Where am I? Where is Valor? Why can't I move? Wait, is that rope around my wrists? No, rope does not feel cold, it must be metal. Why is it so hard to open my eyes? What is going on?
Quinn painfully opens her eyes and looked around. She was sitting with her hands chained in rusty iron above her head, and her legs were tied together with rope. Quinn let out a muffled gasp, her mouth was gagged with cloth or something, she was not sure what exactly it was. The perpetrators certainly did a good job to make sure she wouldn't escape easily.
Valor was nowhere in sight, so Quinn was a little relieved that Valor most likely escaped. With that thought in mind, Quinn began to collect herself and adjust to the current situation.
The first thing Quinn noticed was her lack of armor. Quinn wore light armor, preferring agility over durability, but any sign of armor was gone. Quinn sighed, she only had her leather suit and her boots. She was alone in the room, at least her captors were not around.
Quinn searched the room or her equipment. Without much light, it was hard to see anything. After scanning the room for a good minute, Quinn gave up looking. Nothing. Not a single arrow bolt was found.
It was the first time Quinn got a good look at the dark room. A single ray of light shone in the room from a small cell-like window. The room itself was not large, and despite the lack of light, Quinn could clearly see the corners of the room. A table with two benches, on opposite side of the table, occupied a large portion of the room. There was another table, a smaller one that was at one of the far corners, but the lack of light prevented Quinn from distinguishing the objects on the table. On the far end of the room, there was a wooden door. Quinn looked up to see the post she was chained to, nothing special about the post either.
With nothing to do, Quinn tried to recall the chain of events that led to this predicament. Her head hurt a little, and her body was sore. Quinn was somewhat relieved that at least she didn't go down without a fight, but it annoyed her that she was caught in the first place. With difficulty, Quinn began to piece together the events that happened prior.
The elite duo known as Demacia's Wings were undertaking a scouting mission for the king. Ever since the successful revival of the Noxus champion Sion, there were other reports of fallen Noxus soldiers being revived in the Noxus fortresses near the border between Noxus and Demacia. Although necromancy was looked down upon in the shining city-state of Demacia, the king had wisely decided to obtain information regarding the resurrection of Sion and ordered the Demacian magicians to look for a method to reverse this sorcery. However, Noxus is not a land for Demacians to tread lightly, countless lives have been sacrificed with no real gain during the conflict between the two city-states. Not to mention that Noxus fortresses are heavily fortified that even the most agile and cunning Demacian spies would have difficulty penetrating the defenses. This mission was dangerous, and required the utmost care. The king knew he had other matters to attend to, but this was also a pressing matter that would spiral out of control if it was not dealt with, thus failure was not an option.
The king chose Quinn and Valor to undertake this mission. Quinn and Valor have proven themselves as one of the best, if not the best, scouts in Demacia. Having fought in the League of Legends, Quinn and Valor's battle experience was only matched by the other Demacian champions, certainly above veteran soldiers in the Demacian army. While other Demacian champions favored raw strength and gracefulness, Quinn and Valor preferred stealth, speed, and accuracy. There was no better choice, a letter to Quinn and Valor was promptly sent, and the mission to scout Noxus' fortress was given to the elite duo.
Quinn and Valor left Demacia the night they received the mission. She sent Valor flying into the skies to scout ahead, it was a routine that Quinn had devised so that Valor could warn her about incoming troops. Quinn had many missions where she would infiltrate the enemy lines, and this one was no different. Quinn had undertaken much more deadly missions than infiltrating a fortress. The night was still young, there was plenty of time to reach the Noxian borders unnoticed. Valor covered the skies and the potential threats, while Quinn covered the ground and disposed of the current threats. This was a near-perfect combination of tactics and strategy employed by the duo, which lead them to their fame.
The trekk to the Noxian border was a far one. Demacia was located far from Noxus, and the duo had to make frequent stops at outposts located along the path to Noxus. After several days, Quinn could sense the atmosphere change. The sky became darker, and the pungent smell of death and decay became stronger, noise of animals were mostly gone, and the land was soon devoid of vibrant vegetation.
As they approached the Noxian borders, Quinn began to feel uneasy. While this mission was light compared to several of her recent missions, Quinn could not help but wonder if her luck had run out. Ever since her rise to fame, Noxus's security had become tighter and tighter around their borders. Although Quinn was used to jumping between Noxus and Demacia while undetected, she could not shake off the uneasiness that maybe she would not succeed.
The feeling was quickly replaced by a surge of confidence when Quinn heard Valor's screech. To anyone else, it would sound like a random bird at night, but this was a special signal known only to Quinn alone. This was Valor's sign that no immediate threats were incoming for at least a mile away. Quinn began to build confidence, it would be a quick and easy mission. She would cross the border, sneak like she did to the nearest Noxian fortress, take note of their activities, and sneak back out.
Something was not right. This was too easy, in fact, this was reminiscent of Quinn's first infiltration. On her subsequent trips, Quinn had encountered Noxus patrols, and even had to dispose an armed scout party by herself. The security on the borders seemed more lax, maybe her luck was still holding strong and the patrol had already gone by. It was entirely possible that Quinn simply arrived at a good time, after all, the Noxus border is quite long, and it was unreasonable to keep watch every inch of the border.
Quinn spotted a sizeable growth of vegetation. This would be the last bush before she would cross the border and look for another place to hide. She took a deep breath, steadied her breathing, and readied herself for the mission.
It was then that Quinn felt a blunt weapon collide with the back of her head. Everything was fading away, Quinn could feel her strength dissipating. She collapsed on the ground, turned herself, and counted at least three hooded figures. She tried to raise her arm with the crossbow, but lacked the strength to keep her arm steady. Her arms both dropped, and the crossbow fell out of her hands. Before long, her eyes closed, and her consciousness faded.