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Nite awoke in a hot sweat, he looked around at his surroundings, he was in his home on Ionia. His home was shaped into a tree, well enough that anyone walking by in the forest would not notice its presence, though it was a very large tree. Nite had been alone for a few months, researching The Maker, and it's relation to his own infection. They had both grown and when he bared his chest, the golden glow met the bark-like skin given by his infection, under the infection a bright green glow could be seen, as his blood had become toxic, but somehow was harmless to Nite himself, he thought that the Hand was holding back the infection, but on the other side the infection was holding back the power of the Hand.
“I have it!,” Nite exclaimed though he was alone. He had found it! His cure! He could finally remove the infection. He thought so anyway. In a decaying scroll held together by a mystical shield that prevented it's aging and any further damage; he found his answer. He found a spell that could move the infection to another being. But Nite thought he had found a way to move the infection out of his body and into a blade of grass or a leaf, which he would then incinerate to remove any chance that it could spread. He wanted to try it the next day, as he was exhausted from missing sleep for days upon end.
Nite stood at his table, protected scroll in front of him, his vessel; a twig with some leaves hanging off it, next to the scroll and behind him a small brazier burned brightly. He read the scroll in his head a few more times, taking into accounting his modifications. He breathed deeply, “I'm ready,” he said. “Од една во три без, да се запре ширењето и ослободување на силата, за да се стави крај на болка во рамките на го испрати,” As the last syllable left his mouth he found his arms spread wide. Nite had been through some terrible pains, from being hurt to the point of near death multiple times, but this topped them all, it felt like his entire body, inside and out was being exposed to the coldest ice, while at the same time all of it being eaten by acid and fire. The pain he felt was without end. It culminated in a massive arcane explosion, it devoured most of the forest and would be visible from Valoran's coast, as far as Noxus, while the magic expended would be felt all across Runeterra. A massive crater now sat where there used to be a lush forest. Lying in the exact center of the crater lay three figures, one was Nite, the other appeared to be a man clad entirely in golden armor, he glowed with a golden light. The third figure was entirely clad in a hard bark-like skin, with glowing green veins and eyes. All three lay unconscious.
The Three still lay, no one had been inside the crater yet, though crowds grew around the edge, afraid to go in because of the tangible field of magic still inside the crater. The three began to stir, an eye flutter here, a finger twitch there. And suddenly the figure in gold rolled over and stood rapidly, wide awake. He drew his sword and shield and looked around warily, he saw the prone forms of Nite and the other thing, he nudged both of them with his foot. The plant creature stirred, upon closer inspection the golden figure saw that the plant thing had no legs, only vines dangling from its waist. Somehow it sat up and held it's head in it's hands. It had a definite female shape, and a feminine, almost beautiful face. She rose off the ground, torso hovering about three feet off the ground. She looked at Nite down on the ground, still unconscious. Then she looked to the warrior clad in gold. “The Maker, you were freed too I see, pity... don't get in my way, I know your credo, you can't stop me!”
The Maker retained his passive pose. “Tritura, it seems at last we are both freed from Nite's mind, I can not stop you myself, you are correct, but I don't need to, he does,” he pointed down at Nite. “This can end two ways, you win, or he does. You cannot tip the balance any more than Fate will allow you to, so go, run and hide and plot and scheme, he will come after you, and he will kill you, no matter what dark army you raise, he will find you,” The Maker scowled at her under his helmet, he sorely wished to sever her head right then, to end it here and now but he could not. He had no earthly business on this plane, and could not interfere with the lives of mortals.
Tritura laughed at the Makers announcement, “I will destroy him, and then devour this planet, but not today, he lives today, so that he may have a chance, then I will crush that hope within him, crush his spirit, and then finally crush his body.” she burst into laughter and fell backwards, not onto the soil but into it, splashing as though it were water. It quickly became solid again.
He looked to Nite who was just now beginning to awaken.
An hour later
“WHAT,” roared Nite, furious at the realization of what he had done. The infection was gone from him, as was the Maker's Hand, his arms were his own flesh and blood, for the first time in almost fifty years Nite felt well, he felt healthy. He was happy when he awoke, to see his own arms, to see the Maker, a being he was trying to communicate with for years. Until The Maker spoke and told Nite of his other host's freedom, Tritura.
“Even now she is in the Kumungu jungle, warping the flora and fauna to her will, soon the entire jungle itself will move north to the Mogron Pass and attempt to infect all populated areas, for every man that falls, for every animal that falls, she gains a new minion. She will stop at nothing until Runeterra is all but gone, I cannot stop her, though I will do all I can to help you, for the time being I wish my existence kept secret, only you can hear or see me until I wish otherwise”
Nite looked around, his home, his spell, his forest, all gone. A few brave people had begun to approach the centre of the crater. When they get within sight they will see only Nite, standing alone.
Altar of the Will
Somewhere far from the prying eyes of mortal men, away from the wretched creatures that call themselves the 'dominant' species of this beautiful, forgiving world is one chosen. One some would go so far as calling a god, others a demon, others who are brave enough... just a man. No matter what any call this man in spirit or flesh, in hushed voice or aloud, know that whatever he is, he is a devil.
Luparis stands night and day, vigilant, watching and the world as it passes by and biding his time. For now, it is enough to simply wait, idle, and live amongst the beloved creatures of Runeterra. But one day, and soon he will rise and burn this world to ash so that it may be reborn.
Beside a dark spire, surrounded by three tower obelisks constructed of pure obsidian, Luparis meditates in solitude. Only here, at the Altar of the Will does the sky burn with fire, and still stay night; forever, until Luparis decides otherwise. Here, where his word is law, and his power is greatest. The world stands still, constantly, waiting, serving him. Yet... as he meditates - eyes closed, hands outright, in total silence he senses something.... wretched!
"T͞he͠ ͢͞͠w̶͘͏o͘͢͡r҉͠l͏͞͠d̨.̛..̢ ̢i̴̢͞ţ̕ ̵̡a͘c̶͘̕h҉̢es̢̛!̵̶̕" Lupa's eyes snap open, his eyes burning with absolute rage and fury. The northern most obelisk begins to shutter as he turns his bloody gaze toward Ionia. He throws his arms backs, head into the air and howls in agony as something stirs. A powerful magic he has not seen in years beyond remembering, and a pain he'd never known. "Ņ͞į̧͟t̡͜͝e.̵̢.́.̛͡.҉͠ ̴҉͜y̢͞ǫ̴u ́lo͘͟a͝t̡he̕s̶̶o͢m̴è͠ ̷̧lį̕tt͡l̡̕e̵͟ in̷̕͞s̴̨͝e̴̛͢c̴͞t͝!́ W̧h̢͠a̢t͟.̨͝.̶͞.҉ ̵͟hą͝v̨̕e҉.͏..̸̀́ ̷y҉ou͘ D̷̨O̸͜N҉͝E̛!̸"
Luparis composes himself, looking across the sea at Ionia where an immense blast of light can be seen. He curses this a hundred times over, beginning to chant a spell of teleportation. but as he does, he is undecided on where to go. Find and destroy this abomination at its root...? Or go to Nite and make him beg forgiveness for harming his Mother.
The Altar beneath Luparis shatters, the ground quivering as he steps toward Ionia and a red light engulfs his body. Just as he would of stepped into the sea, a bright red light shoots towards Ionia, toward's Nite Lightshield.
Emerald was sitting on a tree somewhere in the Kumungu jungles, simply letting herself relax for the first time in a long while. The nature around here was beautiful to her. She really didn't like being in the big cities build by humans but she did go to them on occasion to assist people. She began humming a tune in which she couldn't quite place the name to, perhaps she invented it or perhaps she had simply borrowed its melody from a forgotten friend. But were they truly forgotten if she remember the melody? Perhaps... She contemplated this thought for a brief moment and likely would have went on for hours, maybe even days thinking of nothing else if it weren't for an insanely sharp pain slicing through her skull. She gripped her head and fell to the ground, screaming in agony. She wasn't used to pain, she rarely felt it. It was awful and she lacked the ability to describe it. Something was wrong... She looked in the direction of Ionia, the land wept out, it was in pain... She rose above the forest and with blinding speed she flew toward Ionia. When she got closer she could fully see the affects of whatever it was that happened, it brought a tear to her eye. "So much destruction... what could have caused this..." She flew toward the center of the crater but sensed a magical impurity around it. She stopped and began inspecting whether or not it would affect her.
Piltover: Tania's Workshop
Tania was in her workshop. It was a usual thing for her. Alonzo sat in his corner, deactivated. She sat at her own desk working on her latest creation. Fire Burning Creation for Alonzo. It seemed like hours, almost, days from when she started. However her endless tinkering and clicking on fueled her working. She wanted to make sure Alonzo and herself were prepared for anything that would come in the future. Her Mission was clear for her and the station always told her... 'Keep strong and let the past sort itself out. Then you can interfere with what you need.' However that was not the case anymore. She interfered with whatever she could get her hands on. Whether someone needed help, or just a stray mana charge, it didn't matter. She's doing anything she can to get her self prepared and ready for what ever awaits in the future.
It almost came as a shock when the searing pain sliced straight through her head. Unaware of this and completely confused, she was struck from her desk onto the ground, where she grasped her head tightly and gritted her teeth, careful not to scream or yell to draw any attention, she was curled into a ball, almost. Tania's cap lay across from her; just a few feet. Alonzo was programmed to sense Tania's writhing, and he immediately activated, and jet rocketed over to her, not sure what to do. It just stopped. Tania looked up and she was in the robots arms. 'Sweet... I did program him well.' Slowly she jumped off as the robot left his position as protector and shifted to body guard. However Tania went outside to see the source of it. However she could not. She summoned Alonzo to come outside. Activating a button the jetbacks on Alonzo activate. cradling Tania while she sat upright. She set it on full blast and shot straight up above the city, scanning the area. Of Course, Alonzo was. Tania was just scared of how high she was.
'ANALYZING SPECIFIC MANA CHARGES. DETECTED IN IONIA. SENDING ALL UNITS AND SYSTEMS TO TARGET IONIA.'
In a burst of speed, the two were flying at a moderate speed. enough to go at least 50mph. Ionia was the source, Tania knew. The crater she saw as she flew by only confirmed what she thought. Alonzo dropped her off, flying off to his little corner in the workshop until Tania called otherwise. The girl was on the edge of the crater, looking in.
"What is this?"
Nite said in a voice loud enough that all would hear him, but without shouting, "You a-," he stopped talking the moment he saw a red flash heading his way, he narrowed his eyes, "Luparis," he mumbled under his breath, "I don't need this right now,"
When Luparis stood in front of him, eyes full of rage, Nite's anxiety lessened and he felt sorry. He held no love for this man in front of him, but they shared a belief in Runeterra, in the power of the earth, the ground. Though they disagreed on how the fight to save Runeterra should be fought, they both fought in the land-mothers name. With this in mind, Nite began to speak to Luparis, "I'm sorry Luparis, I have scarred this land worse than it has seen in millenia, this is my fault, my responsibility. If anyone is to blame then it must be me. But before I allow you to punish me, I must fix my mistake. I released a terrible evil into Runeterra, Tritura, she wishes the end of our beautiful world, she has been imprisoned for years beyond remembrance, and now shes back, and she is angry. I cannot allow you to stand in my way until I kill her, and know that killing her will not be the end, she is the Mother's darker side, she is all the anger, and hate and fury that Runeterra has to offer. And after she is done killing everyone on this planet, she will take the planet. And I don't know if she'll even stop there. So say what you need to say, curse me if you must, but you will NOT be the one to stop me,"
The magical field around the crater began to dissipate more rapidly, The Maker unbeknownst to all but Nite had been subtly absorbing the radiant magical energy. His power was endless, he had witnessed the beginning, and he will watch the end, whether it be from Tritura, or just time itself, he was eternal and all-powerful. But he could not interfere with the lives of mortals, so he was decidedly using his subtle influence on the world around him to help, taking care not to break his code, for then he would lose all power, and his immortality. Billions of years of aging would catch up to him instantly, turning him to dust. His fate was not that however, for he would not end his divinity over a chance.
Eli's home in Zaun.
Eli had been relaxing after finishing a job. A nice night at home with a bit of scotch and a good meal. It was good to be done with that job, it was annoying as hell, hardly any action, boring, at least it paid well. He was about to drink when he suddenly felt a sudden, strong pain in the back of his head. He dropped his drink, spilling it.
"#$@&!!!! *##$%! $#%%@!" A steady stream of curses flowed from his mouth as he gripped the back of his head. This had the clear markings of magic about it, he wasn't usually so sensitive to such things, but this was strong enough that even he could tell where it was coming from. There was some mage in Ionia that was going to get a hammer to the face, he didn't care how powerful the b,astard was.
He stood up and put on his armor, then left his home and went to the house of a mage he knew that would teleport him to Ionia for a fee. Once there, he rented a horse and started to ride towards the source of the magic, still muttering under his breath. It wasn't too long before he arrived at the crater. Well s**t, looks like the guy blew himself up and he came here for nothing. He decided to investigate further, and rode down into the crater. He continued riding for a while, eventually he saw two figures. He called down to them.
"HEY! Which one of you is the b.astard responsible for this?"
Emerald felt the magic weaken. Cautiously, she moved through it and was happy to find that she didn't have much trouble. With that out of the way she descended toward the earth, landing near the middle of the crater. She looked at the two for a moment but decided she may speak to them later. For now she remained a spirit and gently sat down on the floor, placing her hands down on the soil with teary eyes. "The poor poor land, it will be many years before this land begins to heal..." She swirled a hand around, a runic circle began forming on the ground. "Planet's gift I bestow on you, may life bloom if it can, plant life, I beg you, grow again." The runic circle glowed a bright green and from her hand dropped a single seed into the earth. The ground around her glowed a similar green for a moment before fading. She shook her head and stood up. "There is nothing I can do for you now, I am deeply sorry." She whispered, wiping a tear from her eye. "I will return and try again until you are able to hold life in your soils once more." With that she looked back at the two talking to each other. She floated toward them, swirling around them curiously but now materializing yet. "Perhaps one of them caused this...Or perhaps they've come to try and help..." She asked herself. "For now I'll see what I may learn about them..." She levitated a few feet from the two, simply listening. When Eli arrived she looked at him for a moment then turned her attention back toward the two.
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