After the League – A League of Legends Fanfiction by Deathlark. Chapter 3, Noxian Standards
Author's note: Sorry for the delay guys. There was stuff that needed to be handled.
There is going to be an itinerary for the story at the end of this chapter, just a heads up.
Nothing else for now. Have fun reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to League of Legends.
Katarina's vision slowly returned to her. She was a bit mad at Swain for all the commotion, considering he was the Noxian general.
It didn't matter to her now. She assumed that she would have a bit of bias for being a Noxian fighter and such, but she had no idea how and where to start. She was confused mostly at what these "artifacts" were. It all seemed suspicious to her.
She looked at first for where she was, and it was clear that she was in the middle of nowhere. After continuous searching, she admitted to herself that she was lost. She gave up trying in frustration, and wandered blindly in one direction.
She saw a wandering Cho'Gath in a short walk, and decided to leave him be. In such a weird time as this, it's best to not go picking fights, especially with a beast that could eat her whole.
She settled in a small covet in the ground and just sat there without purpose. She fell asleep from boredom, without really expecting it.
Nothing changed when she woke up, so she decided to keep moving in the same direction. No point looking back, she thought.
She eventually found a landmark; the trails of rivers. She followed the small streams and tributaries to eventually get her to the Serpentine river. Where exactly on this river? She did not know.
But it was comforting to have an idea where she was. She got a drink of water and lurked around the jungle gathering simple food and a way to make a shelter.
So in a small cluster of bushes, Katarina quickly started a stealthy and unseen home.
Talon was at a loss on what to do. He was always a bit suspicious of Swain, and the current situation didn't help his anxiety. He started to become paranoid if this was a grand plan of Swain, or a way for him to attain ultimate power.
However, a few things were obvious to him; he had the luxury of being in Noxus. He knew his way around the place well, so he quickly looked around and snooped around to find anyone else.
He found that Fizz, Maokai, and Rammus were all in Noxus. He knew Fizz would screw with him if he talked to him, and Maokai and Rammus were scary things. He preferred a passive approach and kept his watch.
He took to Katarina's quarters, and obviously settled in enjoying the luxuries.
That's when he found an unexpected intruder.
Singed was sitting there in his bed. Talon had met with the mad scientist, and he had been a rather scary person, but a down-to-earth one as well. As a Zaun member, he expected a bit of relaxation from him. (Even if he was responsible for a lot of Noxian deaths during the Ionia invasion)
"Singed, I hope you come with peace," Talon greeted.
"Yeah, whatever. Don't get all fancy with me, servant boy. So you live around this place? Gotta say it's nice around here," Singed said casually. Talon smirked a bit. He was friendlier than he imagined, even for a stressful time like this.
"Kat likes being fancy. 'High class' even if she wears just tight pants and a bra all day… Eh, I don't care. She can have her mixed ways, as long as I get paid," Talon casually replied.
"I hope she doesn't treat you poorly," Singed said.
"No, even if I have to do a lot of heavy lifting for her, she makes sure to reward me. But she has forgotten sometimes… *grumble*" Talon muttered to himself.
"Yeah, I've never worked with an assistant, and for good reasons. I don't want to be the one to tell the people that I 'accidentally' poisoned a person with my most lethal concoction. It wouldn't go over well," Singed said.
"Yeah. I need to sit, been a bit worried about everything."
"About what?"
"Swain. He's always up to something, and I can never get to the bottom of it."
"Perhaps Katarina knows."
"No. Swain and her aren't that good of friends at times. There can be some tension between them."
"Interesting. I thought the two got along great."
"Pff. Publicity smears things."
"Well isn't that true."
"Come to think of it, I did hear something conniving when Swain preached to us in that… err… place… whatever that'll be called. Perhaps you are onto something. Some of the stuff he talked about sounded like it was pertaining to the void almost… never really cared for that weird shit." That spurred interest in Talon's mind.
"This isn't like Noxian Standards… You're right…"
"Come to think of it, he had a weird birth story right?" Talon was silent.
"… I'm starting to get nervous."
"So am I. Come on, I think we have some work to do."
With that, Talon and Singed got up and started plotting. The two got along well for different thought processes. But Talon was still very paranoid and afraid of Swain, ever since Singed brought the oddities of Swain to light. He couldn't stop thinking about it.
LeBlanc couldn't have seen it any clearer. Swain was up to something for his own right. He's truly becoming a king, she thought. She wouldn't be surprised if this whole attempt was to give him even more right to Noxus. Hell, he could even be Noxus if he wanted to. The man has an extreme amount of capability at his fingertips; an army, firm arcane mastery, fear, and power.
She pondered Swain's intentions. It was her greatest hunch that it was self-interest, but she considered every option. For her, every option is a lot. It can also get her… stuck.
For an hour, she sat on a rock, trying to figure out what Swain could be up to. After an hour of pondering, she saw out of the corner of her eye a hated figure; Fiora.
LeBlanc was patriotic about Noxus, and disliked any Demacian or Demacian supporter. She considered them misguided and too "blind" to see the power of Noxus. She calls them "egotistical and light-loving idiots".
So she typically had fun mangling them by screwing with them in every way possible, such as showing rather embarrassing reflections of Demacians. Often derogative, provocative, and many other –ive words. She enjoys her job pretty thoroughly.
So her immediate notions were rage and scheming when she saw the wandering duelist. It was too foolish to go up to her; she was very strong and very clever, so she had to devise a trap.
An idea popped into her head, so she got into a stealthy spot where Fiora could not see her. She waited for the perfect moment.
She struck out with a ray of light from her staff to blind Fiora. She followed up by casting her sigil and then throwing her chains upon her.
She didn't see it coming when the chains ricocheted back at LeBlanc and hurt herself. Suddenly, Fiora dashed straight to LeBlanc and slit her chest and pinned her down. LeBlanc swiftly dispelled the illusion and shot a stronger sigil at Fiora. Fiora was launched back at the sheer power she was blasted with. Before she could get up, LeBlanc had chained her down again.
Fiora did her best to get up, and went barbaric. She dashed around LeBlanc, blindingly fast and striking in at her with great strength. LeBlanc had no illusion; she expected the grand duelist to be this tough, and now it may be costing her death.
Instead, what she did not expect was the Fiora to simply pin her down and remove her staff from her hand.
"What in ze hell was that for? Why would you fight?" Fiora asked with her heavy accent.
"You Demacian bastards love fighting!" LeBlanc argued.
"I don't give a damn about Demacia! Now quit letting your stereotypes cause your every action!" Fiora argued. LeBlanc was taken back.
"Y-you're not very supportive of Demacia?" LeBlanc asked, rather confused. Every Demacian she's met sure had been supportive of Demacia.
"Yah yah, I know most people just looove Demacia, but I've found some flaws zat I don't like. For one, forced military service is unfair. Plus, zhey rule very strictly. Give some freedom please," Fiora whined. LeBlanc was silent.
"Uh… Sure… Sorry… for judging?" LeBlanc said, a bit confused. She looked around, and realized they were in the mountains.
"Right, right. Now I am going to get moving. I don't like zhis place," Fiora said, in a stern fashion.
"Wait!" LeBlanc yelled. Fiora turned around.
"What now?" she asked with a loathing tone.
"It's not safe to go alone. We should just work together for now," LeBlanc suggested. Really, LeBlanc was very curious and wanted to learn more about Fiora. She seemed to have a really weird personality for a Demacian.
"For now? Fine. But you should pull your weight," Fiora required. LeBlanc smiled and nodded.
"Okay. I'll do what I can." Fiora nodded.
"By ze way, I hope you can tolerate me. I've been known to be annoying to some people," Fiora added with a groan. LeBlanc rolled her eyes.
"Trust me, you have not worked in the Black Rose…" Fiora chuckled a bit.
"Ah I haven't. So I shall listen to what you have to say."
So an unlikely friendship was formed between the two. There was a hint of oddity and peculiarity amongst them, but they did their best to ignore it. They tried to figure out where they were, somewhere in this great mountain pass. It took them awhile, but they soon found their way down… but they were still lost.
Okay, that's this chapter for now. As said, I have a bit of an itinerary:
This story is going to follow a similar format as to what I just did; short 500-700 word blurbs with maybe a bit of variety here and there. As said, a 1500 word minimum.
However, every chapter that is a multiple of 5 (5, 10, 15, 20…) is a "special" chapter, that is a good 500-1000 words longer, introduces something important, and has some significance to the story. This will go on throughout the entire thing.
Another note is that I am going to take a bit of a break after chapter 5. I have other stories than this one to work on, and for reasons, I haven't updated those other ones in a month at least. So it may be awhile after chapter 5 for the next chapter. Once other stuff is done, I'll write 6 to # of chapter I want to. And rinse and repeat…
So yeah a sporadic schedule, but it's the schedule. Rammus says deal with it.
So yeah, nothing else. Review/fav/alert if you want to.
Bai bai!
~DTH~