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  • Thanky-Panky man - nah, I'm taking a break from the RP'ing for now, handing over the maintainership of Kaelicious to some new fresh blood ^^
    Yuup, what's your weight and height, I could assume petite
    Not much worth mentioning, just a lot of exams!!
    How bout u? :3
    Unfair? Don't think so. ;P

    "Banker unjustly face"? Who's unfair now, my dear Heinvers? XP

    Yes, I'd be benefiting from you, that's my job, remember? ;D
    Fair deal, one picture via skype for your work. AND you even get cookies! ;3
    Really? I owe you? Can't remember that. XP

    Okay, a deal: You make me both the loading screens and the campaign previews and I consider sending you a picture of mine. ;P
    I'm fine and you? I often log in but I work in silence since almost the whole team of PoME has disappeared ^^"... The project progress slowly ut i'm still alive! Do you work on some projects at the moment?
    I've mainly been working on the thread that I might post in the future. Do you know how hard it is to create an acceptable logo and signature without any art skills? xD

    Hail photoshop features.
    PASSIVE - Crimson Sands
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    Amonrath is sustained by powerful magicks. If his health goes below 20%, those magicks weaken significantly, causing Amonrath to transform. Upon transforming, Amonrath's bonus armor and magic resistance (-5 - 8 - 11%) is reduced, while his Attack Damage, Ability Power and movespeed(+9 - 11 - 13%) are increased.
    This transformation lasts 10 seconds.

    COOLDOWN - 60
    [While transformed, Amonrath becomes a dessicated husk, his golden armor transformed to a purplish black, with red glowing eyes.]
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    Q - Scarab Form
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    Amonrath focuses his will, calling upon the Aspect of Longevity, increasing his armor and magic resist by 10/13/15/17/20%, and his health by 100/125/150/200/250 while in Scarab Form.

    Chitinous Bulwark - While in Scarab Form, Amonrath can strengthen his resolve, rooting himself for 1 second. For the next 3 seconds, Amonrath takes 5/7/10/13/15% less damage, and taunts all nearby enemies.

    COOLDOWN - 5(21)
    COST - 25(130)
    RANGE - 225
    [While in Scarab Form, Amonrath gains a Scarab Shell cloak, aswell as round armor along his arms and legs, with a pincer-laden helm.]
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    W Cobra Form
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    Amonrath channels his contempt for the living, calling upon the Aspect of Condemnation, gaining 20/30/40/50/60 movement speed and 9/13/17/21/30 Ability Power, while his armor and magic resistance is reduced by 3/4/5/6/7% as he remains in Cobra Form.

    Serpent Strike - While in Cobra form, Amonrath can fire a poisonous orb forward, dealing 50/80/110/140/170(40% AP) magic damage to the first enemy struck, and exploding in a poisonous cloud that deals a further 30/50/80/100/120(25% AP) magic damage over 3 seconds.

    COOLDOWN - 5(17)
    COST - 25(90/90/100/110/120)
    RANGE - 600
    [While in Cobra Form, Amonrath's armor transforms, cloaking Amonrath with a golden, three-tailed snake, with a cobra helmet]
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    E Crocodile Form
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    Amonrath channels ancient power, calling upon the Aspect of Wrath, gaining 90/120/150/180/210(+5% bonus item HP) and 10/13/17/20/25(+10% bonus AD) while in this form.

    Death Roll - While in Crocodile Form, Amonrath can lunge forward, dealing 40/60/90/110/130(+50% AD) physical damage to caught enemy champions and knocking them back. If an enemy champion is struck head-on by Death Roll, they are forced back with Amonrath, taking upto 90/150/240/300/360(+55% AD).

    COOLDOWN - 5(14)
    COST - 25(60/65/70/75/80)
    RANGE - (500)
    [Death Roll deals continuous damage, striking enemy units a maximum of three times. The knockback prevents anyone not hit head-on from taking secondary damage.][Amonrath's armor transforms, adding a Crocodile head ornament, aswell as long claws and a tail]
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    R - Chimaera Form
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    Amonrath is consumed by unparalleled rage, transforming into the mighty Chimaera. While in Chimaera form, Amonrath cannot use his other forms, but can access their abilities and fly over units. During the Chimaera transformation, Amonrath's abilities are warped.

    Chitinous Bulwark - Causes Amonrath to lash out, dealing (100% AD) damage to all taunted enemies. Can critically strike.
    Serpent Strike - Scales off of Magic Resistance (10/20/35% Bonus MR)
    Death Roll - All enemies struck by Death Roll are pushed back, but take only two hits. Scales off of Armor (10/20/35% Bonus Armor)

    Devastation - While in Chimaera Form, Amonrath ascends high into the sky, before slamming back into the ground, causing rock shards to erupt from the land, dealing 125/175/225(+33% Bonus AD) (+25% Bonus AP) physical damage and knocking enemies up and away. Upon use, Amonrath is forced out of Chimaera Form.

    COOLDOWN - 120
    COST - 125(100)
    RANGE - (200)(300)(400)
    [Devastation causes three rings of rock shards to burst forth from the ground, dealing 20% less damage than the last.]
    [While in Chimaera Form, Amonrath gains a Lion's head helm, eagle wings and legs, aswell large, clawed gauntlets, and a large purple gem over his chest]
    Well, here you go then.
    Health 550-1708 (+72.4)
    Health rgn. 6.5-16.7 (+0.6)
    Mana 270-727 (+26.9)
    Mana rgn. 6.5-21.8 (+0.9
    Range 125
    Attack dmg. 58-117
    Attack spd. 0.72(+0%-38.3%)
    Armor 23.3-77.7 (+3.2)
    Magic res. 32.1-53.4
    Mov. speed 340
    Tread carefully, little mage. We may speak for now, but know this. I am no golem. I am not here to obey you, or your spell. Concentrate, mage, while I tell you that which you wish to hear.

    My life was one of servitude, of pain and thankless duty. I was bound to my master, as was he to our lord, and he to our Gods. Near the end of my life, I had nearly forgotten the decades of slavery and abuse I had endured. But this soon changed.

    Something shifted within the sands. Our greatest seers fortold a legend, shown to them by the stars above. In this legend, a child, at the start of his life, would break free of his shackles, and become a true Champion of our people. Destined to slay kings and conquer land for his people, the boy would be taken under the wings of our most skilled warriors, and taught by our greatest scholars. Our lord addressed us, speaking down from his palace. He told us of the legend, and that his wise advisors would look among us for the boy of legend. I, of course, considered this nothing short of meaningless drivel, and made my way back home, to serve my master, as a slave should. However, I was confronted by the wisemen.

    Our lord addressed us, speaking down from his palace. He told us of the legend, and that his wise advisors would look among us for the boy of legend. I, of course, considered this nothing short of meaningless drivel, and made my way back home, to serve my master, as a slave should. However, I was confronted by the wisemen.

    They told me, of all people, that I was the child of legend. Me, a frail, worn, aging slave. We spoke briefly, as I, in my surprise, tried to explain to them that I was many years too old to be a child, but they did not care. I was whisked away to our Lord's temple, where I would spend the rest of my days, learning the intricacies of war and combat.

    It was not long before my Lord took interest in me. He told me constantly that I would bring glory to our people. That we would not be forgotten. His interest was strange, but his hope was infectious. I trained until I could train no more, when my hair was white, and bones grew weak. For years, I was under the watchful care of the wisemen, who did not seem to age.

    Laying upon my deathbed, I begged them to explain to me what was happening. Why I had not been conquering for my people, and why my ageless wardens remained strong as I grew frail and pathetic. They told me everything. I would be an icon for our people. An undying warlord, driven to conquer and destroy.

    It was as if my strength had returned in full. My rage consumed me, as I lashed out at the wisemen. Rising from my bed, I struck them down, finding that my caretakers were long dead. In anger, I ravaged the vile liches. From their chests, I tore shining, evil gems, and tossed them to the ground, watching as they faded away.

    It was not long, however, until I was taken away. Dragged to the temple, I fought with what little strength I had left, though it accomplished little. The Lord's personal guard forced me into an ornate coffin, as the Lord approached. We spoke briefly, as he expressed his grief, as he could not join me in undeath. Closing his eyes, his face betraying his anguish, as he plunged a jagged blade into my chest.

    For more time than I can know, I have been caged in that tomb. I miss my life, even though I was still a slave. I miss my freedom, though I spent my time held prisoner in the temple. I miss my Lord, though he condemned me to an eternity of pain and regret. But now I have a purpose. I have heard of your League, where kings, princes, lords and masters battle for glory. Finally, my time has come, and I can fulfill the prophecy.

    "Whenever I wish I hadn't gained my power, I remember one thing. I would have encountered that mummy before I'd reached any treasure" ~Shilas
    Well anyway, on a lighter note, have you seen my latest little discussion with Mythic? About a new champion concept with a familiar name :p
    What the fuck.

    How could someone hear about that and still not understand why I say that islam needs to be annihilated.
    Hey now, I have a heart. It just froze over and shattered, so I prefer to use it as a deadly weapon instead.

    That sucks about the exams, but good luck on them! I just realized that I really like this background you have on your profile.
    Watch out, they're going to start pinching your cheeks and say goochy, goochy, goo. Who's a good little boy? Heinvers is, oh yes he is.

    It's going well. Did you test the uploaded version?
    No comments on my theory? I would have expected you to charge at the opportunity.
    Like I give a shit what he has to say. Muslims are savage monsters that belong in the dark ages, not in the modern age, with actual people.
    I'm making this doll where you put this needles and stuff and I am naming it Hein-chan.
    I tried giving the eyes a firey glow, but it didn't move as firey as I wanted it to. I'll give it another try when I need a break from working on my contest map, but the deadline is sooo very soon now.
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