Post by The Cryophoenix on Feb 8, 2013 16:33:03 GMT -5
January 17th, 23 CLE (4 days after Noxus seceded from the league; 3 days before Brand escapes League custody; 13 days before Varus's hearing.)
“Is this all quite necessary?” There was a hint of impatience in Anivia’s voice as she shuffled over the last of steps to the Institute's main entrance. The thin curtain of mist that fell from her body betrayed her agitation. Rather than hear her report and allow her to defend her people, they insisted she say nothing but the barest details. Instead she was ushered to the great double doors of the Institute, bearing its ominous inscription, “The truest opponent lies within.”
Anivia had never entered the institute through these doors. She had been told that there only those newcomers seeking to join the ranks of the League of Legends followed that path of least resistance through the spell-laden doors and into the chamber beyond. She assumed it served as some final challenge, a final barrier to enter the prestigious ranks of champions. Anivia’s induction was very different. There had been no warning, no writing on the wall or culmination of expectations. Only her own magical attunement allowed her to answer the summons gracefully as she was ripped from her home and appeared in the center of a ring of flightless creatures... these humans.
She shook her head, dispelling the memory that seemed to swim before her vision. There was powerful magic at work in this place. The novice summoner that had guided Anivia to the gates was watching her carefully, apparently unaffected by the aura of the room. With a smooth gesture, she motions for Anivia to enter.
The gates parted of their own accord as Anivia stepped forward, revealing a small group of summoners awaiting her in the antechamber. Past and present seemed to merge as she gazed upon the first human face she had ever seen some 23 years ago. She swept her wings in the same bow she had then, her icy runes spreading across the floor. But this time, she came with news for them. “High Councilor Vessaria Kolminye. Perhaps someday we will meet under less dire circumstances.” The air seems to buzz with magical energy, amplifying the close echo of the small room. The air shifted as the great doors closed behind her and she eyes each of the gathered summoners with suspicion. “Why is it that you’ve brought me here?”
“Is this all quite necessary?” There was a hint of impatience in Anivia’s voice as she shuffled over the last of steps to the Institute's main entrance. The thin curtain of mist that fell from her body betrayed her agitation. Rather than hear her report and allow her to defend her people, they insisted she say nothing but the barest details. Instead she was ushered to the great double doors of the Institute, bearing its ominous inscription, “The truest opponent lies within.”
Anivia had never entered the institute through these doors. She had been told that there only those newcomers seeking to join the ranks of the League of Legends followed that path of least resistance through the spell-laden doors and into the chamber beyond. She assumed it served as some final challenge, a final barrier to enter the prestigious ranks of champions. Anivia’s induction was very different. There had been no warning, no writing on the wall or culmination of expectations. Only her own magical attunement allowed her to answer the summons gracefully as she was ripped from her home and appeared in the center of a ring of flightless creatures... these humans.
She shook her head, dispelling the memory that seemed to swim before her vision. There was powerful magic at work in this place. The novice summoner that had guided Anivia to the gates was watching her carefully, apparently unaffected by the aura of the room. With a smooth gesture, she motions for Anivia to enter.
The gates parted of their own accord as Anivia stepped forward, revealing a small group of summoners awaiting her in the antechamber. Past and present seemed to merge as she gazed upon the first human face she had ever seen some 23 years ago. She swept her wings in the same bow she had then, her icy runes spreading across the floor. But this time, she came with news for them. “High Councilor Vessaria Kolminye. Perhaps someday we will meet under less dire circumstances.” The air seems to buzz with magical energy, amplifying the close echo of the small room. The air shifted as the great doors closed behind her and she eyes each of the gathered summoners with suspicion. “Why is it that you’ve brought me here?”
