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[supernova-114]

Comic where ryze is the mage

[aurelion-solar]

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[staincastle]

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[yurisolde]

made one of these fucking things

[phalanxus]

This comic series titles "Magically Oblivious Garen" explores different aspects of Runeterra's lore as if viewed by someone who cannot (or refuses to) perceive magic/supernatural beings.

It's mostly a joke, of course, but I really fell in love writing and drawing these 🥰

[omilkandhoneyteao]

Gonna post this here cause I commented it on @belladoes post but

ARCANE SEASON 2 SPOILERS

Making Viktor the mage was (in my opinion) a really bad decision and I really feel like they should’ve stuck with Ryze as the mage because by making Viktor the mage it 1) makes the world of arcane even smaller because somehow EVERYONE is connected to each other??? Makes it seem like there’s a population of 30 in Zaun and Piltover and 2) makes it that Viktor and Jayce’s friendship was predestined and not because they WANTED to be friends if that makes sense

It would’ve been SO good to make the mage Ryze like how everyone thought it was because Ryze’s whole magic is Rune Magic which would mesh well with the whole wild rune thing they had going on AND (correct me if I’m wrong because I don’t play league) his whole power thing is teleporting and collecting World Runes so they don’t fall in to the wrong hands which would go well because Jayce and his mom were saved during that blizzard by being transported to safety! Plus by adding Ryze, they would’ve had a character who is actually experienced with magic and runes which could’ve helped SO much!

Idk this is just what I think 🫣

[my-kneecaps]

Somewhere out there in the world, there's an exceedingly purple man who just woke up in a cold sweat

[nightblossom05]

Making Viktor the one who gave Jayce the hex stone robbed us of Ryze and the World Runes.

[l0vagrend]

What is "arcane" and what happened to Jayce and Viktor ? [+Ekko]

[ aka an arcane theory ramble based on League of Legends lore and what we know from the show ]

I. Runes

We know runes are powerful symbols and magical energy that is / was used by mages a long time ago, but was banished and forgotten by Piltover, because of the influence of Heimerdinger. Who saw what magic can do and how it can lead to ruin.

Jayce was saved by a mage and arcane/magical energy [hence the crystal in his wrist].

In the game's lore, there exist the most powerful runes, the World Runes. These runes are speculated to be the creator of everything in Runeterra. Everything came from these runes. However since they hold this enormous power, they are very dangerous and in wrong hands can cause ruin and destruction. Posessing just one rune, a fracture of a rune even, is enough to corrupt its wielder's mind. [khm Lord of the Rings].

I believe "arcane" aka magic, comes from these runes, and is present all over the land.

II. Ryze, the rune mage

In the game, a character named Ryze wields the task of collecting the World Runes to keep away from civilizations. He witnessed the runes destructive powers first hand during the Rune Wars. Where nations posessing just even one rune made them hungry for power.

Ryze binds each rune in a secret location far away from the eyes of others.

The Runes and arcane surrounding Ryze transformed his body, extended his life span. He went from a human looking mage to a purple rune mage. [Viktor is purple as well where his body made contact with the Hexcore]

III. In Legends of Runeterra

Legends of Runeterra is another Riot Games game revolving around the world of LoL. In it 5 shards of the World Runes are mentioned : shard of madness, shard of betrayal, shard of violence, shard of hope, shard of reverence. However there are at least 9 runes we know of from both Ryze's lore and Runeterra's.

So there is a possibility that a 6th Rune is present in the Arcane storyline.

IV. Hextech, artificial magic

Jayce created artificial arcane energy based on his experience with a mage. Hextech merges ancient magical powers with technology and machines.

HEX LITERALLY MEANS CURSE.

RUNETERRA HAS THE WORD RUNE IN IT.

But back to being normal !

V. Wild runes

Wild runes could mean that the original form of runes and arcane is present beyond the artifical machinery. It evolves and corrupts the environment around itself [see Victor's followers, the Hexgate, Ekko's tree].

VI. But where did Jayce go ?

I have 2 ideas for the whole Hexgate mind-fuckery. 1) its just arcane and runes related, 2) its arcane AND time related.

Its possible that the Wild Runes showed Jayce through visions the foreseeable future of the arcane corruption getting really out of hand [Victor and his followers changing in huge ways mentally not just physically].

But also Jayce himself got corrupted by the Wild Rune. His mind is all over the place.

His new LoL skin has a voice line that goes like :

"Unmade, made again. I never know how much of me is left."

Which could imply that he was changed in a much deeper level. I mean hell he looks fucked up and fused with arcane energy.

VII. What will happen with Viktor ?

He will lose his humanity fully and turn to machinery, become against humans and what makes them humans overall. I mean that is just canon LoL lore so its most likely to happen.

He will most likely be reconstructed, because his conciousness is still active and well in some kind of aether.

But also, in the intro we can see Jayce's hand is the one putting the mask on Viktor, he is the reason, like a butterfly effect that caused Viktor to become who he is, the Machine Herald.

[there is a highly likely possibility that LoL Viktor will receive a rework after Arcane to fit the canon]

VIII. What will happen to Ekko ?

In the game he has time related abilities, so it would fit that when he comes back he gains these abilities. Rewinding time will be useful thats for sure ! [Idk about Heimerdinger tho]

BUT this is all i could come up with so far and these are just thoughts and theories ! :]]

posts/videos that inspired me to make this : 1, 2, where did jayce go ?, the cataclysm, ryze cinematic explained

[aufberontrove]

I know it’s pretty crack theory but what if the bro butterfly is Ryze

I know it’s not true but wouldn’t it be awesome

[papuchochoe]

Some more Biego posting, before I disappear for like a month or two ✌💜

[eqeqeqeqeqeqeq]

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BLUE POWER FOREVER

EQEQEQEQEQEQEQ ARCANE POWER UP YOUR ASS! NOW YOU ARE DEAD!

[aurelion-solar]

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[chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct]

Totally Average Noxian Childhood Experiences

The first two most important events in Valena's childhood.

Word count: idk but I locked in with this one guys🧍‍♀️

CW: death, blood, gore, terrible writing, unrealistically mature 8 year old girl

A song for the read 🩷

In the dark aftermath of calamity, a spectral whisper lingers. This haunting sentiment takes root within the hearts and minds of those who have endured while others did not. A somber echo of existence's cruelty. Survivor's guilt. Valena Asmodeus Vandabaum-Swain was intimately acquainted with it. For so long it had clung to her very being that any memory of a time before had long since faded into obscurity.

House Swain stood as a symbol of great significance and formidable power in Noxus. Within its old halls, her uncle Jericho uncovered a clandestine web of betrayal woven by their own blood against the empire. When these schemes were revealed, the Noxian High Command acted with an unyielding swiftness and a resolute determination that left no room for delay or argument. Not even a trial.

She recalls standing alongside her father and uncle, two who would be spared from their family’s grim fate. Before them, a sea of civilians, nobles, and soldiers alike had gathered. The jeers and hisses of the crowd rose in a thundering cacophony as each member of House Swain was met with the cold edge of one of their own blades. By the time it reached her youngest cousin, a young man of merely nineteen, the once-sharp blade had dulled. It took several agonizing swings before his head finally fell, each wet thunk hanging heavy in the air like an oppressive, lingering smog.

But it is the silence that lingers in her memory most vividly. She remains uncertain whether the crowd had truly fallen silent, or if it was merely a figment of her overwhelmed mind.

She felt her uncle's hand rest gently on her shoulder, a fleeting comfort before her father drew her close. His cloak enveloped her, and his hand shielded her eyes from the grim scene. He should have done that sooner.

She remembers standing atop the grand staircase of Swain Manor, a wooden sword gripped tightly in her hand. The echoes of her friends' laughter faded through the vast, empty halls, leaving only the silence and her solitude. The portrait that once adorned the top of the grand staircase was gone. It had been a beautiful depiction of her grandparents' wedding day, painted in vibrant reds, ashy blacks, and glittering pure golds. Now, it was just... gone. The space where the portrait once hung was now a lighter patch on the wall, a silent void. She wondered what might come to fill that emptiness.

Many Noxians hold the belief that exposing their young to violence is beneficial, fostering strength. This is why, at the tender age of eight, Valena found herself living in a fort on the Noxian-Ionian border, alongside the remnants of her family. A year had passed, and Valena often found herself mimicking the commanding officers, their stern voices and precise movements becoming her own. Following their drills became a way to pass the time, each routine a subtle dance of discipline and endurance.

It was cold, colder than it had ever been in the capital. Valena thought the snow was rather nice. It blanketed the ground like diamonds and stars, and for the first time in a long while, she felt herself beginning to let go. And then The Boar came.

Ionian Boars, once monstrous creatures that towered three times the size of bears, roamed the lands in formidable majesty.

Legionnaires began to vanish in groups. Those sent out on supply runs or hunts never returned. It wasn't long before their provisions dwindled, leaving them with nothing but the haunting specter of hunger. Livestock was scarce in the fort, and it would have been foolish to kill the few chickens they had, even if they hardly laid eggs in the cold. Yet that evil little rooster had met his end. Jericho had shared him with Valena, and the legs, always her favorite, were especially delicious. She vividly recalls fiercely protesting the suggestion of eating the dogs, a disturbingly popular idea. Eventually, leather became their main form of sustenance. Softened in boiling water made from melted snow, what once lined the inside of their armor now lined the inside of their stomachs.

She had glimpsed the boar a few times from the top of the fort wall. Though not as colossal as the stories claimed, it was still a fearsome creature, a true monster in its own right. It was large enough for two, perhaps three, to ride upon. Its hide had been turned into a pincushion by many an arrow. Only The Lamb and The Wolf could fathom what possessed her to believe she could kill it.

She half-remembered slipping from her bed, already fully dressed. As she silently passed her sleeping mother and father, she took her father's sword and slipped out of their makeshift "house" into the cold night air. She waited patiently as the guards made their rounds, observing the glow of their lanterns and the distorted shadows they cast. Timing her movements carefully, she managed to slip out unnoticed into the night. It had been several days since the last snowfall, making it easy to follow the boar's tracks even though the only light guiding her came from the dim glow of the half-lit moon above.

It's den reeked of rot. Bodies lay scattered outside, their red cloaks and armor marking them as Noxian legionnaires. Fresh and old blood still stained the snow. Fifty, perhaps sixty, good soldiers had met their end here or nearby. Their bodies, hardly, if at all, nibbled, suggested the boar wasn’t just killing for food. Maybe, Valena thought, the beast was driven by a deeper, darker impulse. Sport or perhaps vengeance for it's kind.

If you asked Valena what happened next, she'd tell you it was all a blur. The cold grip of fear was far harsher than the freezing night, but she remembers seizing a shield from the ground and clanging her sword against it, drawing the boar into the open There was no way to run. She dug her boots into the snow. The boar's squeals filled her ears, clouding her senses as she watched it run at her.

She felt like she was suffocating. She was drowning in a sea of fur. She screamed trying to silence the beast. Her hands remained tightly wrapped around the sword, the hilt pressing into her chest, and the blade buried deep within the boar. Blood soaked her as she sobbed, a cold burn searing across her face. The boar wouldn't stop squirming and screeching on top of her, each moment stretching into an eternity before it finally went still. It took her forever to claw her way out from beneath the massive boar, screaming and crying in fear and pain. She thought she had died. Two figures gazed down at her— a black wolf with golden eyes and a cloaked man carrying a staff whose purple skin was etched with runes. The wolf looked at her long and hard before turning back to the woods and vanishing. The man watched silently. She paid him no mind, thinking he had come to escort her soul to the underworld.

With determined focus, she moved around the clearing, gathering cloaks from the fallen soldiers and tying them together. She then tied the makeshift rope to the boar's corpse, preparing to haul it back to the fort.

A faint sound from the mouth of the den caught her attention, drawing her inside. At the back, nestled among bones, clothing, and fur, lay another boar. A boarlet, no larger than a small dog, cowered before her. She could end it there, saving it and perhaps others from future suffering. A large rock lay just a few feet away, the perfect instrument for such a grim task. The weight of the decision pressed down on her, as heavy as what must have been the boarlet's mother just a half hour before.

The sun began to rise behind the fort, casting a soft glow that made the snow glitter once more. Valena, with a strength she shouldn't have, dragged the dead boar behind her, leaving a trail of crimson on the pristine white landscape. With the sleeping boarlet cradled close to her chest, half her vision, and a blue teardrop crystal in her hand, Valena approached the fort. The shouts of the guards raising the alarm reached her ears as she looked up at them, weary but resolute.

Anywayyyyy I hope y'all like it!!! I really want to keep writing for Valena but I don't know if I can continue getting around dialogue we all know I absolutely suck at dialogue 😂

@rainwingmarvel7 🩷

[phalanxus]

Ryze Combos for when you need that extra edge

[galenarts]

Oh don't mind me dropping these