***NEW!!! Chapter: 12 - Aftermath***
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An expected comment by Ironstylus?
Pretty much this! I'd love to take a while to read it, thing is, I've been really, really busy. So, when I do get around to it, I'll gladly give you some input, till then, I have to put it on the back-burner I'm afraid.. for now!
This story stars Leona as the primary protagonist, but features one of my Champion Concept designs as the main antagonist. There's a few things I'll need to point out; I'll answer other questions as time goes on, though.
1. Plagueis (my OC) is MEANT to be hugely overpowered in the story. Basically no Champion, even with their usual limiters removed (i.e. Jax with a real weapon, Xerath at full power, etc.), would be able to take him in a one-on-one fight, and he can easily go toe-to-toe with an enemy team in a 5-on-1 fight and WIN! He's almost a literal god in battle.
2. Items found in the game don't make an appearance in the story. Champions gain power as they fight in the Fields of Justice, which equivocates to them getting levels and items. Otherwise, however, they only have what they bring with them. Summoner Spells still exist.
3. Injuries are to be more realistic in this story compared to gameplay; certain hits can be instantly fatal (I try to keep this to a minimum). Additionally, some Champions are strong against others, especially in the case of elemental advantages (i.e. Brand is strong vs. Ashe, but weak vs. Malphite).
4. Champions may have special techniques they can use that are not seen in gameplay. This can compensate for the aforementioned lack of items.
5. No, this is not a Shyvana fic; she gets one appearance, but that's it.
6. Expect plenty of Skyrim references; in particular, Plagueis will make use of Draconic (i.e. Words of Power) as both a plot device and as a way of showing character.
Last thing before I start is a small bio on Plagueis, my OC.
Plagueis is a Dracolich (an undead dragon) with a significant god-complex, and that's putting it lightly. He's a tyrannical megalomaniac with thoughts of world conquest, maintaining his status as THE most powerful being in Runeterra, and on making those who cross him suffer fates worse than death. He also has a particular hatred of Leona, since she's the successor to the hero who originally slew Plagueis.
Plagueis' Draconic name is Vulfeynnax, which means "Dark Bane Cruelty".
Ideal Voice Actor: David Kaye (Megatron from Beast Wars) (click below to get a feel for the voice)
If you're interested, Plagueis' Champion Concept is through here:
Prologue - The Tale of the Destroyer
It was the second age, and Valoran lay under the shadow of a great evil. A shadow cast by a great beast of power. A beast of merciless predations. A beast of unimaginable tyranny.
This is the Tale of Plagueis the Vile, the Dragon of Desolation, as told from legend.
It was over a thousand years ago. The second Rune War was at its zenith, threatening the stability of Runeterra. Yet at its end, all the terrors of the war could not compare to the looming darkness that ebbed from the Ironspike Mountains.
A single peak stood high above all others in the Ironspikes, a peak surrounded eternally by pitch black clouds of ash and smog. It still stands to this day: Death’s Spire. And it was here that Plagueis, known by dragon-kind as Vulfeynnax, made his lair.
An ancient and powerful Blood Dragon, Plagueis’ thirst for power led him to delve into the darkest recesses of magic, its power flowing through his body unlike any other. His scales were black as night; his breath would burn like acid; his might could topple mountains. Yet such aspects could not compare to his cruelty, his malice, nor his will to dominate all life…
Five long centuries passed as Plagueis made Valoran his domain. One by one, the free peoples of the old world bowed to the dragon, fearing annihilation were they to spur his wrath. Any who resisted, or dared to challenge the dragon, met a fate worse than death at his hands.
Until one day, on a summer solstice, a warrior bearing a sacred sword and shield approached the dragon’s lair, arriving with the rising sun. Even within the darkness of Death’s Spire, the light of the sun seemed to follow the warrior, who shouted of the dragon’s end in challenge.
The Dragon of Desolation rose from his lair, prepared to slay his foe like so many before him. Yet the hero’s shield protected him from the dragon’s dark flames, and his sword scarred the dragon’s scales more harshly than any other weapon could have. But it was light that surrounded the hero that gave the dragon pause.
The advantage shifted back and forth between the hero and the dragon continuously as they battled for what seemed an age. But at the climax of their conflict, the sun shined its brightest, parting the black clouds. In this moment, the hero called upon the very power of the sun. The sun’s rays came down upon the dragon, searing his flesh and bone from the intensity of the light.
A final echoing roar marked the dragon’s end as his body burned to ashes, leaving only bone and decay. Plagueis the Vile was slain.
The hero departed, claiming Mount Targon’s summit as his own. The legend of the hero and his triumph would be passed down from generation to generation.
Yet none returned to Death’s Spire, fearing the evil that continued to permeate the very air surrounding the dragon’s remains…
None… until now…
Chapter 1 - League Judgment
Death’s Spire still stood as the Black Mountain of the Ironspikes, a black mark amongst the otherwise gray peaks. Thunder and power, however, crashed above the mountain, a phenomenon that had not occurred for over a thousand years.
Summoners and Adjudicators were gathered at the top of the mountain, busily moving and testing various magical apparatuses. Their pace was frantic, for their need was dire. A terrible evil had returned…
A loud bang resounded as a blue portal burst open in the middle of the site. A few of the Summoners and Adjudicators turned to see a violet-haired woman in a similar violet robe step out from the portal, flanked by two bodyguards in shining silver armor. Those who looked closely, however, noticed the look of tension on High Councilor Vessaria Kolminye’s face.
The High Councilor rarely got nervous. Fear was something that impaired one's judgment, slowed one's reflexes, and led many to make poor choices that led to worse consequences. And yet, still, Vessaria couldn't help but be concerned. And afraid…
But how could she not be? It was taking a vast amount of the League's resources simply to keep the dragon barely contained. Blast that s'wit Karthus, she thought. The lich should have known controlling the beast would be impossible! He was now back in the Institute of War to be punished, as much as that would accomplish, while she and at least forty other summoners were now here, in the darkest peak of the Ironspike Mountains, cleaning up his mess! If it hadn't been for Leona…
Vessaria shook her head, her long violet hair now tangling before her eyes. She dared not to think of what might have happened if the Radiant Dawn had not aided them. The worst of this crisis was hopefully past, but a new problem had been made, and it was one she would have to resolve quickly.
Quickly and carefully… very carefully…
She brushed her hair aside, taking on the image of composure and prestige. The High Councilor stepped toward the quarantine zone, her bodyguards at her side. Reaching the entrance, she was approached by Summoner Klavis.
In a concerned tone, Klavis said, "High Councilor, I ask that you not attempt this until we have-"
"We may not have that much time, Summoner Klavis," Vessaria interrupted. "If the dragon breaks free, the destruction he brings may be unimaginable. We must play for time, at least, and this may be the only way."
"Very well, High Councilor. It is in your hands now."
Klavis stepped aside. Vessaria gestured for her bodyguards to remain at the entrance. For this to work, she had to face the dragon alone.
With a deep breath, Vessaria Kolminye entered Death's Spire.
The stench of decay was overwhelming. Vessaria was no stranger to death, but the very air itself within Death's Spire seemed as dead as its current occupant. Nearly choking on the air, Vessaria stepped forward through the darkness, her way illuminated by several torches and glowing crystals.
She emerged in the heart of the lair. A powerful magical barrier had been projected as a dome around a large stone crag. Just outside the barrier, a matrix of inhibitor crystals had been arranged in a hexagram pattern around the lair. From each crystal, a chain of magic extended, with the array converging on a being at the center of the cavern.
Plagueis the Vile lay chained by the matrix of magic. The dragon towered over the High Councilor in size despite his prone position – he was far larger than the dragons that were replicated at Summoner’s Rift. His glowing yellow eyes slowly scanned about his lair, peering at the instruments that kept him contained. His body was in a continual state of decay, for his resurrection by Karthus had brought him into the ranks of the undead, yet not as a servant of the lich’s thrall. Clouds of black smoke ebbed from his maw and from the many holes in his flesh, choking the very air. His black scales, however, still remained upon his body, gleaming like obsidian and harder than diamonds.
This, however, was a welcome surprise to Vessaria. The dragon had finally stopped struggling, it seemed. Perhaps he was tired… No, the undead rarely lost strength, and one as mighty as him would not exhaust his power so quickly, she thought. Yet his gaze... it was one of contemplation. It took only a moment for Vessaria to realize the dragon was scanning for weaknesses in the array. If he found one...
"Petulant sorceress..." came a growling voice, one of hate, malice, and pride. "Your magic will not hold me forever. No..."
It seemed he knew she was watching him. With masterful composure, Vessaria replied loudly, "It seems you've finally decided to settle down, dragon."
The undead dragon raised its head and snarled, "You will address me by my title, mortal! And you will show me respect when I permit you to speak! Yes...!"
"I did not ask your permission before, dragon, and do not ask it now. Need I remind you of your place in all this?"
Incensed by her arrogance, Plagueis roared furiously, "PAHLOK JOORE!!!"
With a massive gust of blackened smoke, Plagueis shot into the air, the necromantic energies imbued within him powering the flight his tattered and decayed wings no longer could alone. He soared at the unflinching summoner, roaring his prey’s imminent death. He drew closer, and his mouth surged with dark fire as he prepared to incinerate the sorceress.
The matrix intensified, and suddenly Plagueis was wrenched back harshly, the magical chains that bound him holding fast. The dragon struggled and thrashed against the chains that bound him, yet they only served to bring him back to the ground more quickly. Dark neon flames surged from his maw, striking the barrier, which flickered as the magic flowing through it was increased, compensating for the damage.
After a minute, the dragon's struggles stopped, much to Vessaria's unseen relief. The defenses were holding. Her confidence strengthened. It had taken all of her willpower not to even flinch when he flew at her.
"My my, how the mighty have fallen," Vessaria went on, amusement in her tone.
The dragon snarled furiously, unable to fathom the idea that he, the Dragon of Desolation, was being kept as the pet of a human woman! He was greater than the humans of this time, and of any time! He knew it. It was impossible for it to be otherwise. He would not, could not, accept any other possibility, for such did not exist! No!
He was Plagueis the Vile! Terror of the Ironspikes! Rightful ruler of all that lay before him! He had struck fear into the minds and hearts of people across Valoran for centuries! And none could ever challenge his might! Even on that day that upstart Solari hero had sent him to his grave, he had required the intercession of the gods to do so!
Yet he would be free again. Yesss... It was inevitable. And once he was free, nothing would stop him from burning all the land to ashes! Valoran would pay ten-thousand-fold for his thousand years of suffering!
And this sorceress, and the other who bore the Solari's shield and blade... she who had called down the very same power as the one who had slain him... they would know endless torment for all of eternity. Yesss...
"Despite what you may think, Plagueis," Vessaria continued, "I had no intention of tormenting you in coming here. In fact, I have a proposition for you. One that, if you accepted, could let you journey from the confines we have placed upon you."
Lying upon the ground, now in a position of comfort, Plagueis said, "Is that so? Hmm... you intrigue me. Those who enter my lair with words have also foolishly brought their weapons in their hopeless attempts at my destruction. Yet instead, you come to me with… a proposition? Well then... speak, sorceress. My efforts to rid myself of your 'confinement' have become... tedious, in any event."
Vessaria smiled. This was going better than she had hoped. She then said, "There is a place where we can make use of your unique... talents, mighty one. Times have changed greatly since you last walked this world. Our kind has worked to eschew destructive warfare to settle our differences."
"And this is of interest to me for... what possible reason?"
"Our conflicts are now settled by Champions in places we call the Fields of Justice. Our Champions are selected from the greatest and most powerful warriors of Runeterra, and I know that you, the great Plagueis the Vile, would be more than qualified to compete in the League."
A moment passed. Then Vessaria heard the dragon's bellowing laughter. It was of great disdain, as though he thought she was joking.
"Why would I, the great and powerful Dragon of Desolation, deign to serve such pitiful cretins as your kind?"
"Because in doing so, Plagueis, you would be able to kill and destroy as much as you please. You would be free to wreak havoc across the Fields, and inspire terror in Valoran's people and the world over. The League contains the mightiest warriors from across Runeterra, and even from beyond our world. Surely defeating them, again and again, you would prove to all that none can match your might."
Vessaria watched as the dragon seemed to contemplate her words. Yet she hid her worry; he wasn't convinced. She'd have to do something drastic.
"This, of course, includes the Solari responsible for aiding your imprisonment. She is Leona, the Radiant Dawn, and she happens to be the successor of the man who slew you a thousand years ago. Surely defeating her in battle would be of satisfaction to you."
This piqued the dragon's interest. A chance to tear that woman, who bore the relics of his hated slayer, asunder time and again? A chance to punish that Solari whelp, to make her cry out in agony, and make her beg for death before him? Yeessss... yesss... It would be euphoria to him.
But something was amiss. This sorceress offered this chance so readily. Plagueis knew these Summoners and their ways; she surely had some hidden agenda. She would not otherwise offer this to him. No...
"I admit, sorceress, your offer intrigues me. Yesss... But what if I should refuse?"
Vessaria smiled. She had him now.
"Then I shall leave, and never return. And you will be trapped here by my associates for all eternity. Slowly you will rot away as the energy that sustains you slowly fades, until you cannot so much as move, or even die. Your name will pass into history, then into legend, myth, and finally, all memory of you will be lost. You will stay here forever, watching the world go on without you. In time, it will be as if you never existed."
The dragon's eyes widened, if only slightly. Even for one as mighty as him, there had never been anything more unspeakable, more unthinkable than what this human wretch had just outlined. A world where no one feared him? Unacceptable!
"Very well, sorceress," said Plagueis. "You humans indeed, as I believe you say, drive a hard bargain. Yesss..." Spreading his massive wings, the dragon bellowed, "I will grace your 'Fields of Justice' with my presence, and all of Valoran will quake in fear at the very mention of my name!"
"I'm glad we could see eye to eye on this," Vessaria smirked. "I will go now to inform the Institute of your acceptance. I expect you will be called for your first match shortly." As she turned to leave, she added, "Try not to injure yourself too much trying to break free now. It would be a shame if your first performance was... sub-par from overexerting yourself."
The dragon watched as Vessaria left his lair. She was unlike other humans he had ever known. Yesss... Yet even she could not hide it, the fear in her soul. It was, he admitted, admirable that she had kept such a composed facade in his presence, yet he could still taste it, the sheer terror that had stricken her heart.
Yet she knew nothing of terror. No... In time, he would educate her, and she would learn what it meant to trifle with him...