Don't Mess with the one who digs your grave...
... you may will regret it. But come closer, if you dare, and ask me a question. Who knows? Maybe I will answer it.

M!A-Status: -None-

The Gravedigger
Yorick Mori, 13th Gravedigger of the Shadow Isles
"Subject: Yorick, the Gravedigger. Initiate salutations." *waves* "How are you, Gravedigger Yorick?"
ask-an-eyeball

"I am fine, eyeballs…" Yorick slightly waved back. he could really… not relate to that kind of attitude. It was like some of Viktor’s machines in the way it talked… besides Vel’Koz didn’t babble about the "glorious evolution!"… well anyways. "How about yourself?"

ask-an-eyeball

Quoth the Raven [@purge-with-silver]

purge-with-silver:

askyorick:

Yorick nearly had expected this kind of transformation. After all a talking raven, was not really a usual sight, everything else in this world considered. However, the gravedigger couldn’t help but chuckle.

"At times, yes. Hello, Shauna, nice to see." Yorick greeted her with nearly a kind smile. He wasn’t in the mood to now suddenly go somewhere else cause of the Demacian. He was in the League anyways, she wouldn’t attack him here. It would ruin her options for killing other "evil" monsters and he knew that she knew that.

Vayne breathed in arrogance. ”You are truly wicked, Mori.” looking at the place, for some reason, shadows did not lurk by, the only being the Gravedigger with his weird-looking ghouls. Strange. Or perhaps not. ”Did the Purifier payed you a visit here in this place?” she suddenly asked.

"No, they never did. To be fair, I am actually on a good foot with the clan. Apparently I used to do their burials in ancient times… I found documents in my old home about that." Yorick turned his gaze up in the sky as if he was pondering about it. "I found some Demacian house holds in that documents as well. But well, back then many things were different. And the Mori family was a big dynasty of gravediggers."

Quoth the Raven [@purge-with-silver]

purge-with-silver:

askyorick:

Yorick raised an eyebrow as he sat down next to the Raven. “”Nevermore” Quoth the Raven” he ended his little quote. Before he gave a chuckle. “Who would have thought? An illiterate raven.” He said with a wide smile on his face.

”Hah! Guess again, impure fool.”

POOF

A small explosion happened before the Gravedigger, coming from the raven. Enlarging, a slim body fell onto the bence, crossed delicate legs setting upon. Smoothly, a set of talons collected fallen crimson shades, placing them onto the bridge of a small delicate nose. But, it was… the Night Hunter! ”Is that how you pass your time? Singing to poor animals?” the woman asked in an unnexpressed tone, her glance remaining to the horizon, not once did it turn to the Isler.

Yorick nearly had expected this kind of transformation. After all a talking raven, was not really a usual sight, everything else in this world considered. However, the gravedigger couldn’t help but chuckle.

"At times, yes. Hello, Shauna, nice to see." Yorick greeted her with nearly a kind smile. He wasn’t in the mood to now suddenly go somewhere else cause of the Demacian. He was in the League anyways, she wouldn’t attack him here. It would ruin her options for killing other "evil" monsters and he knew that she knew that.

strengthprevails:

askyorick:

"Oh really?" Yorick couldn’t help but chuckle at this comment. He could remember the exact opposite back then when the summoner left through more of his own power… to make it short, Riven among others were happy when the gravedigger had a day off.

"But yes, we are slowly making progress. But the summoners get more and more anxious about what to do… I think it might take a while till they figured out in what direction they want to push me. All the tests ended with me nearly destroying the proving grounds." 

"That’s a testament to your strength, then. It sounds more like an honor than anything." …But the same could be said for all the creatures that crawled out of the Shadow Isles, dark and sinister and worse than the cruelest of nightmares. Though Yorick had a gentler disposition than his kin, Riven had to remember that he was not one to be underestimated. (No one in the League was.)

"Yes, and the little control the summoners have over me. But it is just very annoying since that means we have to rethink from before. I mean there were some really stupid ideas… like me letting corpse gas explode… that this would turn out horrible was obvious" 

Yorick sighed, that was the first time the proving grounds nearly turned into scrabble. He had not planned on it, but with the amount of death these fields just have imbued into them, he hardly couldn’t help it. He didn’t even try to make a big explosion or anything, but the Fields were just a natural fruitful soil for his arts.

((Sorry but that art is just too great to not have it on this blog))

((Sorry but that art is just too great to not have it on this blog))

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[[ MY GRANDCHILD PLS LET ME LOVE YOU ]]
askazir

thresh-the-chain-warden:

askyorick:

thresh-the-chain-warden:

ask-sivir:

"Can’t you go preen your feathers somewhere else?"

"Your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, grandfather saved your life. Be at least a bit more grateful.”

"You forgot two "great"s" Yorick added grumpily… yes he did indeed count those.

"… great, great grandfather."

Yorick just gave a grunt of approval before he disappeared where he came from.

[[ MY GRANDCHILD PLS LET ME LOVE YOU ]]
askazir

thresh-the-chain-warden:

ask-sivir:

"Can’t you go preen your feathers somewhere else?"

"Your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, grandfather saved your life. Be at least a bit more grateful.”

"You forgot two "great"s" Yorick added grumpily… yes he did indeed count those.

Quoth the Raven [@purge-with-silver]

purge-with-silver:

askyorick:

It was a quiet day in the Institute’s garden and to be fair, it might be cause of the weather. It was rather cold and cloudy, perfect to spend the day alone outside if you weren’t bothered by this circumstances. More the opposite in his case.

He looked around and saw a raven sitting on one of the benches, and while he walked past it he couldn’t help himself and whispered quietly:

Though thy crest be shorn and shaven. Thou art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!

purge-with-silver

”What even is this blithering you’re speaking of, Gravedigger. We only speak plain english. Please speak them as well.” spoke the small Raven unamused when Yorick made his appearance. But, she supposed this was something unavoidable. Not much that she could do. 

Yorick raised an eyebrow as he sat down next to the Raven. “”Nevermore” Quoth the Raven” he ended his little quote. Before he gave a chuckle. “Who would have thought? An illiterate raven.” He said with a wide smile on his face.

Gravedigger. I'm really intrigued how you domain the power of death. Would you accept the invitation to teach me how to control the undeads?
ask-viktor-the-transhumanist

ask-viktor-the-transhumanist:

askyorick:

ask-viktor-the-transhumanist:

askyorick:

ask-viktor-the-transhumanist:

askyorick:

"Sounds like you have tried that before… Have you tried, saying "please"? It helped me a lot personally." 

ask-viktor-the-transhumanist

"Oh, I really sorry for my discourtesy. I have studied all the humans and creatures in almost all Valoran. And the undead is something I can’t learn from them.

"I’m working in a project and would be really helpful to me if you could help me teach me all your knowledge about reanimation, please?

"… I get the feeling." Yorick cleared his throat before scratching the back of his head. "You assumed, I was joking. But in all seriousness. To have some kind of control over undead people a nice "please" is the best option."

"But tell me about that project of yours, and what help do you need from me there?"

"A new world". Viktor holds his staff and a hologram appear in front of him. "A world without flaws. A perfect world where people will be perfects machines." Viktor show him a prototype of a human being. "I need the powers of undead to complete my task." He looks Yorick with his metal eyes. "What kind of reward would you like to have?

"A flawless machine? Built by whom?" Yorick chuckled as he looked at Viktor. He could not really agree with his ideas, but discussing was the least he could do about it. For him it was not logical how flawed beings like human inherently were, should built perfect machinery.

"By me using the magic of undead. You know, alll humans don’t use their full power. My goal in this is world is to make them use it. With all the research I have been collectect, I almost reach that goal." Viktor try to convence Yorick with his arguments. Maybe the people will never be agreed with his proposition. But he will never stop trying.

"But these machines are built by men. Flawed men. Doesn’t that mean that in their essence they are flawed as well? As much as I find your cause noble. I don’t think you can achieve your goal, Viktor" It was not that Yorick did not like the idea of a world with people using their full potential… it was more that he worried about those who would grow up in this world and would not seem to have as much talent as others.

ask-lady-illusion:

+ askyorick

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"Hello!"

"Greetings, Miss… sorry I don’t think I got your name."

animus-et-pacem:

"Clench your fist right before your blow lands. Otherwise, your strike loses much of its strength before it even lands. Force is meaningless without skill."

"Thanks… very insightful of you."

Gravedigger. I'm really intrigued how you domain the power of death. Would you accept the invitation to teach me how to control the undeads?
ask-viktor-the-transhumanist

ask-viktor-the-transhumanist:

askyorick:

ask-viktor-the-transhumanist:

askyorick:

"Sounds like you have tried that before… Have you tried, saying "please"? It helped me a lot personally." 

ask-viktor-the-transhumanist

"Oh, I really sorry for my discourtesy. I have studied all the humans and creatures in almost all Valoran. And the undead is something I can’t learn from them.

"I’m working in a project and would be really helpful to me if you could help me teach me all your knowledge about reanimation, please?

"… I get the feeling." Yorick cleared his throat before scratching the back of his head. "You assumed, I was joking. But in all seriousness. To have some kind of control over undead people a nice "please" is the best option."

"But tell me about that project of yours, and what help do you need from me there?"

"A new world". Viktor holds his staff and a hologram appear in front of him. "A world without flaws. A perfect world where people will be perfects machines." Viktor show him a prototype of a human being. "I need the powers of undead to complete my task." He looks Yorick with his metal eyes. "What kind of reward would you like to have?

"A flawless machine? Built by whom?" Yorick chuckled as he looked at Viktor. He could not really agree with his ideas, but discussing was the least he could do about it. For him it was not logical how flawed beings like human inherently were, should built perfect machinery.

An unexpected meeting [@origami-assassin]

origami-assassin:

askyorick:

Heavy steps drew over the sandy ground of the Shadow Isles, the gravel crunching under his heavy boots as Yorick made his way to the shore of the Isles. Today was a meeting, you could say. A meeting with and old friend. 

He saw the bone-y ship approaching from afar, parting the fog that surrounded the Isles so thickly that every other boat would have been lost within. 

He gave a slight wave and as the sand scratched against the hull. “Greetings Jezebel, nice to see you coming back home.” 

origami-assassin

Home was not what she might have called this place.  But it was as close to a home as she might have given the circumstances.  The greeting from Yorick receives a nod from her as she hops from the boney looking ship and lands a short distance in front of him.  The stench of death and decay felt less like a somber serenade and more like a welcome party than the last time..

She knew the blessings he had  given her had this effect.. It would only grow more and more akin to this the longer she stayed alive.  She was.. immortal.. in a sense which was both daunting and useful.

"It has been some time, Yorick.  Has anything new happened since last we spoke?"

"Nothing much. Everything quiet here. And for you? Did you get closer to your goal?" He asked, with a brow risen. He knew of course what her resurrection basically forced her to do if it wasn’t for her own will that caused this.

"I heard you had a nice journey with Malzahar. I was not informed what the two of you were doing, but I heard you had some form of relations… again, not sure what exactly is meant by that." 

Quoth the Raven [@purge-with-silver]

It was a quiet day in the Institute’s garden and to be fair, it might be cause of the weather. It was rather cold and cloudy, perfect to spend the day alone outside if you weren’t bothered by this circumstances. More the opposite in his case.

He looked around and saw a raven sitting on one of the benches, and while he walked past it he couldn’t help himself and whispered quietly:

Though thy crest be shorn and shaven. Thou art sure no craven. Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!

purge-with-silver

An unexpected meeting [@origami-assassin]

Heavy steps drew over the sandy ground of the Shadow Isles, the gravel crunching under his heavy boots as Yorick made his way to the shore of the Isles. Today was a meeting, you could say. A meeting with and old friend. 

He saw the bone-y ship approaching from afar, parting the fog that surrounded the Isles so thickly that every other boat would have been lost within. 

He gave a slight wave and as the sand scratched against the hull. “Greetings Jezebel, nice to see you coming back home.” 

origami-assassin