Hey guys! I've been playing with an idea around my head regarding the League of Legends. What if... the League was attacked? It compelled me to write something, just for fun and to test the water and to (hopefully) get some feedback. I like all sorts of criticism, both constructive and negative.
It was tough between the champions I would choose in this, and for whatever reason I believed that Varus and Vayne would fit together very well. Their names both started with "V", 5 characters each. Their stories are similar, but they both took two different paths, yet seek the same target.
Varus grit his teeth. He unleashed another flurry of arrows, calmly breathing between every pull and release. He followed the eighth arrow by conjuring his hatred and his energy into the next arrow. It began humming, glowing hotter and hotter.
His rage was easy to bring forth. For a man who was in a catch like him hate was an emotion he could call on so easily. While it would be even easier if his opponent had a Noxian background, he would have to rely on the sorrow of his slain family, and his failed goals to power him. That's not hard. Not even close.
He let loose the final arrow, watching carefully to see if it would meet it's mark. The other arrows were fodder, to lead her to where his actual target was. His opponent fell for the trap, or so he thought. He could only glare before his opponent tumbled away from the last arrow before firing bolts straight back at him forcing him to duck behind the tree he was using for cover.
Vayne narrowed her eyes. He was more of a predator than he was prey. That was for sure, which was exciting for her whenever she was on the fields of justice. It was more than just... hunting for Vayne, it was... fighting. It allowed her to hone in on her acrobatic and combat skills. To which she was use to hunt the villains and those who corrupted themselves in search for power. Varus was exactly that.
Vayne felt mixed emotions as she pulled the large repeating crossbow off her back. Here was a man who was consumed to the darkness, the lust and corruption of power, but for a reason just like herself. His family was taken from him, he was powerless to stop them. Consumed with his own lust for vengeance, he gave in to his carnal desires for power and succumbed to the darker magics. It was distracting and petty to think about this now, but at the very least she gave him credit to his devotion for revenge.
Varus was very accustomed by now on his ability to conjure arrows out of thin air. The next volley would be a handful of them. He looked down at his hand, and they came. Corrupted tendrils that hardened like steel before his hand. He grasped them firmly, and pulled back the energy of the bow, readying for the next confrontation.
Vayne held the grip on her crossbow tightly. This would be the final hour for Varus. With a burst of speed and a giant intake of air she tumbled out of her brush and headed straight for Varus under the cover of the shadow.
Varus peeked around the corner as soon as he heard the clinking of the bolts of his opponents quiver. She was on the move, and she was headed straight for him. He unleashed a hail of arrows on the suspected area. The arrows desecrated the ground, leaving an area of tainted energy. Varus noticed some of the energy to behave strangely, edging itself towards the East.
She was there.
Varus roared and unleashed a massive amount of corrupted power into the brush. The large snake-like purple tentacles flew into the brush, eager to descend on any thing that was living. He didn't take a chance and drew an arrow and drew it with fervor. It hummed and began to grow in strength and size.
Before he had the chance to fire, a large crossbow bolt fired out of the brush. The giant bolt slammed straight into Varus' chest with so much force it blew him back into the wall impaling him.
Out of the bush came Vayne, her large crossbow in hand. It was already reloaded, and she held it out with a large grin on her face. She fired another bolt, this one piercing his left hand. The bow materialized and Varus let out a growl of pain.
She reloaded her crossbow bolt quickly, showing off her prowess in her agility by throwing the bolt in the air before catching it first.
"You have been condemned!" Vayne cried out and fired the third and would be final shot. Vayne smiled, the poisonous silver crossbow bolt was headed straight for his head. Varus inhaled quickly, the pain from the crossbow bolts in his chest and hand making him lose focus.
Suddenly, a loud explosion of energy erupted in front of Varus. The bolt bounced off of it, and through that explosion of energy came a portal. Out of the portal flew a large dagger that was headed straight for Vayne. The sudden surprise of the appearance threw her off, but she managed to tumble out of the way. The dagger however managed to still slice generously on her leg.
Vayne cried out and fell onto the ground, her giant crossbow rolling away from her. From the portal a man clad in his notably blue attire. "Fear not, Varus." Shen spoke, making his way towards Vayne.
Shen moved fast and lightly, placing one hand on the handle of his Ninjato. He readied the death blow, pulling out the blade and dashing up to Vayne. Vayne fired from where she was from the ground. The hand-crossbow that she mounted on her right hand shot round after round from a rotating bolt-chamber.
The bolts flew but they never met their mark. Shen moved swiftly and dodged every bolt. It almost appeared as though the bolts hit him, but for some reason they did not touch him. She gasped when Shen finally reached her. "For honor!" Shen cried, before a mechanical swish was heard.
A giant yellow hand glasped suddenly on Shen's stomach, and within an instant Shen was pulled out of sight. Vayne had been saved from Shen temporarily, she put her attention back on Varus. He had freed his hand and with a spurt of emotion he grasped the newly constructed bow in his hand.
Vayne knew she had to have the better draw than Varus and quickly reloaded her hand-crossbow. Her bolt slid in place and she aimed the weapon and pulled the trigger, just as Varus released the string of his own arrow.
In a showdown of arrows, they had slain each other. Varus' lifeless body hung against the arcane tree, while water slowly passed by Vayne's impaled body that lay in the river. The rules that follow next were simple. They had not actually "died," but rather they were avatars for the Summoners themselves. The match was still ongoing but even so a rule was broken.
Varus suddenly was ejected out of the summoner's field. Varus cussed as his body hit the ground roughly, the force that shot him out of the field was incredible. He looked up at the other summoner fields that were in position.
He was in the isolation chamber, his own that was in his quarters. It was here that he was able have his body used as an avatar for the raging summoner wars that were dragged across Summoner's Rift, Crystal Scar, and the Proving Grounds.
He raised an arm to rub his head, looking at the summoner's field he was confused. It was still...active. The summoner's field was a small platform that emitted blue energy, the rune inscriptions resembled that of Ryze's tattoos. When it was out of use, no light emitted, but here it was in front of Varus shining brightly.
"What..." Varus turned to the door, he noticed the normal rune prison that protects the champions such as himself from outside tampering was deactivated. "What the hell is going on..." Varus moved to the door, opening it by sliding it.
There was always two guards positioned in front of any champions' chambers who was participating in a match. Always. Yet, the hallway was very empty. One of the other doors opened, revealing a confused Vayne as well.
"Varus." She said, in an almost questioning tone but more of a greeting if he was able to acknowledge it correctly.
"Where are the guards...and why are we out here?" Varus asked.
"Something is stirring under the shadow. The League never allows their champions to be wandering about in mid-match, much less there to be no...security to protect the defenseless." Vayne spat the last word, she was getting frustrated.
"I'm going to investigate. This reeks of malicious intent." Vayne started moving to the exit of the champions summoning quarters.
Varus grit his teeth. The corrupted energy that was bubbling at his legs and arms were energetic. They moved even quicker, clashing against the runes that protected the rest of his body. The air was tainted with something...sinister, no other reason would the energy react this way. He decided he would follow Vayne.
Their walk down the hallway was interrupted by a sudden earthquake. The ground shook with such tremendous force, that the floor beneath them and the walls themselves cracked slightly.
"Trouble." Varus said, eyes scanning the ceiling above them.
"Shh!" Vayne quickly pushed Varus to the side of the hallway, much to his disapproval of being shoved he obliged with her. They hid behind a pillar that was placed out of the way.
"What-"
"-I said shh, fool!" Vayne harshly whispered. He waited, and then the sound of many footsteps could be heard. Metal clanking against the ground over and over again. There was a bunch of them, probably at least twelve pairs of them. They came closer, and passed both Varus and Vayne.
Vayne and Varus was both surprised at the outfit they were wearing. It was nothing they were familiar with. The men were clad in steel-clad armor that had partial rune-protection markings on them. The armor was spaced, but covered most of their abdomen, shoulders, and legs. The armor was shaded very darkly, black paint with blue rune inscriptions.
They were mostly men, but they could depict a few female soldiers in the mass of metal and weapons. The weapons themselves were nothing extraordinary, most likely of a metal that was forged like everything else on Valoran. Steel, and if some of the soldiers were lucky, Merculite, some of the finer ores.
They were holding some sort of pulsating mechanical device. It seemed heavy, it required three of the twelve were holding it up while the others seemed like a guard. They stood in front of one of the summoning quarters.
"Their purpose seems dark." Varus whispered. Vayne nodded and kept watching, her left hand placed across the crossbow on her right, flipping a switch.
The door itself was encoded with rune magic, it did not require any outside source of energy to power the inscriptions that protected it. It was at least a meter thick of solid Terrancrite, the strongest steel that could be forged and typically used for foundations. There was no way to open the door unless you were on the inside or the door guards allowed you in.
For this instance the guards were absent, but one of the soldiers still held a key. He inserted it into the slot and the door mechanism began unlocking itself.
The three soldiers who were holding the machine gently laid it on the ground. It appeared to be some sort of column piece that was powered by some arcane and/or void magic. The piece glowed with a vivid blue and purple light through veins that ran up and down the metallic structure. It hummed, and a few parts moved in strange jointed movements.
Vayne and Varus immediately felt a strange shift in the air around them. It was as if the moisture of the atmosphere became terribly dense, and it felt dampening and heavy.
The door finally opened, and there revealed a woman who was looking rather confused. She was young, absolutely stunning, and her hair seemed to flow as if it was lighter than gravity. Janna held her scepter, and was...strangely enough, standing on the ground.
"What...what's going on here?" Janna whispered. Suddenly, the men standing in front of the door lunged at Janna, swinging their blades and spears at her. The clang of a parry could be heard, and instantly Varus and Vayne dove into the action to save Janna.
The only question was, as they readied their bows and fired their first shots was "What the hell is going on in the League?"
So! Whatcha think?
I've begun progress on my second chapter. Will be uploading soon. Or so help me someone should strike me down, lmao.