The Real Baron Nashor has Shown Up. ALTERNATE GAME MODE.
Ten minutes in. You're against a Ashe and Alistar with Nami supporting you. So far the battle has gone evenly. In your moment of pondering while last hitting suddenly Alistar catches Nami off guard and Ashe manages to freeze all of Nami's water powers. Condemning Ashe for her cold blooded sins you shoot her into a wall with a fierce bolt. Nami has recovered and starts backing away from Alistar. Firing rapidly upon Alistar you pierce his thick skin and no green shrug will do him any good. Alistar attempts to flee from justice, but your bolts pierce his thick skin with true rightenous. Ashe tries to cover Alistar with cold arrows, they slow the blood in your veins but Nami splashes them toghetter. One last bolt and you'l
ROAAAAAAWR.
In surprise, your aim is off and you miss. Looking around you wonder what in the nights name that was but you see nothing. Too loud to be Dragon, you're too far away anyway. Returning your crossbow to aim you see Alistar almost away. But with a risky flash and tumble you catch him with the power of the night. Grongratulating you with a job well done, Nami heals you and you walk back to the turret to safely return to the fountain of life.
Once back at the fountain you find Fiddlesticks coming back to life. The fountain of life rejuvenates everything they say, but the green glow in his eyes was almost gone and his movements seemed twitchy.
Asking him if he knew what the roar was, he shakily answers ''I h-have given many people fright for their life...but that thing....That Thing. We must plead to the league and all work toghetter to contain it or there will be no hope for all of runeterra.''
Sitting in silence for a minute, pondering new items to buy and the words spoken, you look up. Followed by a rumble and a similar roar to the one previous Nocturne dives into the base through his own shadows. Barely alive he begins healing, but he remains silent.
Nocturne, the eternal nightmare was always a silent one. After regaining his health and power, he speaks. ''This....thing...It is not my doing. We merely have been fighting a hand or a head all along...''
Fiddlesticks added ''No justice or night will guard us from this thing, only paranoia and our combined might.''
Looking determined, you start to walk back to your battlegrounds as Jax comes in bruised and beaten..
"I think the damn Baron just ate my finest lamppost.''
The Senior Arcane Architect for the Summoner’s Rift arena was scared. Scared was not even close to it. The scale he found had power and he knew it. Not a powerfull, but a smart man he found a way to tap into one of the streams of power flowing through it and drain it. Now the creature it belonged to was here to claim it back. The summoners, the champions, his colleagues they were demanding answers how this could have happened.
His pride, the masterpiece of the Summoner's Rift was gone now, devoured by the thing it was created from. The legend of the wyrm that squashed armies and was as big as rivers.
Why yes, he shat his pants multiple times. But despite that he figured out a way to counter the energy. The summoners rift was safe from releashing the beast upon Rune Terra. Most of his colleagues were appeased. Yet there was the problem of the troubled summoners and champions.
With the topscientists from the Dominion section he managed to fuse the power that divided that field into anti-energy against the baron. Yet so huge and heavy they were that they were almost unmovable. They would put them into the tower and hope they would work. It was the only hope they had....
