Hello everyone, this is my first story on this website, and I thought I should use a less used and known character. Lemme know what you think when you're done reading, and I'll try to keep updates decently close together.
CRACK! The sound of a shard of bone splintering off of the colossal ribcage surrounding Marrowmark rang through the sweltering air. This little tradepost of a settlement is under siege from one of Shurima's most feared and devilish beings. The Ascended known only as Xerath let out an almost mechanical cackle. One of a madman, unfocused on reality. His quest to conquer Shurima and make them bow down brought him to the trading town known as Marrowmark.
"You think you can prolong the inevitable?", He shouted at the panic filled peasants beneath him. "Let me show you real magic!" He extended his arm to shoot a devastating blast of arcane magic at a small traders hut, blasting it to splinters. The few defences that Marrowmark had were desperately trying to hold off the being. That's hard to do though when your opponent is flying several hundred feet above the ground and is out of range of all simple weapons the guards had at hand. Only the few novice mages that happened to be around could shoot measly balls of arcane at the Ascended that is Xerath. The only thought he gave them were that they were like little flecks of gravel being thrown at him from children. Nothing more than a nuisance.
I thought Shurima was supposed to have been reborn as a strong civilization. This is pathetic. With that fleeting thought running through his head, the mighty magus brought both glowing hands together, slowing creating an orb of pure arcane magic. They don't even deserve to remember my power. He slowly extended his hands outward, inflating the orb like a balloon, rising above his head. Down in the town, all the citizens were ushered into their homes, the mages staying on the streets to unanimously cast an ever-growing shield of sizzling energy, doming around the trade post. But this meant nothing when the Magus brought down the destructive orb, merly the size of an omnikin ball. Size matters little when this mage is casting it, for the orb shattered through the shield with ease, exploding on contact with the ground below. Waves of blue energy surged out of the crater left in the ground, vaporizing the bodies of the mages and blowing the walls off of houses.
When the destruction was finished, the magus eased his way down to the ground, observing the chaos he has formed. Only tattered skeletons remained of the once respected band of mages. Bare support columns still stood erect out of the ground. Trudging through the ashes and remains of this once bustling society, he couldn't help but admire his handiwork. Practically desemating an entire town with one blast.
Stronger by the day…
Suddenly, Xerath paused. Looking down, he saw a little girl with tears flowing down her face. She was using all her strength to bounce a wooden panel off of his right leg, presumably pulled off of her once-was home.
"Why monster!", she continued wapping him, leaving the wooden pole more and more burnt until it eventually snapped clean in half due to contact with the mystical arcane energy. Staring down at the innocent little creature, he picked her up by her neck, staring into her fear and now pain filled eyes. His skin, alight with arcane magic was like shoving needles into her skin, repeatedly damaging her body.
"No please! She doesn't know any better!", the mother of said child rushed forward, falling to her knees a mere few feet away from the towering magus. Tears streamed down her face, contorted into a begging sob. She lifted one arm towards her child, the girl doing the same. "Please... let her go..." Her voice cracked more then once.
Turning his head, he merely flicked his fingers towards her, leaving her alight in the destructive energy. Screams of pure agony and terror rang from multiple sources as the woman writhed and clawed her skin, trying to free herself from the torment brought on her. The young child, still in Xerath's singular hand, squirmed and called out to her mother, now motionless and charred. Other distractions aside, he turned back to the girl. Giving a little huff in humour, a smirk, he tightened his vise-like grip. He closed his eyes and sent a violent surge through his arm, leaving the little misfit a burnt and twitching mess. He dropped the corpse, gave one last scan throughout the post for movement, and shot into the sky in an electrical mass of pure power.
"You deserve the fate brought upon you Shurimans!" He called, his voice getting louder, despite getting farther away by the second.
Little did he know, another young child was observing the entire endeavor. His eyes, nothing left but a blank, emotionless gaze, were fixed on the corpse lying in the streets. He pulled his hands to his chest, wrapped around his knees. Leaning against a post that used to be the little girl's bed, it was all he could do to not bawl for years on end again. All he could manage was a light murmur.
"Not again… not again… not like this..." He turned once more to look at the girl and her mother, then lifted a green bandaged arm to grip a splintered piece of wood above his head. He sniffled one last time, then started his trek to find the nearest town. "One day. One will live…"
The blue streak in the sky thought little of his destruction, twas the consequence of not bowing down to his rule. All that was on his mind now, was zipping off to his hidden temple, leaving the mighty Azir and Nasus to deal with the wreckage left behind. He had other matters to attend to now. Matters that involved an arrogant and blood-thirsty crocodilian.
Well, that's my first story. Thank you guys so much for willing to take your time to read this, and please, send some reviews. I'd love to hear what you guys think I should do in the future, and that's about it. Keep swimmin guys!