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Azir looked at his city, how magnificent it had become. He had worked day and night creating every building from memory by rising them up from the sands, his now ascended form gave him the immense power to do so. The people would soon flock to his marvelous city, he was sure of it. Nasus would be proud to see how well he replicated the Shurima of old. And now it is finally done, ready to be inhabited.
Shurima was reborn.
There was one last thing he needed to do though, one last thing he needed to build; The Dais of Ascension. Shurima would surely have need of the Ascended once more in a time of great peril.
Then Azir remembered the past.
Xerath, his most trusted bondsman, betrayed him and took his place beneath the Sun Disc, becoming Ascended and effectively committing genocide. The people of Shurima turned into dust thanks to his betrayal. Azir still remembers the painful deaths they suffered, the horrified faces of his family right before they realized they would die.
He grasped for his heart, the memory became too much to bear.
"No!" He yelled to sky," This won't ever happen again!" He swore. Xerath would be punished; Azir would not rest until justice will be served.
Shurima needed allies, his memory taught him that much. If Shurima would stand on its own again, it would only be a matter of time before a new power-hungry betrayer would stab him in the back.
But he knew nothing of Valoran in this time and had no idea where to look for allies in the first place. He would need counsel from his most trusted; Nasus and Sivir. In time, Shurima will become a city-state that could match the other city-states that make up Valoran, and then it would become so much greater.
Shurima will once again stretch the horizon, he was sure of it.
He will fight for it.
A full moon lit the roofs of the Noxian mansions. It was a rainy night, the kind of night that brought werewolves and vampires to your doorstep in fairy tales. Except now it brought a bird with money instead of blood on his mind.
Sithiss traversed the roofs of the mansions in the upper district, the giant skull-shaped mountain looming over him. He had spent a week living in the shadows thanks to Noxus' Xenophobic tendencies; he wanted out.
But to do that, he needed money.
Noxus' aristocracy was housed in mansions at the centre of the city. In the middle of it all stood a giant castle on top of a skull-shaped mountain; truly a magnificent site to behold. And as with any mansion, it housed the most powerful of all Noxus. These residences contained wealth beyond the common folk's imagination, and Sithiss knew just how to break into these.
Now the avian didn't care much for money, but he needed it and wasn't planning on working for it. He would just grab some quick gold and then get out of Noxus, he stayed here for over a week and hadn't gotten anything out of it yet.
He looked for allies but he couldn't find them, he looked knowledge but nobody taught him. The only thing he could do here was join the military, which he sure as hell wouldn't.
There was still much to learn about the Noxian people though, but he wanted to travel to Zaun and Piltover. Those places were the pinnacles of technological marvel or so he was told. He was incredibly curious about the present-day technology; he has only heard stories after all and seen an odd trinket here and there.
The avian was looking for an unguarded place to steal from, and found one soon enough. At least, it looked like there was nobody on outside and inside, and that was good enough. Sithiss climbed down from the roof on the balcony and picked the lock to what appeared to be an empty bedroom.
The first signs of wealth were immediately visible. Shiny marbles were haphazardly arranged almost everywhere he looked. In the tables, the chairs, even the bed itself was like it was made of money. Sithiss actually had to contain his laughter at the tasteless display of wealth before him.
Sithiss was interested though. He was curious about who lived here, how he obtained his wealth, what kind of life he led, what his position in the Noxian hierarchy was. He believed he could peer into the essence of the Noxian spirit by investigating this man's residence, whoever he was.
The man, who was named Henry Jiggfelt he soon learned, loved luxury to the extreme. As Sithiss scoured the house for valuable trinkets he found everything to be tastelessly composed. There was just a lot of silver and gold engraved in even the most mundane things, like teaspoons. Even the bath was made of the stuff.
The entire house was empty, which struck him as strange considering the amount of material wealth there was to be found here. Sithiss didn't look a gift horse in the mouth though.
There was a big portrait of this Jiggfelt and his family above the fireplace in the living room. The stern looking man must've been Jiggfelt together with his rather static looking wife and a shy looking son. It seemed out of place with the rest of the interior.
As Sithiss kept on wandering through the house he stumbled upon a locked a door.
Sithiss was overtaken by an immense sense of curiosity. Why was this door locked when all the others weren't? The man must've wanted to hide something really badly in there that he locked it. It could also be to prevent his son from entering surely, but Sithiss had to know.
The avian tried to pick the lock, but he failed. He tried for what seemed like an hour to no avail. Deciding against his better judgment, he kicked open the door with brute force. The door opened loudly with the hinges screaming bloody murder.
He found himself inside a study, with bookcases on the sides and a single desk at the middle of the room. As Sithiss walked up to the desk he saw reports and papers stacked orderly on the desk. This man had a job in the military or so it seemed. The reports were mainly about battles with Demacia and about exceptional individuals, both from Noxus and Demacia as well as other city-states.
Sithiss took out a few reports to glance at. The first had a picture that was clipped to it of a flamboyant looking man with giant Axes on his back. "Draven, The Glorious Executioner" It read. The man makes a spectacle of the executions he carries out. Another report told of a Silver haired woman with a tanned skin. "Riven, MIA." A capable woman who they lost in the battle against Ionia.
Then, he found a familiar face on one of the reports. The red-haired, green-eyed woman he had met the other day was staring at him with glaring eyes from the paper. "Katarina Du Couteau, The Sinister Blade." Sithiss wasn't surprised to find her here; she seemed like the military type. It told the story of how she got her scar, after which she was judged dutiful. Her loyalty however was in question, another name was written on the paper; "G. Crownguard."
After indulging himself in his nosiness and reading some more reports, he found one that especially piqued his interest. It was the report of "Jericho Swain, The Master Tactician." The report contained a letter. It immediately dawned to Sithiss that this specific letter was the one thing not meant to be found; a short letter, but with major implications. Sithiss got to reading.
To General H. Jiggfelt,
I urge you to prepare with great haste, the plan will not be postponed as previously discussed. Swain will fall fortnight, you will then take his place as leader of our great city. I hope I have informed you adequately.
-AD
The avian's eyes glistened in the dark, he saw for himself an opportunity. There was no need to leave Noxus just yet.
If he ratted this man, this Henry Jiggfelt, he could gain invaluable allies here in Noxus. Having the most powerful people from the most powerful city-state as friends would be incredibly beneficial.
Suddenly, loud noise came from the main hall of the mansion, startling the Avian. Sithiss could hear a couple of men enter the place. They were well armed as evidenced by the clinking of metal. They spread quickly throughout the mansion in search for a certain burglar.
"Shit." He muttered under his breath. Someone from outside must've heard or seen him, or maybe breaking the door was actually loud enough to reach that far.
Sithiss grabbed both the reports of Swain and Katarina left the study.
The men got closer at a rapid pace. Sithiss ran back the way he came, lowering his hood over his head so he wouldn't be seen.
"There he is!" He heard a man shout behind him who was already in view. They were faster than he anticipated.
When he got to the bedroom where he entered via the balcony, he received a sudden blow to his face. He hadn't seen it coming in the dark.
His hood shoved back and revealed his face as he fell.
His assailant, a woman, widened her eyes in surprise. "… the fuck?" She muttered.
Sithiss jumped up and shoved the woman against the wall, sprinted towards the balcony and jumped towards the next building, effectively fleeing the guards that chased him.
He sprinted silently over the roofs without stopping for a good ten minutes before letting himself relax. He was sure that he couldn't be followed the way he traversed the roofs.
The avian made sure nobody would see him as he descended. Then he headed towards the inn he had rented a room since a week back. He slammed some money on the bar and stormed towards his room before the bartender could say anything.
He shut the door behind him, taking a couple of deep breaths before releasing the tension he had build up in his shoulders.
"Fuck…" Sithiss whispered. He was seen now, breaking into some important bloke's private residence would not give him the attention he wanted.
He needed to get the report he stole to this Swain. Not only will that clean his name, he would also be rewarded handsomely, he was sure of it.
For now, Sithiss would rest. They wouldn't find him here, not tonight anyway.