((Please.))

After having made his way down to the fields and into the fields of blood, Dragon spies the commanding officer with the spear; just another bounty for him to collect as he passes unseen between Noxian and Demacian alike. Slowly drawing his sword, he strikes it against the ground, causing a spark and igniting the fat that soaked the blade. Testing his blade on a few soldiers (not caring what side they were on) and watching them burn sufficantly, Dragon made his way toward the officer, aiming to decapitate the man and take something of his as a prize and proof of demise. With a swift leap over a small group of soldiers fighting around the two soldiers, Dragon lets loose a mighty warcry and strikes at his foe.

If you want a srs RP, i'd definately suggest a new thread
i was just torlling this cause it seemed appropriate, considering your first post

((Agreed. I'll get in on this now that I know it's actually legit, but we should do a new thread.))

((http://na.leagueoflegends.com/board/...0#post11852170 - new thread for serious RPers. If you want to continue RPing this scenario, go here.))

All around me there was chaos, something that was unbearable and painfull to watch. As scared as i was i ran for a group of our enemys. "Faster.. Faster" i shouted loudly as i smashed through their defenses with sheer force. Before i made it to the centre of the fight were i planned to aid the few allys i had left, a wall of darkness apeared that stopped me in my tracks. After a moment of quick thinking i reached for my sword and unsheathed it. As the tip met the sky a large light spread through the field, the discusting monsters surrounding me ran in fear as I sliced and diced a path through my obstacles. As i closed in on the group of friends and foes a large exsplosion rocked the battlefield and knocked me off my feet.. A wall of fire cut through the crowds and was heading strait for me, with a great effort i plunged the sword into the ground causing the earth around me to launch into the air and act as a barrier. However, it didnt last... The rocks flew over the top of my head as a surge of blue flames destroyed everything around it. In a final attempt to survive, using the last of my strength, i pulled hard on the hilt of the blade and swung it upwords slicing through the fire and narrowly avoiding death. Out of energy and low on morale i collapsed. "i failed you all" i whispered quietly to myself as the monsters closed in on me.

I closed my eyes as i lost conciousness hoping this would all just go away, but before anything happened a large ray of light cut through the clouds and shined on me. A larger, brighter ball of light apeared next to me, and from this light a woman appeared, like an angel had dropped from the heavens to save me and everyone around me. She grapped my hand, it was warm. Next to her another ball of light appeared wich then turned into a long staff that glowed like the sun. She twirled it in her hand and with a loud bang, all of the creatures that were surrounding me were blasted backwords with a shockwave. "My names Luxema, but you can call me Lux" she said in a cheerful tone.

Lux was the most beautiful woman i had ever seen, she really must have been an angel. She patted me on the head and then floated upwords into the sky. Her wand started to spin around her as she began to glow a rainbow colour. She curled her arms and legs into the shape of a ball, after a few seconds the light got brighter and she started to shout. Then out of nowhere she spread her arms and legs to theyre full extent and lights shot through the battlefield. These lights were so bright i had to cover my eyes.

As soon as the screems of our enemys had stopped i opened my eyes only to find everyone but my squad and Lux, had gone. "We did it!" shouted Lux, She then smiled and asked "so... whats your name?" "Dalton" I replyed, with a smile on my face.

"Well... Welcome to the League." ~ Lux

A few of my allies drag my paralyzed self to the medicinal tent where the many clerics and priests stay busy all day. I am thrown up on a table and one of the more well-known Clerics walks over to me and begins muttering the complicated words of the spell he is casting on my useless legs. Suddenly, there is a blinding pain in my legs as they spring back to life. Seeing that I am mobile again, I am sent back out to the battlefield. I start to make my way over to the commander to whom I owe my life to properly thank him before something else happens. Rushing through the hundreds of soldiers, both living and dead, I notice a man, not wearing the colors of Demacia, yet not wearing those of a Noxian soldier either. The man is wielding a flaming sword, and is silently moving through the fray, killing all that stand before him, regardless of origin. It is then that I notice his gaze locked on the back of my commander's head. I attempt to run up and stop him, but I know that it is too late. The man lets out a vicious cry and leaps at the commander, sinking the burning steel into his back. I gaze in horror as he collapses to the ground, eyes glazed over. In a blind fury, I unsheathe my blade and charge at the killer; I had seen too much death that day. Whether I live or die was no longer up to me. It was in the Gods' hands now.

This is such a horrid post. Let's just godmode the first thing that comes into my mind. No wonder the RP thing never went anywhere.

The newly risen corpse of Turin, old bodygaurd of the now deceased Prince Isildur, awoke in a forest outside of the battle. His thoughts at first came by as slow as the process to make amber. The first thought to finally reach him was "Gore" the next one "Where is my liege?".

Turin looked around him and found his sword. "Blood" the word whispered through his mind. Picking up his sword he started to shamble his way to the battle. As he got closer and closer he was able to compose himself. He sniffed the air, it smelled of salvation.