Arcane Anew

So it's Saturday, which means no chapter release today. Working on stockpiling my original. Tomorrow, I'll flush out yesterday's chapter with details. I didn't want to write too much while drunk.

In general, how are people feeling now that Arc 2 has started after 12 chapters?

Romance is leaning toward Powder based on the flow.

Orion is at the official crossroad for his good/evil alignment. For those who didn't know the references last chapter: one will progress his corruption / evil, and the other will save him and perhaps help him with the Arcane.

One leads him down the path of evil, Piltover destroyed, ect...

Other renews his Arcane magic studies and path.

And yes, I do plan to do a heist or something with Silco most likely. I saw someone suggest Stillwater breakout ;)

Ofc still dependent on how the story ends up flowing.

Oh, yh, as an off-brand treat or tease, i had these written down awhile ago but never acted on them for other dives into Runeterra. No edits or anything, or even 2nd glances at grammar, just first drafts that were never acted upon

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Panting heavily, [Blank] angrily shouts as he drives his forehead into a man's nose. The cartilage lets out a sickening crackle as the man stumbles backward, swinging his blade wildly.

He ducks under with wide steps, driving his fist up and snapping his arm. The blade falls from the man's grasp and [blank] grabs it, twisting it and cleanly lopping off the man's head.

The crowd's cheers roar out in eager bloodlust. His gaze rises, heart beating with adrenaline. Just a few months ago he had finished his martial arts training and went home to rest. When he woke up, he thought it was all a dream, and began living it as such.

But when he didn't wake up, the unsettling realization of all the people he mutilated and butched settled in.

Yet he didn't feel terrible. In fact, he relished in this feeling. This applause, the roar of the crowd, the adrenaline from the fight!

And he knew this world to some degree. His eyes shifted to a figure resting comfortably, yet bored in the shadows of the stands.

Draven, intrigued, yet bored.

The dance resumes.

A blade skids across the back of his blade as he sidesteps. He grabs his opponent's hand that firmly grips the blade, and the opponent tries to break free with vicious jerks, but is met with the pummel to his chin as [blank] drives it up and in.

"Geh- AGH!" Blood sprays as he twists the blade and rips open the gladiator's body in a diagonal cut before spartan kicking him back to the floor.

Wzzt

Instinctively he turns and wildly swings his blade, catching a flying spear just in time as his body twists. The spear embeds itself in the ground as a man with iron gauntlets charges forward with a frenzied war cry.

Draven, from his seat with ladies surrounding him, looks down with intrigue growing. A blade twirls on his finger before slamming into the wood, a sinister smile forming on his face.

"This looks like it could be fun!"

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A might roar shakes the snowy mountain peaks as lightning shatters stone. Snow falls, and a deadly avalanche descends upon a pass in the Freljord.

When it all settles, and the world falls silence, Volibear's mighty figure looms on the horizon with lightning sparkling and thunder roaring.

Below him is a [man/child] unconscious. A foreign being that fell from the skies and triggered his instinctive battle reflex.

And in the far distance, with the help of his god-eyes, a tribe frantically moving in the distance.

Intrigued, Volibear knows this creature is not of this land. His scent is that of a weakling, the heart of a coward, but a familiar power resides in the [child/man] too.

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In the farthest reaches of the north, a creature towering taller than skyscrapers roams. Its figure is a twisted monolith of corpses. Hands jut out, faces with screams etched into them, disfigured limbs.

It resembles that between a giraph and an abomination. The head, which highlights its foreign nature in the freljord, glows with an eerie violet energy.

Suddenly, a bright flash of light violet rays.

"AAAAA!"

A man falls from the eye of the creature, landing in the snow with a heavy thump. Somehow he lives, shaking his head in a confused state of mind.

This state of mind is only brief. The sudden impact, and the shock of the cold, bring him immediately to his senses.

"What the fu- WHAT THE FUCK?!" he starts then screams as his gaze rises, met with a horrified pain filled face in the side of a creature. Distorted hands reach out from the creature's leg, and he stumbles back in a panic.

Every breath is frosty, and his exposed skin is already starting to ache.

"SHIT!" Adrenaline sets in however as his gaze continues to rise and meets with this abomination's flashing violet eye. An eye that screams that it lost something important, and wants to reclaim it.

It's foot reaches out, hands from the bottom reaching out with low screams, and the petrified man starts to run.

He runs, and runs desperately. But his feet sink into the deep snow, and every step of this creature caught up with dozens of his.

In the far distance, as the blizzard around him starts to clear in a strange manner, a boat with an old man come into view.

"Holy shit, yeh crazy bastard!" He shouts. "Who- get the fuck away!"

The old sailor's eyes fearfully rise to the abomination slowly approaching, its head looming above the unnatural blizzard at its feet, but also on this strange man approaching in jeans, a shirt, and shoes.