One does not need to have myopia to see less than two feet ahead of him on a windy, sand-ridden day in the Shurima Desert. Unfortunately for a certain evil little yordle, it just so happens to be the same day he decided to travel here. Veigar had heard of an ancient grimoire full of dark magic that was in possession of one of the inhabitants of this desert, and he needed more power if he was going to take over the world. The small figure in blue and black struggled through the strong winds while trying to keep his rather large hat from flying off his head. If he could, Veigar would have been cursing loud enough for that dumb weathergirl in a loincloth to hear him back at the Institute of War, but every time he tried, he ended up getting a mouthful of sand. The stupid lady probably decided to stir up the winds just to spite him, while at the same time informing him that it would be a "mildly calm" day, mildly calm day his ass. That book better be worth enough not to make Veigar blow her up the next time he sees her on the Rift.
Somehow, one way or another, he managed to locate-to be more specific, walk right into-a barely visible tent, which was miraculously the place he had spent hours looking for. At first, Veigar was confused how he had suddenly found himself indoors, but it was better than that mess outside. He brushed himself off, disregarding the fact that he was currently getting all the valuables around him covered with sand while the inhabitant was in the same room.
"I'm sorry, but are you going to polish my treasure after you're done?"
Veigar looked up to find a dark haired woman in jewel encrusted loincloth and upper wear. She had a very pissed off expression on her face. He recognized her as the renowned Battle Mistress, Sivir. She was the main reason why he had went through the trouble walking through a sandstorm for, or rather, the grimoire she had been rumored to have. Nonetheless, Veigar couldn't care less whether or not her stupid junk got dirty or not, he just wanted the stupid book from her. Also, who was she handing out orders like he was her servant?
"You're not a summoner, so stop whining to me about your garbage, I'm only here for that grimoire you keep bragging you have."
Sivir raised an eyebrow, but she walked over to one of her sacs and pulled out a thin, worn, leather-bound book with silver borders. The title was engraved on the front, but Veigar couldn't make out what it said.
"Are you talking about this Necromancy 101! book that I found in one of the pyramids last week?"
"Necromancy?! I thought it contained dark magic from the ancient times!" Sivir smirked at the fact that Veigar had traveled all this way only to find out that the facts were not entirely right. He wanted to crush that liar with dark matter, but considering the weather outside, it would have been a bad idea. Plus, he didn't go through a disastrous sandstorm only to return empty-handed. "Fine, whatever, I'll take the goddamn book, how much do you want for it?!"
"3,300 gold, and an extra 200 for getting my valuables dirty, and another 500 if you're gonna stay here until the storm passes," Sivir replied.
"SHIT! I don't have the money for that, you fool! I was already stuck out there for hours in winds that was probably created by Teemo's fart, and now you rip me off of a stupid amateur handbook!" Veigar readied his staff at the mercenary. Now, he was way too angry to remember that there was a sandstorm outside, he just wanted to blow Sivir to bits.
Sivir must have seen it coming, because after he had unleashed his barely contained anger (and had realized what a stupid mistake it was), Sivir was nowhere to be found. However, there was a bigger problem to worry about now. Veigar's blast had blown away half the tent, and now he remembered the reason why he didn't turn this place into powder sooner. The sandstorm had seemed bad before, but now it seemed to have gotten much worse.
Veigar decided he would rather take Teemo's farts to the face for a whole week than deal with Shurima's crazy weather, because now it's raining as well. As if wind and sand wasn't enough. He held tightly to his hat and staff, trying to take one step after another against the brutal winds. He only made a few steps before he tripped on something and fell face first into the sand.
Part of him wanted to turn this place into a second Crystal Scar, but even a powerful wizard like Veigar couldn't complete such a feat alone-not yet, at least. So instead, he took a few deep breaths (as deep as he can without getting sand in his mouth and nostrils, anyways) , and took a look at what he had tripped on.
It was actually the book that that swindling lady tried get him to buy. The title, Necromancy 101!, was written on the cover in silver, curly letters. Turns out, it was actually much heavier than it looked, and the cover didn't even flip open, despite the winds. After so much trouble he went through, all he got was some necromancy book for beginners.
Still, Veigar bent over and picked it up, it was a lot heavier than he thought, and tucked it into his cloak. Even if it wasn't what he had expected, maybe he could use it for…something else.
He blinked, he had thought he had left his past behind him, but just now…
Veigar shook his head, trying to get it cleared. Great, now not only is this storm making it hard for him to travel, it's starting to give him weird thoughts.
He squinted. Ahead, there was nothing he could see except more desert, but there wasn't much else he could do. Sighing, he trudged on, hoping to find another source of shelter he could hole up in until the storm passes.
Sivir had been hiding under the rubble, and had waited until the demented yordle had walked a fair distance from the destruction he had just caused. She knew the weather was bad, but not that bad. Even though she had supported her last game, Sivir should have known better than to trust Janna's weather predictions. Seriously, whether or not she dressed like one, Janna was not a weathergirl.
However, there were bigger problems to worry about. That damn yordle had destroyed half her treasure, and the other half is currently being covered in sand and water, and no way is she going to be able to carry it back now that her cart had also become part of the destruction. Whatever, her first priority is to get out of the storm. She looked around while trying to keep the rain and sand out of the eyes. After a while, she finally found the nigh invisible path towards the nearby village. As bad as this storm was, it was not the worst, and only a person who had lived in the Shurima all her life would have the eyes to fish out the hard to find signs that would signify possible safety.
Sivir was pretty sure Veigar couldn't have seen the path, and despite the fact that she was still pissed at him for destroying her goods, she couldn't help but worry about him a little. He was a fellow participant in the League, after all, even if they were not always on the same side. She remembered a nursery rhyme in her childhood, about how the spirit of a dead prince would lure those lost and alone in the desert to his resting place, and then trap them forever. Though, she didn't really believe in those kinds of things anymore, the Shurima Desert is a brutal place for those unfamiliar to it.
However, she couldn't waste time searching for him in this kind of weather. Maybe she should have stopped him before he had left on his own, but she didn't want to risk being dead permanently.
