Miscellaneous Thread

ATTENTION: If you have clicked on this thread then dang it, as I attempted to make a thread under the radar in the past so that I could use the forums file to write a story or two as I don't have Microsoft Word. Please refrain from causing this to be deleted, though there is nothing I could do and I am risking banning by going against the Riot forums police...again. If a Rioteer happens upon this and deletes it, I hope you are reading this ATTENTION. PLEASE add the ability to center, underline, etc. for convenience. When I am not going against the directive of the Overlords I very much would have liked a center, tab indent, and an underline option. Also, this is the miscellaneous section, this should be legal and in accordance to the rules if this is here.

                                                     The Lore of the League (Name Pending)
                                                                  Prologue
                                                           Where It All Began

       Greetings, I am High Military Overseer Aaron. The orb you hold contains information that you once knew and it is vital that you share this with no one, as this knowledge will not result in only your death, but in mine and anyone you share this with as well. 

        As you have not deactivated the orb, I trust that you agree to these terms and will guard these secrets. We shall start with the Rune Wars, which all of Runeterra has forgotten. In truth, these dark happenings only happened 500 years ago. In a time where Noxus and Demacia were fledgling kingdoms, when the Shadow Isles had not yet been cursed with undeath, when Icathia was the city and our seat of power in this world. These were the times of Balance, though there was anything but balance in that time.
     
        The High Summoners, our leaders and the ones to bring magic into Runeterra, had trained many of us by this time and used us to do their work for them. We who were trained directly by the High Summoners spread throughout Valoran to teach you, the people of this continent, how to use and control this new and mysterious power, but my men and I were not aware that we did not teach the same things. Where we sought to let them control the power and become leaders, five of the Fifteen High Summoners sought to control this world as gods. Their agents went out and granted power in exchange for allegiance to these Summoners. The first to become entranced were Shurima and Freljord. When the Ten discovered the treachery of the five, they were cast out of their ranks; believing that this alone would ensure that none would follow the five which, I'm afraid, resulted in only a larger following. We went to Demacia and Noxus to train them to battle against the five, but a two front war in which the enemy is augmented with an unholy amount of magic would not favor our new allies. 

From Icathia, the main Summoner Military marched on Shurima while we ordered the two young kingdoms to merely hold against the northern foes and keep their ice from coming south. When we arrived in Shurima under the moon's light and the command of High Overseer Mer, we were set upon by half-man half-animal "Ascendant Forces". Their ferocity was that of beasts and was matched only by their bloodlust. This is the beginning of the Eternal Conflict, the beginning of magical warfare, and the beginning of the end.

"Overseer Mer, Overseer Mer!" she didn't hear him, blast. Captain Aaron scanned the battlefield and saw only chaos. The push to the main temple was slow, and his men were dropping faster than an Ascendant Scarab could eat a man from the insides. Gritting his teeth he pressed forward to the High Overseer,"Mer, We need to activate the Nexi! Mer!" Mer froze, then turned to him, allowing her honor guard to take her place fighting as she walked towards him. "Captain, what is the status of the assault?" "Ma'am," Aaron said, saluting,"The assault is slow and at this rate we won't have the men to take the temple. We need to reactivate the Nexi to Allow revival". Mer scowled, "Damn it all, we all were given only have a single blue Soul Stone each." The Soul Stone was the means by which a fallen one could be revived. It broke after the soul contained in it was returned to life. Aaron looked away, "We don't have a choice. Either we revive them one last time or we retreat." Mer looked at him. "Ma'am" Aaron added, belatedly. She considered for a moment then cursed as she used the long distance crystal communicator. "Engineer Mallot! Activate the Nexi and bring the men back for one final battle." At the outskirts of Shurima, a blue beam of light shot up into the sky. The sound of shattering sounded throughout the city as the souls contained broke free to rush to the light. The communicator sounded, "The men will teleport to your position in two minutes, place your standard so they can spawn on you." She grunted, as she reached her hand out, allowing her gauntlets to materialize a crystal capped standard into her hand. She thrust it deeply into the earth, causing the gem to flash brightly and frequently. "Let's hope that these men won't have to die again. Press forward, men! Reinforcements are coming!" Though the men cheered, the High Overseer and Captain Aaron silently went back to killing Ascendants.

The doors to the temple burst open. Captain Aaron led fifteen men, bellowing at the top of his lungs as he cut down the first hawk headed priest with ease. There were seven priests in the temple, each now summoning figures of sand to defend them. Aaron's men cut down two more, before the priests had summoned enough soldiers and began to command them. Aaron parried the first spear and his follow through sliced the spearman in two, reverting the figure to sand again. Though there were twenty-five sand soldiers, the priests were no warriors and depended only on overwhelm and overpower as a strategy. The storm of sand and blood continued for a long while, too long, as Aaron and his Summoners cut down guardian after guardian, kicking at any sand that attempted to materialize into another foe to disrupt the process. By the time Aaron cut down the last priest, his squad was now only six men, Soul Stones already broken. "Secure the area and be sure that no other enemies await us." His voice reverberated throughout the chamber. They nodded and spread out, heels clicking on the stones, as Aaron turned his head to the door, looking out at the carnage and listening to the sounds of metal, flesh, and stone. As he was watching, the High Overseer stepped into the room. "You did good, Aaron." "Thank you, Ma'am." Mer sighed. "Well, let's get on with this then. The Ten sent word that instead of destroy the Ascension Disc, we can actually use it." Aaron frowned, "Pardon, Ma'am, but I thought that the Ascension Disc turned any man into a mindless beast that seeks only to kill." "Normally that is what would happen, yes. However, the Ten say that we can alter the Disc by adding an inscription provided by our Engineers. Now we can grant the power, without the corrupting influence of Quattuor." Aaron didn't know how to respond. On one hand, they could keep the blasted thing as a tool against their opponents. On the other, they could destroy it and be done with it. "Aaron," Mer said, "I know that those things have killed many of our brothers and sisters, but is it a dishonor to their memories if we take it to fight the enemy we died to reach or if we destroy it and continue to fall?" Aaron looked at her eyes, beautiful green eyes, and nodded. "Let's do it then. Summoners!" He barked,"Form up!" "Captain Aaron, Sir!" A soldier said, saluting. "We've found a set of stairs, leading deeper into the complex. It may lead us to the Disc and Quattuor himself."

Down we went, below the sands and into the stone of the world for what seemed like an eternity until a chamber opened up. In the center was an ornate golden disc, floating just above the floor. It stood, faces both looking on pedestals for men to stand upon, allowing two ascensions at a time. Around the room were mirrors, all angled to reflect and amplify the rays of the sun onto the Ascension Disc itself. In front of the Disc was an old man, donned with golden robes of the priests and staring at the Disc, back towards them. "Quattuor" said Mer. The man said nothing. Aaron's men spread throughout the room, surrounding the once Fourth. "So, my Ascendants failed. Pity." Quattuor said. He spoke with a dry, elderly voice. He turned to Aaron and Mer and said, "You know that you can't kill me. My power is beyond you." "We will see now, won't we." Snarled Mer. "Doran Formation!" The Summoners carefully edged towards the old man. "Doran Formation," the man mused. "the perfect mix of offensive and defensive positioning, but not enough for you, I'm afraid." A golden sickle, in the style of the Serpentine Ascendants, appeared in each of his hands as he turned to sand dematerialized. "Damn," Aaron cursed, "the bastard is planning on taking us one at a time, appearing behind us. Form up! Randuin Shield formation!" They all formed up, back to back in a circle while watching various piles of sand that were about the room. "I am no fool, young Summoners." Aaron, scanned the area. Where was he speaking from? It sounded as if the voice came from everywhere in the room. "Come out, coward! You won't escape us now." Aaron glanced at Mer, whose hand had drifted to the red Soul Stone in her pouch. "Ah, so that's it. You seek to imprison me." He chuckled. One of his men screamed. Aaron turned to see that one of his men had stabbed the man. The man turned, allowing Aaron to see that the his eyes were replaced with sand. "Know," the voice was Quattuor's but it was the Summoner's mouth that moved. "that I am no mere Summoner." The man's neck snapped, body falling to the sand. Blood and sand came out of the body's eyes, forming a figure in front of it. "Activate your truesight. Your truesight, men!" screamed Aaron, as he activated his own. They seemed in shock. Unresponsive. The sand formed into Quattuor who lunged towards Mer with a speed so fast, that if he hadn't activated his truesight, he would have seen nothing.

Mer, truesight obviously activated, parried the blow, but could not riposte. She could only defend against the onslaught of attacks. Aaron ran towards his back, sword raised and- an arm with a serpentine blade came out of his back. Aaron's eyes widened as the arm came out of the Fallen Summoner and became another Quattuor who grinned at Aaron wickedly. As the two continued forward attacking both Summoners, they split again forming four more of himself. Each form fell upon the last four Summoners swinging. The song of metal clashed within the Ascension chamber, sweat falling with abandon. Aaron parried the first and second blow, dodging the third when he saw an opening. Aaron used that moment to thrust his blade into the man's heart then redirected the momentum of his thrust to rip his sword out and block a blow that...there was no blow. Broken from the spell of combat, Aaron saw the figure bleed sand and deflate. A scream echoed throughout the chamber as all of the figures deformed to sand and reconverted at the center of the room; all figures...except for the one he killed. Quattuor glared menacingly at Aaron, moving at a blurring speed towards him. Mer was there a second later, batting away the blow and ramming a red Soul Stone into an wound that Aaron didn't see: A hole where his heart should have been. The stone pulsed, like a beating heart and caused the old man to scream and thrash about. He fell onto his knees in horror and in pain then stopped moving. The room was silent. "Is- is his soul captured?" asked a nervous Summoner. Mer, breathing heavily, moved towards the body to roll it over and look at the stone. "He should be, but I don't think-" she cut off, as Quattuor slipped a knife with a green crystal pommel into her neck. "No! Mer!" Aaron screamed, but it was already too late. The black knife was in her neck and her soul was being drained into the green Soul Stone on the knife, which would destroy itself and the soul it carried once it finished collecting. Quattuor laughed madly, red Soul Stone pulsing faster and faster as the soul continued being pumped into the gem until he finally became silent.

NOTE: Add Freljord as the second part of the prologue as the rune wars involve the capture and sealing of the Five Fallen Summoners.