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#Post#: 355134--------------------------------------------------
Welcome to the League of Draven.
By: Haburi Shimofuri Date: December 10, 2013, 11:12 pm
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Beyond the reality you thought you had come to conquer, you
merely find that you are but one of many Champions waiting to be
selected. Drawn from the comfort of your thrones you are taken
to a closed off forest, cursed with Wraiths and Golems. The
stone steps lead out into three paths of grass, leading you to
what may lie ahead, but you are not alone. Work together to gain
the freedom of returning back to what little you realize you
own.
#Post#: 355138--------------------------------------------------
Re: Welcome to the League of Draven.
By: Elin Date: December 10, 2013, 11:55 pm
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At first it was dark and a small surge of panic and fear raced
through her. It was her and her summoner's first time on the
perilous Summoner's Rift and she could practically feel the
nervousness rolling off her Summoner.
"Don't be worried, Summoner. You can only try your best." The
newest to the Fields of Justice, Eri the Flying Gale was a
support-based champion and many newer summoners had been trying
her out to see how she compared to most of the other supports.
Unlike a handful of the supports, she possessed a mainly utility
based kit for both her and her lane partners instead of mainly
being focused on healing. It was a bit tiring to have her
worried summoners for it lowered her morale; it was simply too
hard to keep both her and the Summoner's morale up.
"These new changes made things a little harder for our role...
Let's just try to play passive and keep our wards up. Once Jinx
hits level 6, we should be fine. She's still broken." The hooded
summoner rotated the hovering orb within their hands as they
exchanged words throughout the depths of their heads. In the
orb, it showed the lineup of both teams and they looked like
they were going to have a rough time. But maybe with this win,
they'd be able to unlock the newest jungler; he'd been wanting
to test him out.
"Yes, summoner." Passive was fine by her. Her damage didn't
scale too well with AP items late game anyways, she just needed
the harass for ward gold.
As the darkness was soon pierced with blinding blue light on
their platforms, Eri's team was quickly teleported in game. The
bright light of the Rift hit her eyes and she winced momentarily
while the feathers surrounding her attire ruffled shortly.
Wearing white on white could really hurt a girl's eyes...
Eri's bottom lane partner, Jinx, yawned happily while she
stretched her arms and she looked towards Eri with a typical,
maniacal smile. "We're gonna make sure this lane really BLOWS
up. I mean, I want full scale explosions everywhere. You better
do a good job, support!" Her top laner, Elise sighed in slight
disdain of the sunlight before her form shifted in a puff of
scarlet covered smoke and the raspy voice left the now standing,
massive arachnid surrounded by the chattering ones at her feet.
"Don't come top lane until I've hit level three, I'll have
Cocoon by then. They're easier to devour when they can't
move..." The one the spider spoke too was the Freljord woman
whose will burned so hot, Eri was afraid she'd melt atop her
snarling boar. "We'll make quick work of their corpses. I'll
show them that Freljord is to be feared!" And lastly, their
silent mid-laner was quick to leave the base with only clockwork
leaving her system. Orianna was a truly terrifying being... With
their words said, the others decided to follow Orianna's example
and they led off towards their respective lanes. Jinx and Eri
wouldn't have to worry about leashing, so this gave Eri some
extra time to discuss her purchases with her summoner while the
fuzzy little shopkeeper enthusiastically showed her his wares.
"Graves and Blitzcrank are terrifying together. I'll have some
mana problems but, I'm mainly worried about vision... If we
purchase the warding totem, we only need to wards right now. I
don't see any stealth on their side so pinks are not my main
priority at the time. I don't think they'll be brave enough to
attempt a pink in our tri-bush...yet." Eri offered her thoughts
and her summoner obviously hesitated. He was taking too long on
his purchases, minions were already beginning to
spawn..."Summoner!"
"Ah! Y-Yeah, just...take some wards and a Faerie Charm. Maybe
some potions too." This champion's move kit was strange but she
seemed really mobile. Maybe she could even deal damage later if
he built the right items...He could already feel the future
praise from his fellow summoners, the Support Who Carried!
Letting out a nervous laugh as Eri bought the requested items,
the Summoner instructed her bot lane and watched as minions met
lanes and the battle began.
It was 0 and 6 before their team even knew what had happened.
The jungler was fierce, the bot lane was a hassle, and both Jinx
and her summoner were incredibly hard to work with.
Face-checking, heading into a battle alone due to overestimating
abilities, and a jungler that had left them early game was
certainly not helping their chances. Sejuani was fiercely
furious and snarled every time someone went back to base for a
purchase, she hated being out of the battle and Eri felt
sympathy for her. Summoners tended to forget that they too had
feelings...
Jinx and her summoner were now roaming out of spite and it left
Eri with the tedious task of keeping bot cleared while trying to
protect her tower. It was half health and Blitzcrank and Graves
had seemed to have left lane, it gave her some sense of safety
but not exactly enough... Casting one of her abilities, Eri sent
out a flurry or razor sharp feathers to obliterate a few of the
low health minions in front. Her gold was growing heavy but she
couldn't leave lane with so much pressure in all the others, if
she lost a tower here the team would certainly have even less a
hope of winning.
The ward went out in her tri-bush and with a worried glance
towards the oncoming wave, she quickly made her way towards the
dark and ominous territory with a ward selected in her
inventory, her voice muttering quietly to herself instead of her
summoner. "This is no good..."
#Post#: 355141--------------------------------------------------
Re: Welcome to the League of Draven.
By: Haburi Shimofuri Date: December 11, 2013, 1:11 am
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Look at all these things I never wanted. Respect, admiration,
the loss of everyone and anything I had to call my own. Taking
things into perspective I look in the mirror to what I
originally had called my own hero, but is now nothing more than
fragile glass and an empty reflection. Seeing things as what
they truly were is a kryptonite and a crutch for a savior. Yes,
if you lived here in this city I have bound to have saved
someone close to you. A Hero, a Second Coming, a fucking...
Mutant Messiah, all of these names are things people have said I
am. It's not true though.
Sitting beside the still smoked debris of the home I used to
have was the only down time I had. Looking into the sky I
brushed my black hair back away from my stitches that remind me
of the importance of restraint daily, and sighed. The world I
have come to know is dull and pathetic, but it's enough for me.
To stray too far from the memoriam of my past suffocates what
feeling in my heart I still have left. I've tried to save the
lives of several others in countries far away and still the same
thing repeats itself. I can't stand moving away.
What I thought was the patter of a raindrop tapping my forehead
was but rather a single blue light forged from the sky. The
moment left myself too drowsy to understand what came next was
the recoil of stone steps thudding my temple. Sideways was a
world of dark greens and puzzling music... That's when the
coldest touch I've ever felt in my life grasped and clutched my
sides. Lifted into the air I almost dared to speak, but held
myself back with wide eyes until I refocused what was in front
of me.
"I'd hurry your horseplay there partner... I don't know how you
scale too well later, but don'tchu have to fret too hard about
bot. Kill lanes are what me and tin can here have in common.
Come on, match is about to start."
"Beep."
When my eyes looked to see what had picked me up, I didn't
expect to see the worlds fattest working kids toy to be
scratching his head as if they could feel an itch. The most
tenacious voice called into my head as if he already knew about
me. "Harou, knew Champ, time to see if you're broken as they
said or as useless as I think you probably are. Now get going,
secure red." Without much debate I felt control ever so slightly
shift out of my control, guiding me forward towards the middle
lane that was before me. It was the most peculiar feeling to
have the most overwhelming urge to tear something to shreds...
The sights and profiles of future victums fell before my senses.
All of them must die, all must be sacrificed for my strength can
never be enough. I need to become more... so much more to secure
the safety of my people. Before I could get to riled up, a
feeble old hand touched my rough black sleeveless unzipped
hoodie.
"In time Harou.... You will understand. Remember who you are,
and you will set us free. I foresee this potential in you..."
Without much more conversation he flew away with what looked
like a dysfunctional coo coo clock strapped to his back. My
experience there for the first time was something both
frightening and exhilarating. From bushes I escaped into battle
with the power of the slain beasts of the cursed forests. They
strengthened my fists and made me feel empowered with unlimited
energy. I was becoming an expert at catching robots out of mana
and squashing bugs with an ambitious Alligator by my side. It
was a first, but certainly not the last as I camped the bushes
to match muscle with a massive wild boar and the strangely
attractive woman warrior that tested my skin with her mace.
Towers were brought crumbling down by my hands, and their armies
were capsized in seconds from my Iceborn Gauntlets.
As the time passed, larger scale fights busted out with a power
struggle at the pit of Baron Nashor. I managed to slip by the
most mentally disturbed kid I think I've ever seen in my life,
but my Summoner pulled me away from her for reasons I didn't
understand. "Fed", don't really understand what that means
besides having a nice sandwich but it was out of my hands.
Approaching bottom with my map the selfish shit that spoke to me
in my head forced me to sneak by River to seal her escape route
which was agreeable. Except this woman I met didn't really seem
as blood thirsty or vile as the others. She had nothing as
revealing as the others and she was cloaked in feathers. Hardly
a threat, but the annoying voice insisted on total advantage.
Springing up on foot by the water that splashed against my toes
I came up from behind her and dashed in with a burst of energy
to close the gap. In a fingertips pull, I loosened the strings
on my lips to speak a soft whisper in her direction that shot
out, pressing against her back like a brick to pin her against
the turret. Charging after, I lifted off my feet and curled a
fist to bring down to her left cheek. In her soft eyes and
innocent reflection I resisted every tug and urge, but the voice
commanded more of me to strike her. To tame her. To bring swift
death.
#Post#: 355144--------------------------------------------------
Re: Welcome to the League of Draven.
By: Elin Date: December 11, 2013, 1:48 am
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Placing a ward when so many enemies were missing seemed like a
monumental task. Far too many times had come when a simple ward
placement turned into a vicious and unforgiving gank that would
result in simply death. Eri hoped high, along with her summoner,
that maybe they were just slaying the river's dragon and had no
intention on assaulting her in bottom lane.
As she placed the ward, the summoner's orb's display blinked red
for only a moment and their reaction time was not fast enough to
send Eri instructions to retreat further backwards before the
full profile of the enemy jungler had appeared with a
frightening sort of ferocity. "Dammit, fall back from the tower
and recall, you can't fight him!"
Eri would have been glad to but, as a shuddering sort of force
threw her back into the rough and broken masonry of the tower,
the breath was knocked out of her in a painful sort of gasp and
her entire mind went blank for just a moment. The summoner was
toiling in fear as he saw a familiar symbol appear over his
champion on the field, the symbol for 'stunned'. It was hardly a
long stun but for both champion and summoner, it felt like an
eternity.
As the blow landed, her hit points dropped and she cried out in
pain while the sudden, deep bellow of a tower acquiring a
target sounded out. As her inventory hastily emptied health
potions, the summoner made a foolish decision out of fear. The
jungler was taking turret shots now, if he could just keep him
in tower range, he could possibly slay the jungler! Eri felt the
decision of her summoner and she frantically spoke to him
through her mind in those short few seconds. "It's not wise,
he's too strong right now. Their team is too fed!" But a
champion's words would be lost on a summoner that would not want
to listen.
Even though she disagreed, the Summoner reigned command and as
she moved briefly from the man's range, her snowy white cloak
arced wide behind her and with a flurry of feathers she was sent
forward with the wind whistling through her ears. In a flurry of
feathery whiteness, she appeared behind the man and as she felt
the auto-lock of her ultimate, the power surged through her
briefly, blessing briefly the design of her point-and-click
ultimate. Gentle hands grasped onto the biceps of the enemy
who had attacked her, and decked her still low health, and
despite her not wanting to...she cast her ultimate.
Her cloak let out a powerful whoosh that sent them airborne at a
frightening sort of speed. Wind whipped the silver of her hair
and the air stung her eyes, it got frighteningly cold and as
her cloak's feathers fell about them, she looked down towards
the one she'd suppressed and grabbed and offered a look of
sympathy and regret as she shifted their forms along with
another powerful burst of energy from her feathered cloak. They
were now spiraling fast in a flurry of limbs and white until
they hit the ground with a thundering impact that momentarily
stunned her and her enemy. But would it be enough? The tower
wouldn't target an enemy pulled so high airborne, it would only
focus in on the enemy now stunned with her for those few, short
moments of pain. Her summoner still foolishly believed this
could be done, he could turn the tide of the game and boost
morale with this jungler's death...that's what he thought until
a familiar sound called out. Like the sound of rusty elevator
doors parting and the whir of machinery, a massive machine-like
hand raced out and due to her stun, she couldn't even fight back
as the brass fingers locked around her body and squeezed her
painfully tight. Eri choked out before her form was nothing but
a white blur pulled away from the safety of her tower. Even as
the grab stopped and her stun ended, she was hit with the
thundering force of Blitzcrank's stun and before she knew it,
she was looking down the double barrels of Graves's shot gun.
A single bang sounded out and the white form crumpled inside of
the brush, unseen and hastily forgotten as the summoners discord
continued to explode far away from the actual battle of the
rift.
Dying in the rift was strange. You felt all the pain and you
felt the sensation of dying but you never actually 'died'. Like
lying within the stasis of your own mind, you were dead in every
sense of the word but your spirit remained in tact. When this
cruel game set its time limit on what your life seemed to be
valued at, it would revive you and without all the pain. It was
breathtaking and fascinating but it didn't change the fact that
you HAD died. You experienced death in an unnatural circumstance
and would continue to defy him until...until what?
The summoner was angry, furious even at the events. He shouted
across the room towards the opposing summoners, fierce and
vehement. "What, can't take me on alone so you have your friends
help you?! How lame is that!!" Then, towards his allies, he
raged endlessly. "I can't carry all your goddamn noob playing,
either we surrender or I'm going to feed!" His teammates
retaliated angrily, still believing they had a chance meanwhile
the angry summoner saw this as them simply accepting his
challenge, telling him to feed. He would give them what they
wanted, if that was the case!!
The rest of the game was nothing but pain for Eri. Despite
begging her summoner to stop in his merciless disposal of her
life, he wouldn't listen to her. He sent her into the Dragon's
pit to burn alive, he sent her towards Baron Nashor's den to be
mauled and mutilated, he sent her down mid-lane where one-sided
team-fights would occur and she would die in a number of ways.
THe burn of electricity as it singed her skin, the smell of
gunpowder as it burrowed into her body, even the blaring heat of
Renekton's blade as it simmered inside her bones. Eventually,
the enemies saw no point in killing a dead girl walking and
ignored her completely to which her summoner would stand her in
front of an enemy turret until it obliterated her very being.
Eri was so tired and the pain was never ending... What had
happened to the nervous summoner at the beginning who she
thought was kinder than this?
As the game went on, her allied summoners had eventually come to
a consensus that surrendering was the only option. They couldn't
stand to be slaughtered over and over whilst bickering like
children. When the vote was cast, it was eagerly met and Eri
stood at their prized Nexus when it imploded upon itself,
sending shards of beautiful gem and hand-crafted stone outwards
in disarray. She hated such a defeat for it was embarrassing and
painful but, it was much better than feeling the hatred of her
fellow summoner's. It was not her fault, this is true but, the
hate her summoner was receiving felt just as intense to her.
"Defeat." The word possibly stung her more than any death she'd
taken the whole game. But what stung her most were the words her
Summoner decided to shout out for both teams to equally hear.
"This champion's so stupid! Riot's done such a good job at
breaking all your guys's champs but goes ahead and leaves me
with a piece of garbage that's worse than nerfed Evelynn!"
Perhaps it was true, perhaps she truly was just... a bad
champion.
The white-cloaked woman stood in shame as the music of defeat
greeted her ears and her teammates groveled in their
frustrations. If it were not for the summoners, the tide of
battle could have gone so much differently. They were not weak,
they didn't want to fight the way they were forced to... The
girl sighed and looked upwards towards the sky that never
changed in this place and awaited the removal from the game.
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Re: Welcome to the League of Draven.
By: Haburi Shimofuri Date: December 11, 2013, 3:05 am
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The feeling of untold forces of wind grabbing you by your arms
and flinging your body away into the air is a weightless
experience I don't especially care for. It's humiliating to be
made a fool of by gravity when we test its boundaries every day.
Crumbling in grovelling defenselessness, I bore the burden of
the intense light that dropped down to take its aim. The
repetitious onslaught was a siege of my will. With my body as a
temple, its rampart blasted the ruins and tested the strength of
my progress in this so called "Game." Before I could help
myself, my lips departed once more to whisper a small force
barrier against the turret shots to spare myself the burden of
one more hit as I tripped through the gaudy Purple Minions that
were making their way past me to barely place dents back into
the turret. Tagging out with the strange Cowboy and his Robot
friend I sat tired and exhausted of the gleaming light that
assaulted me in the tall grass. The blue light cascaded back
down upon my sweating beat expression. My eyes closed to embrace
its light, ready for it to take me back home, far away from the
nonsense of what has become mild slavery. Instead I reopened my
eyes to the hollow steps of the fountain that taunted me with
its blandness.
My soul grows weary of such abused injustice... it saddens me
Summoner. "It's a game Harou. Get used to it and get back out
there. Orianna is pushing Mid and Blue is up."
Depressed and clumsy my feet moved swiftly with enchanted Home
guard boots that propelled me right back into the senseless
fighting over and over as if the twenty seconds of walking to
our tower wasn't something closer to peaceful. Now imbued with
new found strength that was something like a Highlander sequel,
I dashed into the spawning team fight at mid, crushing hopes and
health bars with one two punches. The battle ended with a double
kill on my part and the third death result of a Renekton flash
Slice and Dice to steal what would have been my third
consecutive kill. My summoner wasn't very happy, but neither was
I at the time so at least we were on the same page. Despite such
a victory I grumbled in silence as I saw the same poor young
woman being forced to stand her ground against Baron Nashor
himself. Again and again she came to me looking lost and
deprived of her own being. Again and again I was forced to put
her down with as few strikes as possible in hopes to make her
life end without more senseless struggle.
This is not who I am. I know I don't save the lives of
outsiders, but this... This is unforgivable... How could such a
summoner toy with life and death so carelessly like toy
soldiers? Ours isn't but to do and die, it's to consider the
well being of a brighter tomorrow. Back to my summoner I pleaded
a sense of pointlessness. 'She's hardly worth two wards, could
we possbily skip the feeding and end this game already?' "She'll
make my Kill Death ratio look really nice... I think we pay her
another visit before Nashor puts her back to death again."
'Hardly honorable. I'm sure a man of your status would much
rather be onto more challenging games... Take the damn tower or
I will make you regret having fingers.' "Fine fine, I get it.
You have the hots for the scarcely dressed bitch, whatever. I'm
only ending this game because I really do have better things to
do with my time. You have a stupid kit anyways."
In a few hits more, my bloodthirster kicked in and finally
smashed through their glass Nexus and it ended. "VICTORY!" The
announcer proclaimed with her off British accent. As I stood
waiting for the summoner to move on and finish bragging his
stats to the entire arena and the other summoners my eyes
focused and locked onto the delicate woman that held herself
together just barely in the spell sealed enemy fountain. Words
filled her head and conscious directly as I spoke to her
telepathically.
'I am... so... sorry...' My head dipped in sorrow and
disappointment for what I had witness for the first time in all
of my life. The price of renowned power had never became more
clear.
In my mind it was nothing but the most frightening dream, but in
my heart I knew it was all too real.
The next thing seen was the very rubble these feet were
accustomed to in lieu of the haunting grassy fields of Summoners
Rift. The town was still as quiet as sheep resting with their
lambs. Inside there was panic strewn across every inch of my
being. It would prove to be a more difficult night for sleep
than the night of my first murder. The guilt exerted an
unyielding pressure that made it all too impossible to move a
muscle. In defeat, I laid still and slowly tormented in dry
glassy eyes. Waiting ever so patiently, as if the painful memory
would be lifted.
Any moment now.
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Re: Welcome to the League of Draven.
By: Elin Date: December 11, 2013, 4:28 am
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Eri closed her eyes with the sting of defeat still fresh and
burning. When she opened them she saw nothing but sky
surrounding her like a vast, upside-down ocean. It was a relief
to be back near her home and away from the pain of Summoner's
Rift.
Eri lived on a tall mountain just outside of the glorified
Ionia. Her home was modest, a small shack of sorts crafted right
into a plot of the mountain. The stone walls kept out the cold
and absorbed the heat while offering her a bird's eye view of
the world around her. Gazing outwards with both feathers and
hair whipping within the corners of her vision, Eri could make
out the floating fortress of the Syndra the Dark Sovereign, the
temples of the ninjas, and if she squinted...why, she could
almost see Zed, the Master of Shadows, temple. Eri had always
liked Zed. If you talked to him outside of battle and made
careful to tiptoe around his past, he was a very decent person
to talk to.
She breathed in a deep, fresh gulp of air and closed her eyes.
Scenes of her crushing defeat weighed heavy in her vision and
she grimaced just slightly. It would od no good to think about
her defeats too long... but it still was too fresh to forget
about. Eri gazed outwards towards the vast beauty of Ionia from
afar before turning her back upon the sight to retreat inside of
her home. She could use this time to try and figure out what
exactly she did wrong...
By accident, she'd fallen asleep and beneath the occasionally
twitching lids of her eyes, she saw dreams. In her dream was a
tower isolated and situated far inside a seemingly endless
rolling plain. The grass was as green as emeralds and the sky as
blue as sapphires, the soft clouds floating by weightlessly
while birds migrated within the deep, over-head ocean. They sung
their songs to her in her dreams, tales of their adventures and
their flights, and she listened eagerly. It was the perfect
picture of peace...until the sound of a door opening entered the
beauty of her dream. The door looked as heavy as her heart when
she turned around in her dream, and at the end of the door was a
figure too blurry to make out. He had begun to speak, she didn't
know how he was a he but she just...felt that it was.
"Eri, I worked on the...perfected...come now, don't be
scared...just a little pinch." The voice kept cutting in and out
like static on an old television and she struggled to understand
what he was saying. The fuzzy figure approached her and suddenly
she was frightened. Eri didn't know why or how but...she was
scared of this man. Scared of whatever he was talking about...As
he approached her, she backed against the open window she'd been
admiring the outside world through, and her tiny dream body kept
pushing and pushing against the window sill until it fell away
from behind her. The unidentified figure speaking as she fell
from the tall tower window, falling in slow motion as his words
and the caw of birds around her grew louder and louder and
louder...
She woke up. Eri was panting and breathless while touching her
chest above her heart, feeling the thump of the organ beneath
her flesh. It was that dream again...The woman shook her head
before slowly beginning to refocus in on the world around her as
the dream stayed fresh on her mind. There was cawing, much of it
in fact, and it brought a smile to her lips. Living alone on
such a place that tried to kiss the clouds meant little in terms
of friendships and company. Who would want to trek all the way
up such hazardous passes and rocky terrain to see her? No one,
that's who! Eri did not blame them though and most times she'd
just go and see them herself but, in her less social days, she
always had the birds to keep her company.
Eri had wandered outside with a handful of crumbled bread when
she felt a familiar ping in her head. Slowly, nervousness and
fear oozed through her veins like molten molasses as she
realized she was being called into another test on the Rift. She
sighed heavily and sprinkled the bread crumbs about while wiping
her hands on her thighs, shifting her now clean hands towards
the feathery and rather fluffy hood of her cape to pull it over
her head as she stepped further out upon the mountain's tip to
greet the blinding blue light that called for her service.
As the blue light swallowed her whole and teleported her towards
a familiar, rustic looking location, Eri vowed that this
time...she wouldn't disappoint her summoner again.
The strange scoreboard knowledge was introduced to her as she
looked at her teammates, one in particular sparking her
interest. It was the same champion from the last game! Despite
being new, she'd seen very little of this particular jungler
seeing how most people preferred an easier jungling method than
his. She knew little of his methods and abilities, only knowing
that one of his spells had stunned her rather viciously... Her
summoner spoke to her in an aloof sort of tone. "The new
support, huh? Figured I'd give you a go. Your ult looks pretty
cool...reminds me a bit of Urgot's, only a lot more fun." Eri
felt slightly proud as he spoke of her in a more...praising
manner than her last Summoner. She nodded her head before
remembering he could not see her yet, then she spoke quietly and
gently as the loading interval had stopped and her team was
deposited upon the glowing runes of the Rift's base. "I hope it
suits your needs, Summoner."
Eri approached the shop immediately as they'd spawned and her
summoner was quick to buy the required supporting items; a
faerie charm, a trinket, some potions and the last remaining
wards. "I'll do my best this time."
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Re: Welcome to the League of Draven.
By: Haburi Shimofuri Date: December 11, 2013, 7:47 pm
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The same nightmare rattled my cage to a gasping awakening like
each previous night before. In out of breath panic, the eyes of
a demoralized warrior staggered up and down the scenes of
daylight breaking in through the windows of neighbors. Flowers
and bountiful life surrounded me in serene spectacular beauty
that captivated the beauty of this picture from a distance.
Lifeless stone blocks was my bed-rest, but this thickened skin
that aged from several disputes to the death made me feel as if
I rested on a pile made of a lovers lock of hair. Moving my
sharp tongue around in my mouth I cleared my lips for what lied
next. In a groggy reach for my back pocket I leaned to the side
to fetch out a small silver lined stack of gum which was soon
divided solely to extract but one piece and slide into my mouth.
When you have forced yourself to live a life of restraint and
muffled speech, you understand very quickly that you can
actually feel your breath become worse and worse. So, you really
do make sure to upkeep a religious around the clock stick of gum
to keep yourself from scaring away anyone who isn't already
frightened of a stitched up face.
In my haste I looked up towards the sky once again, only to cut
my neck straight back down in brace. Ever since the horrible
experience I faced I knew that I could never look up at the
white pillow fluffed clouds ever again. It saddened me. However,
I could still feel it ever so close. That slow creeping blue
light tapping the tip of your head in metronome with the passing
seconds. Made you feel that at any point and time you could just
up and disappe-
Without much moments notice I had vanished, completely unaware
of the fact that the ever closer blue teleporting light was
actually targeting me. Reawakening to the harsh cold reality of
previously restored nightmares was a torment in its own vicious
cause. My fingers began to itch and shake as they slid down my
thighs and I broke down slightly. Coughing out despair in
silence, I tried to tape and piece myself back together so that
I may endure what was about to become another tough reality. I
had to honestly try to enjoy myself this time or it would become
just another harsh experience. In every mans nature, there is a
beautiful admiration for the art of battle and its violent
adrenaline. Yet, when my head turned slightly left I could see
before my eyes the very woman I had broken before. In sight I
could still see the bruises and welts that I placed into her
delicate wintery white skin and the feathers of the wings I
clipped from a delicate bird.
'H.... Hm.... Help me at Blue. Please.'
Taking a few steps out of base I couldn't take a slightest
breath of relief before a now different voice called like an
angry buzzard pecking at my ears. "Yo bitch, we're gunna take a
more aggressive approach to this game. We're gunna fuck with
their Red. You're so broken at even level one it won't really
matter what they have on the other team." I could then hear him
call out to the rest of the summoners nearby "HEAR THAT FAGGOTS.
We're taking red. Guard my own red you scrub Garen."
Submissively I nodded, understanding fully well that I had
control over my own body until he said otherwise. Best to just
keep what I had before he revoked the privileged. 'Scratch that
order, we're apparently invading this time.'
The same path through the forest was still as haunting as ever
despite the accursed creatures still hadn't been summoned to our
plane of existence yet. Though the grass had the same sharp
feeling in my toes like stepping on crunchy cardboard, I found
myself navigating bush to bush with no miserable idea as to what
might lie in wait. Assuming the oppositition wasn't already in
place, we were taking a gamble considering we were up against
Lee Sin Jungle. Knowing he'd start at Red just as I would, bad
company was bound to be just around the corner. I paused in the
bush that rested behind the massive Lizard we were about to
attempt to slay. In dreadful patience I awaited the rest of my
team, and soon looked behind me in high hopes that they were
close.
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Re: Welcome to the League of Draven.
By: Elin Date: December 11, 2013, 11:29 pm
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Her fingers moved with a special sort of assurance as she tucked
the ends of her white hair beneath the fluffed hood of her cape,
pulling the softness close to her cheeks as blue eyes stared
outwards with determination. Eri had faith that she could do
this better, she'd make sure her summoner would be proud of her!
Docking through her inventory, Eri gave a small side-cast glance
towards the newest jungler to the Rift and nodded immediately at
his words. If they played a bit more safer and made wiser
choices during this game, they could certainly succeed! Yet she
already felt a slow piling of dread within as the thoughts of
her summoner rang clear and rather iffed within her head.
"Idiot. We can't start a level 1 invade, they'd demolish us at
red." Her summoner was pretty open about the dislike they felt
towards this idea, shouting out in that still casual aloof tone.
"Are you trying to give first blood, idiot? They have a Lee Sin
jungle, I don't care how OP this new jungler is; Lee Sin has one
of the best jungles in game. If his team can follow up, they'll
get us."
Eri let out a loud and hefty sigh as the summoners bickered but
her pathfinding was already in action. Her arms were encompassed
within the folds of feathers and they seemed to ruffle as if
they were alive while she followed closely behind her teammate
whose name she had always failed to remember. Her eyes looked
towards the perilous jungle in the distance while they safely
traversed through theirs while nearing the border the river
acted as. Once they passed through the mucky water and buzzing,
swamp-like flies, they were in enemy territory. The gold chains
around her neck that was also resembling feathers tinkled
together as her body came to a halt in the tri-bush of their
enemy's bot lane. She hunched down within the scratchy grass
until it swallowed her entire body and hid it within the dirty
foliage that had certainly been watered with plenty of
champion's blood... Her summoner was still arguing while
simultaneously trying to assess which route would be wisest.
They could be at the buff's side bush where most jungle
typically started but...they could have knowledge of the invade
and could be waiting in the bush behind the vicious lizards that
would spawn sooner and sooner. It seemed as though her ally was
heading towards the back bush and she gulped nervously as his
body disappeared within its leafy folds.
Eri was on edge as she awaited for the off-British accent to
boom ahead with the words "First Blood!", but to her relief, she
heard no such thing...yet. With the assurance that he was
alive, meaning no enemies yet, she was quick to hustle in close
behind him until they were back to back. She scouted behind them
towards the opening of river while giving him the chance to
assess what was happening near the entrance towards red-buff.
They still had some time left while their summoners complained
before red would spawn...
"Your name. I never got to know your name." Her voice was
quietly toned down to a whisper but, it was still soft and
slightly warm while she kept most of her focus upon the dark and
murky water in front of her. "Sometimes I don't pay attention at
loading...my name's Eri. It's nice to have you on my team this
time." She gave a slight tilt of her head to toss him a slight
smile, her attempt at making things lighter between them.
Bruises did remind her of the last time they'd fought but, that
was simply the way things worked on the Fields of Justice. You
fought and you either won or lost, wounds could heal overtime
and the League certainly wouldn't allow its prized champions to
be hurt to the point where they were incapable of battle.
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Re: Welcome to the League of Draven.
By: Haburi Shimofuri Date: December 12, 2013, 1:12 am
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'As much as I do look forward to speaking with you this honestly
isn't the time nor place... Speak through your mind the words
you wish for me to hear, but Lee Sin is a bit notorious for his
ability to (Leesin) to his surroundings...' I looked over and
squinted barely to see her left eye peeking out of the dirty
brush across the ways. The ticker clicked steadily in my head. '
Into the bush at 2 minutes... Summoner plans on catching Lee Sin
halfway into the fight already hurt.' I began to creep myself
out of the bush as it drew closer. Fifty Five. It's started.
Motioning over Syndra that awkwardly hovered lowly to the ground
and Varus that kept mostly to himself, I gave the Sovereign the
go. She unleashed a Dark Sphere into the bush as I jumped in
with my W to slow. I closed my eyes to keep myself from
imagining the poor souls I'll have to punish today, but I
resisted opening my eyes till I felt the crunch of the ground
under my foot. No one was there. It was empty. The Lizard
grunted and snarled at my face almost as if to mock my obvious
mistakes.
And then it hit me, literally. A strange blue ball rushed and
tagged with a light sting in my chest. However what followed
after was the emerging sight of a blindfolded man jumping into
the grass and planting his foot straight into my face. With a
snarl I wrestled back to my feet after falling to the floor,
preparing fists to strike. My right aimed for his face and his
left took my gut. We traded blows like true martial artists with
snap kicks to the neck barely having time to block any shots.
Truly I would be grateful to have regular bouts with this man
any day, but for today I had to keep alive. The rest of our
teams followed in as a messy 4v4 with me and Lee Sin still in
the bush spamming our one ability back and forth till it was
clear the element of surprise won him this encounter. 80 Health
to 120, if I just had ignite I would have charged back in, but
our Adc was already backing up to get ready for his lanes.
Lee Sin however wouldn't cut the chase so easily. With a last
minute decision I jumped into the Dragons Den to take a quick
breath of air, just the slightest momentary break. My skin was
lined red with imprints of his fists in my body, reminiscent of
the fights I had not too long ago yesterday. These hands were
dripping with sweat, the knuckles cracked with blood. My
summoner was furious with the sequence of events and was
spamming the Two last health potions I had left in my inventory.
I nearly drowned from the crazy buzz those things do to your
body. It's like feeling muscle tendons reconnect very painfully
slow back together. However I turned around to see a small flash
pop and Lee Sin standing behind me. My Summoner panicked and
flashed back over the wall closer to the enemy instead of
towards our own turrets. Grieving from the mistake and
instantaneous head rush that brought me in a quick snap over the
hump I sighed one last time in peace before panicking again to
remember he's probably coming back around. Out of health potions
and a slave to Cool Downs I found myself in an odd place as I
felt the stinging splash of Lee Sins blue orb thud against my
back. With eyes riddled in despair I looked over hopelessly to
find only the gentle spirited Flying Gale herself being the only
team mate nearby.
'Help... me...'
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Re: Welcome to the League of Draven.
By: Elin Date: December 12, 2013, 1:42 am
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The trade off was vicious and unlike most supports, she
possessed no way to heal or shield the jungler. It was
frustrating to be a support that couldn't do either of those
things and she silently envied some of the more popular
supports; Nami and Soraka in mind. Eri wanted to move to rush
into the surprisingly even battle she was witnessing but her
stubborn summoner forced her to lie in wait and watch as her
teammate's health was slowly whittling down. She could have had
more hope upon his abilities and kill potential if it wasn't for
Lee Sin being...Lee Sin. She'd seen a few battles with him and
he was much like an eel; slippery and nearly impossible to
catch, let alone kill.
They had a moment of reprieve and Eri silently begged her
summoner through the connections inside of their heads.
"Summoner, please allow me to assist. This isn't a time to
decide to be petty and take your frustrations out on the
champion rather than the summoner!" She could practically feel
the indignation he was refocusing on her ally instead of his
senseless rivalry. A common happenstance in the League, most
champions suffered the personal arguments of their Summoners...
Eri let out a frustrated sigh and peeked back outwards from the
brush towards the cornered jungler whose health bar was
continuing to empty like a pint of ale in Gragas's arms. For a
moment, they locked gazes and she could see the momentary sheen
of fear within them and she barked at her Summoner again.
"Summoner, we will wind up giving first blood!" Her summoner
pondered the thought for a moment before he let out an
exasperated sigh and her movements were soon swiftly bringing
her from the brush.
The longer this dragged out, the worse it would be. Mid was
currently missing on the enemy team and the junglers were still
duking it out, if this continued there was no way they could
fight two of them... The swift and white form darted from the
brush as the blue orb collided with her jungler's body and her
delicate fingers pulled their way from the bindings of her
cloak, producing a single feather in each hand that she threw
with speed towards the incoming Lee Sin. He took both hits with
a grunt but she was countered quickly with a swift fist to the
gut. The impact made her cough out and she lurched forward
slightly before she could even register the rustling of the
nearby brush. It was as she'd feared... The enemy Zed had
arrived.
The air screamed as if it'd been cut by the menacing shuriken
that were thrown out, she'd barely dodged them when she'd
frantically recovered from Lee Sin's fierce fists. Eri bit
tightly on her bottom lip as the summoners had begun to argue
among each other. "Get out of there, what are you doing!" She
looked quickly towards her jungler and she let out a frustrated
grunt when the Master of Shadows appeared. This was going to
be...ugly.
Eri knew she could not fight them. A level one support fighting
two carries, one with full health at that, it was impossible but
her jungler certainly couldn't last long at all. With a soft
sigh of resignation, she shouted towards him while her cloak
ruffled around her. "Run, I'll slow them down!" She crouched
briefly and as feathers billowed around her feet, she smiled in
a bittersweet manner and tossed her words towards him as her
body was lunged forward with a whistle of the air, launching
herself directly towards both Zed and Lee Sin. Her ability made
it so that the dash was instantaneous and when she'd landed
close enough, it shoved both of them back with a howl of the
air.
"Nobody cares if a support dies."
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