[RP Event] 1.0 - A Champion is Born ~ An Ionian Celebration

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Fulgr1m

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11-11-2010

Fulgrim blue eyes gleamed as he beheld the elegant figure of Irelia as she made her speech, her flowing black hair flowing gently with the wind as if they were one and the same. Her eyes were as he remembered them, cutting green eyes shielding the loving and gentle heart that laid within her. She was still as beautiful today as she was 9 years ago at the Placidium...

He raised his glass as Irelia ended her speech and cheered "Balance in all things!" with the crowd as the festivities began. Fulgrim still couldn't take his eyes off of her though as she sat down and began talking with some of Ionias greatest heroes. And now that she had been confirmed as a champion of the League, Irealia would become one of the, if not the greatest hero Ionia had ever known. The thought of sharing his mind with Irelia as a summoner was an idea that Fulgrim greatly anticipated in the coming months. He had to talk to her before the festivities were over, and by the Stars he would! But first Fulgrim had to meet an old friend he had never met in person before.

Fulgrim wore a robe of scarlet Ionian silk over his black-ornate battle plate with the golden symbol of the Trinity Force across his chest. The Trinity Force was the symbol of Fulgrims house, the House of Luprecal. Officially Fulgrim was here as the representative of the House of Luprecal as its eldest son, but the main reason he was here was the same as every other Ionian here, to see Irelia.

He looked across the gathering looking for his friend and began to make his way through. He saw a few people he recognized from the League, other Ionian summoners and summoners from across Valoran Fulgrim had battled with and against. A very large crowd was gathered around the journalists from the JoJ. Within that crowd he crossed eyes with his "friend" Noxian General K.D. Bonez. Earlier last month they engaged in an argument over what should be done about the Noxian occupation of Ionia that had gotten rather heated. So heated that the old general perceived some of the words Fulgrim said as a declaration of war, but was actually nothing more than a point Fulgrim had made. But that was in the past, and Fulgrim just smiled and nodded in the generals direction before continuing his search. Although he did wonder what the general had to say about Noxias agreement to Ionias challenge...


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Dracorya

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11-11-2010

Juna shyly kept the corners of the garden, even though she had firmly established herself as a formidable Summoner, she still retain some of the insecurity of youth.

Even seeing her frequent champions Yi and Shen only seem to add to her insecurity, she felt so small in their presence despite the fact both had treated her with respect and cordial friendliness.

She kept a scowl off her face at seeing the infamous Noxian general Bonez among the crowds, but she knew better then to start trouble at a happy occasion. She studied the newest Ionian champion, she had only heard of Irelia through rumors and through second sources having never actually met the mighty warrior in person. It comforted her to know that Ionian was adding yet another powerful presence to their roster, with the times being as they were, Ionia sorely needed any advantage they could find.

Mulling over this made her realize that hiding in a corner was not how she should present herself as a Summoner, but instead she had to mingle amongst everyone else. Steeling her nerve, she took a position closer to the center table and was content to observe before speaking.


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Lehran Fye

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11-11-2010

Lehran, a summoner from Ionia, walked away from the festivities holding a cup of wine in his hand humming a native Ionian song. He stoped a few steps away from the burning monk,
"The future of our beloved land wil be decided soon and i promise you that your pain won't be in vain but we need you to be strong; we need you to be with us when we celebrate the freedom of our people because none of this would have been possible if not for you..."
Lehran turned his eyes at the dying tree just to painfully see how another beautiful leaf dropped from one of its branchs,
"It would not be a happy day if more Ionian people were to be lost due to this war" He said as he raised his cup and said "For freedom"


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Istarune

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11-11-2010

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Istarune arrived without fanfare, his green robes draped solemnly across his shoulders. He had left his signature staff behind as a sign of open peace. As a frequent Noxian summoner, he knew his presence was unlikely to be enjoyed by many at the event. Reguardless, the celebration of a great warrior's entry into the League is to be honored. Already events were in motion to end the dispute between Ionia and Noxus, and the great dedication of an Ionian had paved the way.

He bowed respectfully to Soraka, they had melded minds on several occasions in the League, and he had nothing but respect for the fallen symbol of Ionian divinity. He made his way over and bowed before the burning Shojin monk.
"Your dedication and sacrifice has inspired many, While not many of my country can appreciate that, I honor your dedication and purpose."
He bowed once more before respectfully walking off, nodding at the young Juna as he passed.


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Koragon

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11-11-2010

(I do not think an introduction of me is quite needed, but if so look for Haelion Bastion in the summoner rp profiles.)

"A festival.. How very interesting."
Haelion Bastion, veteran of the Rune War and High Summoner of the League observed the festivities as he walked into the front entry way. He looked as Ionian's of all ages and prowess's singed old Ionian tunes and danced in the ways of their old kin. His presence, and who he was, seemed to be known as he tried to sway through the vast crowds. Instead of going through the trouble, most people simply opened the way for him. It was strange to see Ionian's smiling at his mere presence, as he simply walked. Noxians scoffed at him, hissed, even some being boastful enough to boo. It seems that an enemy of Noxus would still be hated in Ionia.

Haelion looked through the crowd, searching for important figures in this festivity. To his liking, he found his companion, Motas walking through the crowd. He found Kalis being stared at by Ionians all around him. He even saw reporters from the Journal of Justice. Haelion was never a man of news, he always just seemed to appear on it. After raiding many Noxian camps on the Ionian front, his name was rectified back into its spot in history. He dearly hoped that a reporter would not find his way towards Haelion..

With thoughts abuzz in Haelion's head, he quickly made his way to Kalis. He wished to talk to him after his last encounter, something about this General interested Haelion to no end. As Kalis would stand or walk, he would see a red mist materialize beside him, forming into the notorious Haelion.

"Greetings, General."


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Almagest

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11-11-2010

A figure cloaked in tattered, brown robes shuffled about on the outskirts of the celebration, his presence like a roaming blighted sore amongst the finery of the attendees. He kept his distance from most of the guests as he observed the other summoners appear in various, flashy ways, though some who drew too close were treated with a baleful glare from within the depths of his cloak.

"Foolish celebrations..." his voice rasped out, inaudible to most. "Such things are fleeting... The end draws near... Icathia shall rise..."

Almost as if he were gliding, he gradually began to make his way through the festivities. Foolish as though they may be, it was always entertaining to observe insects celebrating in the face of unnoticed oblivion descending upon them all.


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Nwol

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11-11-2010

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He emerged from the shadows, this time without his traditional headwrap. Medium lengthed bleach white hair and a almost youthful yet hardened face were revealed. With such festivities, he decided it would be best if he did not skult around in the shadows like some sort of wraith. Many of the champions he had merged his mind with were here, impaticularly there was Shen, the one he had had the most experience with. Then there was the general, he saw him, among the crowd for a moment.

"So he's here too. Bigot." He muttered under his breath.

Among the crowd, he noticed a reporter from Zaun. Peculiar, he didn't recognize anyone from Noxus for the journal. Then he noticed another summoner, but, she seemed timid, frightened of her own shadow almost. He could have swore he saw her hiding in the corner almost. He could see how such a place could be intimidating. Perhaps some encouragement was needed. He approached.

"No need to look so frightened Juna." He confidently mentioned to her. "It's a festivity after all, though i do understand why such a place can be intimidating."

He hoped she would recognize him, though he lacked his hood and headdress, his elaborate robes were about the same.


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Safir

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11-11-2010

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A little late to the party as always, Safir minced unobtrusively into the courtyard, his pointed ears flicking towards the low hum of polite party conversation. It was his first time at one of these events, a fact that showed in his state of underdress- just the same cloak and cotton slacks as always- and the uncertainty in his stride as he wandered through the crowd. There weren't many other yordles here, but such was the case pretty much anywhere outside of Bandle city. Safir eventually wound up near one of the many food-laden tables, and, at a loss for anything else to do, stretched up and grabbed an exotic-looking pastry. He nibbled at it cautiously- not bad, but his taste buds weren't quite as adventurous as the traveling medic himself- and turned to cast his eyes across the courtyard.

He picked out the celebrity faces easily enough. Shen, Irelia, and a look of nostalgia crossed his face as he very nearly caught Soraka's eye. The two of them were once an unbeatable team, but he had been summoning her much less recently. How was she these days? Perhaps he should go attempt a conversation... but then he was unsure as to how to interact with champions outside of the fields of justice. Surely each champion had worked with tens, even hundreds of summoners by now. He could not be sure she would even recognize him.

Struck by a sudden feeling of isolation, Safir preoccupied himself by grabbing another snack from the table.


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Munchlord

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11-12-2010

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Munchlord was attending, in spite of the hateful letters he had recieved from some Ionians and Demacians alike, simply from the fact that he was occasionally employed by Noxians in League matches. This was, after all, showing respects to an up and coming champion, although it would of course be hard to avoid some political ripples from all of this.

For a change, Munchlord was not wearing his usual robes. As if making a statement that his infashionable dressing was not born from incapability of dressing better, he was now wearing an elegant and highly fashionable set dominated by the Zaunite red that Singed wore with pride on the Fields of Justice, with complimentary colors of dark blue and deep purple. Multiple layers of silk made up a robe of highest quality, while a midnight blue cape wrought in some sort of enchanted fabric made to look like woven water from the bottom of the ocean was held together by a fine electrum chain with an amulet similarly electrum with an odd purple scale one inch across set in it. His dark brown hair hangs loosely, free of the hood normally containing most of it. No particular effort has been made to make it look in any way but its natural, then again, none is needed for it to compliment his fashionable appearance. His eyes look more grey than they usually do under the shadows of the hood, but a faint trace of the bright blue glow that claims dominance in the shadows of the hood can still be seen. Now clearly visible to all, his pale skin on face and hands seems paper thin, in fact acute senses and close proximity would make it possible to see a few of his veins stand out as slightly darker lines. Upon his left hand, he wears a ring carved from bone with a single ruby set in it. His other hand holds a staff that he leans onto carved from a rare Kumungu wood that is naturally red, with swirling rune-like patterns of blue gemstones inserted in rich and well made ornamentive carvings.

Munchlord had been at the festivites the whole time, lifting a glass after Irelia's speech and intoning with the Ionians' "Balance in all things". What Munchlord meant when he said it was not exactly the same as the Ionians' cultural meaning of the phrase, but it would do, for the occation. Now as the speech was past and mingling had begun, Munchlord walked calmly about. He wasn't used to large crowds, as he usually stuck to his Manor, the Institute or the laboratories in Zaun, but one has to go out now and then as well. Still mingling and small talking was not something so easily within his capacity as he was known of by many but known by but a few. Picking up refreshments from one of the tables designed for such, he saw a familiar face among the crowd. Making his way to General Bonez, he politely nodded.
"Greetings General. I must admit that I did not expect to see you here today."


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Lu Caos

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11-12-2010

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It had truely been sometime since Lu had returned to his homeland, but he felt he needed some time away from the league to be sure, especially after the duel. Lu Caos stood silently as Irelia spoke, a glass in his hand filled with some sort of sparkling golden drink. As she toasted the burning monk in the corner as did Lu, he wasn't one to give respect lightly, but the dedication of the monk was admirable and worthy of it.

Lu was dressed in his usual summoners outfit, though instead of normal dark blue embroidery it had gold. As he walked the cloth seemed to shift in colors though the shift is very subtle it always remained some shade of blue. The air around him was relaxed, he intended on enjoying himself at this festival.

"Balance in all things.." He muttered softly to himself before taking a sip of his drink. Yes, balance, the driving force of his magic, and perhaps his life, he did not know.

As the music began he found himself sort of gliding through the crowd, recognizing many from the league. One such person he could not help but smile as he saw him. It seems the good general also made his apperance. He had yet to have the chance to speak with the man since after their Duel, so he guessed this was as good a time as any.

Gliding over to his position, picking up a fruit from one of the serving platters, the fruit in his hand seemed to shift and change into that of an apple. Taking a bite as he approched Kavis, he recognized the man standing with him, though he did not know him personally, his repuation preceeded him.

"Well, I must say it is indeed a funny sight to see you two here." He said a slight smile on his lips. Then turning his gaze to the one who must be Munchlord, he gave a small half-bow. "Though I know you know how I am, we have yet to be formally introduced. I am Lu Caos, of the Zair providence of Ionia"


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