After the League – A League of Legends Fanfiction by Deathlark. Chapter 1, The Kill Heard Across the World
AUTHA'S MUDDAFUGGIN NOTE: WHAT IS THIS YOU MIGHT ASK DEATHLARK? A LOL FANFICTION?
GET BACK TO WORK AND-
NO SHUT THE *()& ()*$&^%)(* &)(#*%& )(*%& UP I DO WHAT I WANT
LEAGUE OF LEGENDS IS ANOTHER SANDBOX GAME IN MY OPINION AND I CAME UP WITH THIS AND DAMNIT IT WONT GET OUT OF MY HEAD SO EFF OFF AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!
Okay, now that that rant was done, I've been away for unreasonable amounts of time for reasons. I picked up League, and although I suck at it, I love the lore and characters. So this brewed up in my mind, and I went through with it.
These are going to be short blurbs but there's going to be a lot of them. I'm thinking 1.5k to 2.5k words per chapter with the exclusion of beefing so yeah, short.
Please enjoy~
(Little warning, I've studied a lot of the League Lore… Things may fly across some of your heads, but don't let this deter you from reading)
AUTHA'S MUDDAFUGGIN DISCLAIMER: Riot owns League. Not me.
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It was a normal day in Runeterra.
Nothing big, just the normal match of champions brawling it out.
The summoners were doing their job.
The match was a decisive one, equal teams with equal skill. On the blue side was Kennen, Blitzcrank, Lux, Kog'Maw, and Amumu. The blue side had Janna, Draven, Nocturne, Warwick, and Galio. Many of the turrets were destroyed, and team fights had broken out. Now 50 minutes into the game, there was an ambitious wait for the big push.
The campus in which these fights take place is secure. Unlike the Crystal Spire, the summoner's rift is a realm solely created for these fights.
The calamity must have occurred from within, as none could enter the match.
But there were ways around it.
More than 10 summoners could be manipulating the rift at once.
A malevolent batch of summoners had been waiting, and stormed the League's primary control ground for the summoner's rift matches. They quickly overthrew the men with the help of Malzahar and forced the summoners to keep going on.
Abruptly, Malzahar, Cho'Gath, Kha'Zix, and Nocturne suddenly swarmed the rift with pre-requisite items. Trinity Forces, Phantom Dancers, Bloodthirsters, and everything else most desired by summoners.
Malzahar was testing if the rift could withstand more than 10 champions at once, in which it clearly could.
It didn't blow over well. Quickly, the people thought this was an abrupt invasion and operation to destroy the league. Authorities and champions quickly rushed to the summoner's ground in the Institute and saw Malzahar.
He took off running, and was chased. The rogue summoners were killed for their disregard.
Poppy, Garen, and Master Yi were all chasing down Malzahar. He was pushed to the forest nearby, hoping to escape to the territory of Noxus.
Sion was on his normal stroll around the Institute's peaceful grounds. He suddenly saw Malzahar rip by, running as if a squad of bloodthirsty Demacians were coming his way. Sion was confused. Why was the prophet of the void so scared?
Sion readied his axe and prepared to smash whatever came his way.
He readied and swung as soon as he heard rustling.
A single scream was let out.
Sion had no clue what he caused. Poppy's untimely death was too abrupt for words. Conflict would boil over into outrage.
Yordles became extremely resilient and started to resent every interaction made. Including decisions among their own.
The normal populous of cities like Ionia, Noxus, and Demacia all started suffering similar issues. Many conflicts arose amongst each other, even separating the closest of friends like Garen and Jarvan IV.
Sion was treated as a death bringer and was laid back to rest. It was the only punishment they could find suitable.
The members of the Shadow Isles had an idea to settle the conflict. Simply restore order by going to the leaders of the Institute and demand order.
It turned bloody. Innocents were slaughtered unwillingly when the Institute's guards tried to force them out. A massive bloodshed ripped out in the Institute, caused by the members of the Shadow Isles. No champions were slain, but Ezreal came dangerously close.
The Institute started getting irritated, especially by the near killing of Ezreal. Losing two champions had been enough. The authorities wanted a way to stop the violence, but the divides amongst champions had become too deep.
In one meeting, the authorities were there, when suddenly Swain, the Master Tactician, presented the Institute with none other than a glorious plan. The Institute held an unaccountable amount of magic, as displayed their abrupt stalling of Kalamanda town before, and turning it into the famous Crystal Spire. Swain knew that power was a glorious, influential source, and that the Institute could use it for their intentions.
Normally, Ezreal, an important figure in the Institute, would deter such drastic measures. But his near death, and that of other champions, swayed him to allow Swain to go ahead and show the Institute's magic dominance once again.
The grand mages of the institute would release their power to solidify the boundaries of the countries in Valoran. Walls would magically be put up at the borders of the territories. None would climb over them, none would destroy them. It would be an abrupt and very disrupting way to settle the conflicts, but it should work over time.
Out of nowhere, during the ritual, Swain stood upon the altar which Ezreal was helping to start the process. Soraka and Karma were there to aid in the ritual as well, and were suddenly imprisoned against the wall. Swain imprisoned the mages doing the process, and did his best to stall Ezreal.
The Prodigal Explorer didn't give up without a fight. Although a seemingly nice and friendly man, Ezreal was fierce. Immediately, he broke into a fight against Swain.
The fight started to disrupt the ritual. The mages continued to cast, actually unaware of the issue and too focused.
The blows from Ezreal and Swain started to mix with the ritual. The magic started becoming volatile.
Ezreal used his Trueshot Barrage to solidify a defeating blow, and defeat did the attack accomplish. Swain was launched back to the altar in a violent blast of ultimate magic. His thoughts went into the very process.
Suddenly, the mages vanished into thin air. A great ball of energy stood in the middle of the room. Swain smiled, and Ezreal was afraid. He tried to stop Swain, but he was already too intrigued by the ball.
Swain immediately gained power. He slammed Ezreal and locked him to the floor of the room. Swain started becoming corrupt with foreign knowledge of summoners, powers, and limitless strength.
Ezreal desperately tried to escape, but it was futile. Swain's eyes glowed bright blue, and the ball exploded, blinding everything from the Great Barrier to Ionia. Not even Swain knew what happened.
When all the champions came to be, they were all in a room, imprisoned inside cells and cages. Swain stood in the middle of a great circle in which everyone was looking. Swain gave out simple orders:
"You are all going to return to Valoran, which is now in a new world. The skies are dark, the ground creaks, and the seas ache with every wave. Any 3 of you must retrieve the great artifacts of Kra'Jul and bring them to the Mig'Vulz altar. Those who achieve this shall become the greatest that Valoran knows, the best there is, the kings of everything! Killing each other will send those back to their homeland weaker every time they are slain. 5 times, and they return to this realm to wait for the new beginning. There are no other rules.
Ah, and there can be less than 3, but sensibly, you should group up to be safest. There are no other rules from here. Good luck. AHAHAHAHA!" Swain laughed as everyone went to their random destination. Some near each other, others far. The inhabitants of Valoran were now scared people, unsure of what purpose they have, what's going on, and who to trust. The lands lay in war and despair, and much else lay ahead.
And so it had started with the killing of poppy, the kill heard across the world. It had now evolved into a completely new prospect. What had happened at the Institute though? Was this an illusion? A trick by Swain? Just what was happening?
The champions were very confused by this prospect, and some hard feelings were transferred over. Then again, some good intentions were transferred over as well.
In the end, the League was over. The Institute was an empty shell in this new Valoran. None were sure what would happen when these fragments were returned. Swain had set up a foreboding and confusing world that had more questions to be answered than ever.
So the story of what happened after the league begins. Our champions now lie blank across the fields of Valoran with their objectives in mind and plans at hand. While many were ambitious, all were unsure of what was to come.
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