Chapter 3: New Political Organization of Valoran
AN: So, it seems like my OC actually belongs to Darude. Well, I don't care. Anyways, here, have a chapter! This one has an self-explanatory title. I hope all you readers like this one. Plot is developing here. :D
"The reason I called you… I called you here to suggest an alliance." Xerath said.
"An… Alliance?" Asked Syndra, her disbelief obvious from her reaction.
"Why should I align myself with you? Why should any of us do that?" Added Veigar.
"It is simple. We all value magic. We all value the wisdom. And after what has been happening all over Valoran, after the end of the Great War, the ones that are like us have been pursued by the governments all over Valoran." Was Xerath's answer.
Lulu, Veigar and Syndra looked at him with disbelief painted on their faces.
"Wait… Mages have been followed and emprisioned by Noxus and Demacia?" Syndra questioned.
"Has Noxus been slaying mages again?" Veigar also asked.
"Were their cupcakes stolen by the Noxian?" Lulu asked, nearly making Xerath chuckle at the ramdomness. Usually he would have laughed at such a comment, but it really wasn't the time for laughs. No one in the room knew the city-states that had taken control of Valoran in the last three years. He guessed he'd have to explain.
"Were have you guys been living for three years? Under a damned rock?" Annie said in a very enraged voice. Uh oh, -Xerath thought- I forgot Annie was Noxian. The mention of her city-state as a possible reason for these actions must have angered her a lot.
"Well, Lulu managed to drag me to the Glade. It's a long story." Veigar answered quickly.
"I suppose you are aware of the Ionian civil war? I was kind of occupied there."
"Well then, I guess you were living under a rock after all. Noxus and Demacia are against this witch hunt, but they don't have power to stop it."
The whole table fell silent. Syndra and Veigar were thinking about the unexpected news, while Annie and Xerath were watching the reactions from the former two and Lulu was looking at her hat. After a few minutes, Veigar broke the silence.
"How?"
"What do you mean by 'How?'" Annie asked.
"How is it possible that Noxus and Demacia can't stop the persecution even if they finally agree on something?"
"They simply don't have the influence to stop it. After the war, both sides were pretty much destroyed. Two countries used that on their favor. They now are the most influent forces on Valoran. Both are against independant mages. And one especially hates them. Xerath could explain this part better."
Xerath let a mildly annoyed sigh out, and then Veigar made the most important question at that moment.
"And which would those countries be?"
"This will probably get your mind blown, but the countries are…" Xerath started, but was interrupted by a hurried knocking at the door. "Come in"- Xerath said -"And it'd better be important. I said that I wanted no interruptions except if it is because of top priority causes."
"It is of higest priority, my friend." A male voice announced from inside the room.
Everyone immediately turned in the direction of the voice. Sitting in the chair aside Syndra's was a cloaked man. His cloak covered all of his body and was sky blue. Under his hood, a white mask covered his face. Strapped to his back was a golden scepter, with a blue crystal-like gem mounted on its tip.
"Who are you?" Xerath said. " And how did I not feel the teleportation magic you used?
"How you didn't feel my magic doesn't matter. As for who am I, you can call me The Wanderer."
"I have already heard that name. Would you kindly remind me from where I might have heard about you?" Xerath politely asked, but it was clear that he was suffering to not just incinerate the intruder with one of his Arcane Pulses.
"You probably heard some lies from Shuriman who happened to pass around here. The people from the desert hates any 'intruder', as they call me."
Xerath seemed to calm down a bit as he identified himself a bit with the unknown mage. "Oh, that happened since my time. Just ignore them."
"Yes, but they've been complaining to Azir himself. I don't have time to go answer in a tribunal. Anyways, I didn't come here for small talk. I have a very important reason to be here."
"And what is your reason then?"
"I've come to annunciate that I shall take Kassadin's place in his business with you."
"Well, I can't just give it to you. You have to prove that Kassadin's agreed to this."
"I know. Kassadin asked me to tell you to use a long range communication magic and talk directly with him."
"So be it." After saying this, Xerath stood from his chair and started to chant something. After a few seconds, an image started to form in the middle of the room, just over the table. In the middle of the image, Kassadin stood, apparently examining the massive head of what seemed to be a 150 feet long purple octopus.
"Kassadin! Is that one of the Void Titans? How did you slay that?" Xerath asked in a very surprised voice.
Kassadin was visibly shaken from hearing a voice coming out of nowhere, but he recomposed himself quickly and turned around. All traces of surprise were removed from his face when he saw his roommate and Xerath.
"Oh, he's arrived already! I thought he wouldn't be in your home until midnight, Xerath." Said Kassadin.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, just tell me how did you defeat this monster!" Xerath insisted.
"Oh, this one here? I didn't defeat it."
"Then how in the sands of Shurima can you have its corpse?"
"You should ask my roommate, the one that's aside you."
"Wait what?" Xerath asked. "Do you mean that guy killed this Void-titan-thinghy?"
Kassadin nodded while grabbing a black knife with red runes engraved on it.
"Yes." Said the Wanderer. "And that guy has a name."
"Well then, what is your name, oh Titan Slayer?"
"My name is Erindor. And please, don't create new titles to me. I already have enough. The Unseen Mage and the Sandstorm are examples of titles I have, but I prefer to go by the title of Wanderer." Kassadin chuckled a bit at that, remembering how the cloaked man got so many titles, but nobody paid him any attention.
"Whatever, we all know that we are going to call you by your name and not by some dumb title" Syndra intervened. "And what is Kassadin's importance in all of this anyways? I thought it was an alliance between us five."
"And it is. But we need allies in between our enemies. We need spies. And that is what Kassadin did for me. As a payback I helped him with fighting the Void."
"OH FUC* IT'S GONNA BLOW UP! RUUUNN!" Kassadin screamed. By now everyone had forgotten him, even though the magic Xerath had casted was still working. By the magical image, they saw one of the dead creature's eyes bulging and then explode, launching a wave of smoke and goo in the air. Kassadin was covered by the greenish goo and everyone in the meeting room, except Xerath and Erindor, said something like "Eek" or "Sick". Xerath said nothing, and after laughing for ten whole seconds, Erindor started talking.
"I'm surprised you're still alive, Kass. You should never start by the left side of the head when dissecating something from the Void, or it is surely going to blow up."
"Yeah, alright, I totally knew that, just wanted to call your attention. I need to tell you that things here in Shurima have been stable. This is my last report to you, Xerath. My friend there will do what I used to do until now." Kassadin said while wiping some goo from his face. Right after his image disappeared.
"Alright then, I guess I still need to tell you the rest of the situation in Valoran" Xerath said. "Well, Piltover and Zaun are still just like they used to be, major difference is that Zaun is now ruled by Viktor and has half of its population composed of cyborgs, and Bandle City has created the most solid defenses on all Valoran. No one can invade Yordleland, but the yordles can't go out of it for security reasons. Bilgewater has elected Gangplank as its Mayor for the tenth time and Miss Fortune still hasn't gotten over it. Something about the patriarchal society and stuff like that. The situation of the Isles is unknown, and Syndra can explain what is happening in Ionia way better than me."
"What about Noxus and Demacia?" Asked Syndra.
"Noxus had its grand general slain, and is now ruled by a council of five. They are me, Darius, Riven, Katarina and Ultor." Annie said to Syndra.
"And who is this Ultor guy? Also, I thought noxians despised Riven." Veigar intervened.
"Ultor is the leader of the Red Legion, the only noxian unit that was not defeated until Noxus had fallen. It still is undefeated in battle, and one of the most prestigious rankings of the noxian military is being a raw soldier in it." Erindor said. "And also, now Riven is considered as a symbol of reconstruction and rising stronger after defeat in Noxus."
"Well, I see you, at least, are well acquainted with the political power in Valoran. I'm happy to know that at least one of the newcomers know why this alliance is happening." Said Xerath.
"How couldn't I, considering where I live?"
"You have got a point there."
"Anyways, you were saying that the most influent countries in Valoran would blow our minds, but you still didn't tell us which are the countries."
"Oh, true. I forgot what I was saying after we were interru- er... – after we had passed to another question. Those countries are Freljord and Shurima."
"WAIT WHAT FRELJORD? Who won the war there?" Syndra asked in a very surprised tone. She hadn't expected the conflict there to be over.
"No one won the war. The three sides, as weird as this may sound, united themselves."
"And who rules Freljord?" Syndra kept asking.
"A triumvirate. The members of it are known as Ice, Snow and Winter." Answered Xerath.
"Should I suppose that Ashe, Sejuani and Lissandra are ruling there toghether?" Was Veigar's question.
"No, their corpses were found by the Shuriman Empire when it had expanded far enough to reach southern Freljord." Erindor said before Xerath could say anything.
"And which country hates independent mages?"
"The Shuriman Empire. It has expanded towards northwestern Valoran, reaching Noxus and conquering it. Noxus became a province of the Shuriman Empire. It keeps most of its independence, but if the Emperor call us for a war or create a new rule for our lands, we must obey. They hate independant mages because pretty much of Azir's past with Xerath. It seems like Azir is sure that exemplar punition to those who are alone will make all mages way too afraid to betray him like Xerathy here did."
Xerath twitched at his new nickname.
"As for Demacia, it fell to the Iceborn Triumvirate and their armies. Demacians have lost their hope, as the Crownguard siblings have been exiled and all the Lightshields have died. The 'ruler' of the New Demacia is Alfred Spiritmight, a nobleman that Garen should have killed for betrayal, but didn't kill to attend the former queen's, Alfred's aunt, pleas. Had he killed him, maybe Demacia wouldn't have fallen to the Iceborn Empire." Annie effectively removed all the doubts with her two-minutes speech.
"I'm afraid we don't have any other information to give you. So, will you join us?"
"Like we had a choice." Said Veigar. Syndra nodded in agreement.
"I do have one condition though." Veigar added. "I am on a quest, you see, and can't promise that I will be here whenever you want me to. I will be traveling across Valoran. Call me only if my help is obligatory, and if my help wasn't needed, whoever made the false call will suffer for it."
"Agreed. Anyone else has some special condition?" Xerath asked. No one else had special conditions.
"Then it's decided." Xerath announced. "From now on, we are the Magical Alliance of Ionia, Noxus and Trigum. If you would follow me, we need to make an oath to seal this union, and I have the perfect place for such oath." And with those words, Xerath ended the meeting.
AN: How surprising, no cliffhangers. I guess I don't want to hang from a cliff.
Bad jokes corp.
I did a lot of storytelling here, so this chapter was a bit long. But it's ok, isn't it? Wait, did you say it isn't? Ok then, I'll just go back to top lane. Stop hurting my feelings ;-;
Anyways, I'm out. Thank you for reading, and have a good day (or night).
