LRP: The Fall of Reykavi

Hey there, I'm Legacy of Xion and I've volunteered for the Lore Restoration Project to write for Kayle. It was no easy task - Riot gave me nothing, and through nothing I've had to imagine and believe. Part one is a bit fast paced and all, but I feel it is what it needs to be - the introduction to the war that tears apart Kayle's world, and the event leading up to Kayle being summoned to the League. I hope you enjoy The Fall of Reykavi, and wish to know what happens next.

Part One: The Fall of Reykvi

The curvature of the tower angled so the dawn light reflected away from the eyes of the building around it. The sun's rays were directed around, sometimes causing a sort of prismic effect. The city was beautiful, the architecture flowing around each other like waves in the sea. The skyline was truly impressive, and as figures darted around the buildings It could almost b descirbed as a metal forest, complete will falling metal leaves. Leaves that were the pieces of buildings that had been ravaged by war. The baconies of the central tower once gave an impressive view of the entire area, but now only gave view to sorrow. The warrior landed atop the highest balcony of the tower, her wings still out. She wielded her sword with a grip of iron, stepping into the dim light. Her will neve wavering, the blade came alive with golden fire, illuminating the shadows. The bodies of fallen warriors littered the tower, armor broke and swords bloodied. She heard a weak groan and stepped closer to a pile. There, at the top, lay a man. His chest destroyed by a magical blast, the armored woman knelt at his side. He reached up, and she clasped his hand. "You fought to your last breath, Rafale. Rest." The hand went slack. The woman stood again, turning to the open door. A pair of armored figures were present - the twins, Tyriel and his sister Elysia. Tyriel stood to the side to let the warrior past, while Elysia doffed her helmet, revealing her piercing green eyes matched by what could only be matching emerald hair. "Kayle." "We must go. " The Judicator brushed past the youn warrior, her wings angling for takeoff. "The dead cannot be helped. The city has fallen, and we must go." "And of Reykavi?" The Judicator turned to the twins. They were her closest confidents, despite their youth. They had not fought as many battles as Kayle herself, or as any of her other generals - or even her father. But Elysia held a heart that even Kayle found indomitable, and Tyriel's will had fallen a city wall. They were warriors that Kayle needed. But how much longer would they live? So many had perished in this unending war, the casualties mounting. The city she now flew over was controlled by Morgana's rebels, the once busy city of Hallowfall now in ruins. Behind it stood Zecora, Lunara, and Ithicar. The line was drawn farther up - Icarios was the last line of defense for Kayle's stronghold of Arrenhold. If Arrenhold was to fall, then Kayle's forces would be broken. That could not happen. "Reykavi is lost."

The battle had started at midnight. The rebels had assaulted the city from the center outwards, using the cover of night and the lack of security in the central spire to catch the forces by surprises. Street by street the warriors of Reykavi had fought the rebels with all their strength. The rows of shops were eradicated with magic and fire, the restraunts burning. The city was lost before the battle had even began, but those who lived there defended it to their last breath. Bodies had lined the streets, piled in alleyways and littering the city parks. So may were gone, so many died. They city was torn apart and plundered by the Fallen, the inhabitants fleeing, dying, or being captured. So many lost, and this was not even the worst battle of the war. No, many would argue the fall of Reykavi was one of the least in casualties, most in importance. The man that had clung to life, long enough for Kayle to grasp his hand, was the Garrison Commander. He was young, he was brash. And now he was gone. The war was on the tipping point; at first Kayle and her army had the rebels had bay. The capital long lost, they fought long and hard towards it. but Morgana's treachery had seeped into the cities surrouding Voelkerius, and now they had lost Reykavi. They were almost to Arrenhold, the stronghold where Kayle headquartered her army. If Arrenhold fell, then Circe would be left open, and the goverment would be risking destruction. The war...the war was long, and hard. Many had died, and Kayle was growing weary of their destruction. The never ending cycle was painful, the woman sighing softly to herself. The young man's face was burned into her mind.

As Kayle landed, resting on the landing balcony of the central building of Icarios, a hulk of a man lumbered up. His greatsword strapped between his massive wings, the man spoke with a gravely voice, his dark steel helmet glinting off the overhead lights. Kayle could not help but feel dwarfed in stature every time he was near her, but on the flipside the man never challanged her to a duel. She beat him soundly. She was the greatest. And rightly so. "Kayle. The Fallen have advanced against the western front. They request reinforcements within the day. The Eastern front has fallen back closer to Icarios. If they fall any closer, the city will be in danger." "Send a contigent to the western front. Tyriel, lead a unit to the Eastern front and push the lines back to the Saint's Pass. I want Icarios secured by nightfall. Elysia, go to Arrenhold. Gather what you can and meet me at the Snowfire Mountain's base." "Ma'am?" The gathered angels looked at Elysia. "Kayle. We are exhausted. Our abilites are draining us, our movements sluggish. We won't turn the tide without rest Kayle." The woman scowled, but Tyriel knew she was relenting. "Rest. Elysia, before the sun breaks the horizon you will go to Arrenhold and get as many men as can be spared. You will meet me at the base of Mt. Snowfire." Elysia frowned. "Mount...Snowfire?" Nodding, the woman turned to head to chambers prepared. Her sword stained with blood and armor still shining, the warrior left a parting comment. "We push through Icerise Pass and take Voelkerius."

Voelkerius was the capital of the continent; taken in the opening attack by the rebellion, Morgana had seated herself there. While most of the goverment had retreated to the provisional capital of Circe. What Kayle was planning was an outright assault on the captial, to retake it. Such an act would sway the war in a new direction - and bring hope to the battle-scarred world. Voelkerius had fallen almost a century ago, the immortal warriors fighting and dying to the sword, ignoring the march of time. But as Kayle stood in the main spire of Icarios, Arrenhold not an hour away, she was set. The capital retaken, Morgana would be driven back towards the rebel's rear stronghold of Orthrys. Such an attack was bold and daring, one worthy of the Judicator. Tyriel took flight and landed before Kayle, blocking her path to rest, his eyes ablaze. An audacious plan that could cause his daughter to be killed. "What does your father say of this? What does Elysia?!" he demanded. "Render to the General what is his, and render to me, what is mine."

Kayle left Tyriel to stand there in silence, chest heaving as he stared at his twin sister. Giving him a look, Elysia followed after Kayle. "Kayle..." She didn't finish. There was no need. The orders were given, and she wouldn't disobey...but there was one thing that Elysia would want before she left. One thing that Kayle wouldn't deny her.

This is an endeavor of the Lore Restoration Project: http://boards.na.leagueoflegends.com/en/c/story-art/vhNisUr8-lrp-lore-restoration-project-signup-thread-because-gd-is-being-closed