Crystal Scar

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Frost Archer

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01-29-2013

Prologue ~ Lost

Ezreal has been dubbed as the Grand Master Explorer for a reason. And yet, a journey to the Shurima Desert takes an unexpected turn. Following events may just cause the end of the world. But here Ezreal learns that all his life, he has been lost.


As he walked over the sand dune, he sighed. It was another sand dune. Followed by another. Ezreal had been walking for two hours, yet he never seemed to get anywhere.

This never happens to me! he thought. I can't be!

Lost.

The boy who had run away from home and mapped out the entire underground network of Piltover.

Lost.

The boy who was dubbed as the "Grandmaster Explorer".

Lost.

And yet here he was. Standing in the middle of the desert, with absolutely no idea where he was.

It was noon, so the sun was of no help to Ezreal. A stupid lizard had gulped down his compass and ran off with it. He had absolutely no bearings whatsoever where he was.

Ezreal tried concentrating really hard. Then he opened his eyes. He couldn't quite explain it, but when he did so, he would often see a smoky blue substance. It would always lead him to people. And yet, here he was surrounded by it, in the middle of the desert. The blue smoke gusting in the wind along with the golden sand hurt his eyes. He decided to put on his goggles.

Suddenly, Ezreal had an idea. Smoke travels up, so that means that the blue smoke must have been coming from below him! Ezreal immediately got on all fours and started pawing at the sand. He worked for hours, the sun glowering on the back of his neck. When ever he pulled out a handful of sand, it seemed as if some slid back in. His had hit something hard and he chipped his nail, but Ezreal started clawing at it with renewed force. It was a pyramid. Or rather, the top of one. The rest must have been buried underground.

Ezreal whooped with joy. He found a pyramid! He wasn't lost anymore!

Ezreal quickly pulled out his map. He checked for ruins anywhere on it. There were none. He then remembered that he had made this map. If he hadn't found this before, there was no way he could have put it on the map. He was still clueless. He was still disorientated. He was still.

Lost.


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saladeo

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01-29-2013

I dont want to be mean but, Position of the sun, nice anyways.

Edit : a little pic of the piramids http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__...rt_concept.jpg


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Frost Archer

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01-30-2013

Quote:
Originally Posted by saladeo View Post
I dont want to be mean but, Position of the sun, nice anyways.
All will be explained. Unless you mean grammatically. Then your right.

Quote:
Oh no, you'll see soon enough.


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Frost Archer

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02-01-2013

Ezreal looked back up at the sun. It hadn't budged.

"That's strange" Ezreal said to himself. I've been working for hours. Why hasn't the sun moved?

Ezreal looked down at his watch. Oh bugger. It was broken. The dials on the watch didn't turn. He swore that if he found Heimedinger, he was going to get it.

Ezreal inspected the top of the pyramid. The figures looked familiar. He cursed. They were arcane bindings! Ezreal always had a talent for magic, so he often slacked off in class or ditched it to explore. Now it was coming back to bite at him.

Ezreal scanned the figures again. He only knew the basic words so it looked a little like this.

In ----- to ---- ---- ---- you ---- to ----- ---- index ------ ---- ----

Index? Ezreal wondered. Perhaps....

He placed his index finger on the patch of smooth stone. The symbols glowed a magnificent blue, and the ground started to rumble. Ezreal watched in awed horror as the ground behind him split in two, sand seeping into the fissure. Then he realized that soon he would be swept in as well. As he made a mad dash away, the sand kept flowing, slowing him down.

Eventually the sand stopped shifting. Ezreal turned around and gaped at his new surroundings. For the next kilometre or so, there was a large gap, where the desert sands used to cover. The blue mist was coming from down there.

Ezreal quickly pulled a rappel from his backpack. He anchored it to the pyramid and slid down. As he walked down the chasm, he noticed a few tables and benches. This was definitely some old civilization he decided. But the sun still hadn't moved in it's position in the sky.

After walking a while, he finally reached the end. There were two massive stone doors, and there was an orb at the side of it. Ezreal hesitantly reached out to place his palm on the orb. As he did so, the massive doors shuddered and slowly opened.

Ezreal smiled.

"Jackpot."


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Frost Archer

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02-01-2013

These are really short stories that I work on when I'm bored


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Frost Archer

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02-02-2013

Ezreal slowly entered the room. The air was cool, and musty. He took in his surroundings. There were work tables strewn around the room. Ezreal found a compass and snatched it up immediately. Some of the tables had blueprints on them. Other had half finished projects scattered over them. Most of them looked like old clocks. But one of them was different. It was a glove. Rather, it was a gauntlet. On the back was an enormous cut sapphire. It had to be worth more than everything Ezreal owned.

"Finders keepers" he said to himself, pleased with his good fortune. He slipped on the gauntlet. Immediately, the sapphire started glowing. Ezreal doubled over, hacking on the ground. When he got back up, he could see. He could see the blue mist far more clearly. They formed wave like patterns, runes floating inside them. And they all lead to one part of the room. It was the darkest corner.

Everything in Ezreal's body told him to stay away. But eventually his curiosity got the better of him. He walked up the shadows and held up his gloved hand. The glow from the blue stone illuminated.

A coffin. Or at least it looked like one. But this was no ordinary coffin. This was shaped like a cocoon, a larva of a caterpillar and it was made of steel. There were two slits where eyes could have been. Ezreal cautiously peered through the eye holes. It was empty. Ezreal sighed in relief. He tentatively reached his hand out, towards the inverted pentagon. As his glove touched the slab of orange stone, the entire coffin hummed to life. The eyes glowed blue and more light flooded out from seams located around the body. The entire thing split apart, taking on the form of a man.

The blue being took an experimental step forwards. As he did so, chains leaped from the ground, latching over the body.

NO!

Ezreal gasped. The thing spoke. The being struggled against his chains. As he did so, runes flew from across the room, forming two pillars perpendicular to the blue entity. The runes strained to keep the monster back.

NO! I WILL NOT BE IMPRISONED! MY POWER IS INFINITE!

Ezreal watched in awe as the creature glowed even brighter. But even more runes flew to him and managed to seal it again. The black coffin settled down on the ground with a clunk.

Ezreal felt nervous. What ever was struggling to come out was obviously sealed away because it was too powerful. He quickly ran from the room.

***

Anyone want to guess who he saw? It should be pretty easy


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Frost Archer

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02-06-2013

He quickly shut the large doors behind him.

Now with the glove on, he noticed smaller traces of arcane energy floating around. He followed it to another door, this one much smaller.

As he entered the chamber, the first thing that hit him was how thick the air seemed. Not thick with dust, but almost as if the air was heavier and required more effort to breathe.

The room was dark, unlike the other chamber where sunlight glinted through. Along the walls hung a few torches, but they were filled with blue crystals, not oil.

Ezreal hesitantly brought his gloved hand to a torch. The torches erupted to life, heavily drinking at the energy released from the glove. The arcane energy flowed from the glove, but to Ezreal, he didn't feel anything. At first. As the other lights in the room slowly ignited, Ezreal suddenly started to feel drained. He tried pulling his arm away from the crystal lantern.

It refused to let go. It was as if Ezreal's arm was locked to the torch. Ezreal started to panic and pulled away his arm with renewed effort.

With a pop, Ezreal's arm was released from the lantern's hold.

What a dangerous thing. Ezreal thought to himself. He'd figured out what the glove did. It amplified his arcane efficiency, allowing him to manipulate arcane energy with less mana. However, since it took such a minuscule amount, he wouldn't notice he had run out of mana until it was too late.

The lights however, used arcane energy to generate light. By concentrating, he had been able to release some of that energy, but the effort had nearly killed him.

Ezreal shifted his gaze to the centre of the room. In the middle was a sun dial. In an area with no sun. He cautiously walked over to provide a better inspection.

When he got close, his gloved arm started reacting the same way it did near the coffin. Ezreal immediately backed off. But the aura from this location was nothing like the chaotic aura released by the blue monster. This was quite the contrary. It made him feel sleepy, like he could just lie down and rest for a thousand years.

Ezreal quickly woke himself up. He focused once again. He noticed a few gears and clockwork mechanisms inside the pillar to the sundial.

The sundial was not set up correctly. He pulled out the compass he had retrieved from the other room. He reset the dial until it pointed true north. Once again, the entire room started to shake uncontrollably.

***


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Argent Heretic

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02-06-2013

OOOO I know who the blue monster is!!!!! It's Xerath! He is my favorite Mage and the first champion I bought that was 6300. So far so good. Keep at it


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Frost Archer

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02-28-2013

:/ Completely forgot about this one. Will bring back to life when I find the time >.<


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Frost Archer

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04-02-2013

Ezreal slowly pulled his hand from the orb. The entrance to the room was now flooded with light. As he slowly stumbled towards it, he tripped over a small sand colored ball.

"What the-" he said as the ball unfurled itself to reveal a small animal, an armadillo.

Ezreal laughed. Then, the armadillo curled itself up again and rolled towards Ezreal at an alarming speed, only to bounce harmlessly off his boot. Stifling another laugh Ezreal reached out towards the animal.

"Aren't you lively." he grinned. "You know what? I'm gonna give you a name. How's Rammus?"

The small armadillo peeked out from its spherical form.

Ezreal got up and walked back towards the entrance. When he got there, he gasped.

Rubbing his eyes, Ezreal gazed out at the miles of sand. But what was most fascinating was the height. The pyramid had floated into the air!

Rammus let out a small whimper and backed away from the edge.

"Not a big fan of heights are ya?" he remarked. He hadn't even noticed that the armadillo had followed him.

Ezreal looked down the fifty meter drop again. "Looks like we are not going down this way."

With no other choice, Ezreal turned back to the dark corridor.

~

By the time Ezreal had reached the main room, his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. Given more time to inspect the room, he noticed another door, cleverly concealed in the wall. He managed to pry it open, but it made him tired and filthy.

It was another hallway but halfway through, the light held a shade of blue in it. Without warning, Ezreal doubled over, clutching his stomach. Rammus gave a small squeal of concern.

Ezreal gave a weak smile at the small animal to let it know he was alright. But his mind still held images. An enormous cave, with crystals jutting out of the walls. He had been standing on a metal platform. He could see a few machines in the background, big ones.

Before he knew it, Ezreal had entered the room. Ther was no furniture, only an old man. His hair was white, his beard trailing along the front of his chest. He was sitting on some chair made of stone. Ezreal was thinking about how uncomfortable it must have been to sit on the uneven stone surface when a dial clicked. On the back of the chair was a clock of some kind.

The old man opened his milky white eyes and breathed in.

"You should not have come."


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