Hi everyone! This is a really long fanfiction I started to write a while ago when I first got into League of Legends. I tried my best to work with the official lore so please tell me if I happened to mess up somewhere. Reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome and appreciated!
It was already nightfall when General Du Couteau arrived at the headquarters of the Noxian High Command. It was situated at the uppermost level of the granite mountain, behind giant wrought iron doors that were kept guarded. Upon Du Couteau's arrival, the two guards simultaneously began to pull the heavy doors apart using the chains that were bound to their wrists, grunting from the effort it took.
General Du Couteau was a man of surprising elegance, with his lean stature, long red hair, and his mastery of the blades. He was feeling rather weary from the day's work however, and wanted to get the emergency meeting of the High Command over with.
"I haven't got all day," General Du Couteau sighed as he took a step forward towards the guards. In one fluid movement he drew the blade he kept at his waist and hooked it onto the handle of the left door. He gave the handle of the blade a jerk and the door completely opened, revealing the members of the High Command who were seated within.
The room was spacious, but because Noxians had better things to do than worry about interior decorations, it was rather quite plain. The members were all seated in an arching semicircle with those who held the most power holding seats in the centre.
Silence had spread over the High Command due to Du Couteau's noisy entrance, and they all regarded him with darkness in their eyes.
"Oh, please do continue," Du Couteau said blithely as he made his way to the empty seat in the centre right. He gave a little flourish of his hand.
"Du Couteau," the youthful voice of Boram Darkwill sounded. "Do you have a legitimate reason for arriving late and interrupting your leader in the middle of his speech?"
"Please accept my sincere apologies," Du Couteau dipped his head. "Cassiopeia had something to say at the last moment and I could not allow myself to simply ignore her."
"Ah yes, your youngest daughter," Darkwill's polyurethane expression did not change. "How does she fare?"
"Quite well, thank you." Du Couteau sat down in his seat. "Please continue, if you may."
"Very well," Boram Darkwill turned his handsome face forwards. "We are here to discuss the appropriate actions to be taken in regards to the orphan that roams within Noxus. News of the failed assassination attempt has been delivered shortly ago. His current whereabouts are unknown at the moment."
Du Couteau stifled a yawn. This issue about the thief in the undergrounds of Noxus had been discussed many times prior. Each failed assassination only lead to another. And although the orphan thief's skills may have been substantial enough to kill a group of lower ranked assasins, they were nothing compared to the skills of the High Command.
"Does anyone have any contributions?"
"There must be someone of a lower rank who can take care of this," one member said. Chasing after thieves within city walls was considered dirty work, and these tasks were usually assigned to those outside of the High Command.
Du Couteau thought for a moment. Although he thought it would be easier if he went after the thief personally, he followed the flow of events.
"What about that prodigy girl who's always spoken of?" someone suggested.
"Riven." Du Couteau snapped his fingers.
"The one we presented with the rune sword." Boram Darkwill was nodding in approval. "An interesting thought, Du Couteau."
"Allow me to speak with her, Grand General."
"And why are you so eager all of a sudden?"
"I have better connections with her," Du Couteau replied breezily. "After all, I mentored her for a portion of the time she has spent in training."
General Darkwill's expression was noncommittal. "As you wish, Du Couteau. Make sure the issue is taken care of."
Du Couteau allowed himself a smirk. "I always do, Grand General."