your voice for Qiyana sounds so much like Azula from The Last Airbender!

@InkRose

5 жыл бұрын

Thank you!! It's really fun doing that voice

A lot of people are saying she's spoiled, arrogant etc. But what royal isn't? I personally think she would make a good ruler if she was given the chance and taught to be more well rounded. She has a fascination with ruling, but despite not having the rightful succession to the thrown, she DID technically earn it through power. That act wasn't respected and she was essentially insulted into feeling it necessary to prove herself through the only means she can, her natural talent for magic/battle. So instead of her parents embracing and nurturing the strongest of their children to rule, they are essentially creating its worst enemy. Ixtal will eventually be found out, and when it does it WILL need a strong ruler to protect it, just as any other nation has. I feel like eventually they will be found out and invaded, after which she will swoop in and kill the invaders/remaining of her family and take the throne. Not the most humble of ways to do things, and she may be cray cray, but I think for the future, Ixtal will definitely need her. Great job narrating the story, your voice is amazing to listen to and you did very good voice acting for the others.

This is Narrated and Voiced wonderfully. The only thing I'd say is that I'm fairly sure Ixtal is pronounced Ishtal

I adore Qiyana, especially after she got a village destroyed just for power. The most interesting leaders in LoL have been ruthless and willing or have done insane things. Sylus has started a revolution and killed many Nobles. Swain has released monsters unto Noxus and champions them as Heroes. Azir during the peak of Shurima's influence and power was struck down alongside his kingdom when he fulfilled a promise to his friend. And now Qiyana will overpower any who stand in her way with deceit and raw ability. I only look forward to her place in the lore.

Wow your voice sounds like Qiyana's and Azula from Avatar!

this is perfectly explained and normally lores bore me, but i loved this. thank you:)

She's spoiled, arrogant, and probably psycopathic, you did a wonderful job narrating Ink.

@kayn2613

4 жыл бұрын

well im in love with her

@sorad8031

4 жыл бұрын

Kayn The Shadow Reaper yo same

@michaelevershade5624

4 жыл бұрын

All the qualities i look for in a woman

@do2xg6

3 жыл бұрын

but i still love and main her XD

She's like deanerys but even better/worse

Sometimes i like to come back and just listen to this. This is like a good bed time story everytime. Btw i really like your voice its so soothing.

Love how you told this story

*"If one is to rule one must first have Pride but yet also with Courage to seek and hone their Power if they find it... so too the question of the Wisdom to use it."* nice backstory.

Pride goeth before the fall, Qiyana. You know who else tried to reach for a star? Icarus.

I loved it

The plan was to get qiyana humbled but instead her sister got crippled

one the one hand, she's arrogant. On the other, she's absolutely right. Qiyana is the only one who can save Ixtal and everyone is so fixated on keeping tradition that they won't give her the chance. That village and her sister were going to die if she wasn't there, and all they did was push her away. Arrogant or not, what do you expect? She shouldn't have condemned them to die, but they shouldn't have accepted death over acknowledging reality and trying to do their best with it either. Besides, from the sound of things, she doesn't want power so much as recognition, because by the laws she was never supposed to get any.

I hope your channel gets big like necrit

@InkRose

4 жыл бұрын

Avatar Yasuo thanks so much!

Beautiful

"The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth"

Great her name sounds exactly like mines.

That voice

amazing

Just discovered your channel wonderful reading voice will be watching more

@mudshrooze

4 жыл бұрын

I have to say I'm very glad that riot is slowly showing more than one body type for women. Very slowly. But I still find so many of their personalities practically the same. Not all but many. I want to like this character but she is so mean. so I like her for her looks and lore and gameplay but as a character...shes so over the top toxic. Haha

she's future taliyah close friend for sure

had to rewatch dude qiyana is win

qiyana queen of league

Your voice fits qiyana

Ikstal? Ixtal - "Ish thal " lmfao

I mean yall fail to understand tht qiyana really isnt bad... the fact is that everyone else has to choose an element or two at most to truly master but they all "literally" choose her... that's a huge difference... can you imagine if she truly fought with anger? Then the elements them selves would be brutal lol she strong asf and she knows it thts why she seems scary to those who arent

@shivur5073

4 ай бұрын

That's the scarey part. She KNOWS she's powerful but is only using that power to prove herself as a ruler. She could easily use that power for pure evil

1st! Awesome

thiccest champion

Can you please do Pyke then teeth, here is the text> Mazier is sprawled on the rotten planks, waves lapping at stone underneath. Her slowing heartbeat pumps blood into the seawater. She stares, unblinking, at the shanty-dwellings above, and the stars beyond. Pyke studies her face once more. Mazier’s dead eyes stab at his mind. A jaulling vessel. Four-master with tattered sails. Waves the size of mountains. Long hair in high-sea wind. Dozens of faces on deck. Watching. Blue eyes. Mazier’s blue eyes, wide in disbelief. Then, teeth. Not Mazier’s pearly whites. Gunky, sword-sized teeth. Criss-crossed the boat. Losing light. Closing. In the jaull’s mouth. Lifeline slack. Cut. The tongue was too slick. Eyes stung with sweat. Fingers finding no purchase. Get to open water. Swim, swim... The jaull’s teeth clamped shut. Then pain. Then darkness. Ship was gone. So were the eyes. Mazier’s eyes. An able-bodied sailor. Aye. She was there. She cut my line. Pyke nudges the body with his boot, gazing downward all the while. He nudges her until she reaches the edge of the dock. One more kick, and Mazier is floating. The sharks are quick to feast. Circling. Snapping. The ocean never wastes time. Gulls shriek, their warbled cries caught on the wind, as Pyke finds Mazier, abled-bodied sailor, on the list. Red ink strikes her name from the parchment. The last name on the Terror’s crew manifest. That’s it. No more names, just a lot of red crosses. Where did I get all that ink...? A feeling gnaws at Pyke. Restless, unsettled, unsatisfied. The churning lurch of bile in his belly. He can’t be done. There were too many of them there, on the decks. Maybe he got the wrong manifest. Maybe it doesn’t even matter. They let me die. So many hands. So many times. Another sound. Not gulls. Not waves. Not teeth closing. Not the voice in the back of his mind screaming out “You’re not done!” over and over and over. Not the music he remembers from the swimming city, all those years ago. It’s a new sound. A real sound. A here-and-now sound. Pyke looks with his living eye, and sees wooden stairs sagging under heavy bootfalls. A thickset man, walking down toward the moored, bobbing vessels. He stops when he sees all the blood. His hand disappears into his jacket, pulling a flintlock, keeping the barrel of the gun close to his chest. Ready to aim and fire. Like a bloody idiot. Pyke steps into the moonlight. The man looks like he’s seen a ghost. The skin around his mouth clams up tighter than a dock banker’s coin-purse. His eyes go wide and quivery, like jellyfish, like calm water catching a breeze. “Who’s that?” he yells. Come find out. The flintlock is aimed at Pyke’s head. Then comes the flash and the bang. The shot is true, but it splinters wood because Pyke is no longer where he was. He’s in the mist. He falls apart, into salt and drops of water-a fine man to a fine mist. He heard they call him a phantasm. They’re half right. The heavyset man reloads. Sweat beads his wrinkled brow. In those precious few seconds, Pyke is all around him, in the in between, somewhere behind the air itself, studying him. Those fearful eyes, crap-brown. His beard wild and white. Sagging jowls, crooked nose, cracked lips, the way his earlobes are cauliflowered from countless dirty tavern fights. Looks like a captain. The man reeks of sweet, prickly fear. Good old boot-quaking terror. Smells like a captain. Pyke needs to be sure. He takes form-he was always a big man, now with the baleful, glowing eye that the sea gifted him, he feels larger still. Tell me your name, he rumbles. The man didn’t expect anyone to appear behind him. Nobody expects that. Maybe they do in fantasies or nightmares or the stories they tell in bars. But in reality, everyone just craps their pants and falls flat on their face, and this heavyset captain is no rule-breaker on that count. He trips on his own stupid boots, and rolls down the stairs like a sack of tinned victuals. Pyke takes each step slowly. A Noxian galleon is moored at the dock. Trader ship, or traitor ship? Is there a difference? He guesses not. You got ‘til I get to the bottom of these steps to tell me what I want to know. The man wheezes, his wind knocked clear into someone else’s sails. Gasping. A fish on land. Chubby hands reaching out. I remember you... Step. White-knuckle grip on the deck rail... Step. The man tries to stand, but his knee bends the wrong way. Step. You were watching. Step. A wharf-rat scurries close. Dinner time soon. You were smiling. Sputter. Tears coming now. “P-please… I don’t know what you’re talking about...” Step. Name. Now. “Beke! Beke Nidd!” Pyke pauses to consult the manifest, one step from the bottom. All the red marks. All the crossed out names. There. Beke Nidd. Midshipman. Uncrossed. Clear as day. Must have had the paper folded wrong. Beke Nidd. Yeah, I remember you. You were there. “I’ve never seen you before! It’s my first night in Bilge-” People can’t lie with a hookman’s barber lodged in their cheek. They can’t beg or trade facts they don’t have. Fine tool, the barber-blade. Made of tempered sharkbone. Keener than steel. Sticks in real good, snagging on bone and flesh. Struggling only hooks it deeper, as Beke is learning. His eyes are really afraid now. Those eyes stab at Pyke’s mind. The memory rises like a tide, and he opens up to let the waters come crashing through, drowning out Beke’s gurgled pleas. A jaulling vessel. Four-master with tattered sails. Waves the size of mountains. Ragged beard in high-sea wind. Dozens of faces on deck. Watching. Crap-brown eyes. Beke Nidd’s crap-brown eyes, wide in disbelief. Then, teeth.

Yea you kinda sound like qiyana lets go

Who thinks her sister should be put in the game

@chandleresque9058

3 жыл бұрын

I’ve been thinking about this for months

Keanu is her eldest brother

I pity whoever thinks they can put the moves on her.

Please read more lol lore!

i would like but i wont ruin the 420 so ill just leave this comment

Eventually, a sheer being of death and destruction will be summoned to stop her if she continues her rampage: Let her lament his name. Aatrox

7th

There is a reason why she is not fit and it be her blind selfish desires, and will put herself first. She has no humility, a very bad trait not to have. I thought Draven was attention crazed. "Draven, that mustache is best suited for her" lol