Kostik (Runeterra)'s Links
“Such resilient scales. You know better than to bother me, but how I wish you took the risk anyway. I want to see how long it takes to reach your marrow…”
“The man who never ages. Yes, that face, I remember that face. What burned you so deeply, what made that perfect skin sizzle? I wonder, I wonder…could I manage the same?”
“Oh, yes. A happening in recent years… Most would call you nothing but a monster now, but I see you as a pioneer, Kostiago. I hope that someday we can meet.”
“You bore me. I want to rid of you and take all the stock you have for myself! If you ever find yourself in the Sump, you will not be safe from me, accursed construct.”
“Pitiful creature. Try as you might to burn through me, and you will fail. You belong in the lowest level of this cesspool. Stay there.”
“My favorite ones are the nosy topsiders. The thrill of finding something that shouldn’t be found. Such discoveries should be rewarded! With death, of course. What did you expect?”
"Can't say I've got too much of an interest in going down there but I do love a good mystery... I guess it's only a matter of time before I start looking for clues."
“Prayer is wasted on this place. We are the forgotten and the hoped to be forgotten; but when my terror ends here, where will I go? The only way is up!”
"I know what bodies look like after being in the sump. It's not something that I'm itchin' to see again. I'll ask Janna for her blessings and be done with it. There are some people that even I cannot save."
“I take it that you’re not interested in having tea together anytime soon? A shame. I thought we could have a fine discussion about Zaunite culture and customs before I go dissolving your body and pulling you apart.”
"I have faced worse creatures than you, Kostik. Just know that you will not be allowed to continue existing if you dare show your face above the sump. I promise you that."
“It does not matter so much where one comes from. It does not matter how hard one works nor how far one must go, how far one has gone… Amazing feats, no doubt — the question remains the same. What will you look like as a humble little puddle?”
"Heard about some guy in the lower levels who's running around killing people just for kicks. Can't say I'm too surprised. I haven't been down there since I was a kid and after what I saw, can't say I'm really itchin' to go back. I hope someone gives him the help he needs."
“I want to sizzle your beautiful skin under my weight, nimble one. Alas, how can I do such a thing when you’re so generous? Hardly a polite thing to do. You can watch me melt the flesh off of any man you bring me. My treat.”
"Oh, I always love running into you, Kostik. Any good kills recently? I'd be willing to bring you a few people who need to "disappear," if you want. Hell, I'd love to stay and watch you work."
“You amuse me, assassin. You’re right though. I do want to watch you melt in my hands. I always hope to find you when you’re digging through the Sump.”
“Ooo, you wanna melt my bones or some shite, Kostik, boyo. Ye may be one spooky feller, but ye ain’t gettin’ that deadly acid tentacle ‘round me fine arse! I’ve thought about it though. Kinky stuff. … Sorry, what were we talkin’ about?”