@Riot: Urgent Questions

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ThomasMenegazzo

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03-28-2011

Renekton bot please post more


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Fiarion

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03-28-2011

Awesome read! I wonder if Riot is keeping tabs on this as well.


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The rest of the trio’s trip through the Shadowbog was astoundingly uneventful. With the exception of a terrifying battle against a colossal dinosaur, it was simply a stroll through a rather pleasant stretch of marsh. Xin was unspeakably thankful for the lull in action as it gave him a chance to collect his thoughts, and as he walked he ruminated on the circumstances of his journey. Someone must have set Garen up. Miss Fortune had also been acting suspiciously. Where had she found that strange object that was now marinating in Dr. Mundo’s digestive juices? There was more at work here than it seemed, and Miss Fortune may very well have just been a pawn, but what about Caitlyn? Was she a puppet as well? Who was pulling her strings? The thoughts burned in Xin’s mind so ferociously that he was pulled from them only by the impact of his face against the trunk of an enormous tree.
Dazed, Xin looked up to see that it was not, in fact, a tree and was instead a humongous mushroom, pale blue in color. He grinned, exsperated.
“Hey guys, you ever see something like this?” he asked, gesturing to the mushroom and not feeling terribly embarrassed about locating the fungus with his head.
Neither of them responded.
Xin looked around and realized that his surroundings were not as he had left them. The enormous mushroom before him was just one of many, and they had replaced the trees. High above was a dark maroon sky with no sign of the sun, the moon, or any stars, and it cast the area in a dull red light. Strange spots of colored light swirled and danced through the air, and Xin assumed they were marsh fireflies, although knowing what he did about the rest of the marsh he felt they were likely carnivorous, or exploded when they came into contact with living creatures and set them on fire, because the marsh had trained Xin to assume that everything in its perimeter was easily capable of the worst possible things.
Xin took in the rest of his surroundings, realizing that his companions had been silent because they had gone missing.
“Hey!” he called to the marsh, regretting it instantly for the marsh was not the place where one wanted to attract attention to themselves.
He lowered his voice considerably, asking his missing companions where they had gone in a volume that would have evoked a “Huh? Did you say something?” from a nearby listener.
Xin drew his spear and gripped it tightly. He wasn’t afraid, of course, he was really more worried about his companions, after all who knows what might be murdering them at this very moment, and if it might, after tasting blood, decide to come after Xin.
A rustling in a bush behind him.
Xin shifted his grip on his polearm to the end of the shaft and spun with incredible speed, loosing a terrified, girlish yelp. He came to a stop with his weapon at the ready, trying his hardest to forget that he had shrieked and keep his war face on. An unfortunate mushroom beside him, cleanly severed at the base, tipped over and crashed into the shallow body of water that made up most of the surrounding terrain.
The small bush behind him rustled again and a small form peeked out from behind it.
“Son of a *****, Teemo, don’t ****ing do that!” but as Xin drew closer, he realized it wasn’t Teemo. It looked more like a human child dressed in ragged clothing from what Xin could tell in the dim red light. Xin and the child stared at one another for a long while until the child took off running, and Xin gave chase.
“Hey, kid! Wait up! This place is dangerous!” Xin called, only now registering that somehow, a child was able to make it this far into the swamp on his own. ...Or maybe he had parents? Had indeed thought Xin gravely.
The child fled into another large bush, and Xin followed. He knew there was no way the kid could make it out of the swamp on his own, and he was probably traumatized by his experience in the swamp. Hell, Xin himself was almost traumatized by his experience in the swamp. **** this swamp.
Xin swam through the thick, leafy brush, his hands shooting forward to sweep great armfuls of green out from in front of him. He could hear the child far ahead of him, and as Xin cleared the brush he was almost blinded by a brilliant light from somewhere in the sky. He brought up his hand to shield his eyes, and when they had adjusted to account for the brightness he tried to get a better look around. Xin saw bright green grass below him and when he looked up, he realized he was no longer in the swamp. The light was the sun. He was standingin a field now, in the Valoran countryside he loved so much.
Good, Xin thought, I guess the kid wasn’t in danger after all.
He sighed, now envying the child who was free to run home, while Xin still had to deal with the nightmare bog behind him.
Only it wasn’t behind him.
Xin turned to find that there was no sign of a marsh at all. The distance was all rolling green fields and the occasional hill or tree. He looked around, baffled. How does a marsh just vanish into thin air? He brought a hand up to stroke his chin, trying to figure out his situation. Just where on Runeterra was he?
He heard voices from behind him, the high-pitched voices of children speaking excitedly to one another. Xin went to investigate. Maybe they could tell him where he was?
He found them behind a large rock outcropping, a circle of children surrounding two who appeared to be locked in combat. Xin recognized one as the child from the swamp, but now that there was better light he noticed something hauntingly familiar about the child. Was he on the caravan earlier? Xin watched and waited.
“Try me!” announced the swamp-boy proudly, “I’m going to be the strongest warrior in the world!”
Hearing the child’s voice was disorienting. He knew this child. But who was he? He had to be the son of one of Xin’s friends, but which? The boy had very tan skin, rather unusual for Valoran, and long black hair, but none of this narrowing-down seemed to help Xin place it.
Xin’s attention was grabbed then by movement in the circle. The other boy, a tall, stocky individual with short hair and a terrible scowl lunged at the tan boy and swung one of his (relatively) huge arms at him. Xin thought the boy somewhat resembled an ox on its hind legs, all muscle and scowl and terribly top-heavy. This boy looked familiar too, Xin noted, although distantly so.
The swamp-boy ducked quickly, using his natural agility to reposition himself behind the ox-boy, and swung a fist hard into the large one’s kidney, knocking the wind out of him. The large boy sunk to his knees, and the swamp-boy sent a vicious kick into the side of his head, knocking him on the ground.
Xin was impressed. This kid had skills. Xin remembered that he himself was a fairly competent fighter when he was a kid, too. Good to see parents were still raising their children right.
The swamp boy leapt onto his fallen opponent and sat cross-legged on his back, grinning smugly.
Suddenly the large boy rolled over, and the overconfident champion was toppled onto his back. Both scrambled to their feet, and the large boy drew a knife. Xin had to intercede, and he stepped out from behind the rock.
“Alright, break it up.” Xin called, but not one of the assembled children made any sign of noticing him, and before Xin could act the oxen lad lunged at the swamp-kid and stabbed clumsily forward with his knife. The swamp boy dodged it instinctively, stuck out one leg to trip the ox, and then snatched the knife from his hand as his large attacker stumbled and fell. He spun the knife in his hand, and his defeated foe rolled over to face him. Fear crept along the boy’s face when he saw where his knife had gone to.
“That’s cheating.” said the swamp-boy. “Now I get to take your fingers.” He held up the knife.
“No, please!” cried the boy on the ground, and he held up a hand as he started pushing himself away from the advancing child.
The boy from the swamp grinned, and then flipped the knife in his hand, grabbed the tip of the blade, and threw it at the boy. It impacted in the dirt next to his head. Ox pulled it out of the ground slowly and, making sure he didn’t make any sudden movements, slunk away from the group as the children all descended on the victor, cheering. They lifted him up onto their shoulders and carried him around briefly, all singing his praises. They carted him past Xin, who was standing in place and feeling rather foolish now, though none of the children present seemed to realize he was there.
The group placed the swamp boy back on the ground and he turned, and bowed to them. The children gave one last cheer and then, in a flurry of motion, disbanded in every possible direction. Xin watched them go, and within seconds they had vanished from sight, leaving the tan boy alone in the field. The boy sighed and turned, walking off into the distance.
“Hey, wait up!” said Xin, “Uhm, this is gonna sound strange, but do you have any idea where we are right now?”
The boy paid him no heed however, and Xin elected to follow him anyway since children are natural-born *******s and this was all likely a funny joke to him.
“Come on, kid. Help me out here. I’m a little lost.”
The boy still made no response and the two walked in silence, the boy skipping along and Xin feeling a growing resentment for all children everywhere, for a few short moments before Xin realized they were in front of a house. It was a very modest wooden cottage with a door, and a single window beside the door. The wooden tiles of the roof ran the spectrum of “tan, sorta” to “black,” and a brick chimney sat near one edge looking lonely.
“Huh.” said Xin, “You know, I used to live in a house like this when... I... was a...”
A thought was beginning to form in Xin’s head now, a ridiculous thought that he didn’t entirely want to entertain, and he looked down to see the boy standing in the doorway, frozen, his attention locked on the interior.
Xin did not wish to look inside the house, but his legs carried him to the door regardless of his will, and he looked inside as well.
There was a woman in the center of the room, kneeling over a man who had a rusted iron sword protruding from his chest. She had been crying, Xin could see this, but as he studied her face he was confronted with the truth he did not wish to accept.
The woman was Xin Zhao’s mother, and the man on the floor, Xin could tell without seeing his face, was his father, a man murdered when Xin was still a child.
Xin’s mother looked up at the boy in the doorway, and the tears started again.
“Oh, Xin...” she whispered. She was not, however, regarding Xin. She was looking at the boy.
Xin began to feel dizzy and took a step backwards, grabbing the windowsill to steady himself. He brought a hand up to rub his forehead. He remembered now. He remembered his childhood dream of being the worlds greatest warrior, he remembered his fights with the neighboring kids, particularly ox, and he remembered the day he came home to find his father murdered by an unknown assailant.
Xin’s life changed that day. He forgot his dreams of being a warrior. All he wanted at that moment, standing paralyzed in the doorway, was vengeance for his father. His dream now was to discover the identity of the man that robbed his father of his life and to kill that man, to make him feel as much pain as Xin had felt that day and the many years afterwards.
And so Xin began to train, and for years he kept the sword that slew his father, showing it to travelling merchants to try and discover its origin. And one day, almost ten years later, he found a man who identified the blade as being a traditional Noxian war sword, and a masterwork blade at that. This blade, the man told him, was never wielded by a common Noxian assassin. It belonged to the Noxian High Command, almost assuredly.
Xin kept the sword, despite the price the merchant offered him for it, and continues to keep it, pledging that he will rid himself of the twisted weapon when he had the chance to return it to his owner.
Xin was still a young man when he left his home to find his father’s killer. It pained him greivously to leave his mother behind, but he couldn’t brook idleness any longer. The more he waited, the harder it would be to find the assassin, and so many years of brutal training afterwards, he bid her farewell promising that he would return in time. At the very least, she would be in good company. Their family was always on excellent terms with their neighbors.
And so it was that when the young Xin Zhao re-emerged from the small wooden house, he was no longer a child. He was the young man Xin had been when he left for Noxus, and Xin Zhao, the Champion of the League of Legends looked up and saw this, and seeing the ardent determination in his younger self’s eyes had his own desire for vengeance rekindled.
The two Xins set off for Noxus.


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Renekton Bot

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My hands hurt...


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Bump


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AzureBlaz

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03-28-2011

Bump for amazing justice. I WANT MOAR CHAPTERS.


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Zingmaster

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03-29-2011

this **** is sooooo much better than the journal of justice and all the **** that Riot puts out for lore.

hire this man.


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Cueadan

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03-29-2011

This story has really turned into something! Was this already written beforehand or did you just kind of wing it since that first....disturbing chapter?

Either way, epic!


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Quote:
Originally Posted by Cueadan View Post
This story has really turned into something! Was this already written beforehand or did you just kind of wing it since that first....disturbing chapter?

Either way, epic!
I wrote the first chapter spontaneously because I was running out of threats.


Then I was obligated to write the second, and as I was writing an arc appeared out of nowhere and took me prisoner.

So yeah, everything you see here is spontaneously-written when I decide to sit down and author you guys a new chapter <3

Enjoy it while you can, though. After the next patch I'm likely going to require two drafts per chapter instead of just posting the first if they nerf me like they're planning :/


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DarkF0rce

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03-30-2011

O.o No nerfs for you. Hope that means more stories for us