Post by Hildebrand Runeblood on Mar 28, 2013 0:26:30 GMT -5
March 4, 23 CLE
The Institute of War was abuzz with activity. Summoners from all across the spectrum of skill were pouring into the Summoning Rooms across the League, each one of them on a single mission. What they were about to attempt was unheard of in modern times, and certainly nothing of this sort had ever been attempted since the Rune Wars of old. As they filed into the rooms across the Institute, a single voice could be heard speaking through the magical equivalent of an intercom.
"Summoners of the League, listen closely. What is about to be attempted will be the single most incredible show of force since the League was founded. Kalamanda is but a cantrip compared to what we are about to undertake today." A pause.
"I do not have to remind you of the importance of this undertaking. We will be activating every Nexus the League has to offer, and channeling your magical energy and theirs into a single focal point in Freljord, all to stop the advance of the Void." The summoners listened as they looked to one another, heads filled with questions and doubts. Could such a feat really be done?
"Cast aside doubt, focus your minds, and channel your energy. When I activate the Nexus in Freljord, you will know where to divert your arcana. Trust in the power of your fellow mages, and we will succeed." Another pause, another wash of confused looks, however, after a moment, over 1000 faces steeled themselves for what was about to happen...
"Begin." At the behest of the voice, the throngs of summoners began to energize the many Nexuses of the League with power, bringing the massive arcane batteries to life.
On Summoner's Rift, twin beams of energy, purple and blue, crackled and rose into the sky above the field. Their crystalline cousins on the Crystal Scar pulsed and shone bright with light, arcs of arcane might reaching across the expanse before rising into the air as well. Far across the seas on the Shadow Isles, the two Nexuses of the Twisted Treeline came to life, their power arcing through the sky toward the mainland. Deep in the bowels of the Institute itself, the forgotten constructs of the Magma Chamber burned with energy and launched their power high into the sky. Mogron Pass and the field known as the Proving Grounds spewed forth its arcana as well, illuminating the peaks of Mount Targon and bathing them in azure and violet radiance. And then, amidst the temporarily abandoned work crews, the two Nexuses in Freljord, on opposite ends of the Howling Abyss, sparked to life, throwing their light skyward, mixing with the auroras in the skies above.
The entirety of Valoran had been brought to life as the might of the League of Legends and the Institute of War was awakened, as if from a great slumber, its power ready to converge upon the command of one individual. That individual stood atop the highest point of the League, watching as the pillars of azure and violet streamed across the sky of Valoran, and met in one massive singularity above the fields of the Institute. At his side stood five Summoners, another female summoner, and the portable Nexus used to pacify the Kalamanda Conflict.
"It has begun... For better or for worse, we're moving out." Without a second thought or word, his eyes glanced to those accompanying him, before his hand made contact with the Nexus, and a pulse of golden light surrounded the seven figures and the construct, pulling them from the Institute of War, to the icy northern lands of Freljord...
It had begun.
The Institute of War was abuzz with activity. Summoners from all across the spectrum of skill were pouring into the Summoning Rooms across the League, each one of them on a single mission. What they were about to attempt was unheard of in modern times, and certainly nothing of this sort had ever been attempted since the Rune Wars of old. As they filed into the rooms across the Institute, a single voice could be heard speaking through the magical equivalent of an intercom.
"Summoners of the League, listen closely. What is about to be attempted will be the single most incredible show of force since the League was founded. Kalamanda is but a cantrip compared to what we are about to undertake today." A pause.
"I do not have to remind you of the importance of this undertaking. We will be activating every Nexus the League has to offer, and channeling your magical energy and theirs into a single focal point in Freljord, all to stop the advance of the Void." The summoners listened as they looked to one another, heads filled with questions and doubts. Could such a feat really be done?
"Cast aside doubt, focus your minds, and channel your energy. When I activate the Nexus in Freljord, you will know where to divert your arcana. Trust in the power of your fellow mages, and we will succeed." Another pause, another wash of confused looks, however, after a moment, over 1000 faces steeled themselves for what was about to happen...
"Begin." At the behest of the voice, the throngs of summoners began to energize the many Nexuses of the League with power, bringing the massive arcane batteries to life.
On Summoner's Rift, twin beams of energy, purple and blue, crackled and rose into the sky above the field. Their crystalline cousins on the Crystal Scar pulsed and shone bright with light, arcs of arcane might reaching across the expanse before rising into the air as well. Far across the seas on the Shadow Isles, the two Nexuses of the Twisted Treeline came to life, their power arcing through the sky toward the mainland. Deep in the bowels of the Institute itself, the forgotten constructs of the Magma Chamber burned with energy and launched their power high into the sky. Mogron Pass and the field known as the Proving Grounds spewed forth its arcana as well, illuminating the peaks of Mount Targon and bathing them in azure and violet radiance. And then, amidst the temporarily abandoned work crews, the two Nexuses in Freljord, on opposite ends of the Howling Abyss, sparked to life, throwing their light skyward, mixing with the auroras in the skies above.
The entirety of Valoran had been brought to life as the might of the League of Legends and the Institute of War was awakened, as if from a great slumber, its power ready to converge upon the command of one individual. That individual stood atop the highest point of the League, watching as the pillars of azure and violet streamed across the sky of Valoran, and met in one massive singularity above the fields of the Institute. At his side stood five Summoners, another female summoner, and the portable Nexus used to pacify the Kalamanda Conflict.
"It has begun... For better or for worse, we're moving out." Without a second thought or word, his eyes glanced to those accompanying him, before his hand made contact with the Nexus, and a pulse of golden light surrounded the seven figures and the construct, pulling them from the Institute of War, to the icy northern lands of Freljord...
It had begun.