League of Legends: The Fall of the League, As Foretold by Necromonger (reposted)

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Navex575

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09-14-2010

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Necromonger

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09-15-2010

Small Update on page 3. check it out.


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Lu Caos

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09-15-2010

Very very nice dude :P Though I am curious what Karthus would be doing during all of this. You have any plans for him?


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Necromonger

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09-15-2010

Sorry, but most of the champs will only have cameos and one-liners; I don't have a chart indicating what happened to everyone.

But I think I am going to stick to my decision that every Yordle champ got eaten.


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Munchlord

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"For Katarina!"
Lol, nice.

As said earlier, you rock. Riot would make a serious mistake if they didn't go and hire you ASAP.


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Necromonger

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09-15-2010

Reserved for Act II scene iv - The King of Blackest Night and Darkest Shadow

Katarina had stood still for hours, while the seamstresses labored away at an inhumanely slow pace. Since early dawn, she could feel long needles graze her skin over a dozen times, but every curse she mouthed seemed to make these masked seamstresses work even slower.

"Wouldn't it be easier if you didn't wear those burdensome faux masks? At least you can actually see what you're doing!" She asked of thepurple robed servants of the Necromancer King. Their masks were all the more disturbing, with that narrow lipped smile, and those narrower eye slits. It was as if they enjoyed the cursing and the intentional rudeness of the Noxian princess.

Layers upon layers of lace, sequines, silk and ribbons seemed to be assembled upon her, yet her legs were thankfully still exposed... Except for black stockings and dark shoes. Then, more ribbons, strange facial powders and gold ornaments were installed in her rich crimson hair, weighing her down more.

Once the ungodly ritual had finally concluded at dusk, a full-bod mirror was brought before Katarina in her suite. The rage finally boiled over, as the shock and disbelief at what she wore came to full circle. She resembled some full sized, Noxian doll that seemed to belong to some creepy collection of her late elder sisters than some human nobility.

"G-G-G-goth... LOLI? WHAT... WHAT THE HELL IS THIS DRESS!?!?!?!?" The servants mimed giggles and amusement, and gestured Katarina to follow her. She had had enough. Whoever this Necro-king fellow was, he was pushing his influence, controlling every aspect of her public speech, public actions, and now her public attire.

For all the complexity of the garish ensemble, her legs were still free, and she shamelessly drove her lower leg into one of the masked servant's head, going for a lethal blow that will snap the servant's neck. Satisfaction turned to frustration, as the servant was fast enough to catch it, and strong enough to stop it at arm's length.

They repeated their gesture to follow their direction, though now Katarina complied- a second servant placed a hand on her shoulder, and the grip was very strong. Outside, a massive, undead figure awaited to escort the princess. He lifted his obscenely large axe and greeted the the hot-headed redhead in that gruff and direct manner befitting a Noxian reclaimed warrior.

"The Necromancer King awaits you, Katarina. Your father and the High Command are greatly pleased by your decision to unify-" Ever since they were welcomed to the Gray Palace, this brute had become particularly articulate- and his loyalties becoming misplaced.

"Shut it Sion!" She barked at him, though the warrior didn't seem to notice.

"The dress is exquisite on you, princess. the black lace-" To emphasize her last order, she drive a fist into that undead jaw, knowing he will at least feel that. "You know, you're beginning to sound like Taric." she added.

"Yes Princess." He finally said, after reattaching the rotten jaw.

They walked for quite a while down a long, gothic-classical decorated hallway towards the Throne Room, an incredibly large building that seemed to be impossibly gargantuan when they finally arrived after fifteen minutes of walking. This would be the first time they would meet- the new tyrant clenching his fist around the dessicated throats of the High Command. Necromancer King... a title meant to invoke fear.

The draconic statuary of the gardens and halls seemed to imply perhaps a fascination or relationship with the mighty creatures. Even the massive iron doors of the throne room were engraved with depictions of the long winding serpents, the scales and and eyes embedded with gold and rubies. The throne room must be an appropriately dark, grand place that showcases the King's majesty in all its wicked grandeur. The arrogant man must be some towering, armored figure of terrible visage... Like Mordekaiser. That's it- he's from here, so the one behind the doors must be even more impressive.

The doors finally began opening with a slow, heavy creaking. Air cold as the grave rushed between Katarina's exposed legs, prompting her to curse the freedom offered by the attire. The servants backed off and prostrated themselves before the doors.

"Sion... I'm going to need-" Kat turned her head up to face the tall warrior, only to see he too has knelt and bowed down before what was behind the slowly opening doors. Stupid undead don't follow my orders anymore... she concluded to herself. This much was certain- any and all reclaimed Noxian warriors who set foot on the main Island of Hades were suddenly kneeling and grovelling and proclaiming the greatness of this King who's face and voice they've never seen nor heard of before.

What Black arts could do this? not even the Occult Academians of Noxus could exert this much power. Thankfully, the High Command was isolated back on one of the resettlement islands- but that did not prevent political powers from swaying them.

Necromancer King indeed. Katarina peered into the gloom of the throne, a vast hall with a single throne and a single dim light shining on the seat of power. The Sinister Blade walked with confidence, with killing intent towards the shrouded King of Hades. Without further information, Katarian could only assume a powerful undead monstrosity similar to Baron Darkwill of the Noxian High Command, and thus was able to smuggle in a small wooden stake, Silver Dagger and Blessed Water from Ionia. Behind her back she poured a good amount on the wood and the blade, ready to Shunpo to the King and plunge both weapons into the heart.

When she was in viewing range of the Throne though, Katarina's weariness of this mad house of a country reach an all time high. On the throne was a young girl, a head shorter than Katarina, dressed up and adorned like a doll. her raven hair reached her ankles, as did the tasteless black-white goth-loli dress that seemed to be all the rage in this place.

Her eyes were something else entirely, though- glowing red with antediluvian evil, and sunken as though not having slept ever. She really did resemble the members of the High Command, and the Noxian princess could tell living beings from undead ones. Yet, this one was living.

Katarina's confusion stopped her from taking any action, and could only mouth a generic question.

"The... Necromancer King???" The hidden weapons returned to their place up her frilly sleeves.

"Why katarina! my bride, you are so beautiful!" She spoke with the high pitched voice a little girl, and moved like a girl as she embracedthe Noxian princess. She smelled of saffron, lilac and roses- a sickly sweet smell that overwhelmed the olfactory sense not so much as the odor itself but as to the cliche of it.

"Welcome to the Throneroom of Hades... the wedding ceremony will be held here next week!" She said with glee, holding Katarina's hands. She could only force a smile, normally reserved for frightening soldiers into compliance. Internally, she could only curse the fates being written for her.

Sept 19, 2010

After a few minutes, masked courtiers and servants brought in a small table, two chairs and a tea set... Sion was unusual enough to seat the girl king, while Kat pulled her own chair to seat. Sion served the biscuits and pastries for a smiling monarch and an incredibly furious princess. Katarina gave the undead warrior a hard look, who seemed completely oblivious.

Having little choice on the matter, Kat decided pour herself some tea and took a slice of strawberry shortcake... which was quite delicious. She opted a diplomatic route.

"Your... highness... concerning military actions to recover territories on the mainland..." she started with the obvious. The girl-king seemed oblivious and continued eating.

"It will be important to establish a forward garrison in key regions to secure logistical routes..." the King then interrupted.

"What theme should we have for our special day? I'd personally prefer Hades tradition, but maybe you'll appreciate a Noxian military engagement more."

"Uh... what? your highness, that's alright... Intelligence from the mainland suggests that Cho'gath's forces are mobilizing towards the coast. If we aren't careful, Charon's port..." the child was grating on her nerves, definitely.

"Oh... who should we invite? Should we keep it a solemn affair? or maybe all the heads of state..." She was blissfully discussing her own interests, pushing Kat's patience.

"Er... I don't mind. Look, your highness... It's important we think about what our next moves will be." the girl monarch fell silent for a while. It seemed she would finally respond to the Noxian Princess's concerns.

"Is this dress appropriate? Or maybe I should get a new one..." apparently not.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Katarina stood up and slammed her fists into the table.

"LISTEN YOU LITTLE BRAT, I don't know what kind of joke you're trying to pull, I'm not even sure if you are the real king, but I'm not about to spend the rest of my stay here entertaining some wierdo girl's fantasies!"

"Why are you hesitating in your attack, princess? surely you've noticed I'm not completely human. Or is it something about hurting children that's stopping you?" She spoke, this time with a dark, malevolent voice behind the child's speech.

"What the-" Kat gripped the weapons in her sleeve. Her training told her she should be ready for this, but something about it all seemed wrong.

"You're Noxus's finest assassin, The Sinister Blade. don't tell me you've never killed a child in your career?" She asked, successfully provoking the Sinister Blade to action.

"Don't look down on me!" She drove the silver knife into the child's chest, and started to run for it. Sion picked up his axe and looked at Kat; he summoned up malefic energies and channeled them through his eyes, intent on paralyzing Kat... but her movement was too quick, as she used her Shunpo ability to instantly teleport behind and above Sion, and kicking his head so hard it snapped completely sideways, interrupting the dread power.

Katarina sprinted as quickly as she could out the door, driving the wooden stake through one of her masked attendant's heart. She groaned in agony and crumpled to the ground, while the princess evaded a clawed hand going for her throat... more masked servants were arriving, but it was the sight of more former champions that concerned her.

A large gray wolf adorned partially in Zaun combat armor was sprinting towards her, fangs bared and mouth foaming... this creature was Warwick, a werewolf and a particularly vicious fighter. He lunged at her, intent on a takedown. Katarina leapt, both hands driving the wolf's jaws into the ground, combined with a somersault to get away. As she reached the citadel walls, with a burst of adrenaline, and a timely shunpo, she raced up the wall and grabbed top.

Freedom would not be easily had though; A field of electricity and the hum of techmathurgical devices caught her as she was about to scale the wall, and she instantly found herself back on the grounds. The mechanical abomination called Urgot, once a faithful Noxian like Sion, had used his hyper-kinetic position reverser device to switch places with her; his arachnid legs supporting him as he clung to the wall. His mechanical voice was truly terrible to hear as an enemy.

"You're not getting away, Princess!" He said, firing and missing several shots. She tumbled backwards to evade the shots, though the blades did make a few revealing tears in her dress.

Before she could take another step, bandages began to wrap around Katarina's arms and legs, immobilizing her. A small figure wrapped in dark bandages, the undead Yordle Amumu had materialized, crying as he spoke.

"Where are you going Princess? Don't leave the King... you're going to be together forever." He said, and twisted his bandages to further envelope Katarina. She managed to get one hand free, and repeatedly punched Amumu, but to no effect. Another figure approached her, also a champion now aligned with the king.

"You will submit to the will of the master!" A straw scarecrow with a sickle came over, an animated creature of dark magic. Fiddlesticks. The Harbinger laid a hand Katarina's head, and terrible visions began to fill her mind... deep, dark memories surfaced,

"the Ionian mission... oh gods...that kid I threw into the ocean..." Katarina's mind was assaulted, and she staggered from it. She was thrust back to that terrible day when her superiors ordered her to dispose of a small child. Killing the soldiers was easy, but even for someone like her, killing a defenseless child was just wrong.

Katarina found herself greatly weakened and lying on the ground, surrounded by former comrades. The girl-king arrived, clutching the wound on her body.She was bleeding profusely, and was clearly weakened, but spoke calmly as always.

"What an incompetent attack. You missed all my vital organs Kat... what kind of assassin are you? Or did you do so intentionally?"

"What are you..." She mouthed, fighting the after effects of the fear spell, mentally exhausted. That other voice, the dark and sinister one, proclaimed to her,

"I am the Necromancer-King, Katarina. There is no mistake... I am the Necromonger, the King of Blackest Night and Darkst Shadow. I am ancient and I am the land. I am the lord of all the undead and the d a m n ed, and soon, You shall be queen of my domain!" she grinned a nefarious smile; the knowledge and power of antiquity too clearly marking her as inhuman.

"Hearing your insane monologue before passing out... is the worst thing to happen to me." Katarina allowed herself to go unconscious, if only because she won't be killed for this test.

"Servant! repair this body. And bring the princess to her room, under lock and key." the Necromancer King said, and several masked servants complied, cleaning the wound. Sion carried Katarina back to her room, unable to voice the boiling rage and protest in his blackened heart, apologizing a hundred times mentally to his liege. He could only watch as his body made action of the king's will.


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Azarthes

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09-15-2010

I love this so much.
Like....... with great muchness.


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Kuranith

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09-15-2010

For katarina? HE ADMITS IT!


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Kuranith

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09-15-2010

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Disclaimer: please do not think reading this will make your mordekaiser game better. If anything, it may make you more prone to soloing their team, resulting in your (and maybe one enemy's) horrible death.
I did this, and won. Then again, i was level 16 and they were mainly 12s xD.

I had frozen mallet, ninja tabi, and 3 warmogs. Warmogs were mostly stacked.


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Necromonger

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09-15-2010

warmogkaisers are generally frowned upon.