Crusader King II / Naruto / League of Legends /Bleach / And more...

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Hello, and welcome to my new story, Shaping World History.

For those of you reading and following my other stories, yes, my most popular story will continue to be updated. This story exists to fill in when I don't have enough muse for those. Maybe you'll all like this even more than the Gamer of Konoha.

The basic storyline of this story ... doesn't exist. This is a multi-character storythat bounces back and forth between characters.

But the background will be our real world ... in the 1190's, starting with this chapter. So, there's that. Have fun reading!

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

The first chapter revolves around Jax, the Grandmaster at Arms from the game League of Legends. To see the best view of what he can be, look up League Cinematic: a New Dawn. You will see a warrior there with many eyes. That's Jax.

I love Jax. If you play League, and you see a guy named "akallas" in NA region, give me a hey-yo!

Chapter 1:
Jax, the Grandmaster at Arms (1)

"Maria! Stop running so fast!" a boy shouted as he chased after a girl running in front of him. Both were dressed in dark colors befitting the peasant and servants they were. But they were having fun, and they were happy.

The girl just laughed as she ran even faster up ahead. "Catch me if you can, sucker!" she giggled before jumping over a small ridge before running straight into the forest.

The boy just growled and jumped over the ridge after her, and ran into the forest as well.

He ran over fallen tree trunks, bunch of mosses that he would have slipped on, and then small streams.

...And he lost track of Maria.

"Maria, where are you!?" he shouted. "Maria!"

Then he stopped, because he found her. She was crouching behind a bush among many. He quickly caught up to her and crouched down next to her. "What's wrong?" he asked.

She just tilted her head forward.

He looked towards where she was looking ...

"Shit, mercenaries."

They nodded to each other, and turned around to run back to their village to warn them.

Captain Travoi de Punsa was pissed and hungry.

He and his merry band of fellow mercenaries under his command had been hired by the Nikolat of Mecklenberg to fight for him against the Count's defensive -read preemptive as they were going to attack him anyway- war against the Duke of Saxons, Henry "the Lion." Travoi was well aware of who the Duke was; the Duke was a very influential man within the German lands, for he was not only a Duke of Saxony, he was also the Duke of Saxony. It also meant a lot of levied soldier under him.

No mere count was going to win unless he hired a lot of mercenaries.

Count of Mecklenberg did just that ... but it wasn't enough. In the last battle between the two forces, the Count's levies all died in an ambush while the mercenaries themselves were routed at seeing half of their army die. It was a sad day to say the least. The levies got to die, the mercenaries had to starve and deal with not being paid.

So fourth day after the last battle between the Count and the Duke, Captain Travoi de Punsa and his mercenaries were travelling through this forest, wounded, tired, pissed, and hungry.

"Yo, Travoi! Andrews found a village nearby!"

The man's lips split into a grin. "Finally, there's something for our swords to do some work on!" he shouted to the rest of the mercenaries. "It looks like we have some nasty locals that neither lords got their hands on! Let's go do our job and raid these fuckers!"

The mercenaries all gained the same grin as his and let out grunts and yells of approval.

The two children had just made it to the edge of their village, yelling and screaming. It was only in the morning, so people were roused up by their yells.

One particularly grouchy elder women walked out of her cottage with a cane in her right hand. "What the hell is going on?!" she demanded loudly.

Maria was the first one to reach the elder. "Mercenaries, grandma! I saw them on the other side of the forest!" she huffed and shouted at the same time, having ran all the way from the forest to the village.

The elder's eyes widened. "We must alert the villagers! Hurry, wake everyone up and in arms!"

Maria and the boy nodded hurriedly before they took off separately.

Maria ran straight towards the edge of the village while the boy ran to the center. As she ran, she shouted and yelled. "Wake up! Bandits are here! Wake up!"

One by one, each house woke up to the ringing of bells and the shouts of the children and adults.

By the end of the second hour of the first warning shout, the mercenaries were on the edge of the village.

Captain Travoi cursed silently as he observed the armed state of the villagers. 'Someone's going to get hurt,' he thought to himself as he urged his horse to move forward a bit. He stopped Cedric, his horse, after ten meters or so.

Now, when he led his mercenary band over to this village that his scout had found, he was expecting them to be all sleeping and whatnot; dawn had just made her break less than an hour ago. If there should be anyone, it would be the earliest risers of the farmers... not the entire village.

"Alright, you got us," he said to the villagers. "So we'll give you a good warning: drop your hoes, and me and my band here will just take food and the golds you have. If not, then we will gut you open."

Sadly, this was a common scene throughout Europe and the rest of the world at this point of time. It was the year of Our Lord 1198, and Europe was at war with pagans to North and East while fighting off Muslims in the Iberian Peninsula. They were wars everywhere, and mercenaries, hired or not, would strike out at anything that would make them the gold.

In this case, it was Maria's village.

The priest heading the resistance of the villagers, a young man with the white robes to show for it with a bald top, stepped out. "Like we'll believe you!" he shouted in an unpriestly manner. "You and your ilk come and go, loot and rape as you please. Let it be known that we are not your regular, unsuspecting villagers!" he shouted defiantly. "But you want gold?! Take this cross and cleanse your sins!" he shouted as he ripped the only gold in the village, the cross he wore around his neck, and flung it at the mercenary captain.

The captain caught the cross in his gloved right hand, and grinned. "Well, we gave you a chance," he said and then turned to the mercenary band, who were all grinning. "You know what this means, boys! It's fun going after them when they're resisting anyway! Get 'em!"

The mercenaries let out a roar together before they charged forth with drawn bows, axes, blades and shields.

The villagers charged forward to meet them with their rusty axes, hoes, and kitchen knives.

Maria was holding a kitchen knife that had been handed to her by her mother. She was scared and tired. She was scared of these men, and she was tired from all the work she did.

She just brought her hands tog

"Please... God... Someone..."

[...]

Everything froze.

"...Eh?" Maria uttered as she looked about. Everything had frozen except her.

Why had everything still? Villagers and mercenaries were still in their charge towards each other, even the few arrows that were fired between them were still in the air.

[Do you truly wish for salvation?]

"Yes! Please, save us!"

When Maria opened her eyes again, time had started moving again, but there was something in front of her that hadn't been there before.

Or rather, someone.

A person shrouded in a purple/blue shroud. He held a battered metal pole with a odd mace-head on one point. "So ... this is what I was summoned for this time, eh?" he asked himself outloud as he cracked his neck side to side.

The battle had stopped as everyone looked at the odd newcomer.

The mercenary captain was the first to speak up. "Oi, what are you? I didn't see you there just now!"

Jax seemed to lighten up -or rather, that's what Maria felt as Jax seemed to bounce a little on his feet as he introduced himself. "Me? I'm just a grandmaster at arms! Call me Jax!" he then pointed at Maria. "This little girl did something, and now I'm here. Might I ask what you are doing?"

The mercenary captain just raised an eyebrow. "Just get out of our way before you run you over like this village!" he shouted back at Jax, not even bothering to explain himself to the stranger.

Jax turned back to Maria, completely ignoring the captain and the rest of the people. "What's he here for?"

"H-He and the rest of the mercenaries are h-here to loot our village..!"

Jax's pose immediately took a stiffening. "Well... I can't have that happen," he said as he turned around and hefted his lamp-pole(?) over his shoulder. "Me and my trusty lamppost here is gonna have to stop you."

The captain and the rest of the mercenaries paused for a second before they broke out laughing. Some of them even went on to start rolling on the ground as they laughed. "You and what army?!" one of them shouted at him in mock, for apparently, this was a very catchy phrase to say at the time.

Jax tilted his head to his right. "Who said I need a army?"

With that, he jumped. Everyone gawked as that jump took him across the length of the skirmish field towards the mercenary captain. The captain, seeing him come, drew his sword and swung. Jax's lamppost came down upon the captain's head with a vengence and perhaps a yellow glow.

CUNK

The captain froze midswing... and then he fell backward.

Jax landed right in front of the horse, which didn't seem that perturbed with having a flying man appear out of nowhere. Then he walked around the horse to where the mercenary captain had fallen. His helmet had caved in, and was bleeding his brains out. The spots of grey and white in the blood pool forming around the head said as much.

He then turned to the majority of the villagers and the few mercenaries in his way.

"Imagine if I had a real weapon."

The rest of the mercenaries growled as one. "Get this upstart, boys!" one of the bold ones shouted before he charged in first.

There were a lot of lamppost shaped bruises, holes, dents, and broken prides that day.

Jax threw the last dead mercenary unto a pile, stripped of all his worldly belongings. Then he turned to the mercenaries still alive. "So? Are you guys going to leave in peace?" he asked them. Some of them were unconscious, but most of them were awake.

"Now, why did you all think about harming this village?"

"Because we were hungry," one of the mercenaries in the front replied. He got a lamp to the face.

"Then you hunt. You have bows and swords," Jax replied in return to the now unconscious man. "So this is what I'm going to do. I can either drag you all off into the forest where no one will hear you as I kill you, or I can send you back out there without a sword or a bow in your possession."

One of the downed mercenaries rose up at that. "You can't do that! There's a war going on around here! They'll kill us for sure if they find us!"

Jax looked at the mercenary. "You should've thought of that before you decided to fight me, punk," he replied. He turned back to the mercenaries in general. "So what will your choices be?"

One of the more skittish mercenaries quickly rose up. "I-I'll go out without a weapon! At least I get a chance to live then!"

Few other mercenaries looked at him with scorn and frowns, but the others quickly followed the first man's example as if a dam had broken. It wasn't long until every one of the mercenaries had decided to forgo weapons for their lives.

"And take your dead with you. I don't want your filth corrupting this little town," Jax said as he tossed one of the dead man's head at the closest mercenary. The man squealed like a pig as the severed head of the mercenary captain landed on his lap. The grandmaster at arms just laughed at that. Then he abruptly snapped at them. "Now go!"

They were gone without a fuss.

He watched them leave before all of them were out of his sight. Then he turned to the town. "There, you're all-?!" The sentence broke off as Jax caved to catch the flying and crying Maria, who was profusely thanking him.

Following Maria was her father and many of the villagers, giving him hugs, bows, and handshakes of thanks.

Jax stuttered. This was not the first time he was being thanked as he was, but it still got him nonetheless, especially when these thanks were so sincere compared to the ones he received.

Then...

Growwwllll...

Everyone paused as they heard the loud noise.

Jax scratched the back of his head.

"Is there something for me to eat?"

The village, instead of a simple meal, threw him a celebration, and prepared him a feast with as much as they could provide.

In the ancient times of Runeterra, when magic was still practiced only by the priests and shamans and where bandits were the biggest threats outside of intervillage skirmishes, there was a man known as the Architect because he constructed the first city to protect people. He led three small villages in the area he lived to come together and build a city built of wood and stone. This city gained walls, and this wall protected people where nothing else had done before.

Jax also had a similar idea.

"I wish build a city here."

The elders and the denizens of the village where Maria lived all looked at Jax with a perplexed look. They were currently in the village meeting, where only the village denizens were allowed. Jax, as their savior and slowly becoming one of the locals, was allowed to participate and speak. It had been a month since Jax came to their rescue. Since then, he had drove off two more mercenary and brigand bands by himself. He even took to helping the locals with their daily work, chopping woods and hoeing the earth for farming.

Unfortunately, the children -and secretly the adults- wanted to only take off his mask to see the "handsome" face of the savior, but he relented and refused. He dodged left and right of the children's playful attempts, and hid when the "mob" got too big for his taste. Overall, he was becoming one of the locals, and had quickly established himself leader of this tiny village.

One of the elders began to laugh, which made Jax frown behind his mask. "What's so funny?"

The laughing elder slowly let his laugh die before clearing his throat noisily. "Well, Jax, building a city here is ... preposterous."

Jax tilted his head to the side. "Why not? The soil is good, the weather is good, the people are good."

"Exactly. It'll soon become a hotbed of vikings and those southern Germans with their warring kings. As you build the city, the vikings and our neighbors will constantly raid us. Then once we finish the city, the rulers around our land will constantly seek to overwhelm and subjugate us. They will poison our waters, kill our children, and who knows what else those bastards will do for more territory... No, it is best if we remain low key."

The Grandmaster at Arms tilted his head to the side. "So the issue is ... security?"

The elders all nodded.

"I see... So if I could provide protection that could protect the entirety of the village, then there is no issue? But am I already not doing that?" he asked quickly.

One of the elders responded hastily. "We don't mean to demean you, Sir Jax, but it's just that ... one man can't protect an entire village all by himself. Eventually, he'll pass on, leaving the village undefended. If you want to build a city here, then as long as you can train others to fight like you, I will support you. Otherwise, I must disagree."

Jax stared at the man before nodding.

It was odd. The villagers would let one man defend, but if he wanted to expand, they wanted more assurance. There was logic behind what they were asking of him. One man can only do so much.

Where would he get manpower, though?

"Let's put that topic aside for now."

Jax turned to the oldest man there. "Then we're done?"

"No, we need to talk about getting you a girl."

... Eh, he'll think about recruitment later, because he needed all his focus on keeping these fiends away.