As we walked, the red iron doors loomed ahead, stark against the wooden façade of the warehouse. The sea air mixed with the scent of tar and fish, a reminder of the ever-present ocean that defined Bilgewater. Each step brought a mix of dread and anticipation; meeting Miss Fortune was not something taken lightly. My mind raced on how this would play out. I didn't want my companions taking on something that wasn't theirs to take. Like I said before, if there was a price to pay. I'd pay it.
"How do we make sure we make a good impression?" I asked.
Akali smirked, her confidence unshaken. "Don't worry, Ravik. Miss Fortune respects strength. Let's show her we have plenty of that."
With a collective nod, we continued forward, ready to confront whatever awaited us behind those formidable red doors.
As we walked toward the warehouse, I could sense a shift in Irelia's demeanor. She was more alert, more cautious.
"Akali, you've studied the major players along our coastlines," Irelia started, keeping her voice low as we navigated through the bustling docks. "What can you tell us about Miss Fortune? How can we approach her?"
Akali nodded, her eyes scanning the area as she spoke. "Miss Fortune, Sarah Fortune, took control of Bilgewater after avenging her mother's death. She's not just a pirate; she's a tactician who's united various factions under her command. Known for her sharpshooting and, let's just say, a flair for the dramatic," Akali explained. "Approaching her directly might work, but we need to make it clear we're not a threat — or worse, a nuisance."
Irelia considered this, her gaze thoughtful. "Her rise to power wasn't without challenges. She's had to fend off rivals and would-be usurpers. That makes her tough but also possibly open to alliances. If we can present ourselves as assets rather than liabilities, she might listen."
"Right," I chimed in, feeling the weight of our task.
The red iron doors, intricately carved with the visages of sea serpents and crossed pistols were both welcoming and warning any who dared approach.
Irelia stepped forward, her posture rigid with authority yet cautious. "Stay sharp," she murmured, her eyes scanning the high windows and the rooftops nearby. "We're not just being watched. We're being evaluated."
Akali nodded, her hand resting casually near the hilts of her daggers. "Let's keep this straightforward. We're here to talk, not to start a fight."
Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand and knocked firmly on the iron door. The sound echoed, hollow and foreboding, against the metal. Moments later, the sound of heavy bolts being drawn back filled the air, and the doors swung open with a slow, deliberate creak.
Standing in the threshold was not Miss Fortune herself, but a tall, imposing figure—her first mate, perhaps—clad in a long, weathered coat adorned with trinkets and tokens of the sea. His eyes were sharp, taking in every detail of our appearance.
"State your business," he demanded gruffly, his hand resting on the butt of a pistol that hung from his belt.
I stepped forward, meeting his gaze with a steady one of my own. "We wish to speak with Miss Fortune," I said, my voice calm and clear. "We have information that may interest her, and we seek her cooperation."
The man's eyes narrowed, assessing, then he stepped aside, gesturing for us to enter. "She'll be the judge of that," he replied, his voice indicating that while we were allowed inside, our welcome was conditional.
We entered the warehouse, and the doors closed ominously behind us. Inside, the space was vast and dimly lit, with crates and barrels stacked neatly along the walls. The air was cooler here, the smell of gunpowder mingling with the brine from outside. High above, the rafters were shrouded in shadows, suggesting the presence of more guards—or worse.
As our eyes adjusted to the dim light, a figure descended from a staircase at the far end of the warehouse. It was Miss Fortune herself, her stride confident and her red hair a vivid flame against the dark interior. She was dressed in a captain's coat, pistols at her hips, her presence as commanding as the tales told.
"So, you brought me a trio of Ionians to my doorstep," she called out, her voice resonant and tinged with amusement. "This should be interesting."
Irelia stepped forward, her tone respectful yet forthright. "Miss Fortune, thank you for seeing us. We come in search of allies, and with a proposal that might benefit us both."
Miss Fortune smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm listening," she said simply, motioning for us to continue.
She knew we were from Ionia. She's been watching us since we first landed. I needed this to go right. Runeterra counted on this.
"I'd like to tell you a story, but I'd like to speak with you, alone." I requested.
Miss Fortune raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. You're in no position to make demands, boy. Remember where you are."
"I know," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I met her gaze. I was hoping to use my memory magic. But I hadn't used it in a while. In my fight with Graves and Shen, my magic didn't activate for some reason. Before, it was just whoever I touched. But now, it hadn't happen at all. What could I possibly say. Wait...
"Illaoi sent us." I said. "She told us to find you."
Miss Fortune's eyes widened slightly at the mention of the priestess, then narrowed again as she studied me closely. She knew that name well enough to recognize it as a sign of trust—or a warning.
"Did she now?" Miss Fortune asked, her voice low and dangerous.
"Yes," I replied, keeping my tone even as I held her gaze. "She said you were the one we needed to see."
Miss Fortune considered this for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Very well," she said, turning to her first mate. "You heard the boy. Leave us."
The man looked at her with a questioning glance, but she simply shook her head. He nodded reluctantly, then motioned for the other guards to follow him out of the warehouse. I looked to Akali and Irelia too.
"I got this. I told you, this is my burden to bear." I reminded them. They nodded in agreement and followed Miss Fortune's first mate out the door. The heavy iron doors closed behind them with a resounding thud that echoed through the warehouse.
Now alone, Miss Fortune turned back to me, her expression unreadable as she studied me intently. She seemed intrigued, perhaps even slightly amused, by the situation—but there was no mistaking the danger lurking beneath her surface calm.
"Alright, boy," she said, crossing her arms as she regarded me coolly. "Name?"
"Ravik." I answered.
"So, Illaoi sent you. Let's hear what you have to say." She replied.
I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves as I gathered my thoughts. This was it; this was my chance to convince her that our goals aligned, and that working together would benefit us both.
"How good is your knowledge of legends and myths?" I asked.
Miss Fortune raised an eyebrow, considering my question before responding. "I know enough," she said carefully. "Why do you ask?"
"Because I'm here to tell you one," I replied, meeting her gaze with a determined expression. "A legend that could change the fate of Runeterra itself."
"Is that right?" Miss Fortune said dryly. "And what makes you think I care about some old story?"
"Because it's not just any story," I replied, my voice steady and confident despite the pounding of my heart. "Give me a chance to tell it, and I'm sure you'll want to know more."
Miss Fortune considered this for a moment before nodding slightly. "Go on then," she said, gesturing for me to continue. "Alright, let's hear what you've got, but keep it short. My time is precious." I nodded. This was a gamble I was taking, but it was now or never.
"A long time ago, there was a being of calamity, he was named Yaavin. He was powerful beyond measure, capable of destroying entire civilizations with a single thought. He ravaged Runeterra until one day, the gods of Runeterra banded together and tore him into three pieces. The Mind, the Soul, and the Body. Each piece was sent away, somewhere where no one could find them. But they had returned. It's told that if those three pieces ever came together, he would come back and wreak chaos once more." I explained as best I could. Miss Fortune listened carefully, her expression unreadable. When I finished my story, she regarded me for a moment before speaking.
"So you're here to tell me that this... Yaavin is returning?" Miss Fortune asked skeptically, crossing her arms as she looked at me with a skeptical expression. "And what makes you think I'd believe such a tale?"
I took a deep breath, steadying myself for what came next. The proof. I unbuttoned my shirt and turned, to show her the runes on my back. "This is proof enough," I said quietly. "These are ancient runes. None exist like these."
Miss Fortune studied the runes closely, her gaze intense as she traced their lines with her eyes. She reached out to touch them, her fingertips tracing the intricate patterns of power etched into my skin. Her touch sent shivers down my spine, but I remained still as she examined the markings. After a few moments, she withdrew her hand and stepped back, considering me with a newfound curiosity.
"Interesting. But, anyone can draw runes on their backs. Is this all you wanted to show me?" Miss Fortune asked skeptically.
"I do have one more thing. But... I need you to trust me." I said cautiously. Miss Fortune's eyes narrowed slightly at my request, but she nodded slowly. "Very well," she said after a moment of consideration. "But if this is some sort of trick..." She continued, but I stuck out my hand for a shake.
"See for yourself." I answered.
Miss Fortune hesitated for a moment before reaching out and grasping my hand firmly in hers. As our skin made contact, the world around us began to shift and change—the warehouse walls dissolving into nothingness as we were transported into another realm entirely. That was it. Trust. And I knew I'd be seeing her deepest memories.
A young girl with fiery red hair, a vibrant spirit in her laughter, played on a sun-drenched beach. Beside her, knelt a woman with the same fiery hair, her hands patiently guiding Sarah's as they whittled a piece of driftwood. The laughter fades as Sarah's focus intensifies, a spark of raw determination flickering in her eyes. The girl, now older, knelt amidst the ruins, her eyes transformed from innocence to cold determination. She clutched a shattered locket, its silver glinting with a chilling resolve. A voice, raspy and edged with hatred, whispered on the wind: "Never again. They will pay." Flashes of shadowy transactions, figures reduced to pawns or rivals, betrayals masked by polite smiles. Each scene revealed a woman mastering a dangerous game. Finally, a reflection in a mirror: the girl was gone, replaced by Miss Fortune, the mask of cool control firmly in place.
Miss Fortune withdrew her hand, her expression carefully neutral. For a split second, a flicker of something vulnerable crossed her eyes, replaced in an instant by her usual calculating gaze.
"Well?" she snapped, her patience clearly wearing thin. "Don't pretend my time isn't valuable."
"Right, sorry." I shook off the lingering disorientation from the memory sharing. Trying to sound as confident as I could manage, I said, "Like I told you, I'm looking for powerful objects. Some I know the names of, others… well, I have an idea of what they might be."
Miss Fortune snorted. "And you just waltz in here, expecting me to have all the answers?"
"Your reputation precedes you," I said. "And... well, let's just say I'm willing to bet you might know more than most."
Her lips curled into a half-smile, sharp and dangerous. "Flattery might get you somewhere, boy. But rumors cost coin." She leaned forward, elbows planted on a nearby crate. "Start talking about these objects of yours, and perhaps I'll decide if they're worth my time or not."
I took a deep breath, trying to organize my thoughts. "I saw something...a vision of sorts. A jewel, unnatural and pulsing with power, and a blade that hungered for violence." I hesitated, then added, " They might be called the Mind and Soul of Yaavin."
Miss Fortune's eyebrows shot up. "Yaavin?" she repeated, a hint of interest replacing her earlier dismissiveness. "That's a name I haven't heard in a long time." She paused, tapping a fingernail against the wooden crate. "No, I don't know these specific objects. But your information... it's interesting enough to at least earn you a lead."
She smirked. "There's a man in Piltover, Jarro Lightfeather, a hero with a nose for the unusual. If your 'cursed jewel' exists, he's likely the best chance of finding it. But be warned – he values profit over loyalty."
"Thank you," I breathed, relief washing over me. Then, cautiously, I added, "Is there anything else I can help you with? In return, I mean."
Miss Fortune chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "You're quick to grasp the way things work, boy. That could be useful." Her gaze sharpened. "There's something that was stolen from me. A sword, not fancy by itself, but…" She hesitated, that brief vulnerability flickering again, "it was my mother's. They call it 'Sarah'."
"Gangplank?" I guessed.
Her eyes hardened. "Aye. It disappeared after he…afterwards. Word is, it found its way to Piltover. Retrieve it, and consider this a clean slate between us."
"You have my word," I said, meeting her gaze steadily.
A ghost of a smile played on her lips. "We'll see about that, boy."
Miss Fortune walked to her desk and pulled a parchment. She unfurled it to reveal a wanted poster. On it was a lion mid roar. I grabbed it to take a closer look. The lion had beads and such braided into his mane. I've been told of beings like this. Vastayans. They live in Shon-Xan, the jungles of Ionia. But what would he be doing here?
"This is?" I asked as I looked up from the parchment to Miss Fortune.
"A pain in my side," she scoffed, a touch of venom lacing her voice, "New blood trying muscle in on my turf. A nuisance more than a true threat... for now." Her eyes glinted with a cold calculation. "But consider it a test, Ravik. Prove you can handle threats like this… and I'll take you to Piltover myself. Savvy? Complete this, and I can trust you'll keep your word."
I nodded.
"Good. Scorch Beard has some dirt on a gang that I need out of my way. Get it and give it here."
I felt a knot of apprehension tighten in my stomach. This wasn't just about finding some info – this was a test of my prowess, a veiled threat to prove my worth before Miss Fortune granted me even a sliver of trust.
"Where is he?" he asked, his voice steady despite the rising tension.
"Scorch Beard," Miss Fortune continued, enunciating the name with a sneer, "has made his base in a bar on the outskirts of Bilgewater. It's a nest of cutthroats and ruffians – just the kind of company he attracts."
I nodded, steeling myself for the task ahead. "I'll bring you what you need, Miss Fortune," I said, matching her icy stare.
"Do that, and you'll find me a most generous ally, Ravik."
"Are you certain this is wise, Ravik? Gang wars can consume resources and draw unwanted attention. We must prioritize finding answers about Yaavin." Irelia said. It seems she wasn't as enthused as I hope she'd be. "Perhaps there's a way to accomplish this without becoming directly entangled? Information gathering? Bribery? Let's consider alternatives before charging into battle."
However, Akali was the opposite. She seemed almost excited.
"Aw come on. Ravik got to fight Graves, and won! When is it going to be our turn to get some action?" She argued.
Irelia sighed. "This is a distraction from our main goal, finding the fragments. The longer we take, the worse things can get." Irelia countered.
In this moment, Irelia was right. But how else were we going to know about Jarro Lightfeather or Piltover? Perhaps this was the path we need to take to get the information.
"We need to gain Miss Fortune's trust, Irelia," I said, "and she's the only one who has a lead. Plus, as I remembered, Piltover it a long ways from here."
Irelia is not convinced. She crossed her arms.
"I understand, Ravik. I'm just saying, we need to be cautious." Irelia said. "We just arrived and already, things are starting to get complicated. You may not like it, but I'm trying to watch out for you."
I gave Irelia a reassuring smile. "I appreciate that. I really do, Irelia." I said, "I know I said you two shouldn't be taking risks for me, but... thank you for being here. I know Akali only came for the fun of it," I teased. "And you came to make sure I didn't die. But, I wouldn't have gotten this far without either of you."
Irelia's face softened slightly. "I'll admit, I'm not used to having someone watch my back," Irelia said. "You remind me of my younger sister, Ayaka. She always believed in me, even when I struggled to believe in myself."
Irelia's eyes grew distant, lost in the memory. "She was killed in the war, along with so many others. I promised to protect my people... and I failed."
I frowned, remembering the memories I saw back in Ionia. This was the first time she mentioned them loudly.
"Irelia, I'm sorry." I said, "I didn't mean to-"
"No, it's alright, Ravik," Irelia interrupted, shaking her head. "I suppose I needed to say that, to someone. And I can tell that you're sincere, even if you are a bit reckless at times."
I felt a surge of warmth at Irelia's words. Here I was, in the middle of Bilgewater, surrounded by strangers and monsters... And-
"This is getting sappy. Are we going to go steal some blackmail or are we going to stand around thanking each other?" Akali asked impatiently.
I laughed at her bluntness, and even Irelia cracked a small smile.
"You're right, Akali. We have a job to do." I agreed.
"Finally!" Akali cheered.
"Well, you're both the experts. What's the plan?" I asked.
The Rusty Kraken. My way to Piltover. I had to steal from a pirate to give to another. How ironic.
I stepped into the tavern, letting my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. It was a raucous place, full of noise and rough-looking characters. There were pirates drinking and gambling, with cards and dice, as well as brawls and fistfights. This would be Akali's kind of place.
I scanned the room for Scorch Beard, keeping a low profile as I moved through the crowd. After a few minutes of searching, I spotted him. He was a large lion Vastayan, a wild red mane that surrounded his black fur. One of his arms was replaced by some sort of metal one. He sat in the corner, a group of intimidating-looking pirates gathered around him.
I made my way through the crowd, keeping an eye on Scorch Beard as I approached. As I drew closer, I could hear the conversation between them.
"Do we know where he went?" He asked one of his men.
"No sir, but we did a sweep of the room he stayed in, and it looks like he packed up in a hurry. My guess is he's lying low until things blow over."
Scorch Beard snarled, his whiskers twitching with annoyance.
"The master will be furious. Find him or don't come back! I'll not have my ship torn apart by another Noxian. You got that?"
"Yes, sir!" The group barked.
I had a sinking feeling that whatever Scorch Beard was planning, it couldn't be good. Noxus was a country known for its relentless aggression and expansionist policies. If he was involved with a Noxian agent, then trouble was brewing. I know if Irelia heard this she wouldn't hesitate to interrogate this captain on what he knows. But, the sooner we got the information, the better.
I was to act as lookout, making sure that no one would go to the back of the tavern. Akali was lurking about, trying to see if she could find those documents while Irelia sat in the corner of the room, ensuring to keep an ear out for anything related for Miss Fortune.
As for myself, I volunteered to watch Scorch Beard, in case he dropped any hints about what we were looking for and where it could be. But as it stood, he wasn't giving anything away. He kept his mouth shut and his gaze focused on his men, occasionally growling orders or curses under his breath.
An hour passed, and there was still no sign of the documents. But things grew intense when a patron refused to pay for his drink.
"Pay?! For this?! This tasted like the ocean water right outside! You expect me to drop gold on this?!" He roared.
"Sir, please. Just pay, and there will be no need for any violence." The bartender pleaded.
"Violence?! I'll show ya violence, ya scurvy dog!" He grabbed his cutlass to raised it overhead. Right as he was ready to cut down the bartender, a metal claw caught the blade and crushed it
"Not a fan of the drinks, are we?" Scorch Beard asked.
"S-scorch beard! I didn't see ya there!" He stammered.
"Clearly," He retorted, "Tell me, how much is this drink?" He looked to his employee.
"T-two silver, sir." The bartender answered.
"And how much does a whole body cost here in Bilgewater?" He asked aloud for the whole place to hear.
Scorch Beard paused, his gaze flicking across the terrified patron. "Because something about this fool tells me disposal would be cheaper." The words carried a hint of unexpected cruelty, a darkness that seemed at odds with the petty dispute.
I watched from the shadows and felt a flicker of unease. I've seen Bilgewater's brutality firsthand, but something about Scorch Beard's casual disregard for life felt... different. For a moment, I thought I saw a moment hesitation from the Vastayan, the brief struggle before cold calculation took over.
Scorch Beard finally smirked, his sharp teeth on display. "But," he drawled, "a messy tavern won't draw in thirsty patrons." He turned back to the terrified man. "One silver. Final offer. Otherwise, we discuss the going rate for shark bait."
The patron hastily fumbled for coins, his face pale. As he paid and scurried away, Scorch Beard barked a laugh, a touch too loud, that echoed through the Rusty Kraken. He then signaled his men, and turned to me. Oh no, does he know why we're here?
I stiffened. I slowly looked away, trying to seem as if I was minding my business. Of course, that didn't work at all.
"Looks like we have an admirer," Scorch Beard rumbled, rising to his full height. "Step into the light, stranger. Or do you prefer to slink away like the rat you are?" He asked toward my direction.
I kept still, pretending that he wasn't speaking to me. I had to, or else I put my friends in danger.
"I'm speaking to you, boy!" He growled. His men followed him to where I stood. I had to think of something, anything.
"I think you have me mistaken for someone else, Captain." I said quickly. "I just got here. I've only just stepped foot in Bilgewater."
"Lies," He snarled, "I recognize you, boy. I saw you with Miss Fortune earlier." He started to circle me, his claws sharp. My veins froze. He knew I saw Miss Fortune? How long had he been watching me? And better question, why?
"Hehe. Look at him, Captain," A man pointed at my eyes. "The boy is scared shitless! Haha!" Another man chimed in.
"We should teach him a lesson," A third chimed in.
"Wait a moment, he looks like the bastard that started a fight with me and the boys. Ran across the rooftops and everything. Didn't want to have a word after bumping into me." A familiar voice said. I realized that it was the same pirate I had run into when we first arrived.
"A fight? With you and the boys? Seems to me like he beat you, scabber." Scorch Beard said.
"Only reason we didn't get him Captain, was because that Priestess showed up." He answered.
"Priestess?" Scorch Beard asked. His demeanor changed as soon as he heard that. "You wouldn't happen to be with the woman who stirs the kraken, would you?"
"Y-Yes. I am. I serve the Truth Bearer." I lied.
"A follower of Illaoi, huh?" He paused, his gaze raking over Ravik. "They speak of her followers…of that unnatural strength. Let's see if the rumors are true, shall we?"
With a sudden lunge, Scorch Beard attacked, claws outstretched. I fell back in my chair, narrowly being skewered alive. I looked up, expecting to be mobbed by this crew. Instead, they looked dumbfounded and afraid.
"C-captain?" One of them asked nervously. It seemed immediate death wasn't something they expected for me. The captain careened into other tables, patrons and pirates alike moving out of the way.
"Get out of my way you fools!" He bellowed.
"Captain, wait." The familiar pirate said.
"Shut up!" He said. I scrambled to my feet, trying to figure out my next move. That's when I felt that familiar pull. A pull that was trying to rob me of reason. I looked at the Scorch Beard, his Vastayan eyes glowing a harsh red.
"You dare challenge me, boy?" He growled, the scent of brimstone filling the air. "I have the power of Yaavin flowing in me. I have the power of the Old Ones to rival the dragons themselves!"
"Yaavin?" I asked aloud. No, it couldn't be. But it didn't matter what excuses I tried to make in my mind, nothing could explain what he just said. He was corrupted by Yaavin. I had to stop him. I had to fight him.
I threw a chair at the Vastayan, hoping to knock him off balance. But he caught it with ease, smashing it to pieces.
"Surrender, fragment. The master awaits your return. Submit, and I will make your defeat swift." His eyes glowed with red energy. I had to fight.
I charged at the beast, my fist balled and ready to strike. He raised his arm to block, but I used the momentum to swing my legs up. I kicked him in the jaw, sending him backwards.
I jumped to my feet, ready to continue the fight, but before I could get another hit in, his men were on me. They wrestled me to the ground, keeping me in place. I could tell they were confused, but their loyalty to their captain was stronger than their doubt.
"Wait, Captain, we don't know who he is. If he belongs to Fortune, we can use him. Give us a chance to question him." A pirate suggested.
"Do as I say, or die. I will not keep him from the master. Tie him up, and we'll bring him to the docks." He ordered.
"You're making a mistake!" I yelled, as they dragged me to the backroom. "You don't know what you're dealing with! You have to fight it!"
"I know what I'm doing, boy," Scorch Beard snarled, "And I won't be the one who'll be fighting it. That'll be the master's problem."
"But you don't understand—"
"Understand this, fragment. The world will fall to chaos once more. All will bow before the Master."
My mind reeled at the implications of what the Vastayan was saying. Yaavin meant what he said. If I don't find the pieces, they would find me. This captain was but one of many victims out there in Runeterra right now. They were all being controlled by a monster, and I needed to free them from that control.
"I'm sorry, but I can't let that happen." I said.
I struggled against my captors, but they were too strong for me. He laughed. "Put him on the ship. Noxus awaits."
"Ravik!" Akali shouted, jumping out of nowhere, throwing daggers into the pirates. They all screamed out in agony, grabbing their fresh wounds. Irelia followed, unleashing her blades onto the remaining pirates. The tavern erupted into chaos. Some tried to leave while others started to fight for fun. But Scorch Beard's eyes burned. Irelia pulled me to my feet and we ran out of the tavern.
"Ravik, are you alright? Why did he suddenly attack you?" She questioned.
"Yeah, can we go a moment without everyone who looks at you wanting to fight you? Because I'm about to be next." Akali said.
"I think he's being controlled." I replied. I didn't clue into Akali's joke.
"What do you mean?" Irelia asked.
"Yaavin. He somehow corrupted Scorch Beard. He's taken him under his control." I explained.
"Listen, we got what we came for. We can take the documents to Miss Fortune and we'll be on our way to Piltover." Akali reasoned.
"How are you sure it's Yaavin?" Irelia asked, not relenting.
"I... I can feel it. His eyes, they burn with the same hatred and anger I feel deep inside." I said. "I need to save him."
"Ravik, this is dangerous. Whatever has him in its clutches, it's powerful. Too powerful for you." Irelia cautioned.
"I can't abandon him, Irelia." I argued. "I can't let it win. I won't."
Irelia stared into my eyes, searching for something. I could see her emotions warring behind her stoic facade. She wanted to help, to fight, but she also feared the consequences.
"Irelia, I understand your concern, but I have to save him. I can't let him be consumed by the darkness. If I can't save people who end up in the crossfire, am I any better?" I said, pleading with her to understand.
"You know I can't argue with that," she said softly. She placed her hand on my shoulder.
"Be careful, Ravik. If you aren't back by sunrise, I'm coming for you."
I smiled. "Thanks, Irelia."
"You better not die on us. I want to kick your ass myself one day." Akali said.
"I'll do my best not to," I joked back. The two ran off. At the very least they respected the fact that this was my fight, not theirs. I don't know how I was going to save Scorch Beard, but I needed to try. I couldn't let anyone else suffer because of me. I walked toward the front of the tavern, the chaos having dragged tables and chairs onto the pier.
"Where is he?!" He roared. The pirates all shrank back, but none of them wanted to answer. He turned to the tavern keeper and grabbed him by the collar.
"Speak!" He roared. The poor man pointed in my direction, hands shaking.
"I'm here, Captain," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "If Yaavin wants me, he'll have to kill me."
Scorch Beard dropped the tavern keeper and turned to me, his eyes glowing with red energy.
"He's more powerful than you could ever imagine. His return is inevitable. You can't stop it." He snarled.
"Maybe not alone, but I won't let you be used like this," I replied. "You have to fight it."
He laughed, a harsh and grating sound.
"Fight? Why fight when I've been awoken? When I have power beyond your imagination? No, boy, I will bring chaos to Runeterra once more. The master will reward my loyalty!" Scorch Beard roared as he charged at me.
I ducked under his first swing, but he was too strong and fast for me to dodge the second. He hit me hard in the chest, sending me flying into a pile of crates.
I groaned in pain as I struggled to get up. My chest burned with claw marks. I looked up just in time to see Scorch Beard lunging at me again. I rolled out of the way as he crashed into the crates where I was just lying.
I got up and ran towards him, trying to get some distance between us. I said I was going to save him, but how? Killing wasn't an option... Perhaps the same way he fell under the influence of Yaavin in the first place...
I stopped running and turned to face him, holding my hands up in front of me.
"Captain, please, you have to listen to me!" I pleaded. "Yaavin is controlling you. You have to fight it! I'm sure you wouldn't want this! Think of what it's making you do! Your tavern is destroyed, your men are injured, and you're attacking innocent people! You don't have to do this!"
Scorch Beard paused for a moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. Then, he shook his head and snarled. "No! The master has awakened me to my true potential! I will not be denied!" He roared as he charged at me again.
I braced myself for impact, but instead of hitting me, he grabbed me by the throat and lifted me into the air. My hand went to the mask on my hip, the sensation was familiar. The same black flames erupted from the mask, turning it into a sword.
I slashed at Scorch Beard, cutting deep into his arm. He roared in pain and dropped me to the ground.
I gasped for air as I struggled to get up. He let his arm go and pointed his metal claw at me. It split open revealing a flamethrower inside. I dove out of the way as he fired a blast of fire at me. The crates behind me exploded into flames as the fire hit them.
"You will die today, fragment! He doesn't need your consciousness, only your body." He roared.
I got to my feet and ran towards him, trying to get close enough to strike with my sword. As I got closer, he swung his metal claw at me again. I ducked under the attack and slashed at his leg, cutting deep into his flesh. He dropped to a knee but retaliated with more flames.
The fire engulfed me, but instead of burning me, it seemed to be absorbed by my runes. I was immune. I took advantage of this and charged at him again, But this time I slashed his metal claw, severing the flames. The claw fell off, useless now that the flamethrower was destroyed. He grabbed his limb, the shards of metal hanging loosely. I took the opportunity to place my hand on his forehead. Will this work?
A Noxian frigate, sleek and menacing, cutting through the turquoise waves. It bore down on Scorch Beard's vessel, a rickety pirate scow that looked like a single rogue wave could send it splintering. Panic flared on the faces of Scorch Beard's men, but the burly captain stood defiant at the helm, a snarl twisting his features.
From the frigate, a figure clad in black armor descended onto Scorch Beard's deck via a rope ladder. Tall and imposing, the Noxian captain exuded an aura of cold authority. His crimson eyes scanned the pirate crew with disdain.
A tense exchange followed, punctuated by Scorch Beard's booming voice and the clinking of steel. The pirates, clearly outnumbered and outmatched, surrendered without much resistance. Scorch Beard, though, wasn't one to go down easily. He lunged at the Noxian captain, but a blur of motion sent him sprawling. The captain knelt on Scorch Beard's chest, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.
"Such a fiery spirit," the Noxian captain said, his voice dripping with condescension. "A shame it will be wasted on this…pathetic vessel."
He gestured towards his frigate, and two Noxian soldiers materialized, dragging a chest bound in iron. With a sickening thud, it landed on the deck. The Noxian captain gestured to it with a flourish.
"A gift from Noxus," he declared. "Consider it a parting token for your…cooperation."
Scorch Beard spat on the deck. "Cooperation? You call this cooperation?"
The Noxian captain chuckled, a humorless sound. "Semantics, pirate. Open it."
With trembling hands, Scorch Beard complied. The iron hinges creaked open, revealing a sight that sent a shiver down the Vastayan's spine. Nestled within the chest lay a sword, its hilt unremarkable, but its blade… It pulsed with an unnatural darkness, a living entity writhing within a seemingly solid form. Infinite tendrils of shadow danced within its depths, beckoning, promising power.
A gasp escaped Scorch Beard's lips. Greed flickered in his eyes, momentarily eclipsing the defiance. He reached for the blade, his hand hovering over the hilt.
"A wise choice," the Noxian captain said, a hint of something akin to satisfaction in his voice. "A fragment. It hungers for worthy vessels. Consider it a…test."
Scorch Beard grasped the hilt, and a jolt of energy surged through him. His face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the darkness of the blade wormed its way into him. The other Noxian soldiers watched, a similar hunger flickering in their eyes.
The memory shifted. Scorch Beard, his eyes now glowing with an ominous red light, stood before the Noxian captain. The rest of the crew were scared, but said nothing. They too would have a turn.
"You will retrieve the Body," the Noxian captain commanded, his voice laced with power. "Ionia awaits."
Scorch Beard bowed, a mockery of his former self. "As you command."
I saw everything. My eyes were wide with fear. A sword. A fragment. It was being taken to Noxus. How long had this Vastayan been corrupted? Why didn't he just go to Ionia? What was keeping him? I needed answers. I needed to save him from Yaavin's control. I focused on the darkness at the depths of his being. I began to pull on it, take it in me.
"What are you doing?!" He roared as he tried to fight.
"Fighting back," I said as I felt the corruption begin to fill me. This was my burden to bear. I couldn't let anyone else suffer because of me! The darkness threatened to consume me, but I fought back with every ounce of willpower I had. I wouldn't let Yaavin win!
I pulled harder, drawing more and more corruption into myself. I realize now why Nagakabouros tested me. The reason it needed to see me fight against Yaavin. It knew I would save people. It knew I would take the corruption upon myself. But it also knew I could handle it, that I could fight back against Yaavin's influence.
I felt a surge of energy course through me as the last of the corruption left Scorch Beard's body. I stumbled back, my hand buzzing with power. Scorch Beard collapsed to his knees, gasping for air. His eyes returned to their normal color, and he stared up at me in shock and awe.
"W-where am I?" He asked, confused.
"You're free," I said, my voice hoarse from the effort of drawing out the corruption.
Scorch Beard looked around at his destroyed tavern and injured crew, realization dawning on his face. It was as if the memories began to flood back. Memories made by someone that had his body, but wasn't him. The Vastayan roared in anger as he struggled to his feet. He charged at me with a ferocity I've never seen before. But this time, it wasn't Yaavin's influence driving him. I allowed him to grab me, his fangs bared.
"I'm going to kill you," He growled, "For what you did to me!" He needed someone to blame. Yaavin took his life, his soul. Who knows what this pirate captain did while he was being controlled, how many people he hurt or killed? I couldn't blame him for wanting revenge. But I also couldn't let him take it out on me. I needed to find a way to calm him down.
"Killing me means Yaavin can't come back. But he will continue to corrupt people if I don't stop him." I reasoned. Slowly, the anger in his eyes faded. He dropped me and turned away from me.
"You dying doesn't mean anything. Like I said before, he only needs your body. Whether you're alive or not, doesn't matter to him. As long as your body exists, he'll find a way to use it." He said.
I felt a chill run down my spine at his words. If he was right, then I was in more danger than I thought. If I die, then I'm vulnerable. I become a burden to the people around me. They'd have to keep my body hidden. They'd have to protect me from Yaavin. It would be too much of a risk for them. But if I'm alive, then there's a chance. The weight of this quest became heavier with each passing moment.
"Why do you know this?" I reluctantly asked.
"I've seen what he wants. The nightmares that boil at the forefront of my mind. He wants to destroy everything." He said as he turned back to face me. "He wants chaos and destruction to reign once more."
"Did he tell you this?" I asked, trying to understand how Yaavin communicated to him.
"No. I felt it. Now, I don't want anything else to do with this. I got a crew and empire to rebuild. Get out of here, boy."
I nodded. My sword became a mask once more, and placed it on my hip. I walked past him and his crew, who were still in shock from what they had witnessed. As I walked away, I heard Scorch Beard call out to me.
"Boy!" He called out. I stopped and turned around. "Thank you." He said as he bowed his head slightly. "I owe ya."
I smiled and gave him a small nod before continuing on my way.
I was able to catch up with the girls once more, but the time for explaining what happened would come later. We needed to be on our way to Piltover. We met with Miss Fortune once more to hand over the documents we had promised. She held them in one hand, her expression unreadable.
"Well well, you're worth something after all. Good to your word," she commented dryly, her tone light but with an underlying sharpness. With a practiced flick, she flipped open a lighter and touched the flames to the paper.
"Didn't you say you needed them?" I asked, a hint of confusion in my voice.
"Need is a strong word. Desired is more appropriate," she replied without looking at me, her eyes fixed on the curling edges of the burning documents. "I desired these documents because no one does as they please in Bilgewater, not as long as I'm here. But now, thanks to you, it's in ashes. The pirates will think twice; they know their place now."
She tossed the remnants of the charred paper into a metal bin, watching it smolder for a moment before turning back to us. Her gaze was piercing, her smile tight but satisfied.
"Let this be a lesson. In Bilgewater, information is power, and power is everything. You've done well, but remember, always play by my rules here."
"Understood," I replied, meeting her stern look with a nod. "We'll keep that in mind."
Miss Fortune stepped closer, her demeanor shifting slightly as if deciding our fate. "You've proved your usefulness today, which makes you valuable allies, for now. Keep yourselves useful, and we'll have no problems." She stated. She walked over to her desk and pulled an envelope. "You did your part, and now I can feel confident on giving you a 'free' ride to Piltover. Do not make me regret this."
"Thank you, Miss Fortune." I said.
She waved her hand. "Don't thank me. Find my sword, and we're squared. If not, well, you gave me something, but let's say my price for another favor will be higher next time. You'd be surprised at what I can find out."
"We'll find your sword, don't worry." I replied.
"See that you do," she said, a small smile creeping onto her face. "Take that letter to the dockmaster near the Slaughter Docks," she said, "they'll get you on a ship. Now get out," she demanded.
We made our way to the docks, following Miss Fortune's instructions. The ship was large, a two-masted galleon that looked like it had seen better days. The hull was dented and dinged, and the sails were ragged. But, she guaranteed it'll get us to Piltover, and that was good enough for us. We climbed aboard and found a spot among the cargo.
The ship set sail, and we were finally on our way to Piltover. I told them what happened with Scorch Beard. They sat silent for a moment before responding.
"I see. I found it odd that he singled you out in the tavern of all people. Let alone attack without warning. Now it all makes sense." Irelia stated.
"The problem was that he knew I was here, and yet didn't do anything. Why? Why wait? He's a pirate captain. Surely he could have had his crew attack us. Or just attack us himself. Yet, he waited for me. Why?" Ravik asked.
"Who knows? But we whooped ass, found our lead, and are on our way to Piltover. We got what we came for." Akali said.
"And then, what? What happens when we get to Piltover?" I asked.
"She spoke of Jarro Lightfeather. I have heard of his name when I was in Demacia. He was a Sentinel of Light, though I didn't have the chance to meet him." Irelia explained.
Akali raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "It's weird that you didn't stay with the Sentinels. Don't they line up with your goal of protecting Ionia and all that?"
Irelia sighed, her gaze drifting toward the rolling waves as the ship creaked beneath us. "It's... complicated," she began, her voice tinged with a mix of resolve and nostalgia. "The Sentinels of Light are dedicated to protecting the world, which is noble, but Ionia has its own unique challenges. Challenges that need more than what the Sentinels could offer."
She turned to face her us, her expression firm yet thoughtful. "My home needs me—my people need a leader who understands their culture and their struggles intimately. Staying with the Sentinels would have limited my ability to directly influence Ionia's future."
Akali nodded, understanding the weight of such a decision. Irelia continued, "The safety and prosperity of Ionia come first. While I support the Sentinels' mission and commend their bravery, my responsibility is to my homeland first. Ionia's battles require a dedicated, localized approach."
The fact that she said that made me realize that her leaving Ionia with me goes the show the lengths she'd go through to protect it. But I also realized how much trust she puts in me. To leave everything behind for a stranger... it's not something that I take lightly.
Akali shrugged, her tone nonchalant. "I get it. Not all of us were born with a sense of responsibility. Some of us have to make do with what we have."
"That's not what I meant," Irelia said, her voice sharp.
"Relax," Akali replied, raising her hands in mock surrender. "I'm just saying, we're all doing our part. You're protecting Ionia, the Sentinels are protecting the world, and Ravik... Well, he's not dead yet, so far so good."
I rolled his eyes, but my smile betrayed my amusement. Irelia turned to look at me. "And what about you? What are your thoughts?"
What did I think? For one, I was frightened. I had met a victim of Yaavin's corruption. A sword, the Soul of Yaavin had somehow fallen into the hands of Noxus. And if they were corrupted, how many others had fallen to his influence? How much time did we have until this journey we're taking became pointless? Until Yaavin was revived and Runeterra was plunged into chaos once more?
But, there was something else. Something else that had been bothering me since we left Bilgewater. A question that gnawed at me, begging to be answered.
"I was thinking... would I ever fall to Yaavin's influence, and if I did, what would happen? Scorch Beard, the things he was forced to do to get to me, the fact that he was willing to kill me, I...I can't let that happen. To anyone."
Akali's eyes softened. She knew how much it had weighed on me. "Don't worry about it. You're not him."
"But what if I was?"
"You won't." She replied. "Besides, I said I'd separate your head from your shoulders if you did."
I couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of her statement. "Thank you."
She nodded, satisfied.
The journey ahead is unknown. What would we find in Piltover? Even though we found our way forward, I couldn't help but worry. The Soul of Yaavin was in the hands of Noxus, and we've yet to find the mind. Who knows what dangers awaits us?
But I could feel my resolve strengthening. I was not alone. It'd be about a week before we would arrive. We had time. Time to prepare, and time to make sure our mission succeeds.
And it had to succeed. For everyone's sake.