(FACTIONS) Update 5: The True Noxus

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CupcakeTrap

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04-15-2013

Find this story update here with nicer formatting: The True Noxus
I've also copied it below, but the formatting is much better in the version linked above.


Site: www.leaguefactions.net

This is a storyline and gameplay update for Factions. Factions is a community-powered game mode in which Summoners declare allegiance to a particular faction (e.g. Noxus or Demacia) for the course of a story arc, and fight matches against other factions using faction-specific champion rosters. We have over 2000 Summoners signed up, and over 400 matches have been fought to date. The constrained rosters not only make factions thematically consistent but also open up some interesting new gameplay, as each faction has distinct strengths and weaknesses.

The current story arc is called Mirrorwater. In this arc, five factions — Demacia, the Freljord, Ionia, Noxus, and Piltover — are staking claim to the Mirrorwater, a newly-discovered and possibly extra-dimensional substance infused with incredible magical energies. The arc will conclude on May 1.

If you want to participate in Factions yourself, please check out this sign-up thread, which contains the Faction Declaration Form and some basic information on Factions. Signing up does not obligate you to play any particular matches; rather, it simply allows you to drop in on the “Factions” in-game chat anytime and join or start games. Try it out! It's a lot of fun and a nice break from the Elo grind.

I hope you’ll forgive the length of this story update.

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Update 5: The True Noxus
by CupcakeTrap
Lore consult by Trismegistre

If at all possible, I suggest reading this version instead.

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Image from the LoL wiki; I believe it is by Riot.

Jericho Swain, Grand General of Noxus, stood illuminated by the pyre blazing before him in the dark stone hall.

The Champions pledged for Noxus in the Mirrorwater adjudication stood in a semicircle facing Swain. Their features were pale and ghostly, made but briefly distinct now and then when the flames from Swain’s pyre flickered just so. Each had a stand topped with a steel bowl in front of them, with tinderstone for striking up a flame, by their own hands and with their own strength, when they wished their faces to be seen and their words to be recognized.

The Champions faced not only Swain but also, arrayed in grand galleries behind him, hundreds of Summoners in their blue robes. Each was trimmed in ash gray to represent solemn oaths of allegiance to Noxus in the Mirrorwater dispute.

Visitors at Swain's invitation stood along the side wall, almost invisible in the darkness.

Into the quiet dark came a crack of stone and a flourish of fire as Darius, the Hand of Noxus, lit his speaking-flame.

“Grand General,” he said with a soldier’s deferential nod, before turning to the audience of visitors and the gathered Summoners. “I present Singed of Zaun.”

His laconic introduction spoken, Darius doused his speaking-flame and faded away.

Singed limbered forward from the row of visitors. Coming to the speaking-flame stand, he lifted up two vials, glanced but briefly at them to verify their contents, and popped the wax-sealed corks off with a practiced flick of his thumbs. He upended them and the chemicals splashed into the bowl.

A searing white flame boomed upward, and the room became as bright as a field on a summer’s noon. Even Darius flinched and grimaced.

Singed let out a low, relaxed laugh, muffled by his bandages. “I like to make a big entrance.” He spread out his arms and looked around. He tugged at a leather band holding a vial to his arm and rolled the glass off his elbow before snatching it up with his other hand, uncorking it, and adding it to the bowl. The light dimmed down to the size of an ordinary speaking-flame, though alternately purple and green in color.

Singed’s self-satisfied voice rose again. “I’ll make this quick.” He looked over at Swain. “I’ll fight for you. My price is that when we win, one-third of the mirrorwater will go to my laboratory. I’ll mix up something nice for you as a bonus.”

“You’ve all seen my work.” Singed’s bandages tugged up, suggesting a smirk.

In the visitor’s section, now dark once again, a warrior’s swordhand began to shake.

Riven had seen Singed’s work.

The Ionians kept good formation as they approached. Riven’s mind processed the implications of their stride and appearance quickly. Veteran troops. Rested. Fed. Focused. Drilled. Her soldiers were exhausted, hungry, and disillusioned, and her fame no longer seemed enough to secure their loyalty.

They were also flanked and outnumbered at least five to one. The Ionians would grant no quarter after the bombardment of Kuan Yun. Riven had signaled for reinforcements by rocket, but there had been no answer. They might all die here.

As they made their last stand at their pitiful final bulwark of crates and overturned supply wagons, the reinforcements came down from the sky.

A deafening boom, a wave of hot choking chemical air. The swords-and-spears battle between Noxian and Ionian ended in a heartbeat. The chemicals were the enemy of all breathing life on that field then, and within seconds the chemicals were the victors. The rest was aftermath.

Soldiers, comrades, dropping their weapons, screaming and gurgling, clawing at their burning eyes, flesh melting from bone, hands trembling spastically as they withered into twisted gray twigs.


Singed laughed. “My stuff does the job. Ask Riven.”

Bile stung her throat. She swallowed it back.

Singed swept his hand out toward the audience, and turned his head, peering over the shadowed faces seeking hers. “An efficacy rating of … well, one-hundred-minus-Riven percent.”

Riven breathed the cold air and tasted just a hint of the chemicals Singed had used to ignite his speaking-flame. Murder flashed in her eyes. She closed them. What is broken can be reforged. She channeled her rage inward and felt her spirit purified. When her eyes opened, they were hardened by steel-cold resolve.

She walked up to a speaking-flame stand and set it alight. “The High Command gave me this blade.” She held it up, supported by both palms. “I offer it again in their service—”

A flame flashed up and illuminated Talon. “Or what’s left of it.”

“—upon the condition that this Zaunite not touch a drop of the mirrorwater, all of which will be sent to,” her mind raced as she searched for a name, anything, “Etanor Academy, to the care of,” she grasped at the faces in her distant memories of training and study, “Magister Tem, distinguished soldier-scholar of Noxus and master artificer. To be studied and forged there, by him. For the lasting glory and strength of Noxus.”

Tem. He had seemed genuine. A decade ago. Was he still at Etanor? Was he still alive?

Cassiopeia struck her speaking-flame and hissed. “Tem?! A Reformer scoundrel!”

Riven found Cassiopeia’s furious reaction somewhat reassuring. “A Noxian," she countered.

Katarina’s speaking-flame blossomed. “Unlike you.” She silenced her flame and vanished into darkness.

Riven drew breath. “A brilliant artificer and true Noxian who will forge the mirrorwater into something of lasting use to Noxus, not a few gallons of potion for Singed to spill at his whim.”

Cassiopeia glared. “Why don’t you take your offer to Demacia.”

“There is no freedom in Demacia.” Riven kept her eyes on Swain, like a soldier at attention once more.

Singed spoke up again. “Mirrorwater-based compounds with long-term strategic as well as tactical potential. That’s what I’m offering.”

“Strategic.”

Cities. Homes. Families. Children.

Burning. Screaming.


In her mind, Riven saw those shaking, withering hands again. As she often saw them in her nightmares.

“That is my offer, Grand General,” she said. “I served Noxus well. I ask to serve again.”

Swain paused. He stroked Beatrice along her wing. She screeched to him, and he slipped her a bit of biscuit.

Swain turned around and faced the gallery of Summoners. He rested both hands on his cane.

“Let’s put it to a vote. How say you, Summoners of Noxus?”

Noxian Summoners: respond by clicking here.

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Other Factions Updates
Factions receives story and gameplay updates as the story arc progresses. These are often influenced directly or indirectly by the course of the competition to date and the actions of players.

Backstory: Mirrorwater
Update 1: Piltover Rallies
Update 2: Noxian Reinforcements
Update 3: The Freljord Resolution
Update 4: Udyr


The conclusion to the story is in the next post.


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CupcakeTrap

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“That is my offer, Grand General,” she said. “I served Noxus well. I ask to serve again.”

Swain paused. He stroked Beatrice along her wing. She screeched to him, and he slipped her a bit of biscuit.

Swain turned around and faced the gallery of Summoners. He rested both hands on his cane.

“Let’s put it to a vote. How say you, Summoners of Noxus?”


Swain heard their arguments.

Summoner Kerspla Kastani spoke first. "Zaun has no standing in this competition. They have no claim to that which they do not fight for."

Summoner Rekesh took a more moderate tone. "Our current strategy calls for Singed."

Summoner Sebastian Frogg rose from the gallery and thrust a finger at Riven. "She is naught but a cowardly deserter. And Tem is reformist scum! Singed is a powerful ally of Noxus."

Summoner Loki Tyrannus stood, countering, "Singed isn't Noxian. He's mad. Psychotic. He'll play the field and fight for whoever's winning. When he gets his way, when he gets that mirrorwater, none of us can say what he'll do with it. Who he'll use his weapons on. Riven's proof that he'll gas Noxian soldiers like lab rats. That's no death for a Noxian!"

Summoner Kruin Avabruck scoffed. "They were already as good as dead. Any death in the service of Noxus is a fitting end for a Noxian soldier."

Summoner Sackmoose spoke in a slow, plain tone, words steady and unvarnished with euphemism or circumlocution. "Singed is a Zaunite sociopath. Riven is a true Noxian, even in exile."

All the while Swain stood impassive, letting the Summoners speak as they wished. Who knew who might pay for their blunt words later.

Finally, he tapped his cane twice on the stone floor. "You've had your say," he growled. "No more dawdling."

The Grand General turned back around and faced Riven. "Your oath, tomorrow morning."

Singed narrowed his eyes to hard slits. He said nothing, and shoved his bandaged hand into the flame. The bandages did not burn, but hot smoke and sparking embers drifted up into the air as he crushed it out in his palm and faded into darkness.

Riven bowed her head. "Yes, Grand General." She doused her speaking-flame, turned, and left.

Once more she would fight for Noxus. The true Noxus.

Attachment 666556 Riven, the Exile, will fight for Noxus for the remainder of Mirrorwater.


Attachment 666557 Singed, the Mad Chemist, has been turned away for now.

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The final vote was about 60% for Riven and 40% for Singed.

This is now going on the Noxus playlist: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f51Vtb15cbk


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Spaghadeity

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04-15-2013

Riven is a true Noxian, even if her vision for Noxus' future diverts slightly from that of ours, her ideals are freedom and power earned, just as any of ours. Singed cares not for Noxus, only for his own gains.

The person whose side we should take is clear, that is, as long as you are a true Noxian.


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mi ramfan

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04-15-2013

Now this is more like it...

Violent histories...impossible choices...and all of it player driven.

"These are the times that try men's souls..."-Thomas Vayne

(bad pun sorry)


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TAScientist

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04-15-2013

Riven still wants what's best for Noxus. She deserted because she doesn't like how it's being run now, but that has no influence on the fact that she still wants what's best for it, which means she'd be willing to fight for them.


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Kersplakastani

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04-15-2013

Riven is in the right on this one.

Zaun can make claims like these when it becomes a new faction.


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True Ethos

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04-15-2013

As a Summoner from the Freljord I will not begin to counsel you Noxians on your affairs. But I will leave you with this piece of advise. If Zaun joins the fray...just whom will Singed and Mundo side with?


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Methelod

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04-15-2013

Riven is the one supporting the true Noxian ideals.


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Lord Kaiser Kydd

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04-15-2013

Go Singed!
MURDER MURDER MURDER
I still think Shadow Isles should be its own faction. Cmon, pwease?


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Montesque64

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04-15-2013

Montesque, verifying.

For what it's worth, Singed's script seemed a bit too...personally hostile towards Riven. Sure, she was the lone survivor of his gas, but I feel like, from everything I've seen of his lore, he would consider her an interesting data point, rather than someone to be derided, or a particular target of his ire. Just my 2 cents.


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