Chapter 6: The thoughts of an Explorer.
Ezreal could not sleep, not after two attempts of serving girls trying to get into his bed. He looked out over the window at the distant temple where the mage was supposed to be sleeping. Plumes of burning incense created a mist of smoke over the worship site, adding to the mystic awe of the dozens of robed Disciples.
Those girls must be really desperate to get down with me, he thought to himself. Some of them had reminded him of Luxanna Crownguard, the Light-Mage and his girlfriend for the most part. She was always incredibly optimistic, had a good sense of humor and was generally a sweet girl. She could also put on a really good show, in the light as well as the dark. He did know a bit about the Crownguard family, in how it was an incredibly prestigious Demacian family that had protected the Demacian throne for many centuries and that all of them had some form of incredible talents. Lux was no exception, her mastery over light magic and her experience in Demacian military exercises proof of that.
Ezreal shook his head, trying to get back onto the matter of these Disciples and their prayer session that had gone far too long into the night.
His armlet, which he used on the Rift as well as when the situation dictated that he should use it in the field, was understandingly irritable. It would always get like this whenever significant magical energies were present. Ezreal knew that this mage was supposed to be incredibly powerful, and had single-handedly reduced Shurima from a fertile and prosperous land to a barren wasteland stricken by immense magical storms in one almighty spell where the effects still reigned even to this day in some regions, but there were few if any archives on what and who this mage actually was. There was one name that did shine out though, Zewrath. This 'Zewrath' person was supposedly struck with a magically induced illness that would have turned his body to crystal slowly, but it was said that Zewrath found an opportunity to attune his body to higher magical energies that no human, no matter how skilled, would be able to comprehend. It was suggested once in the records that the operation to completely attune his body had gone wrong and thus the magical radiation from the operation dissipated catastrophically, resulting in raw magic flooding the entire Shuriman region, somewhat reminiscent of the runic weapons used during the Rune Wars. After further research into the records, it was found that the writer had been declared a heretic and had been sentenced to the same imprisonment that Zewrath had endured. The archived page was about two thousand years old.
Ezreal sighed heavily. Maybe his thoughts did waste far too much time after all.
He returned to sleep, wishing hopefully that neither serving girl nor Taric would stop his sleep. He was stopped, but thankfully not by the ones he had listed.
"Ez, wake up. We have trouble."
"Oh come on Lux, we have time and your damn brother is out on Jarv's orders isn't he?"
Ez sleepily opened his eyes looking over to the female figure that stood before him with incredibly large breasts.
Definitely not Lux, Ezreal thought and tried to return to sleep only to be swiftly yanked out of the bed, revealing Sivir in full battle armor.
"Definitely not Lux? You really need to get rid of those sleep talking habits of yours." Sivir laughed.
"Wait, I said that out loud? And what do you mean by sleep talking habits?"
Sivir stepped back from Ezreal and attempted to mimic him comically, "Oh no Taric! I have been dazzled by your magnificence! I need your healing grace to help me survive now!"
"By the Devs! Where did you hear that!"
"Summoners always have a way of getting 'private' information."
"Anyway, there's trouble with those Thunder Disciple people, the ones the high seer guy talked about." Sivir nodded in the direction of the temple.
Ezreal pulled himself up off the floor and turned around to see smoke coming off from the Disciples' worship area. Small bursts of light from magical energies illuminated the nearby buildings, one of which had been set alight by arcane fire with smoke bellowing from it's inside.
"What the damn hell is happening!"
"I have no idea." Sivir said plainly as she looked at the devastation, then returned her gaze to Ezreal. "You want to go and find out?"
"You know I do."
"Well get some damn clothes on then, I'm heading out soon and I'm not being paid enough for this job to have you in the middle of some battle dressed only in your nightwear."