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The pebbles along the path. (A Xerath fan fiction)

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Ethereal311

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10-21-2013

Chapter 8: The façade remains intact.

“High Seer Baltzin! Stop this at once!” The Seer spun around to meet the eyes of the Council Warden whose face showed distaste at such brutality. It did not help the Seer’s case that Baltzin had the worship leader on his knees before him.
“Warden, I was merely undertaking my duty as High Seer to keep this city pure and removing heretics such as these from the city.” Baltzin declared.
“That may be your duty, but undertaking a massacre directly inside our city right outside the residential area?” Baltzin’s face grimaced at this declaration.
“I am not yet done with these heretics just yet and it is in my duty to remove these pests from this city by any means that I see fit. That means that they are under my responsibility to be disposed of.”
“The responsibility of these ‘heretics’ is now under direct control from the High Council. Your duty is no longer needed at this time. High Seer Baltzin, under my authority as the High Warden of Nalepsis, I hereby arrest you and your forces for the slaughter of civilians and destruction of property. Lieutenant, I leave you in charge of securing transport and shelter for the Disciples.”
“Yes sir!”
Baltzin sighed and ordered his forces to stand down. He could not win against the entire Council even using his position.
The High Warden turned to the two Champions. “Thank you for intervening in this matter. Had you not come so early, the Disciples would have been completely slaughtered and there would be no room for any negotiation. I am sorry you had to take part, but we are eternally grateful to both of you. Now if you would excuse us, we must depart to get rid of this traitor.”
“Might we be able to speak with the Worship leader when you are finished with the negotiations?” Ezreal quickly asked.
“You may, but we may only be able to spare several minutes of his time.”
“Thank you then, High Warden. The Mistress and I will now return to our villa to get some food. Its nearly sunrise after all.” Ezreal’s stern look had faded and returned to his more jovial personality. The Chronomancer Zilean had told him when this mage would reawaken. And that time was in the frame of mere hours now.

As the two Champions made their way back to the villa, the Warden proceeded to cuff Baltzin and escorted him into a prison wagon.
When both were seated inside the secure interior, the Warden looked at Baltzin and spoke plainly.
“Nice acting back there.”
“I thank you.”
“That aside, I know we need to get rid of those heretics and I understand what you needed to do. You had this all planned out. But we must not let those ‘Champions’ know about what ‘peculiar customs’ the nations of Murakishur are. If we were to let them know, the Belhorashur would be able to declare war on those stupid ‘Humanitarian’ decrees the Institute has issued. We cannot declare against them yet, not until this mage is dealt with.“
“I was debriefed on the issues with the Champions the moment they were granted access to this city by those damn Institute dogs. Their mission might be just to act as surveyors for this new artifact site or something in the region, but their timing is just too good with those emanations from that thing’s tomb.” Baltzin quickly replied.
“I thought I could get away while the two were drunk, but the conflict was slightly more violent than I had calculated. I had clean up crews as well to remove all signs of damage and-“
“YOU DESTROYED A DAMN BUILDING! THE ENTIRE CITY COULD SEE THE BURNING RUIN!”
The Warden sighed and then responded calmly. “The entire council will be meeting in an hour on this incident and what to do with those ‘Champions’. We are heading to the Council house now. I suggest you ready yourself for the amount of all hell to be laid upon you.”
“Give me peace then, I’m going to need a damn good speech.”
“Baltzin.”
“Yes, Raes?”
“The Council says the Horde will be ready in four days. After this stunt you pulled, they might send you as an emissary to the cause.”
Not good, not good at all.


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Ethereal311

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10-28-2013

Chapter 9: Fifteen minutes.

“We can give you fifteen minutes.” The guard had said. That should be enough time to get some information on this awakening mage, Ezreal thought. The worship leader, Nrazin, was seated in front of him, his hands and legs bound by heavy chains. Nrazin’s face was slightly swollen and some of the cuts were not healing well, yet he showed no discomfort on the matter.
“Before everything else, I thank you for saving me and my daughter as well as those of the remaining Disciples.” Nrazin said calmly.
“If we may, I would prefer to speak in West Valoran. It may not be my native language, but I assume what we will talk about now might well be… confidential.”
Ezreal was surprised at how flawlessly Nrazin transitioned from the quick forceful bursts of Belshuriman to the paced flow of Wevalan, as it was more commonly referred to.
“I was fortunate enough to study Wevalan during my academy days as the political climate back then was slightly…” Nrazin paused thoughtfully, his face trying to recall the blissful nostalgia.
“Warmer, if you will.”
“Your guess was right.” Ezreal accepted Nrazin’s proposal. The forceful bursts of the language were starting to take their toll on his voice.
“I have fifteen minutes to talk with you. I want to know more about this awakening mage. I know what he did in the past as well as his name, Zewrath-“
“Its Xerath.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’ve been saying-“
“No, you are pronouncing it z-air-wraa-th. It is more guttural than that, Kz-er-a-th with a short A. If you were to pronounce it the way you do now, I doubt Xerath himself would be impressed.”
“Sorry, Piltoverian habits. As I was saying, what can we expect from Xerath when he awakens?”
“In His messages to us, he talks about him being imprisoned by two things. He calls the two something like the ‘Archa’ and the ‘Magus’. The ‘Archa’ is what he is freeing himself from and is a physical tomb that he was locked inside. While the ‘Magus’ is what has effectively fused with his being so there is freedom from the Magus’ clutch just yet. He also said that he is not reawakening, more that he is freeing himself from his prison. After he regained his consciousness in this Archa, He says he was paralyzed for several centuries before being able to regain control over his body, and only now has he gained enough strength from this Magus to be able to return to the surface.”
“W-wait, he says that this Magus is from where he draws power?”
“He says so, he talks about this ‘equilibria’ he has reached with it so his power and the power of the Magus is shared between them. He says it is heavily favored towards to Magus so his power is meager compared with the energy stored inside it.”
“By the Devs! He means THE Magus Catenas? That artifact can store astronomically massive amounts of magic energy! I’ve only come across the name once or twice in the Institute archives, but it was supposed to be lost after the Shurima Incident. So it is real after all! I-I mean this could bring up a new frontier of research that could maybe even stop the Void from spreading!-“
“Remember we only have fifteen minutes, Explorer. After this, there is one more thing that I must talk about with you. So if you may contain your excitement for now, we need every minute we can spend.”
“Y-yes. If you will continue then.”
“As I was saying, he was fairly adamant about not being called ‘reawakening’ since he did so millennia ago. Only recently in the past couple of months has this Archa been breaking down, allowing him to contact the outside world for the first time since his sealing. I was one of the first to be able to contact him, which led me to becoming the Worship Leader of the Thunder Disciples. My family was able to gain contact at roughly the same time I did, joining in to welcome Xerath back into the world.” Nrazin sighed, as he knew that what he was about to say might just change the fate of Shurima.
“We knew that such heresies would go unwelcome in the eyes of the Council, but when you came along, we knew we had an opportunity to welcome Him. The Council does not like outsiders, to say the least. There are practices that go on in Belhorashur that would break certain… terms the Institute has set out for acknowledging conflicting nations. What you saw back there with the Warden dismissing the High Seer was most likely an act the Council made to try and protect the façade they have created so as to not break the terms set out by the Institute. Now that you know, I hope this gets to the Institute. If it does, then Murakishur will have authorization to end this tyranny by Belhorashur using military force. I have spent enough time in this city to know what horrors lurk inside. And this is no uncommon incident. Other groups across Belhorashur have faced similar circumstances, and those times they had no Champions to stand against them.” Nrazin’s head bowed slightly. Ezreal did the same to acknowledge their fates.
“We do not have much time remaining, so I must get this out. Explorer, I doubt that I will have much time left after Xerath awakens and you leave with Him to return to the League. This is most likely a brief pause in the Council’s judgment of the Disciples until you and the Battle Mistress leave the city. Afterwards, I do not need to tell you what will happen to the remaining Disciples and me.” Nrazin averted his eyes slightly.
“So grant me one final wish, to allow my daughter, Azel, passage out of Belhorashur and make Xerath take her under His wing. I know her to be an exceptional scribe and scholar, as well as having arcane talent unrivaled by her other peers. I beg of you to make Xerath take her under his wing, as my request from his first contact since his sealing. I beg that much of Him.”
“I-I understand what you wish. Nrazin, was it?”
“Yes.”
“I hereby swear to you on my place as a Champion of the League of Legends that I will see to it that the tyranny in Belhorashur is removed in its entirety.”
Ezreal quickly looked at his watch. He had one minute left with Nrazin.
“Xerath should be awakening in a few hours, so I must get everything ready for our escape out of Nalepsis and Belhorashur. I will return for Azel in two hours, so prepare her for then.” Ezreal looked at Nrazin’s chained form.
“It was a pleasure to talk with you Nrazin.” Ezreal smiled briefly, trying to block out the thought that Nrazin and the remaining Disciples might well be executed within a day.
“I too, Ezreal.” Nrazin mimicked the smile, knowing full well of what his demise would be. His broken face only amplified the sorrow Ezreal felt welling inside him.
“I too.”
The guard opened the hardened steel door to the interrogation room.
“Time’s up Explorer. Let’s leave the man in piece now.”


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Ethereal311

Senior Member

10-28-2013

Alright then, I've set out the plot for this arc. Xerath is coming next week, I promise you that much. The pace will also be much faster to make up for the very slow introduction of all of the characters.
Also, how is everyone liking the fanfic so far?


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isosine

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10-28-2013

sounds good


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Ethereal311

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11-05-2013

Chapter 10: The two Lords.

“Your name is Azel, yes?” the Explorer asked her.
“Yes. I take it you are Ezreal?” Azel cautiously replied, hoping for some confirmation before she would so easily go along with these two strangers. They might have been the ones who saved her life, but she would not take any more chances. Not after her experiences.
“As you might know, Sivir and I have been tasked to escort you and Xerath to the Institute of War.”
“Yes. When are we meeting Lord Xerath?”
Ezreal glanced off to the side quickly when Azel was looking away.
Why must you people refer to him like that? It gets annoying after a while.
“It should be in a few minutes now. I suggest you get in the back of the ‘track.”
Ezreal pointed to a contraption that Azel had never knew existed. It looked like it was supposed to be a carriage with no horses. How could that thing even work? The two back wheels of it were just as long as the back carriage. How that thing could even get here was a mystery to her.
Nonetheless, Azel obeyed. She hated to trust these people, but her father had told her that these were good people. Good people or not, she still did not like them.

Ezreal felt his gauntlet shake as if it was actually scared. It should be any minute now. They were in the large plaza where the evidence of the events of the previous days had been completely removed spare a few broken bricks and tiles.
The plan was simple.
Secure Xerath and then get the hell out of this place.
Much easier said than done, but he had gone through measures to make it more efficient. He had positioned the half-track so that he could immediately start the engine once Xerath made his entrance, proceed to persuade Xerath to come with him, and then proceed directly out of town. This would ensure that they could go along the primary road that would lead them directly to Yelzun where they would meet up with Seer Malzahar. His ties would grant them safe travels from there to the Institute. It was just this one hurdle of getting Xerath to agree with all of this.

The ground rumbled with vigor.
It was time.

With a monstrous boom the temple was set alight like a furnace, the entrance pouring out pulses of intense flame. The very walls were struggling to contain the inferno that boiled within. After a few seconds of forging the furnace stopped, the lead tiles that covered its roof having sloughed off and the supporting ancient timber reduced to naught but ash. A silhouette appeared through the flames inside the temple.
Xerath.

Xerath floated through the intense heat inside the remains of the temple. After a moment of searching for an exit from the temple, he found it. His tethers moved him effortlessly across the rubble that littered the ground. A short burst of energy provided him a clearing to the dark night that lay beyond. After many centuries of wanting freedom from his tomb, he would finally have it.
Xerath moved outside, into the cool Shuriman night air.
At last, he had his freedom. Or at least part of it.

“Xerath, I assume.”
Xerath looked down. A young man stood before him. From his clothes, Xerath guessed he was an explorer of some kind.
“Yes, I am Xerath. Who are you and what do you want from me?” Xerath replied, with each letter pronounced with the voice of an automaton.
“I’m Ezreal. We have come to collect and escort you to the Institute of War. Don’t worry; the Institute is designed to stop conflicts not to make them. I had that thought when I first entered the League.”
“The League?”
“The League of Legends,” Ezreal said with a small glint of joy in his eye “is where the strongest and most gifted of all of Runeterra face off in truly epic battles. These battles are used for the enjoyment of the public as well as to settle political disputes. There are facilities for everyone no matter what being they are and its just so amazing that I cannot really describe it in words-“
“EZ! We gotta go! Quit your fanboying and get in the ‘track! We need to get out of here before the guards stop us.” A woman, from her appearance a warrior, was yelling at Ezreal from a window near the front of the construct.
“Sorry Siv. I’m coming now.” Ezreal looked back at Xerath. “I’ll talk about this when we aren’t in danger. Lie down in the back of ‘track for now and then we can set off.”
A brief grunt came from Xerath, agreeing to the terms. Xerath floated over to the halftrack, and then lay down on the hard steel floor.
“Azel! Mind covering Xerath with this? I need to start the engine.” Ezreal called over to a girl in her early twenties that was already in the back of the construct, pointing to a thick canvas.
“But he is Our Savior! Why should we cover him so that we may not see him?”
“Stealth. I do not want the whole of Shurima to know exactly where we are from several clicks away by the light from just one of his eye sockets.”
The girl hid her distaste poorly, but sighed and proceeded with the order.
“Sorry Lord, we need to be a bit ‘stealthy’ for a while. I beg you not to hate me for this.”
“I do not. I agree with ‘Ezreal’. I’ve already made enough of an entrance. I could use some peace for a while.”
The large canvas blocked his vision. Now he could think in privacy. The engine finally started and the halftrack rushed out of the city.


By the time Baltzin and a contingent of Council Members had arrived, the temple’s blaze had died out. There were reports of the Institute dogs running off back to their masters and those of an immense being of Thunder and Lightning that had appeared from the temple.
Damnation. The dogs had that thing now.
The Horde must know of what happened here.
There would be no way of denying Murakishur their prize now.
Unless Belhorashur can wipe Murakishur out first.
“Seer Baltzin, ride to the Horde. Meet up with the Lord and tell him what has happened here. If we-“
“I understand what I must do Councilmen. Those Champions have annoyed me this entire time. It will be nice to cut them down. I will meet with Lord Vragin when I reach the Horde. Hopefully we will be able to set off in time to catch them at their rendezvous.”
“You know where they will go?
“To the only Champion in Shurima that has political power, that damn sorcerer Malzahar. I believe he currently resides in Uebel if my information is correct. I also think it would be nice to bring vengeance upon the Mind-slayer of Icathia after all of his efforts to thwart the plans of previous Hordes.”


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Ethereal311

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11-10-2013

Chapter 11: The Inside and the Outside.

The bright Shuriman sun blazed in the cloudless sky.
Irritating, yet nostalgic. His earliest memories were of the same sun radiating down upon him.
But that was so long ago, and he did not enjoy dwelling on the past beyond what he deemed necessary.
The heavy canvas had been removed off of him, revealing his crystalline body to the world. The air crackled between his claw-like hands, with each sapphire finger ending with an impossibly sharp blade-like edge.
“My Lord, you may lie down again, we have still have a long way ahead.”
The girl, Azel he believed she was called, was looking at him. Her face was staring him down with those azure pupils that might puncture stone if she wished so. She showed no evidence of fear of his form, but Xerath knew it was in her mind somewhere that what lay before her was a being who had obliterated her home country many lifetimes ago.
“I am fine, my dear. I have waited millennia to look upon this land once more. I do not wish to be denied such an incredible sight, provided there is a reason not to such as the protection of me and those I wish protected.”
Azel showed confusion at his statement, quickly dismissing inquiry into what it meant.
“Might I ask this of you, Azel?” Xerath inquired.
“What is it you wish of me, my Lord?”
“Both Ezreal and Sivir are from this Institute of War, but I have not heard where you come from. Might I ask why you and I are on the same journey?”
“I am here to assist you, my Lord.”
“Then why are you assisting me?”
“I think I can explain that.” Ezreal shouted over the half-track’s loud engine.
“Pray tell then.”
“It was an agreement between Azel’s father and I, that I would get Azel to the safety of the Institute.”
“What do you mean by the ‘safety’ of the Institute?”
“Shurima has been split into two states, the Belhorashur or the Inner Shuriman Desert, and the Murakishur, the Outer Shuriman Desert. Belhorashur is home to all manner of strategic resources that solidify it as a major supplier to most if not all major states in Valoran, but then we have Murakishur who control the Outer Desert and thus all trade routes leading in and out of Shurima. If Belhorashur acquires its own secure trade route out of Shurima then it would become a major economic entity, something the Murakishurians do not want and would rather have to themselves. Now there are differences in culture as a result of the relative seclusion of Belhorashur and the more open Murakishur. Decades ago Shurima, as a country, committed many humanitarian crimes that were noticed by the international community. Murakishur, on the outer rim, was more influenced by differing opinion and changed its ways to becoming a fairer state. As Belhorashur is in the Inner Desert, it had significantly less pressure to change its ways, leading to an ethical division between the two nations. Those two factors alone create significant political tension, but if Belhorashur were to establish a secure trading route then that would lead to better deals on materials, meaning that the deals for Belhorashur’s trading partners would be significantly better. As businessmen run the world, the whole issue with Belhorashur is pretty much ignored because of the benefits that they would gain from Belhorashur winning this trade war.-“
The half-track almost veered off into a sand bank, only stopped by Sivir’s scream.
“DAMN IT EZ! KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!”
“But there is no-“
“I KNOW! J-Just keep driving and stop going on and on with your stupid knowledge sh*t, its doing my head in.”
“You did wander off from the topic quite a bit there Ezreal,” Xerath stated “Returning back, Belhorashur and Murakishur are opposing states, but why is Azel here?”
“Her father, Nrazin, is or was, the Worship Master of the Thunder Disciples, your followers.”
“Ah yes, I know of this ‘Nrazin’. He was my first contact with the outside world. Wait a minute, what do you mean was?”
“Just going onto that, okay so the Thunder Disciples were taken into custody after a strike during their prayer session that would have welcomed you back into the world. I talked with Nrazin after the attack and it turned out that them being taken into custody was just to wait for Sivir and I to get out of the city. They would most likely kill the remaining Disciples after that, when no representative of the Institute was there to witness the slaughter of them. Nrazin begged me to take Azel, so that she could serve you and still live. I-I find it hard to turn down the wish of a dying man.”
“I see.”
Silence followed. Xerath knew not how he felt sadness inside him, but it was there. It was definitely there.

After another hour of naught but desert, the stone arches heralding the entrance to the city of Uebel appeared on the horizon.
“About damn time.” Ezreal exclaimed. “I can finally get some damn rest. This bucket of bolts is almost out of juice as well.”
A procession came out to greet them, composing of a group of horsemen and a figure riding a barded camel.
“Ezreal! It has been a long time indeed.”
“Same to you, Malzahar.”
The horses circled the half-track, flanking the vehicle and escorting it through the stone arches ahead.


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Ethereal311

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11-16-2013

Chapter 12: An exchange of secrets.

There were audible gasps of awe coming from the crowd at Xerath’s form. Uebel was perhaps the most moderate and welcoming of Murakishur. The tales of a magi who had effectively wiped out the Shuriman empire were remembered, but that was three millennia ago and there were more pressing matters than what happened back then.
Xerath scanned them all with his sight, attempting to not give an impression of arrogance.
Impressions that might improve his chances of redemption in their eyes.
He was still sat in the moving half-track heading to what appeared to be a large palace. Its massive porcelain dome edged with arcane symbols, a sign that magical wards worked as a nexus of sorts to divert projectiles.
An interesting work indeed, but the symbols were decaying and with them formed weak points. Small ones for sure, but Xerath guessed with the potential technology that was constantly moving forward, these weak points could malfunction easily and form arcane bursts as the remaining shield rushed in to fill the gap. He had experienced such phenomena first-hand during his academy days, where they had used the same phenomena to crack brick tiles with shields in the size of mere millimeters.
“Xerath, come on.”
The truck had stopped, with Ezreal calling for him in a jovial mood.
Xerath sat up, his tethers reigniting themselves, and moved off the half-track. His feet never touched the sandstone bricks below him as his tethers rebounded off of them, holding Xerath half a foot off the ground when he stabilized.
“I welcome you to Uebel, my fellow friends.”
The figure in a purple robe, Malz was it, said with an implied smile that was hid behind the enwrapping robe.
Did they not know what I did to them? No, they do know. But do they not care?
“I heard you had some trouble getting out of Murakishur. Well Ezreal has always had a habit of getting into some form of trouble one way or another. Methinks he might one day actually need a map.”
A small chuckle came from Malz, with Ezreal smirking at the joke.
“Not yet Malz, not yet.”
“I’m not sure I have introduced myself to you and your, disciple?” Malzahar cleared his throat.
“I am Malzahar, the Prophet of the Void and the High Seer of Uebel. I welcome both of you to this fine city of prosperity. I hope your brief stay here will be remembered fondly.”
Xerath responded, bowing his head and replying.
“I thank you, Seer Malzahar. I accept your welcome with honor.”
Xerath signaled for Azel to follow suit.
“I thank you, Seer Malzahar. I accept your welcome with utmost humility.”
“Do not worry child, you are a disciple of Xerath. I greet you with the same respect as your master.”
She wasn’t. Azel briefly looked up at Xerath to grant her the illusion of being one of his disciples. Xerath briefly nodded, acknowledging it.
And thus, they were lead into the Fortress Palace of Uebel.

“Xerath, Sivir and I have stuff we need to do. How about you two just talk with Malz for a little bit.”
With that, Ezreal and Sivir disappeared to deal with attaining more fuel and getting the ‘bucket of bolts’ working again.
“So Xerath, might I ask what your arcane discipline is?”
Xerath turned his head to Malzahar, stunned by this. A Mage’s discipline gave immense levels of information about his magic, yet Malzahar asked such a thing of him? In his time, to so quickly declare one’s discipline would effectively been suicide because of how the discipline dictated the type of flow the mage would conjure with each one having a specific flow which could very well be adapted on by even the common mage to massively disrupt a spell’s arcane balance, resulting in the mage’s own fireball blowing up in his face. Was Malzahar really asking this of him?
“My own discipline is…”
HE WAS! Malzahar was actually going to tell him what his discipline was!
“I’m sorry to interrupt Seer Malzahar and neither do I mean disrespect, but I assumed you not to be so naïve and foolish as to simply give away the knowledge of your discipline.”
“Mine is already known throughout the world thanks to the League, it will not make a difference, or at least they know of what my powers can do.”
“It does make a difference. One’s discipline is used to fuel one’s powers. One can make different powers or distort powers around one’s discipline, but not make new powers through a new discipline.”
“I could also say that this is a trust exercise.”
Xerath stopped for a moment.
Trust.
It had been a long time indeed since he had been required to rely on such a deadly double-sided blade.
“Xerath, do you wish me to tell you mine?”
Xerath hesitated for another moment.
“Fine then, an exchange of disciplines.”
“Psychological Induction.”
“Hmm, an interesting one indeed. Mine is Particle Induction.”
“YES! Finally another who understands the awesomeness of induction!”

Azel looked at the two mages in puzzlement.
One minute, Lord Xerath and Seer Malzahar had been at odds over these disciplines.
The next, both of them were deep in conversation about the same thing they had been at odds at. How could they do such things?
“Disciple of Xerath, what might your discipline be?”
Azel looked at Malzahar, like her master, stunned at this. She didn’t know anything about these disciplines. Her father had told her nothing about them.
“I-I-I d-don’t know anything about these disciplines my lord.” She said reluctantly.
“Ah. I see. Then we shall figure yours out then shall we? Conjure us a fireball and we shall see what your discipline is.”
“Y-Yes, my lords.”
She could do that.
Cupping her hand, a kindle appeared above it. It soon swelled into a goblet-sized fireball.
“That is fine my dear, we can use this.” Malzahar said plainly.
It wasn’t enough, not for such experts into the arcana. The fireball continued to grow in size.
“Azel, enough.” Xerath exclaimed. “We do not need power. We need to know what it is. Hold its shape now.”
Azel calmed down. The amount of power before her was probably pathetic to what either of these two could muster.
“So Xerath, would you do the honors?”
Xerath gazed into the fire, watching every flicker of light curiously.
He raised his hand and beckoned forth a small tether of electricity that attached itself to the fireball.
“Azel, put one of those apricots into your fireball.” Xerath pointed to one of the small dishes standing on a table that had been set out for the three, all of the dishes filled with an assortment of appetizers.
Azel moved over to the table, the fireball still in hand. Taking up one of the apricots in her hand, she tossed it into the flame.
In a whoosh of orange flame the apricot was reduced to naught but ash.
“Arcane Conduction.” Xerath declared.
“I believe that means that she had another master before you then, Xerath.”
“I-I had my father. The city where I come from do not take magic as a useful art, more as a tool which can be used to do, so I had no chance at formal study into the arcane arts.”
“Ah. And what city might that be?”
“N-…” Azel stuttered. She looked down in dismay, for she knew what she was about to say would definitely doom her in this city.
“Nalepsis. Please forgive me for being born from such a place.”
Malzahar’s furrowed his brow at this. If Azel had not been a disciple of Xerath, then she may well have been declared a spy and summarily executed.
“Xerath, care to explain this to me.”
“Fine then. This girl and her father belonged to the Thunder Disciples, a group of followers that noticed my awakening form. Her father was both her teacher and the first human to welcome me back to living after my millennia in isolation. Ezreal made a deal with him to get his daughter to become my disciple while I was still in the ground.”
“You could have left her, what did she mean to you.”
“She did mean nothing, but I after I realized what the deal was, I lightened up to her. I have already created enough destruction, so I felt and still feel like I need something to use my power on. In this case, her protection.”

Malzahar sighed.
“Be thankful that I am not one of those paranoid politicians. If one of them heard about this, then Azel here would have been escorted to one of the dungeons and awaiting a thousand papers to be signed for her execution. I will keep this secret for now. I just beg of you to not tell anyone else of this.”
“I understand Seer Malzahar. But I must ask of you to keep my secret as well.”
“Very well then, an exchange of secrets. You really are an interesting man, Mage Xerath.”
“As are you, Seer Malzahar.”


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Ethereal311

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11-16-2013

Next chapter I will be going into the whole 'magical discipline' thing a bit further so it will not be just a one off. Either way, I hope you are all enjoying this style so far with the whole politics and looking into how this magic works and such. I haven't really seen that many fanfics that actually do this stuff, so this is an experiment of sorts into the everyday politics of Valoran which is not just 'Oh these guys are at war because ideals and event X' and so on.


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General Pancakez

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11-16-2013

Please keep up the good work, it is a long read but defiantly interesting. And try to refrain from using the same word twice in sentences after each other, it does catch a reader off balance to have, say darkness in 3 sentences back to back to back (not saying you did that word exactly) but you have sentences like that. just hard to follow for a split second. props very good writing, nice introduction of characters and back plot.


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Ethereal311

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11-17-2013

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xir4ng3ix:
And try to refrain from using the same word twice in sentences after each other, it does catch a reader off balance to have, say darkness in 3 sentences back to back to back (not saying you did that word exactly) but you have sentences like that. just hard to follow for a split second.


I'll work on that I guess. I'll go over my older chapters later on and tidy them up a bit.