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Irelia: Ionian Fervor – 12

12 Aug

Hey guys, very quick update. Ionian Fervor 12 will be coming out later today, so stay tuned!

As they arrived at the capital, she knew something about the mood was wrong. The usually peaceful city was frantic and everyone seemed wary of the people around them. She turned and looked at her two “captives”. They were cuffed and she moved to take them off. Vlad stopped her and said, “Hey! What about our plan?” Irelia cast an eye on her surroundings and said, “While I’m sure the two of you can take care of yourselves, I’d rather have you free and ready to go. I think our plan is moot given the new circumstances.”

Vlad looked concerned, but Lee Sin nodded immediately. Irelia undid his first, but when she went back to get Vlad’s, he still looked hesitant. On his other side, Soraka said, “I know you only wish for your friend to be ok, but I promise you, things haven’t been right lately. I agree with Irelia that you’re probably better off not throwing yourself at their mercy.” Vlad consented and Irelia took off his cuffs.

He laughed, somewhat nervously but said, “So, time for a new plan, or are we just going to play it by ear at this point?” Irelia said, “We will simply go in and speak the truth. If anyone tries to stop us, we get them out of our way without killing them. Is that clear?” Vlad’s smile turned wolfish and he said, “I don’t know where you’d get the idea that I would ever do something like that.” Irelia felt the blood rush to her face when he looked at her like that, but quickly regained her composure, “Let’s just say I heard the details of your prison break.”

The four of them laughed, and were obviously nervous. Despite this, they continued on, keeping a close eye on everyone as they passed by. Although everyone was talking, they used hushed voices and it made for an eerie effect in the once warm and welcoming city. They reached the base of the mountain and Irelia looked up at the Placidium. It appeared that even the normally vibrant colorful gems of the architecture had given in to the gloom settled around the place.

As they went up the steps, two guards outside stepped in the way. “Captain, we can’t let you pass without those two restrained.” Irelia gave them a withering stare and said, “If you’re not out of my way momentarily, I’m going to show you how I got the name Will of the Blades.” On cue, her magical weapons floated off their perch on her shoulders and began to whirl around her. The guards looked nervous but stood their ground. “I’m sorry Captain, but I have strict orders from the Duchess herse-“ Before he could finish his words Irelia had knocked them both out with the flat side of her blades.

She turned and saw Vlad looked impressed. “This way please,” she gestured forward and Soraka took the lead. They went through the tunnel quickly, but met no opposition from anyone. They hastily made their way to Karma’s chambers and were surprised to see no guards. Irelia pushed the door open and saw that the room was black. Alarmed, she began to back away, but it was too late. A large contingent of guards appeared and trapped them where they were.

Karma glided gracefully out of the door and said, “Well done Irelia, Soraka. Thank you for bringing the traitors here to me.” Lee Sin’s face remained impassive, but Vlad shot her an angry look that made her feel awful. Thinking quickly, Irelia made a snap decision and said, “It was very easy, Duchess. They seemed to think we were gullible enough to believe their innocence and would bring them here to help. I had hoped you would be ready for it, and you’ve proved me right. Guards, take them away and make sure they are held under tight surveillance.

Irelia tried to catch Vlad’s eye and give him a look, but he seemed to be avoiding her gaze at all costs. Frustrated, she turned back to Karma and smiled. “Well, I’ve done what you asked. What are your plans for them now?” Karma returned her smile, but as she did, it made Irelia shiver. “I have the perfect plan for them. Soraka?” The Starchild turned to her and respectfully waited for instructions.

“Please go get the Noxian’s friend. You’ll find her down the hall. I believe it’s time to wake her up.” Irelia knew this should’ve been good news, but for some reason the bottom of her stomach seemed to drop out. “What shall we do with the prisoner, Duchess?” She turned and a sinister look fell across her face. “The man clearly cares more about this woman than anyone else.” Irelia felt a stab of hatred but kept it stifled. “So I say we use that. We can use her and her pain to compel him to tell us whatever we need.”

She made sure she let nothing show on her face, but at that moment, she knew Karma had fallen irredeemably. She would have to kill this once wise-ruler turned dictator.

Still not my favorite, but I think it’ll do. I’m still not on my normal schedule, but I definitely didn’t dislike this one as soon as I was done :). Have a good one summoners.

-Tale Master

Irelia: Ionian Fervor – 9

8 Aug

It had been a week since Irelia’s small band had defeated the Zaunite forces. She had sent a messenger back to Karma, trying to find out what the newest plan was, but to no avail. She waited five days, more than the time needed, but heard nothing back. Malthrir had seemed to be past the imminent danger, so Irelia let Master Yi take over again and declare everything back to normal. On the fifth day, she bid Master Yi farewell and headed back to the capital.

The journey took her two days, and during that time she had much to think on. She wanted to know why Zaun had sent such a small invasion force. Why was Karma not taking this seriously? What had happened to her in recent weeks that had caused this? She was curious as to what had happened to Vladimir, the charismatic stranger from Noxus. She hoped Soraka would have some news when she returned.

The traveling was uneventful, and Irelia arrived in Ionia precisely when she meant to. As she traveled through the city, headed towards the Placidium, she noticed the people were acting strangely. As she passed by a shop, she asked a customer coming out, “Why does everyone seem so one edge?” The Ionian gave her a strange look and said, “You haven’t heard? Zaun has attacked our southern shores and grievously injured Master Wukong. Even now he sits in the Placidium, where the Starchild attempts to revive him.”

Irelia thanked her and hurried on her way. Well, at least one question was answered. Zaun invaded the north because they were invading the entire country. This, coming so soon after the Noxian invasion, would be difficult to counter. They had not had time to rebuild their strength, and under Karma’s leadership, they weren’t likely to anyway.

When she reached the Placidium, she burst inside and went straight to Karma’s chambers. There were two sentries posted outside the doors, something Irelia had never seen before. As she moved to step inside, the sentries both crossed their spears and said, “No entry right now. Orders from the Duchess.” Irelia gave them a withering stare and said, “If you don’t move now, I will go in by force. I do not wish to hurt you.”

The guards looked at each other and moved their spears. Irelia did enjoy having a reputation sometimes. She thanked them and entered the inner sanctum. Soraka was kneeling before Wukong’s prone body, and Karma stood off to the side, observing.  The Duchess turned quickly, and upon seeing Irelia, wore a look of disapproval. Irelia was shocked to see this once wise and caring woman so callous.

“Irelia, leave us. The Starchild needs to concentrate.” Soraka stood up and turned towards them. She looked surprised to see Irelia but merely stated, “I’ve done all I can. It’s up to Wukong now.” Karma pursed her lips and didn’t say anything. Soraka smiled at Irelia, trying to infuse her with confidence. Irelia looked at the Duchess and said, “Reporting from Malthrir, we met with a Zaunite invasion force. We held them off and pushed them back, but I think we need to go into a full defensive. This is obviously a full scale invasion.”

Karma smirked and said, “No, we are handling things just fine. If the Monkey King over there had been smarter, we would have lost no ground against the Zaunites. We are withstanding their invasion just fine.” Irelia was concerned and started, “Ma’am, please. If I may speak bluntly-“ but Karma cut her off. “No, you may not. I have new orders for you and I expect you to follow them. There was a break from the prison west of here. It was that man from Noxus and a Shojin monk who showed seditious tendencies that escaped. I want you to bring them back.”

Irelia was incensed. “You mean in the middle of an invasion on our shores, you want me to worry about two escaped convicts?” She could barely keep the disdain out her tone and Karma’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “That is exactly what I want you to worry about. If there’s a problem with that, please, let me know.” Irelia took the hint and merely said, “Yes ma’am. I would request that Soraka come with me. If they’re as dangerous as you hint, I may need the healer with me.”

Karma considered for a moment before saying, “That is fine. Oh, and when you meet the Noxian, tell him that if he resists, his friend dies.” Irelia was aghast that Karma could be this cold and uncaring, but said nothing. At that moment, a page burst into the chambers. Karma looked angry and was about to tell him off when the page shouted, “Freljord has fallen, Freljord has fallen!” He stopped a moment to gather his breath, then went on.

“Reports are that infighting between Queen Ashe and another tribe leader Sejuani caused their fall, and Noxus stepped in to help negotiate a truce. They refused and started an all-out civil war that led to the destruction of the territory.” For a moment a look of pleasure crossed Karma’s face and Irelia could not fathom why this was good news. “This doesn’t sound good Duchess. I’ve met Ashe before she was queen, and she always had a fairly level head. I don’t see why she would fight until her people fell.”

Karma said, “Thank you Irelia. Your opinion has been noted. Please carry out your orders.” Irelia begrudgingly bowed to the Duchess and left. Behind her, Soraka gave the unstable leader a severe look before bowing as well. She followed Irelia out of the building. They didn’t say anything until they had successfully left the Placidium behind.

Quietly, Irelia said, “What on Runeterra is wrong with her?” Soraka, keeping her voice hushed, replied, “It’s been getting worse lately. She appears power hungry and was disappearing for long hours a few months ago. It has stopped lately, but her attitude has obviously taken a turn for the worse.” Irelia looked grim. “Well… regardless, we have some escaped convicts to catch. I would make a guess that they headed west from the prison, and I think we both know what lies in that direction.”

Soraka shook her head and said, “Yes, I pray they have not already run afoul of the Kinkou.”

This is easily the most fun I’ve had writing yet (and I had a lot of fun writing the Crimson Elite Series). Hopefully this is enough to both sate some of your thirst for knowledge, while teasing you to want even more! I hope no one has managed to figure everything out yet, but I welcome all guesses.

By the way, am I the only one who thinks Kinkou sounds like a dumb name? I haven’t had a problem with anything else from the lore, but I kinda wish there was a better name for that one. Oh well. Have a good one summoners.

-Tale Master

Irelia: Ionian Fervor – 6

5 Aug

Irelia arrived at the city of Malthrir in the late afternoon. The weather was much cooler in the north of Ionia, but Irelia felt extremely comfortable. As she made her way into town she began to feel a familiar sense of dread kicking in. It was the exact same way she had felt walking into the city of Ionia several days ago. On high alert, she held her blades out in front of her, ready to attack. As she wandered on the outskirts of the city, her unease grew the longer she went without seeing someone.

As she debated her options, she decided to go with a reckless choice. She called out, “This is Irelia, Will of the Blades, Captain of the Guard of the Ionian defense forces. If there are any Ionians here, show yourselves!” She only had to wait a moment before a door opened about a hundred yards in front of her. She jogged over, blade at the ready, hoping she wasn’t walking in to a trap. A strange face peeked out of the doorway and said, “Welcome to Malthrir.”

Though Irelia had heard of the Wuju Bladesman, Master Yi, she had not met him personally. He had been assigned to the northern forces during the Noxian invasion, and Irelia made a name for herself fending off the southern invaders. She knew in theory about his odd goggles he wore, but it was another thing entirely to see them for herself. There were seven green, glowing eyes to them, and he looked more like an insect than a warrior. She tried to mask her surprise and quickly said, “Master Yi, I’ve been assigned to provide you with assistance and…” She paused, knowing this was going to be a sensitive subject. “I’m also here to take over operations in this area.”

Master Yi’s face remained impassive, and the silence hung in the air for a long moment. “Very well,” he said with a professional tone. “Come inside and let me update you on the situation.” Irelia felt slightly guilty, but orders were orders. As they walked into the house, Irelia saw it was well furnished and had clearly been lived in, but it was empty. “Where are all the civilians?” Irelia sincerely hoped they had not already fallen. “They are all holed up together underneath one of the buildings across town. I’ll explain more once we are safe.”

They reached a staircase on the far side of the house and Master Yi knocked on the side in a peculiar pattern. When it opened she followed Master Yi down a hidden staircase and found herself in a dimly lit room with soldiers scattered throughout. It was dismal and Irelia asked, “What on earth happened here?” Master Yi looked back and said, “We were attacked by Zaun. They were led by a man I’d never seen before. He spoke with a heavy accent and had some kind of arm coming out of his back.”

He hesitated, “They used some kind of gaseous weapon on us and we evacuated the city as soon as possible. That’s how we ended up down here.” Irelia looked around and said, “Is this all the fighting forces we have left?” Master Yi nodded and added, “There is nothing we can do to combat them. The gas is easy enough to stop if you have something covering your mouth and nose, but by the time we learned that, we had no men left. That gas is quick acting and deadly.”

Irelia sighed and leaned up against a banister. “Thank you Master Yi. I’ll decide what we can do and get back to you shortly.” He remained standing where he was and said, “One more thing… why did it take you two weeks to get here? The journey only takes two days, and we sent someone out as soon as this started.” He hesitated, “And not that I haven’t heard of your reputation as a warrior, but I was hoping we’d get more reinforcements.  As it stands we only have one hundred men to fight off an army.”

Irelia was shocked at the Duchess’s treatment of the situation. She had not known it was this bad. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I only heard about it three days ago, and the Duchess made it sound as though the problem wasn’t too bad.” She looked around and raised her voice, so everyone in the room could hear her. “I need anyone and everyone able to fight to come with me. Prepare yourselves to counteract their poisonous agent, but now we go to battle.” One of the soldiers protested feebly, “But we’re so outnumbered, how could we ever win?” Irelia laughed and said, “Clearly you’ve never fought with the Will of the Blades before.”

An hour later, after preparations had been made, Irelia led the group through the city. Master Yi had informed her that the enemy had taken up positions outside of Malthrir, and refused to go in, where the defenders had the advantage. It was a smart move, but Irelia had a feeling that she could strike an easy victory here today. She had donned black armor for the occasion and wore a strip of black cloth over her face to cover her mouth and nose. She knew it made her look intimidating, and was relying on it for the upcoming confrontation.

As they reached the western border of town Irelia saw the Zaunite army in the distance. There were only one thousand soldiers, but she knew their advantage lay in their techmaturgy, rather than their numbers. She signaled for her team to wait behind her and Master Yi yelled out the orders. Stepping forward, she called out, “I am looking for the general of this army. I wish to speak with him.” There was laughter among the Zaunite camp that was quickly cut by a metallic sounding voice.

“Move out of my way, I will see her.” Irelia gasped as she saw the face of the man who had attacked her in Ionia. What she had mistaken for rags was actually a mechanical mask, and she heard the sound of heavy breathing through it. The man laughed and said, “So, Irelia, you recovered from my attack did you? I’m surprised, that gas is supposed to be fast acting and deadly.” Irelia regained her composure and said, “It didn’t work very well then. I’m still here.” She wondered how he knew her name but gave nothing away.

“I am Viktor, general of Zaun. I come to your humble state for one reason. I want to kill you all.” He laughed again and the mechanical arm on his back pointed at her. “You Irelia, stand in my way, and for that, you shall be the first of my prey today.” Before Irelia could retort, a laser beam appeared from the hand and headed at her. She dove sideways, feeling the heat from it pass by her. She yelled out, “Ionians, charge!”

Behind her, the Ionian contingent leapt into the fray and began attacking the Zaunite soldiers. She saw Master Yi diving left and right into battle, attacking with a speed and ferocity that lived up to his reputation. She saw Viktor running towards the back lines of the battle and firing his laser at any Ionians he could see. She cringed when she saw it hit one of her fellows in the leg. The laser sliced through it cleaner than any blade, and the man fell to the ground screaming.

Irelia shook it off and concentrated on the battle around her. She dove in and out, attacking all who came near her with her blades. She saw a group of four in front of her and concentrated on her options. Quickly deciding, she dove at the man on the right, impaling him with two blades, while turning in mid air towards the other three. She quickly threw one of her blades in a line through the closest one. He fell over dead and the other two abruptly stopped, rethinking challenging her. By this time, it was too late as Irelia dashed again to the furthest opponent, stabbing him while throwing her last blade in to the back of the other soldier.

As they slumped over, dead, Irelia looked around for Viktor. She saw him on the edge of the battlefield and quickly made her way to him, stabbing any who came near her. Though he wore glowing red goggles, she could tell the fury etched in his face as he fired laser after laser at her. She continued to dodge as she came nearer and upon reaching him, she swung with all of her might. She cut off his right leg and arm with one swing, and he cried out in pain.

Just as Irelia was about to deliver a killing blow, Master Yi shouted out behind her, “Duck!” Irelia reacted without thinking and hit the ground. Just above her, a blade went slashing by and she threw her blades behind her. She heard a groan and looked back to see two soldiers with her blades stuck in their stomachs. She quickly grabbed them back and turned to finish off Viktor when she saw he had disappeared. She gazed around the battle and heard his mechanical voice yell, “Retreat!”

She gave chase, but a large group of Zaunite soldiers got in the way. She quickly dispatched them with her floating blades but the Zaunite army had gone into full retreat. She saw viktor using his mechanical arm to hang onto a soldier that was carrying him away. She turned to survey the battle and saw that the Ionians had managed to make it through relatively unscathed.

Master Yi walked up to her and said, “Thank you Irelia. Temporarily we are safe, but we must fortify our defenses.” She nodded, and knew she should be proud of this victory; she just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. She said, “Yes, well, let’s get everyone situated in the city again. I’ll need someone to send a report to the Duchess.”

Well, I’m hoping that no one REALLY knows what’s going on yet, but I do love speculation :). John Smith correctly predicted the final battle of the War for Freljord (half of it anyway), and I hope this one has you guys intrigued. I’m liking Irelia’s character, and I’m looking forward to the next few days.

Have a good one Summoners.

-Tale Master

Irelia: Ionian Fervor – 4

3 Aug

Irelia woke up with a pounding in her head. She looked around and saw she was in a room inside of the  Placidium. Soraka, the Starchild, was sitting in the far corner washing rags in a bucket. She must have heard Irelia rustling, because she looked up and smiled. “Welcome back Irelia. How are you feeling?” Irelia sat up on the edge of the bed and said, “Awful. My head is aching like none other. What happened?” Soraka looked surprised, “You mean you don’t remember?”

Irelia tried to remember what happened to her before she drifted off. She vaguely remembered being in alleyway, although she couldn’t figure out why. There had been men there, and a flash of bandages. “Soraka!” She exclaimed quickly. “I think Singed is here in Ionia!” Soraka’s eyes began searching hers, attempting to find the truth. “That is interesting you should say that. Another man claiming to know you said the same thing. He said that he had seen Singed at roughly the same time as your attack, but several miles south.”

Irelia was surprised and said, “Vladimir?” Soraka’s face gave nothing away but she said, “So you do know him?” “Yes,” said Irelia, “We met at the restaurant just south of here because he was looking for you. He said he needed you to heal his friend, that conventional medicine would not work.” Soraka looked grave and said, “So you trust this man?” Irelia considered her words before replying, “Yes. I don’t know why, but there’s something about him that seems very sincere.”

Soraka breathed heavily and filled Irelia in on what had happened since she’d been attacked. Irelia grew angry when she heard of the Duchess’s treatment of Vladimir. “What is wrong with her lately? Karma was quite a benevolent ruler at first, but she’s practically turned us into a military state in recent weeks.” She thought about it, “How long have I been out?” Soraka laughed and said, “Three days. You had me worried there for a bit, but I know how much it takes to get you. As long as I’m around you’re not going down without a fight.”

Irelia smiled but thought of the implications. It was clear something was happening in Ionia. Soraka interrupted her musings, “When you’re ready the Duchess would like to see you. Well, she’d like to see you the second you woke up, but I figured you’d like a minute.” Irelia laughed softly and was glad she had a friend like Soraka. “I’ll see her now. Is she in the inner sanctum?” Soraka nodded and Irelia left the room.

Irelia traveled through the temple at a quick pace, wishing to get her meeting with the Duchess out of the way. She had felt uneasy around the leader lately and didn’t want to be alone with her. She reached the double doors that led into the inner sanctum and took a deep breath, preparing herself for the confrontation.

She walked in and saw Karma in front of the Nexus. This was the most powerful Nexus in all of Ionia, and was the reason the Placidium was located here. It channeled magical energy whenever it was cast and made it stronger. Karma turned around and said, “Irelia, so glad you’re ok. Tell me what happened.” Irelia gave her a shortened version of events but when she got to the part about Singed, Karma scoffed. “Oh yes, that man tried to say the same thing. That is unimportant right now. There have been disturbances to the north lately. I need you to go and take charge of the area; find out what’s happening.”

She paused for a  moment before saying, “Irelia, I’m sending you because you are one of our finest warriors, do not make me regret this. You will find Master Yi in command and you are to follow his orders. If things seem out of place, I want you to take control.” Irelia was aghast, but as she was about to speak Karma said, “I have no time for this, you leave at once.”

Irelia, feeling uneasy, bowed to the Duchess and left the room. She had a terrible feeling about the direction Ionia was headed, and couldn’t do anything to stop it. ‘At least,’ she thought, ‘I’ll get some action shortly.’

Short one, but hope you enjoy it. Could practically put the filler tag on it, but I’m hoping the next few will make up for it xD. Have a good one summoners.

Tale Master

Irelia: Ionian Fervor – 1

31 Jul

The stranger came into the restaurant, inquiring about the Starchild again. His attire was simple, but elegant. Soraka always welcomed everyone who wished to find her, but there was something about this man that made the Starchild’s guardian pause. Occasionally when she looked over, she could swear his eyes were glowing red, but as soon as she looked again they were back to normal. It was not much more than a hunch, but it was enough to keep the Starchild’s guardian wary of the stranger.

The entire restaurant fell silent as he slammed his hands down on the counter top. “Dammit! I’ve had enough of this! My friend needs help, and the Starchild could help her. Why does she refuse?” The man’s tone started angry, but grew pleading as he went on, and the Will of the Blades was intrigued. She stood up, revealing sleek armor. It was colored red and white and had an odd attachment at the back. There was a seemingly ornamental contraption connected to her shoulder plates. Four blades hung from it, each looking sharp and deadly.

Everyone in the establishment watched the woman walk up to the stranger who had been demanding to see the Starchild. She paced her steps deliberately, attempting to get a measure of the man in case trouble broke out. “Who are you stranger? Why do you seek our healer?” She looked him directly in the eyes, unsure whether she wanted to see what she was looking for.

“I am here because my friend is close to death. I had to perform some…” He paused, clearly looking for the right words. “creative magic to heal her. Unfortunately, it was not enough to restore her completely and I’ve heard that the Starchild can bring people back from the brink of death. Please, if you can, help me.” He looked entirely sincere, and she did not sense he was lying to her, but decided to give him one last test.

“I’m afraid you cannot see her now. Come back in a few days and I’ll consider bringing you to her.” There it was. His eyes flashed red for a moment before he took a deep breath. She prepared herself for the attack, but it never came. He hung his head and said, “Then I’m afraid my friend is simply lost.” With that, he turned away and walked out of the restaurant. Irelia was surprised and quickly ran after him. She caught up to him as they stepped outside. “Who are you stranger?” She asked for the second time.

He looked surprised and turned around, “I am a humble traveler who is concerned for his friend.” The woman looked around at her homeland; she saw the beauty of the pink blossoms in the trees all around, the green grass beneath their feet. The restaurant behind them was made from the wood of trees that shed their bark every season, leaving as small of an impact on the environment as possible. Seeing her homeland reminded her that she should help all those who were in need.

“I apologize. I am Irelia, Will of the Blades. I can take your friend to see the Starchild right away. Please, tell me your name first.” She held out her hand and the man hesitated a moment before shaking it. “I am Vladimir, the Crimson Reaper. I come from Noxus, but as an outcast, not an invader.” She momentarily gripped his hand harder, but quickly released it. Being Noxian didn’t necessarily mean he was evil. “I will ask no more for now, but I am interested as to how you came to be in our lands.”

He nodded and said, “My friend is back at the inn just a mile south of here. What should I do?” Irelia regarded him and told him, “Bring your friend to the temple just north of this restaurant. There is a nexus there and I will bring Soraka to you by nightfall.” The man nodded and thanked her profusely before rushing away. Irelia was intrigued by this man. It was not often that people met a Noxian who showed compassion for others.

Irelia began to trek northwards, knowing she’d need to travel several miles north of the temple to get to the main city of Ionia. The temple she was sending Vladimir to was the Placidium, which housed the School of Transcendentalism. Soraka was on the board of regents for the school and it produced many of Ionia’s greatest thinkers and philosophers. The nexus it housed was the most powerful in the entire city state, and when used to channel Soraka’s healing arts it could perform miracles.

Irelia briefly thought back to the moment when she had been on the precipice of death and Soraka saved her using this exact Nexus. An unexpected side effect of the powerful energies had bound Irelia’s blades to her. She now controlled them as easily as if they were her own limbs. Absorbed in her memories, she paid no attention to the beautiful scenes around her. The mountains in front of her loomed high, with several cliff faces creating brilliant waterfalls. The temple itself was set in the mountain and had fascinating architecture heavily utilizing gems.

Irelia had seen all this before, and passed it by without paying much attention, skirting around the bottom of the mountain towards the city on the far side. The walk was uneventful, but for some reason she felt uneasy. As she approached the outskirts of the town the feeling deepened. She began to proceed cautiously as she walked down an alleyway. She heard voices around the corner and couldn’t make out what they said at first. She slowly came closer and heard, “-at’s too bad. I guess we’ll just have to take it by force.”

Concerned, Irelia immediately decided to take action and revealed herself. Stepping around the corner she saw two men standing over a cowering woman. Before any of the three could react, Irelia’s blades sprung to life off her shoulder plate. Hovering in front of her, the four blades created an x, connected at the middle by a red glowing circle. She sprang forward, striking the first man dead, impaling his chest with ease. The second was groping inside his jacket for something, but Irelia quickly slashed across and his head went rolling down the alley. She stooped over to examine what he had been grabbing when she heard glass breaking behind her.

She quickly looked up and saw a hooded figure run away from the window above. Irelia was about to give chase when she noticed a greenish gas rising from the broken bottle on the floor. Almost immediately, her knees felt weak. She attempted to keep herself up against the wall, but her hands would not listen to her mind’s commands. She slumped against the wall and her head hit the ground with a crack.

Feeling somewhat delirious from both the gas and the head injury, she couldn’t help but think that the hooded figure’s mouth had looked funny wrapped in rags. She wondered briefly if he had been a walking mummy before closing her eyes and surrendering to the darkness.

Well, here we are. A new story arc. This is counting as my post for Tuesday the 31st, so don’t be expecting more in the afternoon :). I just thought I’d give you guys this one early because I’m such a nice guy!

As you can see, (or may have guessed from the title) Irelia is going to be one of our main characters for this new series. I’m hoping I can really blend what I liked about the past two stories in order to make this the best one yet! I have some ideas, and we’ll see how they pan out.

Have a good one summoner’s, and here we go again! 🙂

-Tale Master