User:Double Slap/Sandbox


 * Sparks fly.
 * Casks are gorged.
 * Embers die.
 * Blades are forged.

A process done autonomously, as machines above work ominously.

Rusted machines rise and fall as blades are dipped in the vessel of toxic-searing gall. The rusty chains tap as the fumes rise from the acidic system of crude devices. The operator taps as fumes rise from the cup of black magic.

"Guh... bitter," the woman grimaces from the sip of surfeit burnt beans. "I'd kill for a good cup of coffee."

So she says, but bitterness is no foreign flavor in the upper level of the steel works. There is no concern for cigarette smoke as the smoke of the raging fires below always reaches the surface. Fumes dense enough to be comparable living in a burning building. Such conditions only made tolerable by the air purifier kept in her quadrant, fueled by a crystal shard absorbing impurities and frequently washed to prevent the transformation into a hunk of obsidian glass.

These ashes come from the forges of steel down below. While it's possible to buy steel from Noxian markets, this rusty-dusty factory does not quite have all the money in the world. Even if there was money pouring down from Piltovian Heights, Demacian steel would be preferred anyways. Tis a shame as tariffs are to blame for such overloaded prices. Then again, dealing with debts to Noxus ends up being much worse. So, coal is spent and carbon is made. In the orange flames without taxes to pay.

In the warm flames comes a cool-wispy fire that intrudes in the smoky-smolders of a dying forge. She comes with a replacement lodestone to fix the sparker. "Fucking janky-ass forge. Third time this week it goes kaput and the third time I, out of EVERYONE else, has to go and fix this. Shit, they don't pay me enough for this- Ah."

Lo and behold, a mangled zombie with a spookiest-blue wisp for a head is flicking a little sparker in the forge she brought the lodestone for. Suddenly, the monster stops and turns towards the woman who dropped her lodestone.

"Eh?"

AHHHHHHH!

The newbie zips away, fumbling as she goes. Blazing past another blacksmith, she does a fancy twirl and frantically reaches towards the man.

"Piss off. Can't you see I'm busy here?" the man shuns the rookie with word of mouth and heel of boot.

She refuses to let up, latching onto his outstretched leg she shivers, shakily as she mustering the words, "B-bu-but, g-gho-gh-gho-"

"G-g-go. Scram. Jeez, what's got you so riled up anyways?"

Successfully shaking her off, she manages to latch onto his other leg. "It's a GHOST! Please! You gotta help me."

"Yeah, yeah. We've all seen a ghost in this smithy." He waves the idea off as he throws coal into the fire. "All the smoke gets to your senses. Gotta keep a purifier with you all the time."

"NO! It's a REAL GHOST!" She exclaims while flailing on the ground. "I can't do my job cause its rummaging through the busted forge with a sparker. Who gave em a sparker anyways?!"

"Well, I did."

"I mean-" She stops ranting. "You did what?"

"That's right." The man smirks confidently as he closes the forge and starts walking away.

That's not right!

"No Missy, it is right." The man replies while waging his finger snootily. He then points his finger at the gal on the floor. "What did I tell ya, we've all seen a ghost around here."

Dumbstruck, the rookie shakes off her overwhelming thoughts. "Why the fuck did you give em a dinky ass sparker?"

"Hehe, just for fun," The dude chuckles mischievously. "You see, that guy there wanted to have a word with the boss."

"What the... With the boss?"

"That's right, Mr. Devoue himself. But ghoulio got no appointment so I gave em a challenge since he wouldn't leave." He pointed towards the direction where the busted forge was. "If you can get that thing going with this here sparker, you can have your little chit-chat."

"Man, you're such a fucking clown." She berates the guy as he laughs like a maniac while pointing at that busted forge. She casts her gaze downwards as she wipes the cold sweat off her brow. "I've got a hunch... Something bad's gonna happen."

BOOM

Not even seconds after she says that, a massive blue flare rises where the guy is pointing in response to the sound of the explosion. Scrambling up, she and most of the other workers in the factory start rushing to see what just happened.

"Well then," the headless zombie said with his dinky sparker lit on fire as the furnace's blue flames spew out of the open forge. Immersed in blue fire, he turns to face the crowd. "Ah-Hey! I lit the forge with the sparker."

"That's not what I meant by LIGHT the forge!" The furious-fumed fellow yelled as he bolted in with the Extinguisher. "Fuck me, the shit's everywhere."

Flipping the switch on, the excessive fire was vacuumed into the gemstone, metamorphosing the crystal into a cerulean. "The hell? This ain't no zircon. What kind of flames have you been making with that thing?"

"Oh this thing?" The ghost waves the ignited sparker. Pointing the sparker at the blazed forge he answers, "Just those flames."

"You-"

"The hell is going on down there?" The operator interjects, yelling from far above.

"Hell is going on down here. I'm putting out the flames."

"Eh? Don't put out the fire. We need those flames- Hold on, are those blue flames? Where the hell did you get a hold of blue flames? Is it hot?"

"It's plenty hot alright. It's a damn fire..." Wiping his sweat-laced brow, the blacksmith turns to face the lackadaisical ghost. "I don't believe you though. You couldn't make this from that sparker." He challenges the ghost with a stern glare. However, the fiend-wraith had no qualms.

"So, you don't believe me, do you?" The ghost shakes the sparker vigorously until the ephemeral flame dies. Then he tosses it at the stubborn man. "How about you try it yourself?"

The man snatches the dinky cryptic-seared sparker from the air before it flies past him. One look at the metal contraption would tell you it's utter garbage. The flint was smooth as polished silver, so the friction to even make a spark was nonexistent. Even so, the flint bar itself was snapped and bent awkwardly.

Even if someone managed to get sparks flying out of this pitiful tool, the amount needed to make an entire forge burning is beyond a manual sparker. That's why every forge uses an electric sparker that easily spits out fire out of anything that it comes into contact with. It was that very electric sparker that was busted in that beaten up forge. Even with a functional forge, the furnace should not be producing those flames.

Those flames were no "ornamental" blue. They were the real deal, true blue heat. The kind of blue that can you can see from plasma cutters as they penetrate steel. These flames are much hotter, but fortunately not hot enough to melt the belly of the forge. As beat up as the forge looks, it looks the same as its always been.

The smith's intuition is saying that there is some sort of high grade fuel he put in the forge. However, if that devil is claiming this pitiful excuse of a sparker can burn blue, then it's at least worth testing on another forge. So, he goes off away from the crowd, leaving them to the ghost.

You would think time was frozen with how still the crowd and the ghost was. That is, if it weren't for the clattering of the automation and the roaring flames in the forge and the gentle flame of the ghost. The pressure was unbearable and the sweltering heat cackling from the open forge of blue flames caused the men and women to put up quite a sweat. Even so, none dared wipe the sweat as it collected into droplets on their noses, lips, and chins.

The newbie stared into the flames, and the flame looked back. The crowd started inching away as the revenant raised the only arm it had toward the newbie.

"Boo."

"EEP!" She yelped and staggered to the ground as the rest bolted out of view. The newbie trembled in fear upon realizing just how vulnerable she was as she lost her opportunity to hide. Singled out by the monster she curled up into a ball and fell to her side, hoping it wouldn't do anything else.

"Eep?" the ghost asks in a rhetorically. The dreadful ghost shudders haphazardly and suddenly, "Pwhahaha!" He laughs uncontrollably, slapping his knee. "That fucking leap! OH! EEP! BAHAHAHA! The look on your face... Then you curled into a ball like a little baby."

"Arah! Who are you calling a baby!" The rookie revolts, flinging the lodestone at the ghost.

"Ah- I'm sorry, ma'am," the poor ghost apologizes to the rebellious lady as the lodestone slams his chest and rolls off his tattered garments into the palm of his hand. "I just wanted to try this out since you all seem tense."

"She's pretty fun to tease, isn't she?" The jester comes chuckling with an air purifier and tongs.

"Sure is," The ghost replies as the man chucks the air purifier into an open forge and closes the door to immediately extinguish the fire. "I wanted to scare them a bit, but I didn't think I'd get such a good reaction. You should have seen her. She jumped in the air and fell on her ass. Then she curled up and cried her heart out."

"AHHHHHH! Please stop! Make it stop!" The woman panicked exorbitantly as she rolled on the dusty floor.

"Serves you right. You go bonkers way too often," the man chides while picking up an obsidian shard out of the smoked charcoal with the tongs.

"Hmph! You're to blame for why I'm paranoid," the rookie pouts while grumbling over something about pranks. "Then you got some random- uh, ghost poking fun at me. Gah, I can't believe you! I can't believe this! What is even happening?"

The ghost bows before apologizing again, "I do apologize for my misconduct. I couldn't help myself after seeing the way you reacted to seeing me." Raising his head again he gestures towards the enraged broad. "After all, I used to have a lively someone in my life..." Their expressions showed concern, but before anyone could press the matter, he asked, "So are you going to light the forge or what?"

"I guess so." The blacksmith took the sparker from his back pocket. He plunged his hand into the smoke with sparker in hand, but hesitated upon remembering how a great explosion was caused from the last forge. "Hey, is this even safe?"

The ghost mulled a bit and responded, "Not if you're holding that far in. Reel it back. You only need to let sparks fly at the edge to get a fire to going."

He slowly pulled his arm out so that the crusty sparker was at the edge of the furnace. He reached his arm out as far as possible in fear of the explosive force and looked at the ghost for approval. The ghost simply shrugged in response. His heart was pounding as everyone watched him. Wiping the sweat from his face, he faced the forge and scratched the sparker.

More than sparks flew as the sparker glowed eerie tints of teal. An iridescent flame burst out of the chasm of the sparker, flying into the infernal chasm. The marvelous ball of flame filled the forge with plasma sparks as it bounced within. When the furnace shone a blinding-ultraviolet white, the ghost bolted in front of the blacksmith and swiftly shut the furnace closed. Finally, with a great boom, the furnace burned blue.

"How fortunate. Closing the door is enough to prevent the fire from spilling over."

"You bastard! You said this was safe."

"Well, you wouldn't have gotten hit by the flames at that distance anyways." The ghost crouched to get a good look at the fire and continued, "Even if it did, obviously, I would protect you."

The crowd was speechless at this heroic claim from a terrifying existence. The ghost turned, curious as to why everyone grew silent. "Ah, I guess it isn't obvious. I highly underestimate how horrific I am, being undead and all. That aside, as you can see now," he says while opening the forge. "Blue flames, not made by my hands."

"Well, shit. It's the real deal," The operator hollers from up above. "Get to blazing all the forges blue. I want to test this immediately."

"If you insist." The blacksmith responds. His sigh weighs him down as he realizes that his pranks landed him even more work. Before he gets to start burning anything, the ghost's tapping on the forge interrupts him.

"I know you got a job to do, but I'd suggest you stop wasting any more of my time."

The lightness of a ghost's jest before was instantly weighed down by the impatience of a harbinger. "Well, you duped me." The blacksmith tossed the sparker to another blacksmith and continued, "Zara Phim the Seraphim was it?"

"I'm no angel, but that's about right."

"Well, Zara, Boss is all the way over there." He points past all the forges, reactors, assembly lines, and robotic automation to a group of body guards that form a wall around an open office. So, Zara proceeds to the guardian-wall.

"Where is that scary fellow going?" The operator wonders aloud as she watches him walk through the factory while sipping her bitter coffee.

"He's going to chit-chat with Gabe."

"Gabe? Who- Wait you mean Boss? The hell kinda business does the Boss have with a ghost."

"No business, ghost invited himself to give em a warning."

"Eh? Seriously now, his mere existence is already a warning."

"I know right..." He concurs, but notices that the rookie is packing up. "Eh? Whatcha doing there?"

"Ah, sorry, I'm clocking out early." She states while closing up her locker.

"Hold on. Why are you leaving so soon? Weren't you say you were going to work late since your house is under repairs?"

"Ah. That's right..." She pauses for a moment with eyes cast downwards as if she could see something lurking down there. "I think I'm still going to clock out. I just don't want to stick around while that ghost is still here."

"Bah! Come on, that ghost wasn't too bad at all. I'm sure you can-"

"No." The woman cuts down his heartening. "I'm sorry. It's not the ghost himself, it's something about the ghost. Something he said."

"I don't see the difference really. What's the problem though?"

"I don't know exactly," she shamefully admits. "But I've got a hunch." Staring directly into his eyes with a stern gaze she declares, "Something terrible is going to happen."

The man sweats, even though he's nowhere near the forge-heat. He averts his gaze from her and claims, "Regardless, you don't have a place to go."

Her eyes fall down yet again, staring into a hopeless abyss until he musters, "You can crash at my place if you want."

The rookie looks to him as he packs up too. "R-really? I don't want to impose on you."

"Heh, don't worry about it," he assures her with a pat on the head. "Your hunches are never wrong."

Before he can close his locker, he is wrapped in a tight squeeze by the lady as she hugs him endearingly. "Thanks bro." He reciprocates the hug with a pat on the head. "No problem." So, the two escape the smokey factory into the smog. Leaving Zara and Devoue Inc. to its own devices.

"Warning, huh?" Gabriel Devoue responds to the bodyguard who overheard the exchange of the operator. "Well, it's not like I haven't prepared for this. I'll hear him out anyways. Even though he's not among the living, it seems staff took a liking to him."

Zara passes through the iron-smelters as layers of bodyguards loom over him on the layers of railings above. Armed with various pistols, stun batons, and many concealed weapons, they stand ready to challenge any man. If only it was man they were up against. Footsteps echo throughout the factory alongside the dull thuds of those following from above, only stopping upon the wall of bodies to stop the march of man. All eyes affixed on the fire of his soul, behind the veil of shade and shades.

"Who-"

"Shh," Zara hushes the one man out of many. "Give me a moment, I'm exhausted."

It just hit me looking back at it. They didn't know who I was. Then again, I wasn't really paying attention. I was exactly where I needed to be.

"If you are tired, then come. Sit with me." The bodies parted to reveal a dapper dude on a delightful drab desk. "Tell me, how do you do dude?"

"I'm doing just fine," Zara replies. "For now."

"Hoho, how heinous!" The dainty duke delivers a dark cup of coffee. "Hold on, before we begin, I must ask. What is this blue magic that I've been hearing about?" The duke twiddles his fingers through the fire of the soul to the fire of the forge.

"You mean this blue magic?" Zara asks while pointing to his face of flame.

"Well that too, but I'm talking about that over there."

"Hold on, before I begin." Zara pours the burning hot coffee into the scaling pits of his soul. "What is this black magic?"

"Haha," Danger-Duke points emphatically at Zany-Zara with both hands. "How hilarious!" His smile droops as he gazes into the pit of darkness in a cup, made in abyss. "Burnt beans brew crude coffees. That's all I can say."

"I see." Zara nods in an obviously obscured manner. "I can't feel a thing."

"Ouch!" The dude winces wildly with the word. "That's pretty bad."

"Normal to me." Zara replies looking back at the discernibly dubious dude. Pointing at the forges with his thumb, "That's just me killing time."

Gasping grandiosely, the dude ogles the ostentatious object that ticks lightly on his hand. "Time looks live to me," dude describes trenchantly while tilting his head to the tick of the tock.

"Meh, time is ephermeral."

"True," the dude nods in an obviously obvious manner. "In the words of a colleague of mine, time tick-ticks away."

A melancholic pause fills the field by clang of surrounding steelworks.

I have a strong idea where my whole story is leading. My story goes more in depth in these character's personalities, but it also brings a lot of backstory to characters, items, and events. One of these items is Trinity force. It is a symbol of a truce between three great empires that conquered Runeterra: Shurima, Ionia, and Targo. These kingdoms each gave a signature weapon to represent their kingdom: Zeal (now for production issues), Sheen, and Phage respectively.

We are aware of Shurima and Ionia being ancient civilizations. However, we aren't aware of Targo. The reason being, is that Targo was single-handedly the largest of these empires by far. It was so large that it had split itself into various kingdoms: Freljord, Targon, and The Iron Empire. The Iron Empire was the kingdom that Mordekaiser had ruled over. It covered all of the eastern coast of Valoran. It was such a large kingdom that Mordekaiser just called it an empire out of his pride as a Kaiser.

Ever since the downfall of Mordekaiser in an unknown war. He was revived by liches to create his new empire called the Immortal Bastion. It is said that a concentrated group of tribes and warbands defeated the Immortal Bastion, this group would soon be known as Noxus: an alliance of the broken Iron Empire and other barbaric tribes.

There was a time during the breaking of the Iron Empire where a new kingdom was rising. This kingdom was aided by a magnanimous chieftain who settled all disputes with great zeal in the fallen empire. He settled in a bay near the Ironspike Mountains and named his army after the empire: The Iron Order. Unfortunately, the army grew restless as the war they were used to was no longer present. During this time, the Queen was assassinated and died a slow death by poison, incurable by all attempts from the king. It was during this time that the army riled up and used this event as an excuse to exert violence.

One particular event a knight commander found himself surrounded by enemies, cut off from the rest of the Iron Order. This knight commander fought valiantly to the very end. This knight commander's name was Demacia. After the battle, the knights lamented over the death of Demacia, and swore fealty to the lieutenant he watched over the most.

In greed for power, the lieutenant blackmailed a general of the Iron Order with information that she was hiding from the King: a cure for the poison in a foreign island. Even though the Queen has been long dead, the King demanded an escapade to these isles and left a chieftain from his former village in charge of handling the kingdom. This is the escapade that would transform The Blessed Isles into The Shadow Isles.

Most of the crew died, the king, the lieutenant, and the general. However, one knight survived. This knight traveled across the seas alone back to the kingdom. He relayed the fall of every person and the horrors of magic he saw. Although, the chieftain was stubborn in his belief to remain in the kingdom at the bay, anxiety grew in the citizens of said kingdom and most individuals followed this man on a pilgrimage to find sanctuary from the horrific magic--as in life the King was known to be a great wizard. Eventually, the citizens found sanctuary with the ruins of Targonian nation built on a marble mountain. Thus the knight reformed a new civilization based on perseverance and chivalry and named this civilization from the person who inspired him: Demacia. This knight is Jarvan the First.

The people who remained in the abandoned kingdom mostly mages who knew how ridiculous these fears were and some villagers who fought back their fear of magic in devotion to the king in his glorious days. Though, the chieftain was not ignorant. The chieftain was given a tome from the king before he left as a trial to see if he could handle the kingdom. This tome happened to speak of powerful artifacts that had power similar to what the knight described before the departure. Thus pouring all efforts into studying the tome left by his king, the chieftain spent the rest of his lifetime understanding the intricate design of the workings of magic. The chieftain taught these things to his successor before he died and dubbed his successor, The Rune Sage, for the unique way magic is commanded in the tome. The generations of Rune Sages would eventually form a Magic Council to protect the village and the Rune Sage with, an apprentice, entire world from the power of World Runes.

Unfortunately, the Magic Council could not even protect their own village and warlocks abusing the World Runes held in the Magic Council caused a cataclysm that wiped out the entire kingdom and even a large portion of the Ironspike Mountains. A galactic explosion similar to a nova on a small scale. The Magic Council had no choice but to go their separate ways as there were no survivors left in the kingdom. Some mages left by boat to the neighboring kingdom of Ionia, and escapees of the warlocks' wrath were swept to a harbor island. With the amount of refugees moving into the harbor, the island grew to what could be considered a kingdom based on docks and grit. This civilization was called Bilgewater.

People from kingdoms all over heard of the great explosion that fell a kingdom and made way to see the carnage, but instead what they found was a magical oasis a divine crystalline basin of mystical properties. Thus wizards and inventors studied together to create miracle works that any practical person can use. Part of their experiments involved creating monuments and buildings based on materials they found, and it just so happened to eventually create a foundation. Progress never stopped in these areas and the inventions inspired many to come and visit the city that soon became a metropolis. This metropolis is known as Piltover.

Unfortunately, this metropolis housed way too many individuals. Eventually, the research found itself divided into practicality development and fundamentals research. Those who worked on methods to make practical use of magic with machines lied in Piltover, while those who wanted to remain closer to the foundations of the land worked in the underground to excavate the secrets of these magical crystals. These methods turned out to be quite lethal as the fumes of reactions caused tremendous pollution, so they were forced into the canyons of Piltover to more easily handle the pollution that would rise into Piltover. These canyons were dubbed Zaun.

Ewe Deer

The Worries of Woman

Gabriel Devoue and Evangeline Descartes.

"I should have known. The good ones are always taken."

"An emperor once told me, a ruler must never let prospects destroy one's respect."

"Rage was his final memory. So, all he knows is war."

"You want to play games? Well where's your dice?"

"Won't roll with your dice? Can't roll with no dice."

"I'll only be satisfied, with your disenthronement."

"I would have walked there..." Zara looked back at the crimson ocean. "Since I'm dragging someone else along, I will get a boat to the Shadow Isles. Otherwise-" An anchor comes crashing down beside him, chained to The Titan in The Depths. Turning towards the bewildered crowd, the monster laughs then proclaims, "We will kill everyone here."

The denizens of Piltover quake in fear, while the bilgerats snarl, prepared to take the challenge. Suddenly, Captain froze all time with the snap of his fingers made his decree. "Prepare to set sail for The Shadow Isles." Surprise swiftly transforming to disgust, the privateers turned towards the captain. "What the hell are ye waiting for? Get to it!" Captain barked and the privateers of Piltover joined his crew in preparing the King's Crusade for the voyage.

"Captain Captain? You're not seriously givin' into this freak are ye?" one of the Captain's pirates ask.

"Men," Captain begins, to address the entire crew. "It is one thing to screw with annoying trash. It's another to fuck with The Titan, Guardian of the Seas." Slamming the deck, Captain causes everyone to jump as he continues saying, "If we don't die here, we'll die to the monsters in the sea. Whatever tides come our way, sailing with this hooligan at least means that we'll be safe from the gods of the Challenger Seas. Or are ye afraid of a bunch of ghosts eh?"

"No, Captain!"

"Good." Captain Captain smirks and affirms, "Set aside those worries. With the Guardian and the Conqueror with us, we got nothin' to fear."

Then the divine shooter turned his back towards Zara. Before he left, he turned to him and asked, "How long have you been around?"

Zara counts the days passed. In recollection the life he lived thus far, Zara claims that he's lived, "About a week now."

"Is that so..." The hardened man looked at the gun he clenched in his right hand. "Then, you haven't lived long enough to know."

What could be there to know? Zara looked towards the gunslinger for this answer as the man walks away, fading into the shadows of these isles.

"You think she's gone, but you're wrong." He raises the divine gun with his right hand, in farewell, stating, "She's always with you, wherever you go."

Zara questioned the unwavering confidence the man had in those final words. The black mist eased into the atmosphere and the lights started to flicker as the ethereal flames of Zara returned. "Demacia..." Zara utters subconsciously. Zara wondered why this came to mind, but as he stared at the light glowing brighter in his arm, he realized the reason. "Even in death, your light never fades."

When death approached and consumed me. The souls coursing through me wept. A melancholic tune for the moment we would all perish. But we did not die. We cannot die. We are already dead. In fact, I have never felt more alive than I do right now.

I do not remember this song. This song had no notes and played on its accord. A free song unbound by the sheets that record its patterns. A song that was no longer a pattern, but a story: his story. A ballad was born and it was written in white on blue. It was a song about how death became life. Each soul another stanza for the song of resurrection. A song that flowed like water, but was not.

Furgertech's Mist Breaker and Hallowed Soldiers

It was much heavier, much denser. As the song continues, so does the weight of its verse. There was nothing heavier than this one verse. There is nothing heavier than the universe. This weight became a blinding reality. This reality flowed through my veins. Within me were Life Veins, flowing like rivers. I could feel the weight of the world quite literally. A burden, I know, I must carry, and so I said,

"I cannot die, not while there is Life within me." As I was the composer for the Ballad of Streams. Based on the true stories of the Universal Will of Mankind. Based on John 1:4-5.

Phase 2, against The Phantom Brigade. The Will of Mankind vs. The Will of Mankind.

"Heed the throne, piece among you.

Hear the call, Prince of Glory.

Here he comes! Feel this fury.

Heed the throne, King of-

SHADOW ISLES." 

"CRAWL, he who stops in solitude."

"CRAWL, he who stops this solitude." 

"CRAWL, he who stops in solitude."

"CRAWL, he who stops this solitude."

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<p style="font-weight:400;">"Heed the throne, peace among you.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Hear the call, Prince of Glory.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Here he comes! He will teach you.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Here he comes, King of-

<p style="font-weight:400;">BLESSED ISLES."

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<p style="font-weight:400;">"CALL to the stalk brotherhood."

<p style="font-weight:400;">"CALL to the strength of brotherhood."

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<p style="font-weight:400;">"CALL to the stalk brotherhood."

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Call to the strength of brotherhood."

For the dying chapter, and the login screen.

At that moment, life filled the isles, blessing it with its divine light. Although I could not see it, I could feel the light fade. Yes, I know it will fade, just like I am. So I make my way towards the light, before we fade into darkness.

Her Ballad of Streams is a memory of the Song of Sadness from the Legacy of Orpheus.  Which gives insight to her true name, which will never be revealed in the story. The sacred tree of the Blessed Isles is the Gateway of Heaven. Her song calls upon the angels to create.

Reminiscence

So, a song, flowed here just like the water in the wind. (Wake up.)

The mana, that coming, from within. (Can you feel me?)

(Come on Zara!)  Memories shown from the time.

(Can you feel me over there?)

Coming from the time that I died.

"Zara was all." In, her arms.

"All to..." Rests- "me..."

"My legs, his arm..." At this time,

"Calls," I rest...

"to," in...

"me." Peace.

"Through all," She saw the past that I kept hidden, deep inside thoughts overridden.

"Love and fear shall," Monster that I couldn't get rid of. Failure as husband I...

"Crawl. Through all..." Swept the world with painful lies. Hoping maybe we'd both die,

But it seems, through it all: You survived.

"Now go," Instead of giving into fate, living through those painful days.

"You'll always be at home..." You decided, to give, life a chance. Then you came back, and realized,

(I'll give it to you.) That it was I who saved your life.

"Please... come" Then, you gave, your life-

''"Back to me." ''

This song of a Seraph, has wrought a staff that's meant for me.

(My dearest love)

"Please come back to me."

So The jewel of,

you the crown that,

have we shared in life

set was sent to

me. (Come on, get up!)

Free

In fading, I see that, the light reached out a hand to me.

(My dearest love) Really now, to think that hand was really you.

(Wake up, I feel... I will give you anything) Tell me, Prophet, what did you do?

Why are we still here, just to suffer?

I'm humming in this moment, this moment in time.

I know we'll shine through the end of time, because

The universe really needs it.

Even though our light will decay.

"Everything is going to be okay."

Through all the strife that we deserved.

Life, itself, will be preserved.

Docks vs. Abyss

"Why, Under attack, the docks are, alarming ALL the nation.

is, Abyssal strike, the ships are, crushed by the FISH arriving.

he, Darkness attacks, the people, are fearing DEATH is coming.

'here? 'Under attack, they lash at, a baby NEAR the waters.

Did, Mom rushes out, to save her, baby from THE vile fish.

 I cause Dad rushes out, to save his, family GOing under.

 this Taking the fall, the man gets, sucked in by THE monster.

'mess? 'Is this the end, will the man, hero be KILLED-devoured?

'NO! 'Darkness spews forth, from Zara, angered by THE situation.

I People just watch, but they're not, trying to HELP the father.

will So Zara goes, disgusted, by foolish-FEAR of fishes.

not Zara seen worse, he is worse, he's what they're NOT afraid of.

stand Now riled up, his fire, burning with ZEAL and passion.

by as Proving his worth, he charges, through all the FLEEing people.

he gets They turn around, to see him, face every GHASTly monster.

mauled." Raising his arm, and his sword, to fight and SAVE the nation.

Screams,Damn I got caught, by a fish, I'm getting DRAGGED far under.

wails,She's chopping it, but it seems, that it just ISn't working.

cries, I'm sorry my love, I cannot, be there for YOU anymore.

dies I'm sorry child, I cannot, be with you AS you're growing.

as Hope closes up, as I'm pulled, by this reVOLTing monster.

this world Light closes up, as the maw, creates a NOXious closure.

closed off I struggle hard, not enough, energy LOST can't resist.

by the So I give in, my eyes close, but then its SKULL broke open.

LIGHT.

From Zara's The ghost from hell, came to me, bearing SHINING light.

(Through)

darkness, The same black light, but he was, the noble KIND.

( depths )

they were Reached his hand, to me, to bring me OUT the night.

(of )

'''enlightened. '''He's my King, and to him, I owe my LIFE.

(the )

He was When I reached back, the monster, seemed it didn't LIKE.

(sea)

'''true to his words. '''What he did, so the monster, closed up his MAW upon his thigh.

(to save)

He conquered He grabbed my arm, and tugged, to get me OUT this crime.

( me.)

'''oceans. '''He spoke to me, and promised, "No one's gonna DIE."

Cleaving its skull, Zara threw the man out and so he charged through the maw of vile creature's resolve. It crunched a hole through Zara's crusty worn legs. Broken but unrelenting.

(Watch) Piercing its tounge,

(the) Zara lodged his sword in

(King's) to keep him in place,

(rising.) preparing a final gambit.

(Strength) With a loud roar,

(to) they felt the ocean parting,

(be-) Zara's voice rang,

(-lieve) out,

(in.) to the surface.

"(He is), (The CRYPTIC KING!) we're born to LIVE!

(He has come back home) We're not allowed (to restore his old legacy.) to drown here.

(We keep) All these years, of (surviving.) fighting hell!

(We'll live.) It does not (Stand up!) end here."

(Here comes the KING.)

(Narwhals, serpents, and Hydra come from under.) Piltovians and the Bilgerats fight as one. (With the Death Wryms swarming in, soon coming after.)

(This abyssal madness,) Raising arms (from VOID seems never ending,) to join in this epic war. (but mankinds' will is definitely stronger.)

(To save his kingdom)

(Gunshots, arrows,) An anchor plowed (the SIEGE of our survival.) the leviathan from the darkness. (That ignites a flame, burning through the water.)

(Hear the story,) "And from the depths of hell it seems ( of war from Piltover.) '' that we fight together again." ''(Passed down legacy--by the living father.)

"Prepare the  Oceans converged, then split out, as Zara chopped the Kraken.

cannons, Wurms tried to fly, Nautilus, anchored them to the bottom.

that is Cleaved by the sword, 10 yards high, slicing the very oceans.

an order." Empowering wrath, strength of will, to survive the abyssal torrent.

"We'll dye the Warriors above, like a storm, shot them with bolts of lightning.

ocean red." Axes and swords, to cleave Nashors, that tried to make a landing.

"With cannon Super sound, sonic cannons, mech to break through the waters.

FIRE!" Cannonball rain, to slay whales, as they were lobbed to the surface.

The Great Collapse of Zaun

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Magic is based on the 4 universal forces: gravity, electromagnetism, weak nuclear, and strong nuclear.
 * Gravity is fantasized as love. The force that connects completely separate entities together. In the same notion, it is also fantasized as how teleportation and portals exist at all. The real impossible notion of space itself warping is possible in this world, so an adept control of gravity serves as the reason for this. Connections that stretch across dimensions.
 * The Universal Will of Mankind is a theory governing the existence of this fundamental force. It states that generally, all things are drawn towards life. Although mankind may seem like a direct reference towards earth, this is a theory that stretches across the cosmos--to many who do not even know of the existence of humans. The creator of the universe is referred commonly as Man. Thus mankind is equivalent to saying godlike. Thus the interpretation of this is: The force that draws all things towards the likeness of god.
 * Since the creator of the universe is literally dubbed Life, and Life is the heaviest element in the periodic table in this fantasy, it parallels with how all things are drawn towards life. As everything was birthed from the big bang, which is the explosion of the Creator, all elements are in the likeness of God, which is why all matter is subject to the properties of gravity.
 * Electromagnetism is fantasized as form. Given that the core of the existence of molecules and the external barrier that separates things from merging is the valence electrons in the outermost shells of atoms, this is the main force used for transformation. It also serves as the cause for many reactions in the forms of magic we normally think of: fire, ice, water, wind, earth, and obviously electricity. The breaking and forming of chemical bonds grant the thermal capacity for the magic of fire and ice, while electromagnetic waves serves as the tool to tap into telekinesis to move these reactions.
 * Weak nuclear force is fantasized as the force of creation. In reality, weak nuclear force is the only force that breaks parity-symmetry. This fact is what allows us to use nuclear fission for nuclear power plants. This instability makes it the easiest force to tear down. However, in the same notion, it is also the force with the most flexibility due to its ability to transform quarks--the elementary particles that create electrons, protons, and neutrons. As such, the forces that allow seemingly spontaneous creation is made from this as quarks are the proof that energy can transform to matter and vice-versa.
 * Strong nuclear force is fantasized as the force of life. The strong nuclear force is known as the ungodly Parthenon of a container that keeps the nucleus together despite being completely jam packed with protons. It is also the force that contains all quarks in the vessels that we call protons, electrons, and neutrons. Given the grand flexibility of what particles can be, the strong nuclear force defines what each particle is. As such, it is considered the force that controls life as control over this aspect can influence the very code that determines what something is. As such, it would be the easiest force to utilize to create interactions. Interactions that could be infinitely recursive and always learning and changing.

Each form of magic is categorized by the number of forces it uses. The actual names of the universal forces define the categories of the magic that uses only one force, each additional force causing the magic to be more complex. There are six classifications for hybrid-force magic. There are four classifications for magic. Finally, there is theoretically only one class of four-force magic. The prophet that Zara encounters is someone who realized this four-force magic and proceeded to become godlike, extending his duties to a magnitude that affects the entire universe.

=Six hybrids=
 * 1) Gravity-Electromagnetism: Telekinesis
 * 2) Gravity-Weak Nuclear: Force of Will (Hero's Force)
 * 3) Gravity-Strong Nuclear: Soul Combination
 * 4) Electromagnetism-Weak Nuclear: Thermodynamics
 * 5) Electromagnetism-Strong Nuclear: Soul Restructuring
 * 6) Weak Nuclear-Strong Nuclear: Anima

=Four triforce=
 * 1) Gravity-Electromagnetism-Weak Nuclear: Arch-Class White Magic
 * 2) *As the name implies, there are many other kinds of white magic, which holy. However, this is the highest class magic for divinity. Contrary to what one would assume, it has nothing to do with garnering power from the stars. Rather the power of Arch-Class White Magic is in how wide scale it is. It uses telekinesis, force of will, thermodynamics, love, form, and creation.
 * 3) **One iteration of Arch-Class White Magic is climate control. Climate control is the lowest magnitude of Arch-Class White Magic, but it contains all the elements of it. It is typically non-intentional and actually residual from the existence of a magical structure. Since the efforts to change the climate is vast, ra
 * 4) Gravity-Electromagnetism-Strong Nuclear: Summoning
 * 5) Gravity-Weak-Nuclear-Strong Nuclear: Nova-Class Black Magic
 * 6) Electromagnetism-Weak Nuclear-Strong Nuclear: Resurrection

The source material is an unfinished story that follows the lives of the prophet and his cycle of rebirth into different worlds. A group of characters have their souls bound to the prophet. As such, incarnations of them are found every time the prophet is reborn. Even across different planets and galaxies. The first time this entire group was found together, they were called the Kingston Brigade. It consisted of a hunter, nomad, berserker, thief, builder, mage, guardian, and conqueror. The reason I began with using Zara, the conqueror, is because he matched what I was doing the most and happened to be the most unique character when compared to all characters in League of Legends. Even so, there are some other fairly unique designs I have in store.
 * The hunter was actually a soldier for a great kingdom. He had issues with using weapons and was often discriminated for it. He was forced into lackey positions even below guarding unpopular points. He entered the Kingston Brigade, because of his encounters with the thief. He would constantly try and capture the thief to stop her wrongdoing, and eventually succeeded. However, when he realized that she was to be executed, he felt this was too extreme and decided to rescue her. With seemingly dumb luck, he kept lobbing things and defeating many enemies, even killing them. He joined the Kingston Brigade because he couldn't turn back to the kingdom. Now his lobbing power has become his signature strength, and he has the ability to lob hundreds of weapons at enemies miles away, like a hail of arrows from an army of archers, all on his own. The closest champion who matches the hunter is due to his mischievous pride in his superior flexibility.
 * The nomad was the very first character to encounter the prophet in the coming of his existence. She placed herself in self imposed exile after an accident where her parents were killed by a bear. She found the prophet resting under a tree with only a monk's robe for clothing. Taking him in, she made it very clear her reputation as the plague for wild beasts. However, the prophet was her foil as he got along with even the wildest of animals. Eventually he figured out about the nomad's past and exposed her to the wrongdoings of her irrational culling of animals for the sake of mere killing. She was pushed to the edge and in attempting to shoot a bear, he was trying to help her befriend, the prophet stood in between and took the arrow to the chest. The prophet cursed the nomad with mood hair to atone for her sin, so her hair displays the color of her emotions. As the prophet shattered to dust and was swept away by the wind, the monk's robe was left behind. So the nomad took it and followed the dust to find him again, and eventually did upon encountering the Kingston Brigade. The closest champion to match the nomad is due to one of her special moves being a Kingdom Arrow that allows her to shoot an arrow so massive that it can destroy an entire castle. The Kingdom Arrow is very much like.
 * The berserker was partners with a lumberjack. She made her encounter with the Kingston Brigade when she was resurrected by the conqueror. Unfortunately, the killer was the lumberjack. In a time when the berserker was nowhere near as strong as she currently is, she was kidnapped by an extremist angel who was discriminatory against the lumberjack. The lumberjack was incredibly distraught as they were only recently engaged and believed this was his fault. However, he obtained absolute strength through the aid of the guardian and he stormed the tower where the berserker was held captive. She was raped a great many times when she was at the tower and as the lumberjack stormed the castle he was well aware of it with all that he has seen, which fueled his seething rage. In fact, instead of reaching the top of the tower, the lumberjack decided it was quicker to chop the entire tower down. So he did and flogged, eviscerated, and scathed the angel who kidnapped her until body parts could not even be distinguished. This was when the berserker snuck up on him to greet him, but he lashed out suddenly and struck her down. This was when she was resurrected and joined the Kingston Brigade to become stronger. When she became just as powerful as the lumberjack, she faced him to ease his thoughts and to go officially go their separate ways. Now she is much more like a knight due to the tremendous amount of armor she wears. There is no champion that compares to her currently, because her power is on a transcendental level. Her signature move is pulling a kilometer long axe from the ground and slamming it down so quickly that it causes radioactive decay upon impact. Her current title is the siege berserker for this reason.
 * The thief was exactly what she sounded like. A thief who stole from passerbys. She had an unlucky day when she tried to steal from the conqueror and was formally challenged by him in public. She was humiliated when she could not even land one strike of a dagger on the conqueror while he didn't even use a weapon. Stubbornness caused her to constantly challenge him over and over by ambushing him and using many different approaches to obtaining that success she sorely wanted. The one time she finally landed a strike with a dagger, it literally did absolutely nothing as it grazed his skin. All the while she was bitch slapped to the far corners of town. This was the greatest humiliation to her. All her efforts for a meaningless result. Stubbornness caused her to use much larger weapons, much stronger weapons. Although she had access to a large arsenal of weaponry, the means was through stealing. It was this that caused her to get a tremendous bounty and high heat on her head. She eventually was captured by bounty hunters, but found herself rescued by the mage who accompanied the conqueror. The mage invited the thief into the premature Kingston Brigade. The thief's gratitude and determination lead her to accept to train with various weapons until she ended up with greatswords. Eventually reaching supersonic speeds, she gained the ability to literally transform into the wind. So she uses broad greatswords to create tremendous elastic collisions that allows her to safely bounce herself back while simultaneously knocking enemies back. She uses only one thin greatsword called the Windpinion Slicer that is actually even heavier than almost all of her greatswords. Her meticulous control over the Windpinion Slicer caused her to develop skills much like a samurai as the Windpinion Slicer is a dangerous weapon that greats streaks of wind powerful enough to slice through brick by merely waving it around. She is dubbed the Assassin Swordslayer now since her impact generally comes at a surprise and she mainly focuses on fights off the radar.
 * The builder was the blacksmith of the same kingdom where the hunter came from. The hunter was usually judged alongside the builder due to the inventiveness of the builder being shunned for its bizarre nature in the culture. People could not fathom the idea that any other weapons could replace the traditional swords, axes, lances, and arrows. In this world, it is fairly reasonable since a great many magical enhancements are made to these kinds of weapons to make them much more powerful than what we know in reality. The prophet took notice in the builder and gave him a megaton hammer. As it sounds, it's a million ton hammer, or two billion pounds. On top of this, the prophet connected the builder to his soul to allow him to understand all the iterations of entropy. This caused the builder to become much more efficient at building and he was soon able to create siege weaponry in the middle of a warzone such as a trebuchet in a mere thirty seconds. The mage took notice, and helped him out in his inventions on the magically enhanced side. Eventually the kingdom found itself raided by another nation and in the builder became the most significant contributor to the defense. It was during this time that the Kingston Brigade understood the power of the prophet as the prophet single handedly wiped out the entire aggressive nation while the Kingston Brigade was busy defending the kingdom.
 * The mage was the second member of the Kingston Brigade. His sister was considered a monster due to her ability to summon her own limbs from any solid object. She accidentally murdered a couple bullies and it only escalated worse from then on. Eventually, a furious band of vengeful bandits raided their home and killed their parents as they fled. At this time, the mage was actually not a mage and merely someone trying to learn all he could about magic to help his sister. Now orphans, they relied on stealing to get anything done and as such wracked up a large bounty when combined with the murders. One time the mage fell very ill and his sister was the only one who could help him. In this time, she tried to steal from the conqueror, but found herself terrified at his ability to shatter her summons. So she rushed to the mage as the conqueror hounded him down. Unfortunately, the mage was just about dying as she arrived. When the conqueror arrived, he was moved by the display and decided to do what he can to heal the mage. It was in this process that the conqueror taught the mage all he knew about magic, so he could heal himself instead of relying on anyone else. Unfortunately, while he was recovering the bandits found out where he was residing and constantly raided the place. When the mage finally recovered fully, the three of them decided to break away from the place. Just as they were about to leave, the bandits burned the city to the ground. She grew furious and decided to cull these people. The mage tried to dissuade her, but she was too wrack filled with guilt and vengeance to think straight. So the conqueror and the mage fled from the city while she stayed to go on a killing spree. When the conqueror and mage returned to the city, they found out she turned herself in and was shipped to a place far away. The mage wants to go after her, and the conqueror complies. The mage's sister is based off of Nico Robin, as her bounty story is fairly occultic. The mage now holds the title Archdaemus which roughly means High Demon God Shaman. While he is the High Demon God Shaman, he is not limited to Nova-Class Black Magic. In fact, he gained the prefix arch- because of his sheer versatility of spells he knows. All dark affinity mages utilize trials called calamities to acclimate to various changes in their body to allow them to utilize higher level magic. As appropriately dubbed, calamities are normally lethal events and surviving these events give supernatural powers. It's essentially the same logic behind most superheros who began as normal humans. Superheroes undergo a single calamity normally to gain the power they have. The mage undergone millions. As one would imagine, the calamities in this story do not hold nearly as much weight as superhero stories, but a million of even a small boost in power is absolutely tremendous.
 * Side note, I consider titles like gods and titans as the same regard as rulers, but of a larger domain. Chiefs are rulers of villages. Mayors are the rulers of towns. Kings are rulers of kingdoms. Emperors are rulers of empires. Gods are rulers of planets. Titans are the rulers of solar systems. Galactic Exoduses are rulers of galaxies. Each character eventually gains the rank of Galactic Exodus to challenge the creator of the universe. Although the title is not special near the end of the story, the mage is known to hold the title as a norm. It is what allows him to fling comets light years away at specific points as well as creating galactic hallucinations, changing the entire sky from day to night is small talk.
 * The guardian is a living sword given human form. He began his story in Gemini, heaven on the planet Goliath, but as a demon. He endured tremendous prejudice while in Gemini. However, the greatest trigger for his monstrous bouts was when the angels harassed the angels who helped him. The guardian was adopted by a passing angel. The angel had a daughter whom was dubbed his stepsister. The angel passed away into the ether and the guardian could only rely on his stepsister for comfort. However, he was with guilt every single day since he could see his stepsister's struggles very clearly as she was in grief with her mother's passing. The tipping point was when a band of angels tried to murder him, but instead murdered his stepsister who stepped in to save him. Completely wracked with guilt, he went on the a murderous rampage that changed the outlook of Gemini forever. It transformed to a luscious universe to a zombie wasteland, much like the Shadow Isles. Gemini changed from a place where people pray to into a destination people go to when they die. Aven, the ruler of Gemini let the guardian off by exiling him to Goliath. From there, the guardian was completely lost and sought people whom he could help to fill his life with even the slightest meaning.
 * While Zara is literally the name of the conqueror and is the character he is based on, his lore is completely based on guardian. The reason for this is that the concept of the guardian was way too similar to, so it was essentially impossible for him to become a champion. As such, I brought the guardian's story to life here in Runeterra while wearing the guise of the conqueror. In essence, the Ruined King is very much a mash between these two anyways so it worked out in the end.
 * The conqueror is a living sword given human form. He began his story in Drakai, hell on the planet Goliath, but as an angel. He was subject to tremendous amounts of envy given his general success in everything he did. He was adopted by a demon who lost her son. The demon taught the conqueror the importance of pride and creating purpose with what talents are had is what is truly important. The conqueror embodied selflessness in order to get along with all the demons of Drakai. The conqueror was becoming a well established member of Drakai. However, a plague swept across Drakai for seemingly no reason. The plague hit the demon who adopted him, and she spoke her last words to the conqueror not for vengeance or salvation, but rather to accept the inevitability of the passing. This was a concept very unclear to the conqueror as Drakai was known as the domain for where dark souls go when they die, but these souls can even die themselves. The conqueror sought Argus, the emperor of Drakai, for guidance, but in his stead was Satan, Argus's son and king of hell. Satan elaborated that a tremendous calamity hit Gemini and Argus left to check it out. The conqueror was about to go to Gemini to find answers to the plague, but Satan told him that this was not an issue in regards to the calamity in heaven. Satan rather believed that this was a consequence of something much greater that affected both realms. Considering these thoughts, the conqueror set off on a conquest to the living world to find answers and he knew he needed all the help he could get. Thus he began forming the Kingston Brigade on his travels.

The thief is a big one. Her form of combat is fairly extreme as uses superfulous momentum to crash into enemies with resounding force. The act is much like, but on an epic scale. She can also literally transform into the wind and drag her sword along with her as she is doing so. The big issue I have with this one is that her mechanics would parallel too much with Aurelion Sol. While I know that champions can be similar to other champions in their kit as long as they mix it up a lot, I prefer making completely unique designs as I'm starting.

I may consider bringing the mage into the mix. The mage is the classical occultic mage. While there are many designs like him, nobody truly matches the scale he has. In the story, one of the many things he is known for his complete awareness of everything within a 1-mile radius due to his incredible focus. He also has tremendous control over Nova-Class Black Magic, Resurrection, and even Arch-Class White Magic. In fact, it is through the combination of these that allows him to take down entire empires down in mere hours, without the aid of any of the other members of the Kingston Brigade.

The prophet is a major character in my story, and he is the character that guides Zara in this story to coping with his actions.

Passive: Universal Forces

Skrolle begins in a neutral state that is incapable of autoattacking.

Skrolle autoattacks with a weapon he summons from his abilities. If he casts another ability within 5 seconds, the weapon is empowered. If Skrolle casts another ability within 5 seconds, he evolves based on his empowered weapon for 30 seconds. Skrolle's autoattacks are modified further and his final ability modified and recastable while evolved.

Skrolle reverts to his neutral state if he fails to cast another ability within the before evolved or his evolution duration is complete. If Skrolle recasts an active ability, he reverts to his neutral state. If Skrolle reverts to his neutral state before he evolves, his cooldowns are reset.

Skrolle only has one rank in each ability and can rank them up at levels 1, 3, 5, and 7.

Love      Staff  Healing CD 100

Form     Lance  Speed CD 100

Creation  Hammer Impact CD 100

Life     Shield Damage CD 100

Weapon

Empowerment

Evolution

Love>Form>Creation Gale Winds          Life:Hurricane

Love>Form>Life     Thunder God         Creation:Lightning Storm

Love>Creation>Form Ocean Deep          Life:Tsunami

Love>Creation>Life Nature's Will       Form:Fruit of Divine

Love>Life>Form     Pyromancy           Creation:Explosion

Love>Life>Creation Prophet Quy      Form:Blinding Flash

Form>Love>Creation Harbinger's Harpoon Life:Reaper of Souls

Form>Love>Life     Spear of Spite      Creation:Broken Heart

Form>Creation>Love Ballisticade        Life:Bolt-Action

Form>Creation>Life Spear of Longinus   Love:Heartseeker

Form>Life>Love     Odin's Gungnir      Creation:Impale

Form>Life>Creation Shiva's Trishula    Love:Trinity Convergence

Creation>Love>Form Uchide no Kozuchi   Life:Sizeable Advantage

Creation>Love>Life Haephaestus' Labyrs Form:Cranial Slicer

Creation>Form>Love Mjolnir             Life:Boomerang

Creation>Form>Life Stormstriker        Love:Lightning Rod

Creation>Life>Love Bunyan Blade        Life:Timber

Creation>Life>Form Parashu             Love:Brutalize

Life>Love>Form     Veil of Veronica    Creation:In the Face of Death

Life>Love>Creation Hero's Visage       Form:Will of Mankind

Life>Form>Love     Perserver           Creation:Stream of Retribution

Life>Form>Creation Hand of Exodus      Love:Down to the Ground

Life>Creation>Love Achilles Set        Form:Immortal King

Life>Creation>Form Golem of God        Love:Metoric Fist

Staff:   Autoattacks have infinite target range, but limited actual range. They are linear and recharge based on CDR instead of Attack Speed. Deals  magic damage dealing both on-hit and spell effects.

Speed:   CDR has twice the effectiveness.

Impact:  Autoattacks slow the enemy, stacks 3 times. Autoattacking a fully stacked enemy will stun for 1 second. (3s CD)

Damage:  Autoattacks are piercing.

Lance:   Autoattacks have small AOE in the line of its effect. Deals on-hit effects multiple times to champions. Gains up to 50% movement speed when moving towards champions.

Healing: 50% bonus healing.

Impact:  Autoattacks root enemies. (5s CD)

Damage:  90% physical damage 10% true damage.

Hammer:  Autoattacks deal 125% AD and slows enemies.

Healing: Autoattacks deal an extra 5% enemy's max health and heals for damage dealt from this.

Speed:   Autoattacking increases attack speed, stacking 5 times.

Damage:  50% bonus critical strike damage.

Shield:  The first autoattack knockbacks the target 100 units. (5s CD)

Healing: Autoattacks shield for the damage dealt for 0.5 seconds, does not stack nor refresh.

Speed:   Rengar leaps every autoattack.

Impact:  35% damage resistance.

Skrolle is the prophet of the universe. He has been resurrected numerous times by living lifetimes that stretch beyond the birth and death of galaxies when strung together. Each lifetime he forgets his true purpose, but nearing the end of his life, he becomes enlightened and reaches a state where he remembers all past lives--much like the Avatar.

To represent the prophet incredulous flexibility, I permuted every single ability by forcing each ability into a stance. Even so, there are many weaknesses I would need to patch in order to make him possible. In any case, he is an "impossible champion" that I would like to make viable. If anything, the fact that he has 24 evolution states already makes him an impossible concept. Even so, this accurately depicts how impactful he is in my story--adaptable at a transcendental level.

The prophet in my story is essentially an unreasonably powerful individual. Even while the prophet gradually becomes weakened to the point of human strength, the prophet still manages to create leave behind an epic whenever he dies. His unreasonable strength is due to his purpose to prepare for the battle against the Creator of the Universe. Through his experience in each lifetime, he creates another soldier to fight against the Creator while simultaneously training the Legends Crew of each lifetime to the point of vastly surpassing his individual strengths through mastery.

The final goal of the prophet is to empower all of his selves so that when Prophet Quy merges with Primal Quy and Grandmaster Quy, they can become a one man army as Equylibrius, The God of Entropy. In fact, the story begins with the Creator's ambassador making Equylibrius, with the power to clone himself indefinitely, to save the Creator of the Universe. However, since Equylibrius was too weak to handle maintaining the vitality of each clone, Equylibrius split into 3 clones to approach a solution individually.

Believe it or not, the kit I gave is very modest for what the prophet actually does. In fact, if anything, this kit is more like the hunter's Armory when he ascends to a Titan. The nature of evolving weapons is what matches the hunter perfectly. To design a kit with the prophet would require the abilities to be chained into itself, leading to 256 combinations. That is too unreasonable to handle.
 * Primal Quy trained his individual self to become as strong as Zaradon, the strongest individual in the universe with the power to destroy planets without empowerment and the ability to cleave entire galaxy clusters with empowerment.
 * Grandmaster Quy follows the lives and deaths of Prophet Quy to organize the Light and Dark alliance of all souls to rally together and figure out the purpose of Life as the Grim Reaper. His role is to gather individuals to handle the berserk Creator of the Universe in the present while watching over Prophet Quy to make sure he doesn't screw up while training for the final war.
 * Prophet Quy is the rest of the clones who all live their individual lives to create legendary across the universe. This causes all clones to be independant lifeforms who have unique strengths as well as eventually creating the most powerful Legends Crew in the universe through soul bonding. Think Tengen Toppa Gunmen in the galactic war nearing the end of the movie.