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Project IX

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Trouble in Ionia= In the land of Ionia, chaos stirs. The Noxian has just invaded, and villages fight back to protect their land. The few villages who have the strong hold the invading force away, but the many who are too weak submit to the Noxians one by one. Yet, among these villages, one village has found shimmering hope...    In the Elder's hut of a village at night, lain between the base of the mountains and the great forest, the Elder, three council men and one mysterious figure sit around a decorated textile. On top of this textile are a variety of artifacts, from beautiful jewels to old bones, each placed in significant locations of the textile. The Elder who sits at the northern end of the textile shakes a marked stone in her hand before tossing it onto the elaborate cloth. The stone rolls, colliding with first a stone of jade, then to the bark of the Zunan tree, only to stop right next to a piece of granite. "...the demons will be arriving in the morning," the Elder proclaims in a quiet and calm voice. To this, the council men who sit westward of the textile gasp. "So soon? But we haven't the time then to evacuate the women and children without leaving behind all their belongings," one man with a beard down to his waist states in frustration. "Even if we bring our oxen and goats, we won't reach far. We'll have to abandon all of our produce to be able to have even a small chance of escaping to the next village," a younger man, with a long hair only on the left side of his head, says while worried about his herd of fine oxen, horses and goats. "We do not have enough men capable of fighting. It's been against our tradition to let our young see what bloodshed battle brings upon us too," the last man with a scar over his nose bows his head, thinking of his adolescent son. "We cannot let ourselves fight them, yet we need to survive..." The Elder silently watches over the pained looks of her council with an endearing smile. She too though understands the strained situation their village is now facing, but also knows that worry will not bring them out of this crisis. Thus, she faces the mysterious figure who sits on the southern end of the textile. She humbly bows her head. "We apologize, dear traveler, that you had arrived in our humble home at such a dire time. But we would like to ask for you to move on to your next destination without rest," the Elder respectfully asks their guest. "Oh, fare not," the mysterious stranger speaks with a mischievous yet gratuitous voice. "You have fed me well tonight with a meal filled with gentleness and love. I will leave as you have asked." As the mysterious stranger makes this claim, she sets down the utensils she had used to eat the fish and rice the villagers had offered to her. She finally takes up the bowl of soup to finish her meal. "Elder. What shall we do?" The eldest man asks. But the Elder remains silent in deep thought. "We... will use that stone," the Elder whispers almost solemnly. "The Power Stone of Teilan." The men gasp again, but this time in surprise. "The Stone of Teilan? But you know well that the Stone can, yes, offer us a blessing... but it can also spell disaster," the man with a scar exclaims. "Moreover, that is a village treasure. You know well, Elder that we only use it when the spirits commands us to, yes?" "Hush," the Elder commands, still with her calm demeanor. "I am well aware of the odds and dangers posed by using the Stone... but we are left with no choice." The Elder picks up the stone she had tossed onto the textile, to which the men and the stranger look at. Yet, after a few moments of sitting the palm of the Elder's hand, the stone suddenly cracks, causing the men to flinch in fear. A bad omen. "This is the spirit's message to us that the dangers to come is this dire. Even if the Stone does cause disaster, without using the Stone, there is no other hope for our village to survive." The mysterious stranger, having heard what the four had been conversing over about, abruptly stands to remove her cape which had covered her entire body. Upon doing this, she catches the eyes of the men with her gorgeous figure. But what catches the men and the Elder's attention next are her bodily features. While her breasts are ample and her legs elegant, they notice that her arms are twisted, black as coal and lanky as cursed branches. From her neck down to her ankles, scars that look like burns mark half of her body. And while her hair is long and beautiful as a phoenix's tail, her eyes are black with irises of gold. "Forgive me for presenting to you such a hideous form, but I cannot allow you to use that Stone," the stranger demands of the elder, now with a serious tone to her voice. "How dare you tell the Elder what to do, Stranger," the youngest man stands in anger. The man with a scar follows. "While we have welcomed you into our home, do you not know your place? Or are you a demon as you appear to be, trying to bring our home to ruin?" the man with a scar shouts. But the last council man remains sitting, starring at the stranger's markings before stating his opinion to the two other council men. "Calm down, you two. I believe that we should take this stranger's words carefully." "He is right," the Elder speaks, finding the same notions about this stranger. "It seems like that this traveler is no simple traveler, but also a blessing from the spirits. Tell us, oh traveler, why shouldn't we use the Stone to protect our being?"

The Noxian men climb the hill that Konoe stands upon, aiming to kill this women who dared assail their general first like a coward. "Kill her! Kill that witch!" one Noxian officer commands his men in place of the general. "Show these Ionians that they ought to be extinct!" Konoe sighs upon hearing the man's words. She can see in the eyes of many of the approaching men empty hate and rage, misguided because of the propaganda the Noxians had placed on their citizens. Some of them has eyes clouded by judgement but a soul still pure, while others are already neck-deep in blood from years of battle. Yet, Konoe had no time to discriminate these soldiers, as she knew that it would only hinder why she was even standing on this hill. Konoe begins the process of absorbing mana from the surroundings. While she herself is packed with mana, she knows that her next spell would require even more mana. And although the trees and shrubberies had been cut down by the invaders, they did their best to provide Konoe with what natural mana they had left to bestow upon her. Arrows begin to fly into the air towards Konoe, but she does not make a move. They dart at her figure, but her radiant barrier deflects them all without a care. The first group of soldiers finally arrive at the top of the hill, as their armor are lighter than the rest of the men in the army. Without taking any heed of Konoe's current state and her powers, one soldier lunges towards her with a broadsword. However, as the sword collides with her barrier, the blade cracks and breaks, bewildering the soldier and the others who had watched. Nonetheless they continue to make their attempt at murdering this woman. As the rest of the army finds themselves finally at the top of the hill to join the others and taking a swing at the witch, all Konoe does is look upwards at the cloudy skies. And she ponders, "Oh... how sad to see such fine men, wasted on such senseless violence." Her thoughts are not only to the fact that these Noxian soldiers' efforts are pointless to her barrier, but that they could live a better, more peaceful life than what they do now. In interruption though, Konoe feels a harsh force battering her barrier, which almost unravels her process of collecting mana. As she looks to see who is creating such force, what she sees before her is a malevolent monstrosity. Still vaguely human, but for sure mutated into being a war machine. Clad with battered armour, the hands of this being had been replaced with large steel maces. "Do it!" the soldiers cry in madness as they see their supposed ally beating at Konoe's barrier. "Destroy her and decimate her as you've done before!" Witnessing this only causes Konoe's heart to sink a little more. "... enough," Konoe whispers as her collection is complete. Upon this command, a bright light shines from between Konoe's hand. A force of magic not only knocks over the giant and the men who had been watching, but they are also blinded by the shining light. To those farther away, they stop climbing the hill as they too witness the bright light, but they also see a stream of golden energy that shoots up into the sky dark skies. "What... what was that?" the Noxian officer rhetorically inquires. Nothing happens after the light disappears into the sky, making all the soldiers wonder what had happened. Yet, to answer their thoughts of wonder, the clouds where the light had entered into the sky begins to swirl as lightning crackles. And from the spot on the hill where the witch had been at, Konoe flies up together with a Rune stone. "Oh, Zanagi! Lord of the lightning and the Guardian of this land! Hear my will," Konoe bellows in Ionian. "Do not let your wrath be consumed by what I will offer to you now! Instead, punish these ruffians for trespassing on your land and killing your people, all without destroying what you wish to protect!!" Upon finishing this mantra, the Rune stone that floats in front of Konoe suddenly shoots up into the sky to where in the sky the thunder roars. The Noxian soldiers below remain fazed, wondering in fear what will happen next. And as the clouds stir more, they finally understand what is going on. From the epicenter of the stirring clouds, a violent storm occurs. And from it, the Noxians can see a elongated figure exiting. No, to be correct, it is an Ionian dragon made of raw lightning that they see. Although they've never known that dragons existed in Ionia, it does not change that they are frightened to their bare bones. Some begin to run, while others are unable to move as their legs had given out. The Noxian officer, on the other hand, is so frightened that he is unable to hear the cries of his own supporting officer, asking him about what to do next. The dragon Zanagi gazes at Konoe, and in response, she looks back at him. "Do your deed, oh Lord of the Land," Konoe responds to the dragon's silent inquiry. And to this, the dragon charges forth towards the center of the fleeing Noxians at an unimaginable speed. Upon touching the earth with its snout, Zanagi's body explodes into energy, expelling mana into the surroundings, incinerating every single Noxian around. Only miles away, the escaping villagers see this magnificent sight in the form of a glowing globe, growing between two hills. "... it seems that the traveler was right...," the Village Elder turns towards the exploding light, bowing her head in gratitude,"We've been saved..." Even though their village had been saved, the villagers continue to march towards the next village. They know that this may not be the last of the invading force. Minutes after the dragon of lightning Zanagi had decimated the Noxian army, Konoe walks among the scorched land. Aside from the two hills, there is nothing left of either the Noxians or the Ionian foliage. But she is much aware that this may have been the only option. The skies above is now clear, and from above, the Rune stone that Konoe had offered to Zanagi slowly floats down towards her. And is it lays into her open palms, she holds it tight. "Thank you, oh Lord of the Land," Konoe speaks. "I pray that these lands will become fertile again. Now rest, and wait for this vicious war to end." The wind blows in an unusual manner, showing the sign of Zanagi's acknowledgement to Konoe's words. To this, Konoe chuckles to know that not all gods are arrogant or ignorant. Konoe tosses the Rune stone up, and right before it drops back into her hands, it hovers with a glistening glow. As she lets he hands dance around the stone, its glow slowly dims as a veil of mana covers it, containing its powers...

Sage in Freljord= A mage sits in his humble hut in the middle of a Freljordian blizzard. After hours of meditation, he is disturbed by the presence of another being. "Who goes there?" the mage calls out as he breaks his trance to look out into the blizzard. And to his call, a caped figure approaches. "Oh great wizard... I have come to end your journey," the caped figure announces. "What an entrance. Why kill a frail sage such as myself? All I do is sit in my little hut, meditating day and night," the aged man explains. But the caped figure knows the truth behind this man. "You say you are frail, yet you are not harmed by this blizzard. Some will say that a hermit can withstand such harsh weather, but I know... that this blizzard is yours." "Ho... it seems like before me is someone who can discern that I am the caster of this blizzard, and that it is not a natural occurrence. Are you another Freljordian mage, sent to kill me?" "I am not a denizen of Freljord, but I am a mage." The caped figure disrobes her cape, showing the mage her true form. But the man only scoffs. "Hah, so a succubus comes to take my neck? How pitiful. I've taken down many assassins who has hunted my head for destroying their villages, but you women... are nothing more than a fire dancer in my eyes," the man cackles. "Thus, it seems your mind has waned over the years, oh sage. You were once a man with dignity, helping the Avarosan take back their lake, but now you are poisoned by the evil cast by the Ice Witch," the lady witch huffs in dissappointment. "Ice Witch? I listen to no one but myself! There is no mage stronger than I in the Freljord! You say that you are not of this land, so I shall pity that you will die not in your homeland!" "Homeland? I don't... have such a home anymore," the witch says quiet but without sorrow. "...How bland," the man sighs. "Even then... die!" The man, having amassed all of his mana during the terse conversation, throws forward a sphere of mana. The witch can see that in this sphere is enough mana to freeze a pack of yaks to death. But she does not flinch. Crash! The spells hits the witch head on and the man rejoices to see that the witch is fully encased in ice. "Another one dead! As boring as it is, it never seizes to dissatisfy me in taking another li-," the man passionately monologues, only to notice a strange phenomenon. The ice that had assembly encased the witch now recedes upon the witch's body. In truth, a veil of mana sticks close to her body, protecting her from incoming magic attacks, showing that the encasement was only the delusion of the mage himself. The ice does not melt on this barrier, instead being absorbed by into it, almost as if it crawls on her body towards her right hand. "To rejoice in killing off your victim with one spell? I believe that you are the boring one here, oh sage," the witch taunts the mage. And to her calling, the mage responds. "Impossible!" the mage shouts, yet he wastes no second to conjure another spell. But before he can complete his chant, the witch sends forth a trail of flames that melts the snow below. To this, the mage trades his mana to create a wall of ice, causing the trail of fire to end. "You do well, oh sage," the witch playfully compliments. This comment alone annoys the mage. But when the ice wall he had made dissipates, he notices something that he has never seen before. "Wait... how?" the mage staggers. "How... can you accumulate a spell such as that in so little time?" Before the mage, he sees large shards float above the witch. But these are no normal shards. As the mage had deduced, these are shards of ice-fire, cold as icebergs yet hot as the flames of hell. Such a spell would take any mage at least minutes of concentration to ready. "How, you ask?" the witch gazes at the mage with a chuckle. Immediately she demonstrates how she had done this. She raises her right hand, showing the mana she had collected from the mage's previous icy spell. From it, the mana swirls up, mixing with her own spell of flame. But the mage can see that through this mixture, a vortex of energy is being spun, colliding together like multiple whirlpools in the sea. Energy so volatile that if released could destroy a cliffside in seconds. Yet, the witch contains the energy effortlessly as it floats up into the air, forming into more shards of ice-fire. "How... no, who are you? No mage can simply mix two pools of mana into such a pure form. Even I... I..." the mage stutters. "All I can do is form two spells together in hopes that they compliment each other..." Hearing how the mage fears her now, the witch starts to laugh. "I expected more from you, oh sage. But it seems like your heart has truly weakened from your thirst for power... good bye." The witch tosses forward the shards toward the mage. The mage in reaction dodges out of the way, causing the shards to destroy his hut. From the impact of the shards, blue fire erupts consuming everything in its wake, first burning them down but in the end freezing them cold. The mage attempts to conjure a new spell, but due to his wavering thoughts, he is unable to pull together a decent spell. Seeing how desperate the mage is, the witch chuckles in response. "Let me help you," the witch says in a tempting voice as she stretches her hand out. Upon doing so, the bit of mana the mage could assume explodes into a mist of sleet, digging into the mages skin and body. The mage screams in pain as he suffers from the imbalance of his own spell caused by the witch. And after a few moments, his body is completely frosted over, frozen to the core. As a sign to the mage's death, the blizzard around quells, revealing a beautiful landscape and the setting sun. The witch looks at the scenery around, taking in the glamorous beauty of it all. But she too notices the ugly truth of this territory. As she walks towards where the shards had shattered the mage's hut, she sees that in the snow below the remains of corpse. Among them are corpses of likely assassins, but she also sees the bodies of animals and children that she had expected. This mage was beyond saving, and these bodies were in need of a righteous burial. To answer that thought, the witch casts a spells, carrying the bodies with the wind. With the lift of her other hand, holes appear within the snow and ground into which she slowly lays each body in. As she lets the ground shift once more to bury each body, she conjures together a mix of the elements in her palms. Upon pressing this mixture onto the ground, a field of snow-flowers bloom on top of the graves in response to the radiance of her mana. "Rest in peace," the witch prays for a moment to the dead before walking away. And as she passes by the mage's frozen corpse, she simply flicks it, causing it to shatter away, with all the pieces being carried into the wind.