The Zaunite alchemist sat behind his desk in his makeshift laboratory in a hastily dug trench, separating out measurements of coloured crystals to the flickering light of a lantern. Despite a near full moon, the cloud cover warranted their use. The crystals, in right amounts would eventually serve as catalysts in many of his experiments and he took great care to have exactly the right amounts of crystal in each pile. He adjusted the round glasses on his face, pushing them back up the bridge of his nose before continuing with his work. Having been given an offer he couldn’t refuse, he had been quickly shifted from his laboratory in Zaun to the battlefields of the Noxian army, so he had gotten used to these little hops across Valoran and the necessities that came with them, such as measuring these himself rather than them being ready on delivery to his laboratory back in Zaun. Upon successfully making several measured piles of stacks, the alchemist syphoned each away into individual vials, which he stoppered. Having done this he rose to his feet to check on his assistant, no real cause for alarm but it was always nice to know what he was up to.
However, as he made his way over to the other end of the trench he heard the fighting resume beyond the Noxian camps that sat at the front line. So the Ionians were counter attacking, hard by the sound of it. The alchemist stopped and looked up patiently. Surely, he thought, surely it wouldn’t be long before- a thunderous blast lit up the night sky orange and blood curdling screams began from what he reckoned was the further end of the battlefield. A grin twisted his features as his nose tingled, sensing his latest endeavour of war finally at work.
He would not get another chance like this tonight. “I’m going to try and bring us back an unfortunate” the alchemist called over his shoulder to his assistant, grunting in reply as he poured over his own work. Climbing a ladder out of the trench into the Noxian camp, the alchemist looked beyond at a complete war zone. The orange haze of his latest chemical bomb lingered across the battlefield even as in ate through everything it touched. Already, Noxian soldiers were walking among the dead and dying to execute any remaining Ionians that were crippled or too weak to flee. He knew he had to hurry before the soldiers completed their work and they had set a steady pace. Walking through the Noxian camp, he approached a soldier leaning doubled over, wheezing heavily, clearly under the influence of his latest experiment. Despite wanting to study him further, the alchemist reminded himself time pressed and he forced himself to walk on. As he passed, the soldier wretched violently and brought up a torrent of blood, bile and as the alchemist was pleased to see, at least a little lung.
The green Ionian field was now nothing more than an expansive muddy mush mixed with blood and bodies, the acrid air of the bomb finally giving way to the musty smell of death and the screams had lessened to moans. Trudging through the mud, the alchemist was thankful for his Zaunian trench boots as he made his way through the front line to find someone who suited his requirements. Scanning the battlefield he took note of the effects of the bomb and other wounds of war, memorising them for later use. You can never know where inspiration can strike from, he mused, only that you surround yourself in your environment and look. The alchemist finally spotted what he was looking for, a soldier with clear physical degradation due to the effects of the bomb but still this one lived, the only problem was this Ionian was about to be executed by a Noxian soldier! The alchemist advanced forward and raised his voice “Hey you- stop!” There was momentary stillness in the vicinity until the Noxian lowered his axe and turned with a scowl, but it died on his face as he took in the mane of silver hair, the carefully trimmed beard, circular glasses and dull grey trench coat marked with a dark blue stripe across the middle that identified him as an alchemist of Zaun. The alchemist made sure his voice was crystal clear as he addressed the Noxian and tilted his head ever so slightly to the left. “I need him.” The Noxian swallowed as the alchemist continued, “would you please grab a comrade in assisting you in bringing this one to me” he gestured to the defeated warrior. Fully aware that his actions were being carried out by multiple soldiers as he spoke, he walked over to the Ionian. “I’ll be seeing you soon” he said, as the defeated warrior could only look on in horror as the alchemist strode back to his laboratory in the trench.
© 2013 Riot Games, Inc. All rights reserved. Riot Games, League of Legends and PvP.net are trademarks, services marks, or registered trademarks of Riot Games, Inc.