A portal, leaking out Void energies, appeared. Ionians and visitors alike were appalled, then readied themselves for battle. But before at conflict arose, a sweet, condescending voice projected from within the portal.
"Now, now, festive ones, don't let me get in the way of a good celebration."
Masqure stepped out, the portal sealing behind him, leaving wild energy burning through the ground where it stood until they died out, like little ants scurrying around in fear. The people were not very appeased by his words, and one warrior, of Ionian garb, challenged him.
"Visitor, you are not welcome to bring conflict into this ceremony. A new champion fights for this land, fights for our hopes and the balance of all things. Leave, or stand down."
Masqure looked to this man, then around at those who watched him intently. They all waited for an opening, ready to remove this enemy from their peaceful gathering.
"Very well, Ionian. Here, take my weapon, as a sign of peace."
Masqure held out his hand as a staff appeared. It was as if it was conjured as he put forth his hand. The Ionian warrior moved towards him slowly. The intruder made no signs of movement, casually waiting. Finally, the Ionian reached for the weapon. As his hands touched the wooden staff, the warrior leaped onto his back, rolling on the grass madly.
"Oh. Right. Sorry, I forgot to leave my cursed staff at home. Well then, I suppose you can take it. As a gift from Noxus and the True Noxians, not these who have come to celebrate. I am not the subtle-"
While the warrior tossed around on the grass before Masqure, howling in pain, two guards charged Masqure with spears in hand. One made the first move, stabbing directly at his torso. Masqure moved his staff to parry, but the staff dropped. The other warrior stopped cold, confused. Masqure was gone.
But the warrior who rolled around on the ground was not. He began to stand, his eyes now crackling with a light blue energy. He took up his sword, then made a mad dash to the confused warrior....
Finally, the second warrior fell dead, with little energy left to parry the final blow. The maddened, possessed warrior stood in between the fallen Ionians. The crowd was surging torward and away from the scene at the same time. More guards had come, while some citizens began to flee. Champions were surely on their way.
The warrior held his sword outward.
"I am not the subtle one. The traitors here are. This is a warning. This is not a time for celebration. Ionia will perish in the coming days, along with your reputation, your peace. There is no balance. Noxus is the true power."
The crazed warrior held his sword up, taking the classic pose of one about to end his life...
(This all occurred in about 2 minutes. In case it wasn't clear, Masqure can posses people. Just common people and warriors though, no Champions or summoners or other peoples characters. I left some parts in there to be vague on purpose, because it makes it easier to have different views on what happened for other people.)