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

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Ethereal311

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11-24-2013

Chapter 13: A merciful distraction.

Something was stopping her from sleeping. Most likely Sivir’s drunken rants that echoed from every wall, but there was something else. Something more subtle and minute. The arcane hint somewhat gave it away as well.
It’s probably Lord Xerath, Azel thought.
Trying to return to sleep, she rustled the covers of the large and ornate bed she had been given. It was far too large for her liking and the softness of the mattress felt discomforting. Azel was more used to the more rugged and makeshift beds that she and her father had made during her arcane tutoring to make sure they were uninterrupted during training sessions. Those times when they returned home and be welcomed by her mother and the scent of spices that filled the small house that her family had managed to maintain for many decades.
That was all gone now.
Her family was wiped out now.
She was the only one left.
Out of the six brothers and sisters she had grown up with, she was the only one that remained.
Two of them had been lost through illness, another two to a conscription program and her remaining brother cut down in front of her. She was the only one.
Tears welled up inside her. She had not thought about this until now.
The only one.

Brief spasms of muffled crying could be heard outside the door to Azel’s room, but no further.

Hours had passed before she stopped crying, her eyes still red from the tears.
That thing was still there though. That continuous arcane signal.
Like hell am I getting to sleep with that in the background, she thought.
Clothing herself, she went searching for the signal’s origin.

Xerath was performing diagnostics.
There was something wrong in his system.
Errors that had caused significant uncertainty in his control parameters.
True, his magic did have monstrous power, but there was an arcane interference that he could not find which was not in the many equations he had used to calculate such errors.
Irritating.
His current form with his crystalline legs spread out allowed him to triangulate to mere nanometers any differing power gradients that might cause such uncertainty, yet he found none?
He searched deeper into himself, into the very partition containing what remained of his human mind. This would be dangerous indeed, especially if the cycling equilibria of the Catenas were to grab hold of it, which would result in his mind being scrapped and tossed into the depths of the Chains without hope of recovery. Multiple memories of his childhood had gone missing as a result of this process. He had to retain some shred of his humanity in his form. It was the one thing that he could not lose. His power waxed and waned, but this, this must remain. No matter the cost.
He sensed something coming up to the parapet where he was perched.
Xerath recalled his probing mechanism and returned to his focus on the physical realm before him.
His body reformed from the separation, the crystals denoting his legs realigning with conventional human anatomy. He could see so much more of the arcane plane, but his detachment from the physical stopped him from moving through it. An interesting ‘mode’ indeed.
“My Lor-, wait it’s stopped now.” Azel withdrew her words as the arcane noise stopped.
“What is it, Azel?”
“I-It’s nothing my Lord, there was just this weird magic noise or something coming from up here.”
“So people can notice that?” Xerath said under what would have been his breath.
“Y-“
“Never mind Azel, it is nothing.”
Azel made movements with her mouth to try to speak, yet nothing formed. After a moment of doing so, she closed her mouth and looked down, acknowledging Xerath’s answer.
Silence followed between the two parties.
“Y-You were meditating up here, my Lord?”
“Does it surprise you when there is such a beautiful night sky?”
“What do you mean?”
“I forgot how beautiful it was. The stars, not blighted by the presence of clouds, in all of their eternal vigilance.”
“It’s been a long time since I have ever looked up at the stars. There just has never been a time I wanted to. I remember a night from my childhood where my father pointed out Aurion-“
Azel grew silent, remembering the times she had spent with her family. There were so many times that she was thankful of them, for all that they had done.
They were all gone.
Why were they all gone?
Why did they have to go?
Why?

Xerath looked on at the girl trembling before him.
He could guess what she had stopped at.
She looked so weak and fragile. Something a mere desert gust could touch and shatter like glass.
He knew one thing that might help her. A distraction, a conversation of some sorts to rid her of the torments.
“Oh yes! Do you remember what we were discussing with Seer Malzahar about?”
Azel looked up at Xerath, her eyes red from the silent tears.
“We-We were talking about d-disciplines, r-right?”
“I never got around to actually explaining what the disciplines are. Do you wish to know?”
Xerath didn’t like consorting with people in such a condescending manner, but to keep Azel’s tears at bay, this seemed like the only way he knew how. Curses.
“Y-Yeah, I guess you d-didn’t.”
“So a discipline is the manner in which your magic takes form. Masters tend to pass down their own discipline to their students, which, because of your differing discipline, was the reason why Malzahar found it auspicious. I know of cases where such things have happened with a change in the control method, but it is rare for one to have both the control and medium different from their master.”
Azel looked at him blankly. Control? Medium? The hell was this?
“Ah… I forgot the more important part. Excuse my tangent. A discipline is split into two parts, the control method, and the medium. The medium of a discipline comes first in the denomination, of which there are three different media, these being Physical, Arcane, and Psychological. Physical media uses the physical realm to transfer the effects of a spell, so a fireball would use raw flame produced from a chemical reaction to burn a target. Arcane media uses direct arcane energy as its media, so an arcane fireball would flood the target with fire magic, burning it to ash. Now Psychological, or Psyche, is an interesting one in that it works on the mind itself. This means that a fireball of Psyche media would burn as an arcane media, but the effects would scar the nerves with immense amplified pain, more so than either arcane or physical media.”
Xerath looked once again at Azel. Her tears had stopped and her eyes were focused on his speech.
Good. This is working.
“The control method is how the magic is controlled by the mage. I know of three of these, but I learned this eons ago so the information may be outdated. There is Conduction, Induction, and Insulation forms of control. Conduction is about the mage having direct connection with the magic, so that he may directly control the fireball as it is flying in addition to being able to directly influence the size of the explosion. This is by far the most common of the three control methods because of its ease of use. Induction is about indirect control of the magic, using parameters to set and stabilize the power. This one is all about separating oneself from the magic, using what is known as parameters to control the size, power and the basic effects of the spell. For example, an Induction fireball would have parameters of having the size of, say, a goblet, having an induced energy with a value of the total energy stored inside a dried log, and finally the introduction of the fire element to feed off the energy. This may sound strange, but it is a hard process to describe when I am giving a very short course to a complete novice. Training into the art of induction took me three years for just the basic calculations that one needs to generate the parameters alone. That aside, Insulation is even stranger. Insulation control is most commonly associated with magical warding, but any shield can be a weapon if you know how to use it. Insulation is very difficult to describe, but the most common forms of Insulation involve using bursts of high velocity ‘capsules’ of incredibly concentrated magic or large waves of disruptive magic. Both of these take large amounts of energy and, for the latter, are indiscriminate in their effect. In terms of a fireball, an Insulation fireball would often have a ‘shell’ of arcane shielding with an intense center of elemental fire magic.”
Xerath looked once again at Azel. Her vacant expression told him that she had been listening. That was until her mind had been fried by the information coming at her.
At least she had cheered up.
He was thankful he had managed to calm her down.
“Getting back to what your discipline is, yours is Arcane Conduction, perhaps the most common discipline and is the main idea people have of magic. These two mean that your fireballs are in the arcane spectra and thus can be redirected using arcane warding and your control can be distorted by others given enough time to, ‘hack’ shall we say, your magic, resulting in you losing control. This means that for Conductors, they have a harder time with counter-spells because of how they have constant control of their magic.”
“For myself, as a Physical Inductor, I have less to worry about counter spells because I rely on complex parameters to control my spells and have little contact with the spell itself. I do, however, rely on the physical plane to conduct my energy meaning that physical shielding can stop it but I have more than enough raw power to overcome any conventional armor with ease. However, if I were to tell someone beforehand that I was an inductor, an opposing party may spend immense amounts of time deciphering the induction parameters and would grant them access to my abilities. This is why I was disagreeing with Malzahar earlier about him disclosing his discipline when we had only just met.”
“So… why have I only heard of this now? I mean, I’ve found anything about it. Why did my father not tell me anything about it?”
“Because Conductors are idiots. It does not matter to them what sort of enemy they come up against, they can always just conjure up a spell and hope it works. Inductors and Insulators are different. To them it does matter because they cannot work in the same way conductors do. In my Academy days, out of the several thousand in the academy, only four dozen were not Conductors. Of those, only five were Insulators. I should know that much. After all, one of them was…”
Xerath paused for a moment, remembering the lost past.
“…My closest friend.”

Something was on the horizon.
It was far away, perhaps several kilometers, but Xerath could sense it.
A sporadic distortion on the arcane spectra.
Null magic materials.
Idiots, activating such things at such a range would only waste energy and provide an advance warning to any magician with even the slightest of talent.
But the size of the distortion was massive, perhaps stretching almost a kilometer across. Whatever it meant, it was strong.
Incredibly strong.
The most worrying thing though was that it was moving towards him.
It was advancing on Uebel!


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Ethereal311

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11-24-2013

So how many brains can I fry with the stuff on Disciplines?
Fleshed out a bit more of Azel and Xerath a bit so that it is not completely full with explaining Disciplines.
Hope you guys enjoy all of this.


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Xnighite

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11-25-2013

Keep up the good work! I look forward to reading more of your writing style. Plus the way you captivate Xerath is very intriguing. ^3^)


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Ethereal311

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11-29-2013

Quote:
Xnighite:
Keep up the good work! I look forward to reading more of your writing style. Plus the way you captivate Xerath is very intriguing. ^3^)

Thanks. I've been working on a couple of other projects these past couple of weeks (mostly schoolwork). In combination, I've also found out a way to get LoL models into SFM so as soon as I can get the thing working then I might make a small trailer for this fanfic. But that will come in time.
Anyway, I'm going to continue on with writing new chapters and will be finishing this arc up in a bit.


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Ethereal311

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12-01-2013

Chapter 14: A time for retribution.

“Seer Malzahar! We have a problem.”
“A massive arcane distortion?”
“Yes sir. B-But how did yo-“
“I am a mage, I can sense a distortion of that magnitude.”
“Uh-“
“Continue.”
“A massive force is approaching Uebel. The High Governor seeks your council.”
Malzahar sighed. This whole business with Xerath was getting more and more annoying by the minute, and now he had to face off against this force from Belhora.
“Of what magnitude are we talking about?”
“A whole kilometer in radius. It is most likely a Horde.” The guard’s tone lowered, frightened by the sheer scale of the force despite all his efforts to hide it.
And there it was. Ruining his supposed ‘time off’.
It just HAD to be a Horde. The Institute better give me some damn compensation for having to deal with this metric pile of sh*t. Even Champions of the League would have trouble dealing with one simply because of its sheer scale. He had been able to halt one single-handedly, but that had taken half a fortnight for his magic to drain the Horde and that one was far less prepared for him. The massive distortion from null-magic materials showed that they had prepared this time. Uebel was also less heavily guarded than the trade city of Himos.
Significantly less well guarded.
At least it was a fortress, albeit an old and decaying one.
There still was Xerath though.
A trump card? Maybe.
Whatever spells Xerath could use, his energy was massive.
I pray hope that he can work through the null-magic.
Xerath was the best option.
“Sir-“
“Yes. I will provide council. First though, I must find Xerath. And I know where I might find him.”

Malzahar rushed up the stairs of the towering spire. After about a minute of climbing, he resorted to his magic to aid him. He floated on upwards on some alien miasma that none could describe accurately without its form rapidly mutating before a decision could be made. As Malzahar reached the last few steps he withdrew his power, calmly returning his feet to the ground. Climbing the few remaining steps, he found Xerath along with his ‘disciple’. It looked as if Xerath had been lecturing her. Whatever they had been discussing was enough to distract her simple mind.
“Xerath, I must ask two more things of you.”
“What is it you wish of me?”
A hint of resentment? Are you so fond of her to warrant such caution?
“Operational range and energy magnitude.”
Xerath seemed to understand what was required.
“My estimations suggest a fall-off of two and a half kilometres and a maximum energy magnitude of logarithm ten Joules. Enough to deal with them.”
That was a massive amount of power to wield. Logarithm ten Joule magic was on par with tactical Rune weapons employed by Demacia and Noxus during the infamous Rune Wars. The Institute had informed him that this Xerath did have incredible power, but even this level of power was astonishing.
“But know that I cannot wipe them out. Shurima has already been devastated by my power eons ago. I do not wish to repeat that calamity.”
“Fine. Come then, the Governor seeks our council. I guess this operation will require you as artillery support most likely. I will most likely be on the frontlines as a charge-breaker. You are damn lucky to have such range. I’ve already faced off against a Horde once five years ago. This is no simple battle like the proud fools of Demacia and Noxus would like it. In this battle, anything goes. And I mean anything. Take care, Mage Xerath.”
“Let us bring arcane might down upon them like which none have seen!”
“That I will do gladly.”

A Horde? That was the same response that she was given when her two eldest siblings had disappeared five years ago. Was Malzahar the same person as the Mind Slayer of Icathia? The tale of the Mind Slayer was common throughout the Inner Desert and rightly so. The Mind Slayer had stricken and annihilated the sanity of a thousand during the siege of Himos. Was the man before her the same man who had snuffed out the lives of Ismel and Kiloi using Xenos magic?
“Disciple of Xerath, I apologize to you. There may have been people close to you who I laid waste to, but know that this is war, not some friendly competition between ‘friendly’ states.”
He was! The Mind Slayer stood before her! Any other Belhorashurian would have most likely taken a dagger at this point and plunged it in his chest. But he would simply blast their mind apart before they could even do that. Even then, that would not return Ismel and Kiloi from the dead.
“Azel.”
Azel looked up at Xerath who stood over her in all his might.
“We both know what Belhorashur has done to its undesirables. What I do today will change that forever. Know that I am doing what I believe is right. Your father wanted the same thing from me, to change Shurima for the better. The time for that is now. This shall be their retribution. Come along now, I will need you in the coming battle.”
The tiniest of smiles appeared on Azel’s face for a moment.
Now is the time of vengeance. For her family and all those under Belhora’s tyrannical rule.

“High Seer Malzahar, it is a pleasure you could join us.”
“I thank you Governor Vhalitz. What is the current situation?”
“Reconnaissance shows multiple cohorts of Cavalry and Infantry supported by siege weapons and what appears to be multiple Bellua Arcana so there are mages present in the force.”
Vhalitz looked over at Xerath, then back to Malzahar.
“I assume Mage Xerath will be supporting us?”
“Correct. He has enough range to deal with the artillery I believe as well as enough power to destroy them swiftly.”
“Good.” Vhalitz looked over to Xerath. “Xerath, your primary mission is to destroy the artillery before it can do serious damage. Second priority is marked targets or Infantry columns. Know that as soon as either side starts firing, the battle will begin. If you fire before we are ready, then they will charge our lines which considering our weak forces would not bode well for us. But if we are ready, send a signal before you fire. The faster we remove that artillery, the better. Knowing common military strategy, they will most likely soften us up using their artillery followed by a cavalry and Arcane Beast charge to wreak havoc upon us before sending in the infantry to clear out the city. While you focus on the backline, Malzahar will tie up the Beast and cavalry charge with his powers. Reinforcements should arrive in a day’s time in the least, so if we can hold this one single day then they have lost the battle. Colonel Pasol will give you the coordinates of the artillery and assist you in pointing out marked targets.”
“Governor Vhalitz, if I may, I would like to have my disciple at my side.”
“That is fine with me. Get the job done and I have no complaints. Colonel Pasol! Get Mage Xerath up to date with our strategy and the artillery coordinates.”
“Yes sir! If you would like to follow me, Mage Xerath.”
Colonel Pasol escorted Xerath and Azel out of the makeshift situation room.
“Seer Malzahar, you know what I wish of you.”
“Being directly on the frontlines has never been a hobby of mine you realize?”
“Himos more than proved that it might well be something you are adept at. I have also watched some of the battles you partake in the League of Legends. Know that Shurima will always praise you for that action.”
“Demacia and Noxus are both very large, with Ionia, Zaun and Piltover coming close to their presence. Shurima though…” Malzahar sighed. “Some of these things you cannot control. Politics included.”
“Your League compatriots Ezreal and Sivir might wish to join this battle.”
“Sivir is currently in one of the deepest hangover slumbers I have ever witnessed. And Ezreal, I do not wish him to intervene. This is Shuriman business, he is best to provide another witness to the battle ahead and get Institute permission to end these pathetic assaults by Belhorashur once and for all.”
“Alright then enough idle chit-chat, we have a superior foe to face. I want you on the frontlines. First priority is stopping that cavalry charge. Second priority is to blast the mind of any Arcane Beast you find without mercy. Follow Major Beil to meet with Guard commander Jinai, I wish you luck in your endeavor.”
“I will take any luck I can gather as I know I’m damn well going to need it. Himos was a hard one despite all of its defenses, so this is the gates of hell spilling forth all of its monstrosities. I have been through one hell before, and that was far from pretty.”


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Ethereal311

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12-03-2013

Hope everyone is enjoying the new Chapter.
I have a couple things to do this week, so I'm going to hold off the next chapter for a double release sometime next weekend. The next one is going to be big and full of action with explosions and large monsters that will make the wight camp sound like a cute hamster.


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Ethereal311

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12-07-2013

Slight change in plans.
Chapter 15 should be coming out sometime tomorrow, with me taking next week off to work on a double (maybe even a triple) release.


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Ethereal311

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12-09-2013

Chapter 15: Cry ‘Havoc!’

The Horde was vast.
A kilometer radius was indeed large, but numbers could only say so much. Even from the flat-topped hall in the center of Uebel, Xerath could still see the ranks of the Horde. Thousands of distant pixels moving ever closer towards him.
Come then. We are waiting. Come rain arrows and your simple magic upon us and I shall return it ten fold in naught but a scant second! I will rend the very tyranny you represent from this plane with arcane might that should so rightly have been locked away for eternity!
This power is mine and it is mine alone!
And it shall be the end of you!

Xerath was meditating, or at least it looked like it.
His ‘fingertips’ were touching each other and his faceless form managed to show some kind of disconnection from everything around him.
If Xerath is this powerful, then I was only shown a mere fragment of power during his ascension from his tomb, Azel thought. He is going full out on this one.
The noise returned to her ears.

“I am ready.”
“Good. Seer Malzahar and Commander Jinai almost have the guard in order. Limited activity from the Horde. Could be setting up their artillery and gods know what else they have in store. Target an artillery location and wait on stand-by for their strike or when Commander Jinai is ready.” Pasol had no expression, fully immersed in what was to be the greatest battle of his life. Uebel had sent reinforcements to Himos five years ago but only a few had returned from the siege. His mentor had gone and vanished just like so many others had.
“Very well. Azel!”
“Yes, my Lord?”
“Assist Colonel Pasol in communicating targets to me. As soon as I start to charge my energy, I will be unable to communicate in the physical plane. I need you to tell him any change in my target priority and for him to coordinate with the frontline.”
“I-Very well, my Lord. I will do so to the best of my ability!”
“Good, I will begin now.”
The structure shook as Xerath synchronized with the magical flow of the world, shaking off loose sand from the structure, falling onto the streets below. An intense pyre of crackling blue energy formed beneath him.
He could no longer hear the sounds of the small team behind him constantly receiving word from the frontline and reconnaissance elements. Only small incoherent distortions suggested their presence.
His form distended as the Chains weakened, seeping long lost energies back into him. It felt good to have such power within him, ready to be called on at any instant. His vision watched over Uebel, its defenders and the Horde that could very well annihilate all of them.
Not while I still draw strength.
He searched through the Horde, small flickers of light denoting every single human existence. There were other, stranger flickers, some hard to make out because of the wards surrounding them while others were beings of arcane might.
He spied the artillery, ballistae with what seemed to be an arcane launching mechanism. More conventional artillery such as catapults was being rolled into position and mighty trebuchets being constructed were also present. The null magic wards would dissipate some of his energy, but not enough to completely stop his onslaught.
Compiling magical energies, he charged his first round to send into the Horde.
Now we play the waiting game.

Baltzin looked out over at the city of Uebel from his mount.
He was no soldier. He preferred a desk job. He really preferred a desk job.
He did not care much about the total annihilation of Murakishur, more of his own well being. Destroying Murakishur would be nice, as long as he was not involved in any of the battles.
But he was here in the Horde. Better hope that he would not need to deal with actual combat. If the Horde were somehow defeated, then nothing would save him.
But that was impossible. Not with all of the support they had been given from the other cities. Even groups of cultists had joined the Horde, their alien ways adding to the strength of the Horde. One group known as the Terrarum Dominae had approached Lord Vragin and had asked for an outrageous number of slaves to complete a ceremony of theirs. With this, they promised a way to obliterate Uebel with a being so powerful that not even a champion of the League of Legends would be able to take it down. Vragin accepted it, the naïve fool. They had been keeping their word so far, with the ceremony under way before him. But once this being emerged, what would stop it from wiping us out instead of the enemy?
This was why he hated royalty, thinking that they always had the right answer and if you just so happened to dislike it, then the chopping block awaited. Such a simple and base threat.
There was a strange noise in the air, like a fly buzzing, but where was the damnable thing coming from?
“Seer Baltzin, why is your expression so dire?” Lord Vragin spoke from upon his elephant mounted dais, filled with luxuries that lesser men could not even dream of.
And Baltzin thought that he had impressed the Explorer with his feast.
“It is nothing Lord Vragin, I simply distrust these cultists. Not so much as to say it was a poor idea, just that they have nothing to prove their worth just yet.”
“Are they not doing as I say? Their warriors are meat-shields for us at the front of the lines, while their sorcerers are right in front of us performing their strange ritual and surrounded by my most powerful and loyal of guards. If they do not fulfill their task, then I shall make every single one of them an example to those who displease me. I have complete control over them.”
No you do not, you arrogant lumbering oaf.
“As you say so, my Lord. Excuse my moment of doubt.”
“The fireworks from our artillery should be starting soon. I pray hope those custom shells provide an entertaining display of devastation.”
Custom? Please do not tell me this pig had spent vast amounts of precious gold on some shells that were flashier and had far too many advanced adjectives attached to them to appeal to his simple dull mind.
“Lord Vragin, the Cavalry divisions are ready and waiting on your orders.”
“Excellent news, Major Joumu. Seer Baltzin, please proceed to the Nalepsian regiment. We will show these simple worms the meaning of war! My late Father would be proud to know that I have orchestrated this truly immense force.”
Your father would be rolling in his grave laughing knowing that his brutish and simple son would be orchestrating this. Lord Tragin was a military genius and renowned tactician who was only stopped by the final efforts of the Mind-Slayer. He would look down upon you with utter disgust at this raw amount of brawn with no brain behind it. Our forces may be superior from his crusade five years ago, but Lord Tragin managed to drag Himos to its knees with no flashy toys or mad cultists summoning some behemoth.
“Yes my Lord.”

Baltzin spurred his horse onwards to his Nalepsian regiment. The Nalepsian council had organized this punishment from those Champions discovering what Belhora did to some… unnecessary cults. Far away, he heard the sound of battle cries and the thundering charge of hoofs on sand. That should mean the assault has begun.
Baltzin continued on towards his regiment, when he heard the crack of tough rope and the groan of wooden gears. About fifty meters away, a group of onagers had begun launching their ordnance into Uebel.
A few moments later, a bright flash.
A deafening blast.
The ground itself heaved from an immense power forced into it.
Baltzin managed to cover his eyes, only for his horse to bray in terror.
The heat baked the right side of his body in agony, causing him to grimace from the surging pain.
Then the shockwave hit both mount and rider, knocking them to the ground with the force of a rhinoceros. The vibrations ran throughout his entire body.
Immense pain flooded Baltzin as his leg cracked from the beast’s fall. He cried out, but he heard nothing other than the ringing in his ears.
What seemed like an eternity passed him.
Everything was slowed to a mere fraction of what it should be.
Intense feelings of numbness entered his body, only for pain to resurge back into him, as well as all of his other senses. Muffled, yes, but his senses were there.
“Seer Baltzin! Stay with me! Som’one get a healer! Officer down over ‘ere!”
Baltzin grimaced in pain from his fractured leg.
“Thank the gods! Umiy! Help me get the Seer from under this ‘ere horse!”
After much effort, the two soldiers barely managed to lift the shocked horse off from Baltzin’s form. After a brief lapse in the beast’s conscience, it righted itself and ran off across the desert panicking.
Baltzin remained on the ground, still trying to deal with the pain saturated in his body. Lifted by the two soldiers, he found where the blast had come from.
It had come directly from the place where the onagers had been mere seconds before.
Arcs of white lightning the size of men fizzled at the center of the blast site, with each point of the arc melting both sand and steel with the force of a blacksmith’s forge. At the very center, the sand had turned to glass from the immense power forced upon it.
Was this? It was!
Whatever that being of Thunder and Lightning was, it was here, siding with Murakishur.
Sh*t.
That thing was no mere legend.

Baltzin tried to stand.
He could not.
His right side was baked by the heat blast while his left leg had been crushed under his panic stricken horse.
“Don’t worry sir, we can patch you up.” The apothecary said with a weak smile, knowing that Baltzin’s left leg was unsalvageable. The right side of Baltzin’s body would be fine though, if but a little painful for the next few months.
“I thank you apothecary, but I need to see my troops immediately.”
“With respect, sir, you can’t with those injuries.”
“LIEUTENANT!” A booming voice cried from inside the apothecary’s tent. “Orders from Command to assemble all Infantry regiments and make ready for the assault.”
“YES SIR!” The apothecary returned back to Baltzin. “In your current condition you are unsuited for battle and we cannot have anyone slow down the assault. Your men will have to do it without you.”
Do it without him.
This may well save him.
My brother may well be right for worshipping you, demon.
The buzzing had returned.
That could mean only one thing.
The ground rumbled once more from another immense blast of energy, sending a cloud of sand into the sky itself, imbued with crackling lightning.
IT COULD DO THAT AGAIN SO SOON?
There is no way that we will be able to hold this position.
He may be targeting the artillery, but how is he so accurate? There is no Mage known to be able to tactically remove such a small target from this range!
As long as there are bigger threats though, he won’t need to target this location again. Well at least my skin is saved, for now.

“Targets Alpha and Beta removed.” Xerath communicated to Azel.
“I hear you, my Lord. Commander Pasol had designated Lambda and Omega as next priority.”
“It shall be done.”
Xerath surveyed the damage from his gaze, focusing on how the wards were reacting to his onslaught. If he could get beyond the disruptive warding, then his ordnance strength would increase significantly. But he had not yet cracked the warding barriers to do so. Until then, his efficiency would be lacking.
This was going to take slightly longer than he had predicted.


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Ethereal311

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12-23-2013

Chapter 16: Let loose the dogs of war. (Contains graphic content which may be unsuited for some.)

Malzahar was on the frontlines, waiting for the Horde to meet his power.
Himos had showed his power to the world. It was not beautiful or particularly precise. What it could do, however, was rend the minds of entire armies with ease. Immense beasts were no problem either, as all simple brutes would fall no matter their size.
Mind War was a common spell known to all as a dangerous and unreliable spell, but when an induced Void nightmare was introduced, Malzahar was at minimal risk to his own psyche. Very few people, no, very few beings could stand against the Void and even less likely to not have psychological scars in the aftermath.
He could hear the clutter of spears behind him as the Uebel Guard forces were nervously waiting for the inevitable cavalry charge.
Malzahar knew what it was like to stare down such a charge. The hooves would thunder against the ground with such power that it should have been classed as an average earthquake, the deafening battle cries blocking out every order the superiors would give and the truly devastating force it delivered from lane, sword and axe. A successful charge could remove entire infantry columns from the battle even from a dozen horsemen.
That was why he was here.
To not allow them that luxury of a good charge.
A dust cloud appeared in the distance. The rumble of earth confirming
Xerath has started? That means-
A large blast of green tinted fire came from behind him.
Several men were reduced to smoldering pulp while others were screaming as their limbs had been scattered by the explosion.
SH*T!
Malzahar hushed his startled camel, looking back to the Horde’s position.
An onrush of sand blasted him.
A conjured sandstorm? Such parlor tricks.
A very distant roar of hooves on sand immediately stopped his thoughts.
Well then.
“Commander Jinai! We need Xerath to take out the mage responsible for this sandstorm. Now!”
“Copy that.”
Another strange sound came out of the storm. The barking of hounds?
To his right, he saw a hound the size of a horse jump upon the Guard, which ripped a man’s head with ease. The sound of other hounds resounded across the Guard ranks, followed by screaming and retaliating spears skewering some of the hell-spawned dogs.
A closer explosion of Xerath’s making echoed to him, followed by the harsh wind slowing and dissipating. The mage was taken care of. Good.
Another Hellhound emerged out of the calming storm, eyeing Malzahar with clear intent of its obvious move.
It was akin to a weird Hyena-wolf hybrid, its scimitar fangs bore circling him, thinking Malzahar easy prey. It began its pounce.
Malzahar held his hand up, blasting the hound with a wave of alien origin.
The hound’s mind was snuffed out like a candle, its corpse falling hard on the sand without even a sound. His camel was scared, but its experience with Himos had allowed it to quickly calm itself. Betty is always reliable, Malzahar thought.
Other Hellhounds pounced out from the decaying sandstorm, hungry for man-flesh.
Their feasts were interrupted by cold stabs of steel, ripping into their tough hides like blunt knives cutting muscle.

Only a few Hellhounds remained, with the remaining beasts rounded up and cut down. At least that is done. Ordnance continued to rain down on Uebel, but the frequency had been significantly reduced thanks to Xerath’s efforts.
A massive wave of cavalry rode into view on the horizon.
“Now is where the battle really begins. Ready yourself Commander, I’m about to show you things that go beyond reality.”

Malzahar closed his eyes, completely calming his breath.
He felt energy surge inside him.
The sound of thundering hooves approached.
Reality warped two hundred meters away from him.
The roar of battle cries drowned everything out.

NIHILI VORAGO!

Reality itself cracked like glass, leaving two gaping holes into a world of utter chaos and mutation.
So many just lost their lives from the alien maw spewing raw unrefined energy into them. Some fused with their horses, their skin melting like slag while their bones contorted into twisted and sickening trees of bone and muscle, their very beings now void of material laws. Some were even possessed by Void entities, mutating them into creatures that could not even spawn from nightmares. Another man and his horse exploded in a display of red mist, covering his allies in his still boiling blood.
A war elephant cried out in pain as its bones protruded out from its skin into a living fortress of tusk.

The two portals sparked with magenta and violet lightning that slagged and cauterized steel and flesh with equal power, creating long tendrils that thrashed out in the middle of the cavalry charge. Man and horse were eviscerated by their slightest touch. As the portals’ tendrils finally met, Void Space was established, allowing more energy to flood in to the unlucky men trapped by the prison.
The two portals merged into a single door to the alien dimension.
More and more energy flooded the Space, soaking every atom with raw chaos.
It was time to close it.
As Malzahar clutched his hands, the gaping maw slowly closing shut as the wound in space sewed itself shut, returning all of Void space back to where it came along with all inside. As the maw collapsed, the air itself hummed with the energy produced from the dimensional rift.
In a final cacophonous blast of energy that blasted men and horse aside, the remnants of all that had happened disappeared. In the minute of hell Malzahar had unleashed, only white-hot sand remained.

The cavalry backed off from the catastrophic damage Malzahar had wrought upon them. They had been thinned significantly and all of their momentum had been stopped. That had not stopped them though as the commanders barked their orders to reform and continue onwards. Such were the casualties of battle.
He would need more than a single spell to stop them.
Malzahar knew that it was a given.
He was panting slightly, not the best of signs.
He could go on though.
He could handle so much more.
This was only the beginning.
Malzahar steadied himself once more, ready to cast another spell.
Powers surged inside him once more.

AGER SIPHONEM ANIMARUM!


The ground beneath the reforming horsemen festered and bubbled, sending those above into intense hysteria from the noxious energies that filled their minds with nightmares. From every corpse rose a vapor of souls, returning it to the festering ground.

“Lord Vragin, the summoning is almost finished.”
“Oh good! Hurry along then, get whatever you have to destroy Uebel.”
“Before that, my lord, we would ask of you this one thing?”
“Speak quickly then, cultist. My interest can only be taxed so long.”
“My lord, do you wish complete control over the colossus? Your intellect and presence on the battlefield will send the worms scurrying away into the ground.”
“My interest is yours. Then tell me, how might I attain the control.”
“It is simple, my Lord. Just drink from this chalice.”
The cultist priest held up a chalice containing some form of thick wine to Vragin.
“It is that simple?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“This power shall be mine then. Give it here.”
Vragin downed the sweet wine immediately, not concerned for what it actually was.
Power would be his! No brother or sister of his would be able to handle Father’s empire.
He felt his mind wane as his eyes closed.
“CULTIST! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO LORD VRAGIN!” The Lord General Humnis rushed to Vragin’s side.
“I’ve prepared him for his reincarnation.”
“SAY YOUR MEANING BEFORE EVERY LAST ONE OF THE TERRORUM DOMINAE ARE SLAUGHTERED AND THE TOLERATION OF YOUR HERETICAL WAYS ARE REVOKED!”
The priest pointed over to the summoning altar, where the ground quaked with arcane energy.
“I must return to my practice now. If we do not finish the ceremony then Lord Vragin will be gone for good.”
Humnis was seething with rage, his teeth bared like some feral animal. He calmed himself, looking back at the priest with eyes still filled with rage.
“FINE! Get back to conjuring your false deity, Cultist.” Humnis barked, before returning to Vragin’s side, trying to make sense with his uneducated mind.
Returning back to the altar, the priest spoke to the heavens.
“We welcome you back to the living, Lord of Earth! All the world’s beings came from you and so tax must be paid in return! To you, we offer these sacrifices of blood and magic! We ask you harbor this one soul as a beacon of our strength to the unbelievers! They have betrayed your blessing of their existence! Return their Heresies with your mighty and holy wrath! I BRING YOU FORTH INTO THIS WORLD!”
As slave blood saturated the sand, the priest poured the last drop of blood wine to the ground.
The Earth responded with a quaking roar, the sands shifting as immense boulders stirred from their millennia long slumber.

Malzahar drew his blood soaked blade from another horseman. Thanks to him, the massive charge had been averted and decimated. The Uebel Guard had stood fast, thankfully. Xerath’s interception of annihilating multiple Bellua Arcana had also helped significantly. The few remaining horsemen were falling back, so depleted their numbers that the once monstrous school of horsemen had been replaced with a handful of minnows. The Guard had taken significant losses, but the level had been comparatively less than the casualties sustained in Himos during those first few hours of battle.
Himos, the memories of that hell were constantly creeping back into his mind. There had been none of this arcane bombardment back then. It was a simple melee death match that had changed with Horde flanks and Fabian strategy removing any hope of reinforcement for Himos. The General back then was absolutely legendary, his only downfall being the entrance of Malzahar to the Defense of the city.
But this one, this mere brute general, was nothing more than a simple fool whose only thought was destruction by the most impressive means possible and the knowledge that he would be put into the history books.
Definitely in the history books, as a complete failure.
The ground quaked with raw power.
Xerath had been going at it non-stop since the battle had begun.
“Malzahar, do you read me?”
“Xerath? What is it?”
“I know what you may be thinking and it isn’t me. It is something different. The wards around the center of the Horde have just distorted massively. There is something coming, and the scale is massive. Ready yourself for anything.”
“Copy that. I might know something that can defeat it.”
“IT’S HERE! Should be on your 2 o’ clock. Halt it. I may be able to interrupt the control mechanisms governing its movement. With luck, I could even get it to turn on the Horde itself. I just need time to break any safeguards down.”

Stones towered above the world, forming an immense colossus of rock and earth.
A Golem. Colossus class.
The Golems at the Institute were less than babes compared to this monster.
More rock and stone continuously attached itself to the beast, each piece solidifying into bones the size of an entire palace. The ‘eye’ belched forth arcane light from its head, illuminating the ground below in some unholy blood red aura.
A Titan class Golem.
Such things were unheard of.
The energy required to sustain them was truly massive, equal to its immense size.
Its limbs could have easily extended and reached the sky if it so wanted.
The hulking Titan being completed, its weight finally caught up with it, lowered its two massive bulging arms down to the ground like a gorilla to stabilize itself.
With effort, it started its own advance, uncaring for those that were crushed under its incredible stone mass.
Monsters must be used to fight monsters I guess.
Time for me to show mine.

COME FORTH! KANSER VORAGINIS!

A massive magenta blade pierced the fabric of reality with a resounding blast of energy.
The blade slowly sloughed off its ichor of energy, revealing a monstrous claw of barbed chitin.
The blade-claw dragged its way down through reality’s fabric, leaving a gaping maw of chaos in its wake.
More ichor spilled forth from the wound, in turn sloughing off to reveal an immense and alien crustacean.
A Void crab.
Clicking its mandibles, it watched and measured up its opponent with three slanted compound eyes. Knowing the high possibility of taking down the Titan, it snapped its chitin claws and began its assault on the monstrous being.


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Ethereal311

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12-23-2013

This fanfiction isn't dead yet!
Hopefully most of this stuff is in compliance with the Summoner's Code and such. I am willing to re-write this and remove the graphic content if people wish it.
I wanted to look into more about the Void as being this weird dimension full of nightmares that will cause havoc if allowed into reality so that is why I wanted to put in all of this graphic stuff like the red mist.
I should be able to put out chapter 17 out later today so there is that as well. Personally want to finish off this arc to finally get down to Xerath's interactions with other champions instead of just talking about Shurima as a whole because I have finished on the major points on events such as Himos and the differences of Murakishur and Belhorashur.
As always, hope you guys enjoy this chapter and all comments are welcome.