The new lore tidbits we got from the Rek'Sai creative spotlight were fantastic. But I want to know what happens afterwards :(.
So let's have some fun. I want to hear your stories on what happens in the next chapters for Aelon & Merina. Or either one.
"I am returning your rock, which is probably Void-contaminated given where you picked it up. Please stop writing me. Seriously, we had one date."
sry man that sux
u should get vengence on her
(or that other dude idk)
i can help
just jump on spear, k
i carry, promise
why arent u taking spear? just click
nm, ill do it for you
(Screams of "HELP ME! HELP ME!" and "AAAAAAAAAAARGGHHH!!!")
u have acepted my dark pact
wards pls
Given the relevance of the Cosmic Horror Genre to the Void, and given that the supplied Lore bears a marked resemblance to "At the Mountains of Madness," I'd say that it ends up something like your typical Lovecraft tale.
Aelon and a scant few don't so much escape as survive, which is more than can be said for virtually everyone else on the expedition. Oh, they do make it out alive, but the horror will haunt them to their dying days.
But that day is yet to pass. Upon returning, destitute, to Noxus, Aelon is refused Merina's hand. Upon being asked of his expedition, Aelon and the surviving members compile their horrifying account as a desperate warning against any further exploration. They are thought mad, and in truth they are no longer entirely sane from their ordeal, and so as the relevant academia scoff at their warning, they are committed to a mental asylum in either Noxus or Zaun.
There, Aelon spends the rest of his days in the asylum, alone apart from his caretakers and the occasional visit from Merina, but as their lives drift further apart, the visits become too painful for either to bear, and thus trickle to a stop. The ultimate realization of Merina's absence completely unhinges Aelon, and he commits suicide shortly after it's made apparent that he'll never see Merina again.
Aelon goes to Ionia to try and find peace but ends up having to deal with Ao shin having a temper tantrum
what aelon saw in his story was actually teemo but the shurimans called it rek'sai to troll him;
This is continuing along with the story:
We ran, hoping never to encounter this beast again. We were fools. The earth shook beneath us, a screech eminating through our ears. A surge of fear overcame me and i froze, falling flat against the ground, seeing our remaining horses run off in sheer terror. The earth trembled beneath their feet, and from the ground erupted that monster, that has slaughtered so many. I wished not to watch, but it was to late. The horses erupted into rivers of blood, as they were torn to shreds by the monster. I see the face of Merina, and i decide to run while the beast took down the last of the horses. I run, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I have no idea where any of the others are, but i know I must survive. I make it to the edge of the territory, and i look around. How could i have been such a fool? To lead all those people into a slaughter. I begin to feel light headed, and as I begin to pass out, i hear a voice, female, and see the whisk of air passing over my head, as a projectile flies over it. I hear a voice, a man. I barley make out his words before i completley black out. "What should we do with him Sivir?"
Two months later i arrive back in Noxus, greeted by my everloving wife.
They itemized and are ready to do a 1v5. They will probably get banned for saying "GG ez" after killing her though
Who the hell is Aelon and where did u get this info about him?
I was called to this thread. Also Noxus politics mean that they'll probably be killed ala Romeo and Juliet.
Still I liked this story.
Not sure about Merina. Given that she's Noxian however, I imagine that concerns about 'love' are secondary to concerns about 'power'. He may have fallen in love with her and promised her the world, but if he couldn't pony up the display of power by capturing a Xer'sai, well, then he clearly wasn't nearly as worthy. To love someone who is weak, to love someone who failed? Forget it. The stone is likely kept as a curiosity, for a bit of sentiment - but only a bit.
Aelon I imagine always grappling for some form of peace. His requests for relocation far away from Shurima are met by his superiors with mockery and laughter, because fear is unbecoming of a Noxian. If he's not executed for his blabbering madness and weakness, I doubt very much he's able to stay in Noxus, to be honest.
Decided to try something in continuing the story. I guess a warning if you're squeamish about the mention of blood or anything, though I didn't think it was too bad ^^
It was the scream I heard first, the volatile, wrenching cry of bestial savagery tearing from the throat of a grotesque banshee foretelling of condemnation, and beneath my trembling feet that were trying so hard to remain upright, the ground quaked in violent array of oncoming bereavement; and oh death, how she came on such swift, striking wings. It was within mere moments that before us, thickened dirt and sifting sands parted out in a gaping, voltaic darkness, and from it, rose a horror I couldn't even begin to describe as it loomed above us in the immense, colossal stature, and with widened eyes, I watched as it swept across us like a bloodied plague. It was then, I knew the tales were every bit as sincere as they had been woven to be, a tapestry of truth swathed in oil and dread. It was as if the earth had opened up and I was being swallowed whole by it, being dragged down into a void of a graven catacomb while the beast reigned freely above me, and I had yet to realize that I was already curled up into the seeking comfort of a muddled ball as I helplessly watched all that transpired around me. I ignored the warning cries to turn and look away, but it was far too late for that as I laid there, as I played inert spectator to the appalling perception as everything crumbled down around me in the red, bloodied fervor of entombing ruins.
People I had known along this journey, some I didn't know as fondly as others, were tossed and thrown like rag dolls before they ended up in the serrated, slathering jaws of the xer'sai, heard the gurgling of their last words wrenching from their throats as the monster crushed them beneath her gnashing fangs flitting like razors, and it's something, I don't even think I'll ever be able to forget. Around me, she rampaged in endless tantrum, slaughtering, feasting for what seemed liked hours, and I had gone numb to the sight of seeing all those she devoured strewn across my stilled body, emotionally shutting down into a deadened coma until I felt as if I could not will back what made me human. No, for all I could think as she moved from person to person, any that stood in her way, was the grim anger of why it couldn't be me, and then, a strange, sickening sense of relief that it wasn't among those she picked out. Yet, I knew it wasn't with purposeful intent, only that of instinct as I observed her in this gore laden cage, as I peered out through the viscera that covered me in a warm, soothing blanket at what had given to me the knowledge of the horrors that Shurima could unleash. We had been far too naive, and I was the biggest fool of them all to think we were prepared for anything that came our way. Gods, why did I not listen?
This one is still alive...
Words, a hushed, saccharine whisper of venomous glee were hissed near the entirety of my ear, slithering, sibilant as a coiling serpent, and barely, I was able to open my stained eyes to merely behold muddled silhouettes, ghosts without faces as they lingered near me, laughing as they settled down close to get a better look at me.
A miracle she did not slay him along with the rest. She's staring to get sloppy or perhaps, she was already too gorged on the flesh she had already consumed to bother with the likes of him.
A man's gruffened voice replied before it was then followed by a snort, one of blatant disgust.
Or he just laid here and cowered so she couldn't sense him. Look! Not a scratch on him!
It was then I felt the roughened touch upon me, bruising to the point I weakly cried out as I was lifted up slightly before I was merely cast back down upon the ground like filth.
Let's put him out of his misery and be done with this trash. We're burning daylight as it is.
I awaited it then, the finality of sweetened release they were offering for me as I heard the man slip something from his pocket as it hushed against its leather sheath, a blade surely enough as my blurred sight settled on his raised grasp, and I smiled, welcoming the end to the madness. Yet, it was the abruptness of shadow and clutching flesh that appeared into my view, and a strange, dulcet voice rose in quieted plea.
*"Stop this! Just because this man is still alive at the expense of his own cowardice does not mean we should dirty our hands with his blood! We should be playing our hand more cautiously, and even you know this. Besides, he could be of use to us...." *
The man uttered an inaudible swear before it was followed by a restless string of angry words, all I could not make out, and seeming to be a language all their own. They argued for a while, back and forth in this strange articulation before I felt the sudden grip of a hand upon my chest, and I was once more being tugged up, blurred eyes staring absentmindedly into a face I could not see.
"Please..."
I choked out as I tried once more to seek out the end, but it was drowned in the sneering laughter of the man.
You don't deserve to be rid of your suffering."
There was a violent light as everything within me erupted into pain, into an agony I had never known, and as I screamed aloud, I felt the blackness creeping up on me, felt it taking hold of me in a suffocating clutch, and in moments, I was once more unconscious.
So in this little tale, Aelon was taken hostage by perhaps some unknown Shurima band and sold into slavery, and somehow, he got around to sending Merina his final story so he could let her know what happened.
The story seemed quite complete to me. Merina is going to marry that other guy, Aelon is staying in Shurima, probably joining a border guard and getting killed by demacians/yordles/jungle monsters far far away from Rek'Sais territory. If it isn't the former, he'll die realising that just because something looks cute, small and fuzzy doesn't mean it can't be just as bad as Rek'Sai herself. (You did go through all the pages and scrolled down the last one right?)
I do really think there should be returning meaningful characters in the lore that aren't champions. Aelon was built up neatly. (I also think Riot shouldn't have retconned and replaced playable characters but that's off-topic.)
NO ONE SHALL SEE DIS ....wait....wrong copypaste ._.
meme's and games is a subforum here? wtf ??? (✿◡‿◡)
I would write an epic story involving them, unfortunately I know very little about them so I can't.
You can read my champion concept's lore to see the kind of story I would have written.
