Demacia Needs Heroes

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Dybia

Junior Member

02-14-2013

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Originally Posted by Saucy Duck View Post
I can't lie, the only females in this game I find attractive are ones designed by IronStylus :x
Come on, not even any of those hot ass yordles?


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Zakjal

Junior Member

02-14-2013

Simply amazing job there, Iron. I really enjoyed reading all you wrote and I agree completely.

"You will get your stripped down heroes" Please no. I wish you could work on every single champion we get from now on. I think that kind of 'theme' is something silly aimed towards masturbating losers that can't really appreciate a character for their actual traits aside from fapping material, and therefore, are stupid.


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octavian1127

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02-14-2013

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Originally Posted by AbyssionKnight View Post
That crossbow-ish weapon looks like its held / used awkwardly. Looks as though she holds onto a bar near the end, presumably like, squeezing it to fire or something? With only that tail sort of bit (which I assume goes to either side of her arm) for support, I imagine that thing would have some rather awkward recoil. It also seems pretty top heavy, so I guess her wrists are pretty op to hold that thing.

Well, this is assuming she uses it one handed like that, and that isn't just a pose for the sake of showing off Valor as well. >_>;

Regardless though she seems awesome! I absolutely love the look of this champion, and seriously hope her kit matches the theme!

Also, I feel like Iron Solari Leona and her bot would be so appropriate. xD They deserve a parrot passive together. :x

This is how crossbows worked. There was no modern trigger mechanism. There was no shoulder stock like a gun. And recoil doesn't work the same way it does for firearms (would be after/just as bolt is leaving rather than at moment of firing).


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Not a Car syndra

Senior Member

02-14-2013

I think I found my next Champion o.o; What's da skin look like too?


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Mugguffen

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02-14-2013

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You flatter me, dear sir.

@Everyone who liked the story.
I really appreciate everyone's comments and opinions on the small story. It means a lot to me that I managed to write something that entertained so many.
I'm more than shocked and I'm blown away by IronStylus' response to my piece of fanfiction. Everyone wants to have a Rioter acknowledge a piece of art they made and I secretly hoped he would see it and say something along the lines of "Oh wow, that's great!" To have him say what he said made me speechless.

Thank you Community, you've given me the greatest Valentine's day present I could ever hope for.
you sir are an amazing writer, I do hope that you get credit where credit is due, that was by far the best adaptation of lore I have ever seen for this game


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KipeSama

Junior Member

02-14-2013

Simply put, i great Thread. cheers to all and IronStylus


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Mephistofeles666

Senior Member

02-14-2013

This teaser has teased me like no women ever could.
Pretty sure I'm not the only one.


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HayabusaZero

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02-14-2013

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***Awesome story***
Holy god, that was fantastic! Such a detailed story and how great you captured her character with just IronStylus explanation. I could totally imagine Quinn doing everything you described with a smile on my face.

I hope Riot does something like this in the future, as LoL has great potential to explore all this rich characters. But please, do us a favor and try to get a job on Riot in the lore department, because you are seriously awesome!

Thanks for the great story =)


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XThe EcanemX

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02-14-2013

Haha! Yes. I knew she didn't have a mount


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IMTOOJUICY

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02-14-2013

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I've been wanting to write something for Quinn since I started reading the pieces. I couldn't figure out what to write though. So when I finally saw the art work and read a few of the threads regarding her armor, I decided I would leave my impression of her armor in story form.

From what I've seen of the armor, I am left with the impression that the only metal armor on her body would be her boots, knee guards/leg guards, shoulder armor, the metal at her waist, and the wrist guard/perch. After looking at her pants, I think that she is wearing a bodysuit underneath and the baggy material is just connected to the metal around her legs and is just there to hold the pieces together. I think this because the straps at the top of the brown material seem pointless otherwise. Think of it like a fireman putting on his uniform, except the uniform stops at the bottom of her pelvis. Like additional pants, but better. THIS IS ONLY MY IMPRESSION. I don't think I'm correct, but I wanted to write it that way.

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Quinn watched him as he climbed the steps. Prince Jarvan still baffled her. He was the opposite of everything she had thought. His steps were smooth and confident but not arrogant, reminding her of the soldiers she had seen as a child, marching though the city.

They reached the top of the stairs and Prince Jarvan lead her down a hallway and finally stopped in front of a door. He turned the knob, pushing the door open to reveal a spacious room.

"This will be your room from now on."

His tone easily implied that she shouldn't try to fight him on this. This room would be her's and there was no room for argument.

She slowly stepped into the room, her eyes quickly scanning the open space before she determined that no one would be jumping out at her. The colors were easy on her eyes, light brown walls and similar carpeting easily reminded her of the woods and the forest.

Reminded her of Caleb.

She shut her eyes and clenched her hands, forcing the thought away. She wouldn't ruin this day with such painful thoughts. She deserved a day free of guilt.

"Should you require anything, let one of the servants know. They will accommodate you," Prince Jarvan said behind her. She nodded and refused to look behind her till the door closed.

Letting out the breathe she didn't notice she was holding, she spotted a window and quickly raced over, popping it open. The cool breeze hit her and she felt the tension drain from her body. As she propped the window completely open, she spotted Valor circling above the building and raised her arm.

Valor circled once more before he swooped down and entered the window, bypassing Quinn's arm entirely to take perch on a nearby chair.
"You silly thing. Chairs are not perches." Valor just looked at her and she sighed in mock disgust, "Fine, you can stay there all night. However, do not complain to me when you wake up and your poor claws hurt."

Receiving no reply, Quinn stepped away from the window and stretched. Now that the tension was gone, she didn't feel so weighed down, so paranoid that someone would jump out from the shadows and slit her throat. Valor was by her side again and she was safe.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted folded clothes sitting on the room's bed. The beige material looked more comfortable than her dirt covered leathers. The more she thought about her current clothes, the more she desired to get out of them.

Getting out of skin-tight leathers always had the chance of slipping off easy... or forcing her to make a complete fool of herself by skipping around on one foot while trying to pry the material off the other. It took some time, but she was pleased to announce that she didn't fall once.

The leather pants now laid on the pristine white sheets and she took into account the damage the material had sustained in the fight and that they wouldn't be repairable. Her jacket was salvageable, but only barely. She'd have to get rid of the sleeves entirely...

She slipped on the roomy pants, enjoying the loose material. If she had to wear pants ever again, she was going to wear nice and loose material. Sure, tight leggings always got the job done, but sometimes the leathers toughened in the middle of a journey and that was not easy to run it.
As she slipped her over-shirt off, she stopped to think. What would they have her wear now?

She wasn't so naive that she believed they would let her slip away, back into the wilderness were she truly belonged. No, they would keep her close. She was given a place among the Demacian Elite, something no one just turned down.

Grabbing her bag, she slid into the unoccupied chair and opened her sketch book to an empty page. She took the pencil first, slowly drawing a figure. She added hair and a face similar to what she thought she looked like. Several attempts later, she was pleased with the base model and sat back, pencil on her lips, and thought about what she would want to look like.

Comfortable was her first thought and she smirked. Sketching on some baggy pants, she laughed at what she had drawn and quickly erased the outfit.

Valor raised on his wings, preening the feathers. She had always admired the beauty that Valor had, the sleek graceful look of his wings and tail.
She watched him, taking in the shape of his feathers and their arrangement. She would want to look like Valor. She wanted to honor him, to emphasize him. He was a part of her as much as her weapons, and if she had the chance to make her own armor, she would make sure he had a part in it.

She sketched out a small cloak, the ends mimicking his wing feathers. She also added a perch for him on an out-stretched arm, something that would allow him to land easily and take off from. She added in mock tail tail feathers to the outfit. It would match the cloak in color, she thought as she pulled out a blue inked pen she carried. The blue carried over into armor for her legs. The leg armor would be in two pieces, she decided. They would attach to a belt at her waist and would cover her legs. Her hips would have armor that moved, that shifted against each other. Nothing restrictive, but something that would give her some protection to her hips and waist. The armor would be connected by material that would lay on top of a body suit perhaps. The bodysuit underneath would give her the movement that she required, but the armor on top would give her the protection she needed.

The material would reach her knees and connect with knee guards. She sketched them pointed, much like Valor's beak. She looked over at Valor and laughed to herself, well maybe not exactly like Valor's beak...

She didn't know how long she had been sketching till a knock on her door pulled her out of her head. She had to blink for a moment before calling out, "Come in."

A servant woman opened the door and gave a deep bow, "My Lady, if you would please come with me, the bathing area is ready for you."
My lady? Quinn snorted to herself, much to the shock of the servant, but followed the servant out, none the less.

It wasn't too long after they left the room that another knock sounded. After a few moments, the door was opened to reveal Prince Jarvan, who swept the room with a glance. His eyes didn't see Quinn, but they caught on the scraps of paper that littered the table. He thought for a moment about the privacy of woman, but quickly abandoned the thought to his curiosity. A report perhaps?

It wasn't a report that sat on the table, but a sketch. A sketch of a rather unique looking set of armor that was worn by the newly famous Quinn herself. On her arm, sat her regal Valor.

"Prince Jarvan," a voice called from the doorway. Still holding the sketch, Jarvan turned to see the tailor he had instructed to meet him. Looking back at the sketch in his hand, he made his decision and smiled to himself.

Exiting the room, he gave the sketch to the tailor, "Send this to the Armor-smith."

The tailor looked at the sketch in his hands and set a questioning look to his prince, "Sir?"

"I want it done and ready for Quinn by the end of the week. Don't disappoint me."

With a gulp, the tailor nodded, "As my prince wishes."

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FORGIVE ME FOR THE LENGTH.
Could you please write another little short story which describes Janna's thought process during her costume selection?

For, um... reasons.