From the Journal of Kassadin:
"The Void is a home, if one could ever call it that, to beings so dark and twisted, the mortal mind couldn't even begin to comprehend it without falling to its whispers, as was the case of Malzahar, or making a sacrifice so grievous it was unforgivable as in the case of myself. It creates its own, as well as steals victims from other dimensions, amassing an army, that none could hope to stop, especially if the signs are ignored and marked off as "opportunities to research". Of the many things it takes in, many are animals who happen to step into the wrong clearing one day where a rift has opened. These creatures have began to become known as the Swarm of the Void. At their figure head stood three creatures who came from Valoran, they are the most vicious, cunning, and powerful of all of the beings, and have been given the most from the will of the void.
Omen, Qualm, and Gevaar were once regular dogs, they were known as Ooni, Quarky, and Flopsy to a hunter named Hubert Holmen who left to hunt on day with his dogs to bring dinner home to his two children and his wife. Misfortune befell their family that day, as their dogs had been consumed by the void, and as speculation would have it, when they returned to Valoran on a mission from the Will of the Void, destroyed their family, and the village they lived in. They still chatter in laughter after every session of study the League puts them through as though they are planning something. Even the behavior of Cho'gath and Kog'maw, who were also captured by the League have changed to a more sinister mood. Dark times lie ahead of us, especially with the advent of the malicious figurehead of the Swarm of the Void."
Subject: “The Swarm of the Void”
A trail of bloodied bodies lies soaking the ground below them, some are partially eaten, most killed for the sport. At the end of the trail, screaming is heard, a village is under attack. A dark shadow darts and chases after a small child. The child runs down an alley to try and hide but sees yet another shadow and reverts the other way, only to be cut off by another. The creature raises its head, blood is leaking out of its ugly maw, human blood. "No Ooni......" cries the child. The maw curves slightly, into a twisted smile. Kassadin hears the scream over the hills. He directs the capture party to the direction he heard it. “Be careful, we cannot let them escape.”
The creature lifts his head from his feast. It has a blood crazed look to his face, its many eyes drunk with the taste of blood. “We are not alone…I smell more.” Two other dark creatures emerge from the shadows. The cobalt colored beast sniffs the air. “It smells…..like air….” The other snaps at him, a deep purple colored creature. “Moron, look over the hill.” They looked up and saw four figures approaching them. The reddish one narrows its eyes and licks its maw. “The feast continues…”
“There!” Kassadin yells. The three beasts emerge from the shadows and approaches slowly. “Foolisssh fleshlingssss….” hisses the void beasts in unison. The deep purple one stops. “Impossible….” Kassadin stared deeply at it “Qualm….Omen….Gevaar…how dare you show your faces upon my world.” The cobalt one, Gevaar, perks his head. “MALZAHAR?!” he calls. Omen, the reddish voidbeast, snaps, “You fool its Kassadin, the traitor of the void. Kill him.” The void beasts rush at him. Kassadin yells, “NOW!” A flash erupts at the site. When Kassadin's vision recovered, he notices the void beasts suspended in the air by arcane magics. Omen grinned, “clever girl.”
A large container is being wheeled in to transport its contents to an arcane prison. A hiss and a chilling laugh emits from the container. One of the guards falls over and breaks out in a cold sweat, he begins to mumble in an incomprehensible tone. His eyes roll back and thick blood begins to leak from his eyelids. The void beasts inside laugh. The remaining guard’s mental steel dwindled quickly, and panic begins to grow over them. Yet the creatures do no more, it was but a game to them.
The void beasts scramble in perpetual darkness, it was not foreign to them however, as the void is a dark cold place. A crack of light blinds them, their vision regains quickly and they see a cloaked figure standing before them. Qualm smiles “Have you come to kill us, summoner?” The summoner laughs back “I’m not that foolish, killing you would accomplish nothing, and instead we shall utilize this gift of the void and learn how to stop it.” Omen cracks into maniacal laughter, “You cannot stop the void your fate is inevitable, you will all be consumed by the voi—“ The summoner interrupts the void beast “Your testing begins now.” She raises her hand and the Swarm's vision wavers and goes dark.
Qualm lifts his head; he shook his head he realizes he was blind in all but his two main eyes. He looks down and sees short brown hair covering his paws. His claws were not grievously long and his bloodthirsty thoughts had been lifted. He looks to his side and sees his companions, they look nothing like what they had before; a memory hit him almost to the heart. He realizes this was part of a memory he had suppressed for years. They were dogs again, as they were, before, before the dark hole. He went to speak to wake up the other two, but instead only a bark came out. The other two woke and look over at him, both with what he imagined his face looked like when he realized what he and they looked like. The door next to them opens and a man in hunter’s clothes and a large beard emerge.
Qualm felt a deep pitted sorrow when he saw his face, he realized it was his old master, in addition, he felt a strange want to make him happy. He realized that was his old goals when he was a simple dog. “Ready, lads?” The hunter said. The three barked, as if by instinct. The hunter grabbed an old rusty gun and a few bullets and placed them into his coat pocket.
The scene shifts and they are now out in a wooded area. Their master keeps still like a statue, his eyes scanning the landscape for any hint of movement. “These woods haven’t been the same in a long while, there ain’ nothing out here anymore…Well…let’s head home then, we’ll have to find somethin’ else for dinner.” Just as they begin to leave, Qualm’s head snaps to the side, his attention diverted to a movement in a nearby bush. “What is it Quarky?” Qualm growled. The hunter looks through the scope of his gun. “Look at that, good job boy, you done found us our dinner.” As the hunter prepares to take a shot the creature darts from the bush. “Get em, lads!” The three dogs run off after it. Qualm went to stop, he remembered the following events. He tries to bark to stop the other two, but has no control of even himself, his body continues to run after it. He sees a dark hole, the creature ran into it, and the dogs follow.
Darkness envelopes Qualm. He hears whispers in his head, tempting him with bloodthirsty thoughts. It teaches him forbidden knowledge. It makes him almost human in mind, yet with a twisted goal. He's being designed by these whispers into a predator of the most supreme nature. One of no morals, no compassion, only a thirst for blood, with the added dagger of intelligence and tactical thinking. Qualm screams out, he realizes he has become a monster, he begins to grow a desire to destroy the void. But the whispers keep coming, his control begins to die. Until the creature he was before, Quarky, no longer lived, and Qualm was born.
Qualm remembers the summoner’s presence. “Clever magic, summoner. You almost had me.” His eyes jolt open. The summoner looks surprised. “You have a lot of strength in you Qualm, your story is tragic, but I know what was is dead, what is left is but the demented husk of your former self and the void. How does it feel to expose your mi--” The summoner stops, her eyes become shallow. Qualm smiles. “You think you magics are stronger than mine, summoner? You think you can just hold dominion over me with a flick of your fingers? The magic that courses through my veins is ancient, known only to the voidborn, and that is why I am here. I come to hold the door for the countless creatures trapped inside the void to pour out and overtake your world and claim it as our own in the name of the will of the void. Icathia shall be reborn, and the gods of the ancient cyclopean civilization shall be reborn and rewarded your realm, as well the pitiful souls of those who my kin spare as slaves.” Qualm’s eyes flared and the summoner’s eyes turn backwards. She saw a dark place, and countless creatures littered the broken landscape. They gathered around a small tear in the realm. She looked into the seam and saw what she recognized as Runeterra. A tall and demented creature stood, it had fury in its eyes. It spoke, “My children, the time we have waited long for comes, we shall feast until our stomachs are full—“ The vision was cut off.
The summoner fell to her knees. Kassadin lifts his hand from her eyes and wipes the sweat from her brow. Qualm grins “I wasn’t done traitor of the void…..how dare you interrupt my discussions. She asked to know of the void, so I told her.” Kassadin rises and looks at Qualm. “If it were up to me, I would cut your throat open and let free the vile essence that runs through your veins and watch you suffer until you've bled so much you can't even struggle in pain anymore and then give you the slow painful death like the countless victims before you, whose lives you stole. Unfortunately, the League wishes to study you more. And therefore you are required to fight as a champion of the League of Legends. Thus, all I am allocated to say is ‘Welcome to the League of Legends.’ As a champion, however, I free myself the right to say ‘Watch your back, because I’m going to savor this opportunity to show you the pain your kind has wrought upon me and this world til you craw back into the hole you came from.” Qualm smiles again. “I have two who watch my back, traitor of the void, and countless more beyond the gate, who shall watch yours?”
Journals of The Heart of Darkness: Qualm from the Swarm of the Void
Void Invasion Day 1:
I shall make these mental notes of the events that have occurred since our release and Achion fell helplessly into our trap. They were not entirely expected, I will be honest, however they turned out to be in our favor. The power he built up to escape Kil'gore was far greater than I had anticipated, and while that energy would concern me, it was expended and thus no longer an issue to us, what the fool did not realize, and was much to my delight, the energy he expended ripped the void rift much larger than what I had expected in my plans. We were able to mobilize much quicker, and thus had no need to defend ourselves until enough of a force was through to begin planning for invasions. We had the force nearly instantly, however a slight drawback took from my original plan to invade the city to the south and secure a footing for the void. Achion in his rage clashed with our magics, antimatter had hit matter, and with the unstable magics both parties were using, it was no surprise that the result was teleportation and a rather large crater. I found myself and my brethren upon the foothills overlooking the Institute of War, the place I had been imprisoned, Achion appeared too, but he was weakened by the expenditure of his magics, and we quickly capitalized on this. I shall have him see the entire institute and the hope of this pitiful world collapse before him, fragment by fragment, soul by soul. The void has come to reclaim! I shall not fail.
Their resistance is futile, but none the less in the way of our goals, their outpost is proving quite difficult as there are some rather skilled snipers taking out our siege. I have spoken with Smoke himself and while Prometheus could in fact destroy the outpost, however may seal off our path to the institute in doing so. He promises me that he has something better for me though, he only asks that I hold out for as long as possible, the fool, hold out? I could sit here all year and not give a sweat! We shall be patient, we shall wait. I must go, I need to stop Gevaar from chasing a squirrel.
Evening of Day 7
As I had anticipated, the energy spans of these creatures are short, I have commanded my forces to create whooping and howling sounds to disrupt their sleep patterns and thus far it is working perfectly. The snipers are beginning to look like Gevaar they are so tired, haha! Ah I need to stop with this humor thing. One might begin to think me soft. I have observed the most talented of the snipers leave. Recalling I believe they called it during my time as a champion of the league. However this leaves time for us to press our attack. However as I made the command to begin the surge Gevaar froze and his eyes emitted an energy I've never seen before. When he came to he said the most intellegent thing that's ever come out of that maw. He claims to have picked up on a major source of energy. He saw visions of a book and two figures. I must think on this. What could that book be and why does it contain such energy?