Vladimir: Ionian Fervor – 28

10 Sep

Vladimir grabbed Irelia’s hand and gently pulled her back towards him. The Kinkou continued marching in front of them, apparently not noticing that the two had slowed down. The evening light was waning and the sunset on the horizon was beautiful. In the final, soft rays of sunlight, it was easy to forget what they had to do.

Irelia looked surprised at first, but smiled and said, “What is it?” Vlad looked ahead, not wishing to be overheard. “I just wanted to know how you’re feeling. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.” Irelia’s face didn’t betray any emotion, and she said softly, “It is one of the most important in Ionian history. We have to trust that the others are taking care of business and none of this will be wasted.”

Vlad smiled at her and they walked in silence for a few minutes. He thought back throughout his life. Until a few months ago, everything in his life had been dedicated to himself. He had killed for the thrill, become a hemomancer to fill that gaping hole inside of him, and then had become a Noxian mercenary just to have a home. When he first joined Talon, he had felt a sense of purpose greater than anything he had experienced before.

Then Riven came. At first he had only been doing his job of trying to bring her into the Crimson Elite fold, but as he got to know her, things had changed. She had been so honest and straightforward. Her actions were sincerely for the good of Noxus, and seeing the way she worked made Vlad want to change. As they got to know each other, she became his first real friend. He had sacrificed his new home to protect her, and once he’d ended up here, Irelia came into his life.

Maybe he was simply more open now that he’d made his first friend, but Irelia had simply caught his attention. He wanted to protect her now from this battle, but he knew there was nothing he could do. Irelia was fighting for her home, and Vlad would do whatever it took to help her with that.

They kept walking and the sun went down. They reached an area just outside of the town when Akali stopped before them. “We must wait here for tonight.” Vlad merely nodded and everyone settled in to rest. Vlad sat up against a tree and Irelia leaned against his chest. He smiled and drifted off to sleep, enjoying the calm before tomorrow’s whirlwind.

I’ve gotta admit, those sarcastic comments made me laugh :). Have a good one summoners, and I promise there’s a long one coming tomorrow.

-Tale Master

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Filler 14: Volibear

8 Sep

Volibear is the best champ in the league.

Volibear is the beariest champ in the league.

Volibear is saying that Tale Master may or may not be slightly tipsy.

Volibear knows there are no spelling errors thanks to autocorrect.

Volibear would like to publicly apologize for the lack of a post, because it is clearly all Volibear’s fault.

Anyone who has a Volibear story should share it to make everyone else slightly happier.

For now… I leave you with this. Volibear fighting for his crown.

And just for funsies… This: The title will ruin it on the page… But this is completely Volibear of him.

-Tale Master

Edit: That silly bear. Coming in and stealing the blog last night. Who does that?

Soraka: Ionian Fervor – 27

7 Sep

The enemy, they were closing in…

What was happening? They walked right by her and slaughtered her comrades…

She turned around, saw the Ionians lying dead all around her. Singed was walking towards her, wearing a smile so broad she could see it behind his cloth-wrapped mouth. She wanted to attack him, to heal those around her…

Her eyes rolled up into her head and she collapsed.

*************

She saw Warwick, that evil man and the destruction he had wrought on her homeland. She looked around and saw the devastation. Women, soldiers, children… corpses lay scattered around her. A fury burned inside her and Warwick laughed. He laughed deeply and before she could control it, a fiery scream escaped her lips.

The man’s expression turned serious, and she focused all of her energy on him. A look of worry crossed his face and he turned and ran, but it was too late. She focused her entire divine essence into cursing that abomination of a human being. A blinding light shot out from the end of her hands and chased the man down. He didn’t get far before it struck him squarely in the back.

He let out a gasp of pain and doubled over onto his hands and knees. He cried out as his form shifted, and hair ripped out onto his body. Suddenly, he was no longer screaming, he was howling. Soraka looked across and saw a wolf with dark blue fur in front of her. Her knees became weak and she collapsed to the ground, unable to stand any longer. The last thing she saw before passing out was a hideous purple tinge to her skin.

*************

The next few months, she had been adjusting to her new look. She had grown a prominent horn on her forehead, and she knew the act of cursing Warwick had cost her the divine protection she once enjoyed. At first she tried to make the best of it, but the loss of her once collosal power, coupled with her hideous new visage slowly drove her insane.

It started with a few blank spots in her memory, but as time wore on, the black outs became more and more frequent. She knew she should’ve told someone, but she didn’t share with anyone what had happened on the battlefield, and the longer she went, the more difficult the prospect of coming clean seemed. Before she knew it, she was trapped. Events kept passing her by, and she didn’t have any way of stopping it.

She felt like a prisoner in her own mind, and she was screaming to get out, to tell Irelia what had happened, what she feared she had done. Seeing the Ionians dead around her, and the Zaunites invading her home soil, she realized what had happened. She was the same as Warwick now. Somehow, during her blank periods, she had caused the deaths of several thousand Ionians.

With that realization, Soraka retreated into the darkest depths of her own mind. The light vanished within her, and all that remained was darkness.

Ooooh, dark and confusing. Hopefully this isn’t too bad, but I felt like it was high time to give an answer or two. We’re starting to gear up towards the end of this series (boy it’s a long one). Have a good one summoners!

-Tale Master

Viktor: Ionian Fervor – 26

6 Sep

A metallic clang rang out through the air as his attacker’s hammer crashed onto Viktor’s conducting rod. The force of the blow made Viktor skid backwards, and a horrible scraping sound came out from his metal legs. The attacker straightened himself up and smiled. He had chiseled good looks and wavy brown hair that somehow looked freshly done, despite his physical exertions. From the instant he saw him, Viktor knew this man was everything he hated about the human race.

“General Viktor, your reflexes are quite excellent.” The man spoke with an over the top, almost campy, demeanor that set Viktor’s now non-existent teeth on edge. “And who might you be?” Viktor asked, hoping his disdain would manage to be conveyed through his metallic rebreather. “I am General Jayce, commander of the Piltover forces. Consider your reign here, terminated.” He smiled an ingratiating smile and suddenly charged forward at Viktor, swinging his hammer.

Viktor blocked it again and quickly shot a blast out at the general from the laser on his back. Jayce dodged to the side and laughed heartily. Everything this man did was causing Viktor’s blood to boil, and his own anger surprised him. One of the reasons he had opted to become cybernetic was to eliminate these useless emotions, which caused sloppy mistakes in battle.

Just as Viktor was about to attack again, he heard a slight whirring noise coming from the smoking crater behind Jayce. Wondering what it was, he paused for a moment before a sniper bullet came roaring forward and penetrated his chest armor. It struck one of his lungs, and Viktor knew he was in trouble. He immediately lay down a gravity generator and began to run from the fight.

Looking back over his shoulder, he saw Jayce and three others climbing out of the crater get caught in the generator’s field. ‘At least that will slow them for a moment,’ he thought to himself. He hurried forward and saw an army in the distance. Though he could not see that far away, the infared sensors on his optical eyes didn’t sense any heat, so he knew it was his cyborg army coming.

Running towards them, he expended most of his energy getting there. As he reached the commander he said, “An advance force.” He coughed through his rebreather, “Deal with them.” With that, he summoned over medics and told them to do what they needed to repair him. His human remains were becoming more of a bother with each passing day.

The medics ripped open his chest and began to repair the collapsed lung. Another explosion rang out in the distance and Viktor knew his forces had met the group. Though his chest was throbbing with pain, he kept himself focused on ways to deal with General Jayce, and the pain he could inflict on that insufferable man. He even managed a small smile behind his mask when he heard another explosion come from the opposite direction.

Confused, Viktor sat up in the middle of his makeshift operation, collapsing the lung all over. Though he ached with pain, he reached inside his own chest and ripped out the worthless organ. The medics cried out and attempted to get him to sit down, but all the General said was, “Solder the wound for now. I’ll replace it after this battle.” The medics protested and he merely shot one of them with a laser blast, killing him instantly. He turned towards the other. “Do as I command.”

The medic, looking frightened, complied and Viktor lay back down. As soon as this was done, Viktor would take charge again. Malthrir was his.

I think Viktor is pretty awesome. Jayce isn’t too flashy, but he makes for a great character foil. This should be fun. I like writing. Have a good one summoners.

-Tale Master

Filler 13: Reader Diana Story

6 Sep

Well this is a treat, and a first! We have a reader submission for a night where I can’t write. (If I’m being honest, I played league all night for the first time in a week, so I kinda let you guys down a bit… but at least I had something ready xD.)

Regular readers and commenters will surely recognize the name Yuri_PT, and this story was written by him and translated to English. Enjoy.

The clock marked 10 minutes until the arrival of midnight. Diana moved surreptitiously between the rocks that composed her Lunar Sanctuary. It was in this place that Diana lived and rested during the frequent Sun peaks of the (for her) arduous Summer months. Finally, she found her bed, which was at the center of a small open area that formed a semi-circle before her nocturnal themed environment.

Exhausted from her first summoning on the League of Legends, she lay down over her mantle of wool. It was a fascinating silver color that reminded her of shimmering moonlight. She prepared herself to contemplate the stars and, more concretely, the celestial body she loved as a mother, the Moon.

It had certainly been an exquisite experience, she now reminisced. Unlike what many seemed to believe, Diana wasn’t in any way affiliated with any of the creatures she stood alongside when she arrived at the Nexus base of her team. In fact, it was quite the contrary. She had gained knowledge of threats to the world of Runeterra and learned of the most intense dangers (such as the abominable Cho’Gath and Kog’Maw, the Prophet of the Void Malzahar or the deceiving LeBlanc). She realized that her objective of purging the land of beings of evil intent would be a lot harder than she thought at first when, a few years earlier, she donned the vests of her precursor in the pursuit of the mystical and arcane path of idolatry of her celestial mother.

Relieving the pressure of her hand on the blade handle, Diana left the weapon ringing on the rocky soil of her shelter. She then vividly remembered the moment that changed the logical course of her life forever. Previously a mere acolyte of the Solari, a Sun-worshipping tribe, Diana discovered through an ancient encrypted manuscript lost on a tome of the vast library of its people the location to an abandoned temple which had been, not so long ago, devoted to the cult of the Moon. Her natural curiosity had always led her to periodically question the domain of the solar body on the culture of the Solari. This same curiosity had become amplified by realizing the reason why her questions were always treated by the venerable ancients of the solar cult as a forbidden theme, a taboo.

Her resolution led her to visit the mentioned temple on one night, and by finding artifacts of combat in the temple referring to the Moon, she sought to present these evidences of an ancestral veneration of the nocturne sky symbol to the elders of her people. Faced with relics of an opposite cult of the Supreme Temple of the Sun, the elders despised Diana, branding her a heretic and seeking her immediate and quick death. Diana, constricted and placed on mere seconds on top of a sacrificial altar, was about to breathe for the last time.

It was then that, incited by the sadness and fury born of the betrayal she suffered at the hands of her own people, she begged for salvation to the Moon. Receiving a colossal infusion of power, Diana released herself from the bonds which deprived her of movement and she slaughtered the elders.

Horrified by her actions, Diana quickly recovered from the mental trauma. She had done what was necessary for her survival. However, she didn’t know the route she should follow from that moment forth. Although she had now a companion in the sky providing her support, the episode that had just occurred made reconciliation with the Solari community impossible; not that she would ever desire such a possibility. She then decided to withdraw and reach a way to commune with the symbol of the Night, taking solace on a valley contiguous to the base of the mountain where the Solari resided.

Returning from her recollections of the past, Diana initiated the ritual of dialogue with the Moon. Midnight soon arrived when she finally went in a state of profound trance, once again embracing the heresy.

Personally, I really enjoyed this! Long time readers will know I’m a huge Leona fan (although she’s taken a backseat to the new love in my League life) and was delighted when they announced Diana. A huge thanks goes out to Yuri_PT, and if anyone else has submissions, I can always use them on filler days!

Yuri has a small blog going that he says might be updated in the near future, so go on and check it out! http://tfoxhound.blogspot.pt/

Have a good one talers and I’ll be back writing tomorrow.

-Tale Master

Lee Sin: Ionian Fervor – 25

4 Sep

Stay tuned!

I’m writing currently, so it will be out in a bit.

If I can’t put it out tonight, I will in the morning. (It’s good to be semi-back)

The explosion from the yordle’s bomb rocked the city, and Lee felt the ground tremble above him. He knew now that they had to wait. General Viktor, quickly gaining a reputation as the “Machine Herald”, was sure to underestimate any Ionian resistance. He had taken the territory of Malthrir with little fuss, and Lee Sin was banking on him growing overconfident.

They had arrived in the city a week ago with the full force of Piltover behind them. Caitlyn had gone with Lee to deliver his speech to the board of directors that ran Piltover. The eloquent speech was perfect, striking the leaders using both ethos and pathos. He knew he would have been unable to do it without Caitlyn’s help, and he also knew he wasn’t going to be leaving her again.

Later that day, he met up with Riven and she told him about her meeting with the yordle Ziggs. Apparently it had gone quite well, and although Lee Sin cringed when she told him the price, he agreed that it was good thinking on her feet. It would have to be done, and it would be better than an Ionia governed by Zaun. With that, she told him where to meet Ziggs and left for Demacia.

It had not take long for the Piltover army to get assembled, and Lee Sin was allowed to relax for a few days with the Sheriff of Piltover. The two spent the days catching up, making new memories and the Blind Monk was as happy as he’d been in years.

Two days after the agreement, Lee Sin was approached by a man with a deep, powerful voice. He had introduced himself as Jayce, the newly appointed Piltover general. They discussed what their strategy would be, and Lee Sin was impressed. The man exuded confidence and had a plan set up before Lee could suggest anything. The two shook hands and cemented their attack plan quickly. After the man had left, Lee asked Caitlyn why he’d never heard of him. Caitlyn’s answer was cryptic.

“Jayce seemed to come from nowhere. All I know is that he was once a talented blacksmith, but upon reaching Piltover he enrolled in a competition for showing off manufactured weapons. He came with an amazing hammer that was secretly a pulse rifle.” She paused and Lee could hear how impressed she was. “He blew the competition away with ease and the Piltover high command called on him. After two days, he was appointed the leader of our armed forces. It was quite a shock to the people, but the Board of Directors aren’t exactly stupid. They must have had their reasons… Even if no one knows where he came from.” Lee had found this odd, but declined to comment.

Soon they had found themselves ferrying over towards Ionia and carrying out their plan. A small strike force had assembled at the eastern edge of town, consisting of himself, Caitlyn, Ziggs, and Jayce. Taking a secret underground route into the city, the group prepared. Ziggs had gone topside quickly to set off his bomb and then they had waited. Perfectly at midnight, the bomb went off as planned and the group grew silent and tense.

They did not have to wait long before Lee felt the group’s anticipation around him. He had heard the sound of metal steps approaching, and from their reactions, he knew his comrades were aware. He heard general Jayce say beside him, “Ah, General Viktor. I’ve been waiting for our meeting on the battlefield. Feel free to give up now.” Lee Sin heard a slight intake of breath above him and felt a small shockwave hit the ground.

Jayce had leapt up, and Lee Sin heard a loud clash as metal met metal. He smiled to himself. The War for Ionia had begun in earnest.

In case anyone can’t tell, I’m changing Jayce’s backstory a bit. Obviously I’ve done this before when I see fit, just warning people. This has been set up for a while, (like before Jayce had a released lore, so technically this one isn’t really my bad… cough) so I hope you all enjoy over-the-top foreshadowing :). Personally, I’m ecstatic to be back and I’m glad you all stuck around. Have a good one summoners, and I think I can say I’m back on a daily schedule.

-Tale Master

Viktor: Ionian Fervor – 24

3 Sep

The Malthrir province had fallen. He was waiting for the signal from Singed before setting forth for the capital. Viktor smiled inside his metal mask and walked to the door. He was staying in a mansion that had recently been abandoned by the local Ionians. He stepped outside and looked around the city. Though the entire area was occupied by his troops, they were staying deathly silent, an easy trick for androids.

As he stood there, contemplating the next step, an explosion rocked the outskirts of the city. The lights in the city went out immediately, but Viktor could still see perfectly with his new robotic eyes. Even though the explosion had been miles away, Viktor immediately began sprinting towards it. His metal legs clanked against the paved roads as he ran tirelessly through the streets. He stopped only when he reached one of his commanders, running towards him.

“What happened here?” he asked menacingly. The commander bowed his head and got on his knees, saying, “I’m sorry master, but they somehow snuck inside the city. The explosion took out our electricity and I was just coming to get you.” Viktor was angry, but merely instructed his commander to rally the troops.

He began to run again, heading towards the area where the explosion had gone off. When he reached his destination, he was shocked at the size of the wreckage. An entire block lay in ruin, and smoke billowed up from the crater that was left over. A deep, haughty voice came out of the hole and said, “Ah General Viktor. I’ve been waiting for our meeting on the battlefield. Feel free to give up now.”

Viktor was about to reply when a huge man leapt out of the shadows, bringing a huge hammer crashing down in front of him…

It’s all I have time for, but hopefully they can get longer in the next few days :). I should have MY computer back in less than a week, so we’ll start getting full posts then! For now, enjoy the shorties. (Back with a bang maybe?)

Also, I’d really like to thank everyone for the support. I’d rather not go into details, but it’s been a rough week. Seeing your comments really helped, even if I didn’t reply! I’m back though, so even if I can’t post a story, I’ll post something daily again!

Have a good one summoners.

-Tale Master