming the best Lightgivers you can. If you will, please follow me." With that, the suddenly far more intimidating woman turned around and waved over her shoulder - walking into the group of trees. The beginnings of a forest. As she walked, she spoke; not needing to look around to know everyone was following and listening. "Your accommodation has already been sorted, and you all have been sorted into pairs. What you do in your spare time is none of our business, but know that if you step outside the boundaries - of which, you will soon become acquainted with - not even we can help you at that point. Pray you'll stay alive. In the meantime..." The group came to a large clearing. "Your examination will be here." With that, Sylva stepped back, and the middle aged male stepped forwards; dressed in a dark blue vest atop a white shirt, with black jeans. "Hello. My name is Tempus. The woman speaking to you just there was named Sylva, and the last of us is called Locus." The man spoke slowly; and with a sense of assurance in his words that didn't seem too pushy. "We... understand this has been a very strange experience, and this is a lot to take in. However, we do have a lot to get through to even have a chance of ensuring none of you die in Auster. You all will be divided into teams tomorrow morning; the team you are in will be affected by how you fare in this examination. For example, we don't want any one team to be far superior to another. These teams will be banded together; working together in all of your activities and staying in the same dorms. With that said, leave that to us. What you must be prepared for is a battle meant to mimic the chaos of war. All eighteen of you will engage in simple combat; three battles with six participants each. Are there any volunteers?"

Sylva Nodding at the new arrivals, Sylva stepped forwards. Clearing her throat, she adjusted her glasses, then linked her hands behind her back. "Attention, please!" Sylva yelled, voice roaring out with surprising strength. EDIT: i hit space and that sent this too soon LOL

Sylva The small, lithe woman adjusted her jet black glasses with a single finger whilst looking up at the blue sky. To a casual observer, it would simply appear as if a young girl was watching the clouds pass. However, the woman was waiting; something she had gotten quite used to in the past years. Out of the corner of her eye, a middle aged male rested gently on the grass, watching with her. No matter how much Sylva got used to waiting - which had been a laborious and long task, - her companion Locus never seemed to. Even now, he impatiently jumped around, dashing all over the place at a pace that was hard to keep up with. Waiting. Something they'd done a lot of recently. Yet every time, she found herself counting the frills of the long, elegant skirt she wore. Found herself readjusting her pastel pink blouse, pushing up her glasses. There was a calm serenity in the air, that made her feel at peace, yet the gap in her stomach made her skip two beats every time she looked up to the sky and thought she saw the beginnings of a plane. Yes - a plane. Assigned to a government training mission, Sylva and her companions - Tempus and Locus - had to help train eighteen students coming from all walks of life, congregating in the countryside, where dorms, utilities and other essentials were all set up to provide maximum comfort for them. It was for the war in the south. The disaster in the south. The south required help, yet ordinary soldiers and a handful of Lightgivers could only do so much. The government requested more, and they simply had to fulfill. For humanity's betterment, for humanity's sake. Naturally, when the three were done, they would accompany their fellow Lightgivers and assist in the war effort, until called back again to train another new batch. It was a lather, rinse, repeat routine for them and yet everytime Sylva found herself praying that this batch would be the last. That maybe they could make a difference. Then, as if the heavens above and the Gods had returned to Vaelia to grant her wish, a plane came into view. Sylva herself had never occupied her time with planes - yet Tempus, who had more than a passing interest, raised his eyes upon seeing it whilst standing up to better greet the new arrivals. Locus finally stood still for more than a second, his white hair bouncing to a stop, resting in random patterns atop his head. The two males stood parallel to each other, just behind Sylva, who stood forward; ignoring the increasing winds as the plane descended. Finally it stopped on the ground, and the hatch opened; they were here. ((No real IC rules as of now - just remember the rules outlined in the OOC post. I'll wait for a few responses from you guys, then continue - waiting for all eighteen sounds like hell for all of us.))

Accepted! Accepted! Accepted! Accepted! If I accepted someone twice, oops. I'm tired EDIT: As I am a total tryhard, there is now a Lightgivers channel on Showdown! It's... just called Lightgivers. I'll be posting periodic updates there, live help with everything and communicating with you guys a lot more there. Please check it out; there's a poll on there right now, actually.

You made it - you just need to finish the profile and fix up your Lumen (go more in depth, give it some drawbacks and conditions, et.c.)

Don't worry - that wasn't aimed at you, it was for Stratos. Your Lumen is fine - you have less control overall from what I can tell, so it evens out.

All accepted. If there's any I missed or that hasn't been added, please message me on Showdown.

Sign ups are now closed! Not as in everyone's ready; as in we have enough people who have applied or WILL apply to start this roleplay off neatly and any more will mess with the plot, and make this a lot harder than it needs to be. Eighteen people is incredible, so thank you all so much for your support and interest in this!

I think this Lumen is a bit... too powerful. Not even Sylva's Lumen could really stand up to this; and at the end of the day, you are just a beginner lore wise. I'm inclined to ask you to revise it? For this to even be remotely balanced in the context of the roleplay, it'd have to be severely limited (and I'm talking like... once per fight levels of limited).

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I do think your Lumen is too similar to Hassar's. However! If you can find some way to put a unique spin on it, you can still retain that theme of flora control. Maybe making certain plants has different effects, or you can do something with them. Rame's and Damon's are like this - both revolve around this theme of fire (in your case, flora control) but have a unique spin on it. Johann also had a take on the fire theme, but three felt... way too overkill. First come, first served and 2 at most. I was... very sleepy? I had just woke up. I dunno.

Yasuo has never been so useless.

Yeah, I just don't want it to be a case of 'fire is never an issue if you got your friendly pal Rame' and such. Apart from that, it's perfect!