"What doesn't kill you just isn't finished yet."~ Twitch, The Plague Rat
Yeah so daily chapters begin for you lot.
Also is the MENA server filled with, for lack of a better term, terrorists? Not a single human plays in that server. I can guarantee you a paraplegic dog can play better. High gold players seem surprised that you can use Oracles lens to clear Teemo shrooms. They seem surprised that Cho 'Gath can eat Yorick's wife. Also what's with the absolute refusal to ward?
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"The snow is letting up, we can almost see the foot of the mountain." A heavily cloaked man called from the front.
The leader called out to him, "How much longer to reach the foot of the mountain?"
"By nightfall, Scarmother." The man at the front called back.
"We set up camp at the foot of the mountains then." She said.
"No. We cannot do that." another cloaked woman on a Druvask boar interrupted.
The Scarmother turned to the woman, "Thorva you dare interrupt?!"
Sitting atop her boar, Thorva, the youngest Sister of Frost, shook her head, "We will be in danger if we go there." She stated. "There are wild flying creatures the size of Ice-Tooth. I've seen them in my visions."
"Is she saying the truth?" The Scarmother, Vrynna, asked the other Sisters of Frost near her. "The creatures do exist Scarmother But we do not know exactly where they live." An older one answered.
"Silverwing Raptors." A gruff voice interrupted.
Eyes turned to him, Sylas. Cloaked in fur and dragging him chains behind him. His neck still proudly displaying the restraints. The Sisters maintained distance from him, so did most mages. The shackles and restraints he proudly displayed weakened them with even the slightest contact.
He looked on unflinching, "They rule the skies here. Large bird-like reptilian beasts. They will grab our men and fly away with them. Don't give those beasts the chance." His proficiency in Frelian had grown a lot making conversation easy between everyone.
Vrynna seemed contemplative but agreed, "Then we halt where there is enough cover for all of us and then we scale the mountain."
"AYE SCARMOTHER!" The men in the front called back.
As they carried on farther, Sylas walked closer to Thorva and her beast. "Visions eh?" He asked as he switched to Valerian.
"I have started to see them." She replied. "This just helps them reinforce the belief that I DID have a vision of you leading us to victory." She was one of the few who could speak Valerian and they usually switched whenever they wanted to discuss something related to the both of them and their plans.
Sylas swung his arm forward as he walked, his chains shooting forward and then dragging back snow.
"Are you prepared for this battle?" Thorva asked the man who seemed to be changing her fate.
Sylas nodded. "I am. This time I will lead the charge."
"Unlike last time..." Thorva muttered.
"She had to send our forces one by one into that man." Sylas grunted as he gave Vrynna's back a dirty look.
Thorva thought back to that day, "That man was a monster."
"No. He was just prepared better." Sylas replied, "He knew the location and he used her ego against her. Those are the actions of a tactician not a warrior."
"But he did kill two Iceborn and a lot of us. Alone." Thorva countered. "And he did it from close up. Regardless of what you think of him..... he is a warrior."
"I had his life in my hands." Sylas shot back. "This close."
"But you did not kill him." She softly said. "That is what matters. He lived. and they won."
Sylas did not comment instead he grit his teeth. "If I ever come across him again...." The threat hung in the air.
"You never will." Thorva affirmed. "Your stories are over. There is only new ones to be written."
"What makes you so sure?" Sylas asked.
"It is the way the world works." She answered, "You don't get given the same problems every time. You face new ones. New adversaries. New situations. New battles. That is what make life beautiful."
Sylas grunted. "Beautiful..... tch.... There is no such thing as beauty in this world. Only unfairness. I will destroy that unfairness. The first step is destroying Demacia and all it stands for. Liberation and freedom for all mages. Shamans." He looked at Thorva. "We will all be free. Never again shall we be chained. The world will learn from Demacia!"
Thorva witnessed his proclamation and gave him a loving smile. She liked this man.
He believed in something bigger than himself and worked tirelessly for that. And he trusted in her. He helped her despite her lies and games. He did everything in his power to turn her lies into truths. All for her.
When he was found half dead by the others, she was the only one who could speak to him. And she decided to change things to suit her own needs. As someone who had never received a vision before, she lied to the Scarmother. She lied that this man would bring a massive change to their tribe.
It was a simple lie then.... just enough to guarantee his life.
But it had ballooned into something unbelievable.
And this man did everything to prove her right. Prove that her lies were the truth.
But she was afraid. Afraid because she had started receiving visions and they only began after their failed attack on the Avarosans.
She began to doubt her own lies, the very lies she had begun to convince herself as the truth. But it was too late to change that. Her life would be forfeit.
No.
She looked to the man walking beside her. The man she had grown to care for. The man she had begun to love.
Thorva would trust him.
She would stand beside him as he fulfilled his dreams. Her and her magic were his to use.
The group arrived at a good enough place with enough cover and began to set up their tents. Sylas sat a distance away from the group, watching how the refugee mages and the Freljordians behaved.
There was more harmony in their interactions than he could have imagined.
Some of their interactions had even grown into love.
It seemed amazing how, if one looked past their nature as mages.... they were just normal people. People with dreams, hopes and a desire to be happy.
They didn't deserve to be caged.
They didn't deserve to be hunted.
He didn't deserve that.
Nearly seven years imprisoned.
For what crime?
Demacia needed reckoning and he would bring it to them.
"EAT YOUR FILL!" Vrynna announced, "TOMORROW WE BEGIN OUR CONQUEST OF DEMACIA! WHAT IS THEIRS WILL BECOME OURS! FOR ONCE WE DO AS THE NOXIANS DO! KILL THEM UNTIL THEY ARE FAMILY!"
The words were met with intense enthusiasm. Roars and shouts of acknowledgements from every single person in the group. Mage or tribes man.
Everyone was baying for blood.
Would they be killing innocent civilians?
Yes.
They were innocent too. That did not stop them from suffering at their hands. It was only fair to pay it back.
Innocent or not, only after experiencing suffering could they be qualified to talk about it.
One mage got a little excited as he yelled, "DEATH TO THE NOBLES!"
"Nobles?" A tribesman asked clearly confused by the new term.
The man nodded, "Nobles are those who have power but use it to take everything away from the people. They will steal your homes and hurt you simply because they can."
The tribesman looked confused.
"They are like a Warmother who will take from her own people." He rephrased.
The nearby tribespeople erupted in rage. "KILL THE NOBLES!"
And they began to chant.
Sylas watched them, a smile forming on his face. He just hoped Hesbeth and Eldred could see this.
Those fuckers.
But it was fine. He would erase their legacy.
The Mageseekers would all perish. Anyone who wore their colors would fall. Anyone with the half mask would fall. Their families would follow.
The problem must be solved till the root after all.
A cleansing was required.
Only then a mage order would flourish.
"Sylas." A voice broke him out of his bloodthirsty thoughts.
He looked at the younger person who called out to him. Rayn. She still looked as tired as always. Her unkempt hair folding over her face.
She had stuck to him after Wisteria's death, not minding that he was the one who had seen to her master's death. She witnessed the whole battle between the two. She knew what Sylas had done.... he had done only to let her master and his childhood friend find peace. The experiments done to her by Hesbeth had already changed her beyond recognition.
"What is it Rayn?" Sylas asked. "Nervous? Life and death situations are often like that." Sylas spoke as he turned to the crowd.
"It is affecting me." She answered. "My magic."
"Ah." Sylas nodded. Rayn was special. Her magic let her see through dreams and spot weaknesses in a person. Mental weaknesses not physical ones.
But the downside to it was that she could never get a good night's sleep herself. She was constantly pulled into the dreams and nightmares of others. And her waking days weren't better either. Constantly being barraged by the emotions of those who wear them on their sleeves was exhausting.
This was exhausting.
The chants.
The nervous energy.
The bloodthirst.
"Sit by me Rayn." Sylas patted the spot next to him. Mentally he steeled himself stopping any thoughts of violence.
The girl trusted him and he would stand tall for her. He needed to be her pillar of support in Wisteria's stead.
She sat down and looked forward. "Oh this is helping." She said sarcastically.
Sylas chuckled, he raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder. The Petricite shackles came in contact with her.
Instantly she drooped and groaned, "Why?" She asked.
"Rest Rayn." He said. "This will keep your magic in check. You will feel weak but you will not have the mental stress."
She looked skeptic.
"Can you hear them?" He asked.
She grunted, "No."
"Then it is working." He said. "Does it hurt?"
She shook her head.
"Then lets keep it like this for a little bit okay?" He coaxed.
She nodded.
He gently moved her sideways, making her lean against him.
A few minutes later the girl was softly breathing against his shoulder.
Sylas sighed as he looked up at the sky. Things would get worse before they get better.