Runeterra: A land filled with magic. Simple as that. Oh, and some species mixed in as well, who all lived in peace. You had the Bracken, Dragons, Faerie, Frozen watchers, Minotaur's, Trolls, Undead, Yordles and finally humans.
Right after the Rune wars, out of town-ers decided to crash the party. The void opened up, people were ascended, Iceborn were frozen, Spirits came to exist and some celestials had nothing to do, so they came to Runeterra to fuck around. Both literally and metaphorically.
Christ, (If there is one) that's a lot of species. Aurelion must have been drunk when making this planet.
If he could drink.
Anyways, Runeterra was still a young planet, only a few millennia, so the earlier "scuffles" between the species had consisted of angry grunting, throwing stones, and pissing on the opposition. Both literally and metaphorically. Again. They were the adolescence of their species, so nothing was set in stone. They were just idiots trying to find their way of life.
That was until magic was discovered.
Skipping all the boring bloodshed, here were the key points in history.
-Magic made everyone not dumb.
-Not dumb people made communities
-Communities started wars
-World runes were found, and the World runes = Atomic bomb x 5
-"Insert Rune war"
-People evolved from the war
-"Insert Rune war two"
-Smaller wars started to happen
- Smart people made the institute of war
-The institute of war made wars go away by hosting smaller wars where people couldn't die.
To put it in more detail, the institute of war realized that the wars that were constantly fought out had been slowly turning the world into a hellscape. The last two Rune Wars altered the landscape. Magic fueled storms caused power breaks in Piltover. Bilgewater was drenched by its storms. Sandstorms wrecked havoc in Shurima's main city states. It was theorized that another War would tear the world apart.
So the institute of war was created to make an end to the wanton destruction. Essentially, the institue of war was the governing power of Valoran. All disputes between different city states were handled within a arena of sorts.
This was called The Summonors Rift. A magical arena where each team of five champions would fight each other, in order to bring the oppositions nexus down.
The best part?
No one would die.
And this story is set in the Institute of war.
-and that's why we're going to therapy.
So tell me, what prompted you to go to, uh.. what was it again ?
You didn't listen to a single word I said, didn't you?
... Yes.
I can hear your hesitation Rhasst.
No you can't.
... Yes I can.
No you can't.
Yes. I. Can.
No you can't.
"THEN ACT LIKE THE GODS-DAMNED MILLENIAN-OLD WEAPON YOU ARE !"
...
The room fell silent, summonors and civilians alike, staring at the man whom had just shouted obscenities to a single deity who lived in the sky. A few years ago, none would have heeded the insult to deities as anything special, but after the induction of Aurelian Sol into the League, people had quickly learned to shut up about bad mouthing god(s).
The first few offenders were, well, eviscerated.
Fortunately, the first few offenders were shown how nauseating the experience was when a champion re-spawned.
A summonor had the hindsight of champions causing untimely deaths by accidents ranging from (but not limited to); being burnt alive, being crushed by a pile of walking stones, being poisoned by mushrooms haphazardly left around by a specific furry midget, and funnily enough, being killed listening to a lich singing badly. So a immortality field was set up with the blessing of Kindred, stopping all accidental deaths within the league.
Even she was done with this shit.
Thankfully for the hooded man, Champions weren't allowed to turn other champions into a pile of twitching flesh and bones outside the rift, as it would cause complete disarray to the said champion's city state. He carried onward, pointedly ignoring the crowd. After all, they were all beneath his attention.
And so, he continued forward towards his assigned door, one that all champions feared. Even the ever proud citizens of Noxus, (who would forever deny), their hatred for such a simple and mundane task to be their downfall.
It was none other than ...
Therapy.
So, um.
Yeah.
This whole 'Tales of valoran' is just a side project for my own enjoyment.
If you have a idea you would like me to persue, just P.M me or leave a comment.
No lemons.