#yordles fanfiction

[inloveanddepth]

love these guys

[tinypurplewizardfan]

Scary Isn't Fun

Summary: Lulu stumbles across Boleham. She decides to give the terribly self-important shadow person there a change of perspective.

989 words

(Written back in 2022 and apparently I never posted it! Here it is. Hope you all enjoy.)

She giggled to herself from her spot up in the tree. It’d been a sapling hours prior but she’d helped it grow to give her the perfect hiding spot. Pix hovered just above her shoulder, the hum of his wings tickling her ear. She readied her staff.

She’d spotted someone in need of a little whimsy during her travels through a town called “Boleham”, a strange name considering the town had neither Boles nor Hams. She’d fixed the latter by turning some of the sheep into pigs, which caused a good laugh amongst the dreary humans. She also turned one of the houses pink just for fun before slipping away into the forest to watch from afar. A few minutes later, a terribly self-important fellow who was about her height marched into town and began yelling at the humans and gesticulating with his staff. He’d then destroyed her wonderful pink house!

This guy needed to lighten up, that was for sure. She couldn’t even see his mouth and she knew it had to be pulled into a tight frown. That wouldn’t do. She decided he needed a change in perspective, just for a little bit! It’d be fun. 

Along with using her magic to grow the sapling which was now her tree, she also sent up a pulse of magic so he’d know to come here. It worked wonderfully, and the rather cross shadow person in purple robes was stalking around the forest now. She could hear the rustling of plants as he pushed them aside with his staff, along with his mutterings. 

She caught sight of the purple. At least he did have a penchant for colors! That meant he wasn’t totally mopey. He just needed a little push. . .

She pointed her staff at the figure and whispered, “pop!”

A jolt of swirling purple-green-blue magic emerged from the wood and snaked its way down to the grump. In an instant, the purple robes and shadows were gone, replaced by a neon blue squirrel. She giggled and danced in her seat. 

Pix, however, tugged sharply on her ear.

“What?” She looked at him.

He pointed back down. The blue squirrel wasn’t there anymore. She tuned into the hum of her own magic, which revealed a streaking trail going deeper into the forest. That was weird. Most people-squirrels just sat there in confusion and remarked at their lack of thumbs, which was funny.

“Aww, no fun.” Lulu kicked her leg against the branch she sat on.

The enchantment would wear off in a bit. She decided to stay in her hiding place and see if the shadow figure would come back all confused-like, which wouldn’t be as funny but it’d still be worth something. One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two. . . poof! Squirrel time was over. 

A big dark blue-purple ball of fire rocketed down from the sky and slammed into the ground just ahead of her tree. The heat of the blast felt like dunking her face in a too-hot hot spring and the shockwave nearly knocked her hat off. Pix was flung backwards but managed to grab hold of her hair.

Two more crashed down to the left and right, before she heard the sound of one above her. Gasping, she jumped from her spot and hit the ground running.

She whimsied herself into a greenish color to blend in. The balls of fire were crashing down all around her now, chasing her as she leapt over roots and bushes and branches. She pointed her staff towards a mangle of leaves behind her and shaped them into a scary-looking figure. 

A blindingly bright flash of light (although it was also sort of darkness?) enveloped the forest behind her. It was not good energy. It was the kind of energy that sent her fur standing on end. The poor leaves! She couldn’t feel their magic anymore. They were gone, all gone, obliterated completely by the frightening energy.

She bit back tears as she made herself run faster than she ever had before in her life. She reached the edge of the forest and, turning herself a more golden color to match with the grass, she threw herself down in the stalks and stayed very, very still.

After a long period of silence, she peaked her eyes above the tips of the grass. Upon catching sight of purple robes she flinched down again. Nothing happened. She peaked up once more. 

The yellow orbs shining from the shadowy face were darting back and forth. He held his staff clutched in both gauntlets ahead of him, pointing it wherever the wind rippled the grass. A bird rustled the leaves of a tree just to his right and he flinched, snapping in the direction and unleashing a hail of fireballs from the tip of his staff. Lulu squeaked. The tree was reduced to ashes and the bird was nowhere to be seen.

After a few more minutes of jumping at shadows (and many more trees dismembered,) the purple wizard did one last scan before disappearing back into the forest. Lulu let out a deep breath and shifted herself back to her normal colors. 

“P-Pix?” She whispered.

She gasped when she heard no response. 

“Pix? Pix! Pix!” She cried, checking her pockets and combing through her hair, but the little fae was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, his voice came into her mind, just a little peep, “He’s returning to some kind of tower.”

“Where are you?”

“Following him.”

“Pix!” She pouted. “I don’t think he likes us very much. We should go.”

“Aren’t you curious?”

“We’ve never had someone react that way b-before.” She hugged her knees tight. The tears were coming back and she didn’t like it. “I think we scared him.”

“So?”

“We don’t scare people.” She wagged her finger. “That’s a new rule. Scary isn’t fun.”

“Fine.” 

Pix appeared in a flash of ruby beside her. He settled on her shoulder, wings flicking with irritation.

[metalichotchoco]

The new chapter is out :] Yippee! I should maybe change the tags to include hurt- comfort at this rate lol

[randofanficrecs]

Fandom: Hextech Mayhem: a League of Legends Story, League of Legends

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Heimerdinger (League of Legends), Ziggs (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Strangers to rivals, Yordles (League of Legends), Hijinks & Shenanigans, Mad Science, a centuries long Rivalship, its basically when your crazy college roommate visits and leaves chaos in their wake

Series: Part 2 of Admiral Anarchy Says Farewell Riot Forge

Summary:

Nobody could find flaws in Heimerdinger's inventions like Ziggs, and nobody could improve Ziggs' formulations like Heimerdinger. They were two halves of a mad engineering whole, best friends forged in the fires of explosions and competitive rivalry.

Even moving from Bandle Woods to Piltover wouldn't change that.

..... .... ... .. .

This was written for the 2024 Farewell Riot Forge Zine as a response to the Riot layoffs and shuttering of Riotforge.

[zephyr-rat]

Green Giant (NEW STORY): A Puffcap Collecting Adventure

After a rough encounter with the supposed Whump king, Twitch tries to get ZAC to spy on him, thinking he's planning a conquest on his beloved sewer kingdom. As Zac digs deeper, he finds a group of Bandle Scouts on a quest to get their Puffcap Collection badge.

Timeline:

Hope is in my Hands!

What the Sumps Taught Me (Twitch color story)

Prices and Puffcaps

The Sentient Potion

Puffcap Collecting Adventure

The Monsters Under the Trash Bags

Fresh Sump Blood

[king-sil44]

Alright Arcane fandom. Last three episodes drop tomorrow. Yaaaaaaaayyy…

BUT LETS NOT THINK ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW!

I posted gay yordle fanfiction!

There it is. I did it! Little Kledinger fanfic for the very small community of people who ship them because the amount of fanfics on AO3 for them is CRIMINALLY low.

Also uh special tag for @antleredoctopus cuz they are not only the one who’s art got me into the ship and spurred me on to write but they also reposted my post about it and seemed excited soooo thank you so much you talented person!🤩😊❤️

[cosmicfelines]

I have a MIGHTY NEED to make some power points about the world of Runeterra for all you Arcane fans who know absolutely nothing about the world in which Arcane takes place.

Like I read some fanfictions and realize most of you know next to nothing. Don't get me wrong, I'm not criticizing you not knowing ALL the lore, I just wish for more people to learn about the world building of Runeterra because it's an amazing universe.

I know it is kind of intimidating and the first thing I hear people say is I don't play League of Legends. But me and every other lore reader can tell you that League of Legends the game doesn't have anything to do with the lore. Heck the other Riot Games like Legends of Runeterra, Ruined King and Hextech Mayhem have more to do with the lore and world than the main game.

The first lore fact I like to hit Arcane fans with is that there are bunch of islands full of ghosts and undead people not that far from Piltover and Zaun on the SouthEast, this are the Shadow Isles. Even closer to the Piltover and Zaun just to the East are a bunch of lawless islands full of actual pirates and giant sea monsters roaming the waters, the Serpent Isles and Bilgewater the port city. Since Bilgewater is closer to the Shadow Isles than P&Z they get invaded by the ghosts that come to harvest their souls at least once a year.

And that's just a small section of the world all of this and more is happening while Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Silco and Ekko are doing their own thing in the Twin Cities (modern name for Piltover and Zaun). Which I can assure you are the most normal places in this magical and crazy world.

This is not me saying it's a boring region I just want for people to learn more about the rest of the world because look at Piltover & Zaun

Look at them! They're so tiny you can't even see their territory. Oh you don't see it? Let me put it into perspective

This is all of Runeterra as we know it today, there are two places you can't easily see on this map like Baddle City, which is the place all Yordles come from, and the territories corrupted by The void which is that gray lifeless part under Shurima and Ixtal.

And that's what we know of right know, further to the East is another continent that has what was formerly known as Camavor and the modern nation of Kathkan

(Also don't worry the map is not wrong, there's a lore reason for why the Shadow isles don't appear in this map)

This is an 1000 year old map, the northern continent is called Valoran (that's where the name for Valorant came from), the southern continent is called Shurima (yes there's a nation also called Shurima) and as you can see Piltover was once a Shuriman town called Oshra Va'Zaun.

That's where the name Zaun comes from, there's a whole lot of lore history of why it changed. How Silco came to know about that name is most likely and taken as canon that he just heard the original name of the city by the oral tradition of Zaun.

This is what I was talking about @museofzero

When I said there's so much to discover and still being explored of Runeterra to this day I was not kidding just look at those maps! Do you have any idea the amount of stuff happening all over Runeterra all the time??!!!

Part of me really wants to do those power points and put them here on Tumblr

[calucadu]

Missing - Chapter 2

Missing, a League of Legends Fanfic. Chapter 2.

Summary: When a yordle goes missing, all Hell breaks loose. Or maybe it’s the best thing that could’ve happened to him.

Characters: Rumble, Ziggs, Tristana, Teemo, Poppy, Heimerdinger, Vi, Caitlyn

Rating: Mature

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Ziggs P.O.V.

 I wasn’t happy about my hunch being correct, but at least it was something. I had run to my room and came up with a quick sketch of the Institute and the buildings surrounding it. I tried to make it as simple and realistic as possible and when I had it done, I looked over it quickly, to check if anything was missing. Then I hurried to find Tristana, who was with Teemo. I hadn’t included him in my plans, but another brain on the job was actually a positive thing. I explained briefly what had happened and what we’d found and I showed them my map, explaining roughly where the security cameras were located. They listened intently and even asked a few questions.

“So, you’re saying” Teemo spoke after I’d finished “that if Tristy had left the Institute, she would’ve been spotted by the cameras here or here.”

“Yeah.”

“But you watched the footage and you found nothing.”

“But where is the mech, then? Where’s Rumble? How come they’ve disappeared?” Tristana asked, her brow furrowed as she inspected my drawings.

“I don’t know! That’s what we need to find out!” I nearly yelled, throwing my hands up into the air before they rested against my head.

“And the magic detectors, are they reliable?”

“They told me they were 100% trustworthy. Like, they can’t be wrong, all magic leaves traces and all magic can be detected.”

“Let’s look at it from a different point of view.” Teemo started, frowning. “Why don’t we treat it as if Rumble’s disappearance and Tristy’s disappearance are two different things?”

“But that’s impossible!” I whined, slamming my head against the table.

“Hear me out, Ziggs. Let’s focus on finding Rumble. So there are no security cameras in the living areas. What if he just took off from there?”

“No, I’m with Ziggs. There’s no way Tristy and Rumble’s disappearances are a coincidence. But this doesn’t add up. They didn’t teleport their way out, they didn’t leave using the main gates…”

We discussed it for a few minutes, feeling like it got us nowhere. So, I decided we should take a break. It was getting pretty late, and it had been a long time since I’d had anything to eat. With all the things going on, I’d ignored my grumbling tummy.

“I’m going to get some food. You want anything? We can’t come up with something on an empty stomach.” I said, getting up.

“No, I’m fine. I’ll look over your sketches while you’re gone.” Tristana said, shaking her head.

“I must say, these drawings are impressive, Ziggs.” Teemo whispered, a small smile on his lips. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Yeah, he’s quite the artist.” The female yordle answered, grinning back at him.

“Thanks.” I muttered, my mind elsewhere. “Teemo? You want anything?”

“Eh? No, thanks. We had dinner a while ago.”

On my way to the canteen to see if they had any leftover food, I found Poppy and Heirmendinger talking, probably about Rumble. I asked them to join me and they followed me while she was explaining what had happened earlier.

I offered her some food, which she gladly took. She had skipped dinner with me to watch the footage, and then we’d just forgotten, too wrapped up in the recent events.

The two yordles went back with me and Poppy and I started eating while they went over what we already knew. They were silent before Heimerdinger spoke.

“The only explanation I can come up with” He said, his finger tracing over the drawings “is that Rumble tampered with the security cameras.”

“What?” I asked, incredulous.

“It’s literally the only thing that makes sense. No magic, he just vanishes? It’s scientifically impossible.”

“But he wouldn’t do that!”

“He would if he wants to get away! And to me it seems pretty clear that he does! Rumble’s good with this kind of thing. He could’ve forced the tape to loop or something while he escaped.”

We were all silent, letting that sink in.

“He’s pretty smart, Ziggs.” Poppy whispered, crestfallen. “If he’d wanted to leave, he’d make sure to make it impossible for us to track him down.”

“Did he know about the security cameras?” Teemo asked.

“They are pretty obvious to spot.” Tristana stated, pointing at one in the corner.

“I didn’t know that there were security cameras!” I lashed out at them, my fists hitting the table. “What makes you think he would know?”

“There’s one right there! Anyone could spot them! You’re just not very observant.” Poppy seemed pretty frustrated, but not as much as I was.

“And Rumble is?” I inquired, defensively. I knew him better than any of these yordles, and there they were, pretending that they did.

“He noticed when I got a new haircut.” Tristana whispered, looking down at her intertwined hands. No doubt she thought that Heimerdinger was right.

“That’s because he likes you.” I snapped back at her.

“Ziggs.” Poppy’s face had softened. She placed a hand on my shoulder and gazed into my eyes with what was probably a comforting look. “I know you’re only acting like this because you don’t want the truth to sink in, but I think you need to calm down.”

“You calm down when it’s your best friend that’s missing!” I snarled, getting up and brushing her off. “I’m leaving for Bandle. Where did I put my rucksack?”

I looked around me frantically until Heirmedinger cleared his throat, forcing me to look at him.

“Ziggs, don’t do this. Don’t put your career on the line for him.” He warned, his face stern.

“He’ll be back, Ziggs.” Teemo smiled, probably thinking that would make me calmer. “And with another mech or something. Maybe he just needs some alone time.”

“Just because you’re a loner doesn’t mean he fucking is.” I growled, taking him aback. His face showed surprise and then sadness and I clicked my tongue. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. It’s just… I don’t think this is like when he made Tristy. He warned me then. He was excited about it. He wanted to prove his point. This time he’s just vanished and we’ve got no lead and it’s really upsetting… and…”

I started sniffing and sobbing at that point. I let my body fall limp against the chair and I felt Tristana hold my hand and smile sweetly at me.

“It’s hard for us, too, Ziggs, but we’re here for you. Trust us. And trust him. He’s coming back. Please don’t leave.”

“What would you have me do?” I yelled, tears rolling down my cheeks, wetting my fur. I shut my eyes tightly, maybe to stop myself from crying any more.

“I’ll talk to the Tribunal.” Poppy whispered, sounding dead serious. “They’ll conduct an investigation if you’re that worried. But don’t risk your career. You’ll regret it if it really isn’t something important.”

Poppy came back with Vi and Caitlyn tailing behind. There had been the ones put on the case and had even came to hear us out, which was impressive, considering how late it was. I went over everything, while the others contributed by pointing out the stuff I’d accidentally left out.

“OMG, it’s so cute!” Vi squealed, a teasing smirk on her face. “Yordles conducting an investigation! Cupcake, I say we let them continue on their own, it’s just too adorable for us to interfere.”

Her partner shot her a look before she cleared her throat. “Just ignore her. We’ll do everything we can to solve this case.”

“Thank you very much, officers.” Poppy said, offering them a seat.

“I’m sorry, this might be a bit upsetting but I have to ask you some questions. Please answer truthfully and keep in mind that anything you omit will just hinder the investigation.”

“Of course.” The female yordle answered, eyeing me suspiciously.

“First of all, was Rumble acting strange before his disappearance?” Caitlyn asked, cocking her head to the left as she prepared to write down anything we might say.

“Yes!” Tristana hurried to answer. “He was very secretive! I mean, he’s always been a bit reserved but he was acting strange. He would hardly be with us, and when he did, he looked scruffy, wearing the clothes he’d worn the previous day and stuff like that.”

“He wasn’t eating properly.” Heirmendinger spoke carefully. I turned to look at him, surprised he’d picked up on that. I mean, I had, but because he was my best friend. Was whatever that had happened to him that obvious for everyone except for me? Was something wrong with Rumble that I hadn’t picked up on?

“Care to elaborate?” Caitlyn asked.

“He would hardly go to the canteen, and when he did, I barely saw him eat anything. I mean, I don’t know what it was like at his apartment, but…”

“He’s right, he wasn’t feeding himself properly.” I said. “Not even at his place. I didn’t notice, I…”

I stopped myself from sobbing when I saw the sad look the officers gave me, obviously struck by how much I cared for him.

“I’m sorry…” I sniffed, wiping my face with my paw.

“Don’t worry. We understand. Did anything happen to him for him to act this way?”

There was a silence I decided to break, thinking about what she’d said before.

“He’d been rejected.”

“What do you mean? Had some of his work been rejected or…?”

“I rejected his affections for me.” Tristana whispered, a lump in her throat. “I didn’t do it bluntly, and it was a long time ago, but Ziggs and I both think it had probably sunk in.”

“The last time I spoke to him it was about this. He’d realised she didn’t like him in the same way.”

“Anything else that was off about him?”

“He was never in his home when we went to see him.” Tristana stated.

“He claimed to be working on Tristy in his lab all the time. That’s pretty much all I can think of.” I whispered.

“I’m sorry, Ziggs.” Heirmedinger got up. “I really think Rumble’s run away. I’m not going to be of much help and it’s really late. If you need me to answer any questions, I’ll do so gladly, but that won’t change my opinion on what’s happened. Good luck on your investigation and I hope Rumble comes back soon, but I’m leaving.”

He nodded curtly at us before toddling off.

“It does seem like he wasn’t happy with his life.” Vi yawned, stretching. “I think he run away, too. Hey, Cupcake, mind if I hit the sack too?”

Caitlyn turned to her partner, a mixture of confusion and suspicion on her face.

“O…kay?”

“Night, yordles!” Vi had already turned around and was walking away as she said those words, waving back at us.

Caitlyn looked startled as she tried to get her head back on the current investigation.

“When did you last see him?”

While everyone there except me told her about the time he went to the canteen for breakfast and then not have anything to eat, I spoke about the time I’d gone to see him.

“I even invited him to come do something with me… but I was too stupid to realise something was up…”

“Ziggs.” Tristana put a paw on my shoulder, and I turned my head to look at her. “Don’t beat yourself up about this. None of us noticed.”

“Ziggs, I think you need to rest.” Poppy sighed, her face full of worry.

“It is late.” Caitlyn cocked her head and stared at me. “We will continue tomorrow. I have no more questions to ask.”

I wanted to whine, to complain about it, but they had all done more than enough so I just settled with burying my face in my paws and quieting an incoming sob.

“He’s taken it harder than I thought.” I heard Teemo whisper to the other yordles.

“You go on, I’ll take Ziggs to bed.” Tristana placed an arm over my shoulder and closed the gap between us, leaning in. One of her paws reached out to remove my hands from my face, and she looked into my eyes when I finally uncovered it. “Ziggs…”

“We will find Rumble.” Caitlyn spoke, and when I gazed at her, I found her standing up, a determined look on her face. “We will bring him home safe and sound. No, actually, you will. I am certain of it.”

“Yeah, Ziggs. Just you wait, he’ll be back.” Teemo smiled sweetly at me.

“Thanks everyone… for… for everything you’re doing for him… and for me.” I tried to smile but it was forced and hard, so I ended up giving up. “Good night.”

“Sleep well.” Poppy muttered as she walked away, looking back at me with worry.

Caitlyn bowed before heading out and Teemo snuck off before I noticed. Tristana and I were the only ones left in the room and I couldn’t hold in the tears anymore.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry!” She whispered, wiping the droplets away with her thumb.

“I can’t help it, I miss him so damn much!”

“Aw, Ziggs, everything will be okay.” She muttered, grabbing my head and rocking it gently against her chest, maybe to pacify my loud sobs. “We really should go to bed, though.”

“Yeah…” I sniffed, forcing myself away from her grip. I avoided her gaze as I got up and started walking out of the room. She followed close behind, not daring to break the silence and before I knew it, we had reached my apartment.

“Don’t cry.” She managed a smile. “It doesn’t suit you.”

“I know.” I croaked in between sobs.

We were eating our breakfast at the canteen when Caitlyn waved at me.

“Good morning, yordles.” She said when she was within earshot. “I’ve had specialists inspect the tapes and the footage. The security cameras haven’t been tampered with and the footage hasn’t been forced to loop or anything.”

“Okay…?” Teemo muttered, unsure of what to say. Tristana turned to me, a worried look on her face.

“What does this mean?” Poppy frowned, swallowing her cereal and lowering the spoon.

“What are you talking about?” Kennen asked, intrigued.

“Wait, wait.” I stammered. “So, we’re back to square one?”

“Seems like it.” Caitlyn whispered, a sympathetic look on her face as she stared at me.

“But then… what other option do we have…?” I mumbled, looking back down at my now soggy cereal that I didn’t really want to finish.

“Good morning.” Heimerdinger spoke as he put down the tray with his breakfast on the table. He watched the human and then cocked his head to look at me. “What’s going on?”

“The cameras haven’t been tampered with.” I sighed, pushing my food away and lowering my head.

“Oh.”

“So, ahm… what are we going to do now?” Tristana grabbed my hand as she spoke gently, looking into my eyes.

“Really, what’s going on? I don’t understand anything.” Kennen snapped, irritated after being ignored for so long. Poppy sighed and quickly informed the other of what had happened.

“Hmmm. What if he climbed out of a window or something?” He muttered after a small silence.

“Rumble? Climbing out of a window?” Heimerdinger nearly chocked on his breakfast. “Are you daft?”

“Or escaped through the roof?” Kennen was trying hard to come up with ideas, so I really couldn’t be angry with him.

“He couldn’t have done it with Tristy.” I mumbled, feeling a little disappointed.

“But she’s here… Oh, wait, never mind, you were talking about his mech.”

Caitlyn cleared her throat, maybe to make us focus back on her.

“I could ask them to look again, just to be sure.” She offered, but it was clear she thought it was hopeless.

I was about to reject her politely when the doors of the canteen opened with a bang and Vi came running in, a smirk on her face.

“Ziggs! Cupcake!” She screamed as she pushed her way to our table. She was panting by the time she got there but the smile was still on her features. “I’ve got a lead!”

[tamak0]

Guys this is serious.

Please support my friend that made a story about my darling Darcy. This is her backstory if you’re interested. He’s so talented and has a lot of beautiful fanfics about your favorites yordles.

After this he says he won’t write anymore, and it may be in part my fault because I wasn’t a good friend. I’m sorry dude, it feels like we can’t be both in the same page at the same time.

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Partners

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALBYYYY (@alby-rei )!!! Most feral in the lanes, calmest in the chats. Make it a wonderful day for yourself, get yourself all of the yummy cakes and husbandos and many many kills.

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire & Arcana

Prompt: Is it still fanfiction when it is set in my own world?

Warnings: steampunk.

Word count: 2K

“All ready?” It were the brilliant blue eyes peeking from the wilderness of blonde and white fur that caught Alby’s attention first, an apprehensive look on the features of the old teacher who looked rather regretful as he watched the suitcase next to her, a letter in hand that he was reluctant to part with.

Professor Heimerdinger wasn’t a man of fond tendencies, having a hard time expressing himself in the right way, or any way other than his enthusiasm for intellectualism and inspiring the younger generation to continue the pursuit of academia and research. It was a satisfying life for the yordle, to guide his apprentices with what he loved most; science. Yet, that love wasn’t enough, often, as Heimerdinger was, though old, also mortal and at some point limited in what he could teach and advise in. Such was the case now, when he had to depart from a beloved student.

“Almost!” Alby exclaimed, her voice pitching up before dashing over to the yordle, quick to fall on her knees before scooping the yordle into a hug, her nose burying away one last time in the vast curls and fluffy hair that had made Heimerdinger look so much bigger than he actually was. The truth was, she was ready, Alby had been prepared for departure ever since Heimerdinger had suggested that he could write a recommendation to help further her research. The research she had been working on so tirelessly and that had met its ceiling here within Zaun, where Heimerdinger, though wise and knowing, saw that his friend could help better.

“I will miss you,” the female murmured affectionately into Heimerdinger’s fur, and the yordle allowed it to happen, relaxing into the hug as he gently reached for her back to pat it.

“And I you, little miss.”

“Who?” A man with golden eyes asked her when Alby knocked on the door. Getting to Golden City was an easy time. The trek through the mountains surprisingly was the least arduous part. To figure out which one of the three layers Leonardo, old friend of professor Heimerdinger, and also Alby’s new mentor-to-be, was another matter. She had eliminated ‘The Underground’, the lowest layer, quickly enough, figuring that such a renowned scientist wouldn’t spend his time there. But the rumours and the stories of the locale were confusing and conflicting, and when there was none to pick her up at the Central Plaza, like her invitation had instructed, Alby was left hopelessly lost in the great city that wasn’t even actually gold.

“Professor Heimerdinger wrote to you about her, you agreed on taking her in?” Comte, a friend of Leonardo and the one who had eventually picked up Alby, pitched in, “don’t tell me you forgot,” the man continued with little judgement and mostly exasperation.

The great scientist Da Vinci, or so you had been led to believe from professor Heimerdinger, was nothing like you had expected him to be. Far younger, far messier and so much less impressive as well. In a way, the man was the opposite of Heimerdinger; tall, dark, golden eyed and disorganised to the boot.

“Tuesday, right?” the man named Leonardo sighed, a whole puff of smoke coming along with it that made Alby wonder if a smoking habit wasn’t a safety hazard by itself.

Comte ignored that, however, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose before turning back to Alby with an apologetic look. “My deepest apologies here, for both him and on my own behalf. I have your room ready, my butler will show you.”

With those instructions left Alby was once more dumped on yet another stranger, while the door to Leonardo’s room shut close with a click followed by a disappointed; “it is tuesday,” answered with a groan that sounded like an ‘oh’, though any regret or apology seemed to be missing from that ‘oh’ as she could swear there could be a snicker heard through it.

“It is an honour to be able to work with master Leonardo,” Sebastian, the butler, told her not much later, an amicable smile on his face as he led Alby through the mansion settled in the upper layer of Golden City. The female could only smile at that, too anxious to really speak up yet, but also too confused to know how to respond yet as she was on the verge of disappointment and a mental breakdown at the disastrous first meeting.

It didn’t get better from there. Not at all.

“What do you mean, this is your lab?” Alby loudly challenged the man, her voice pitching up again, but not in joy and rather much in horror as she stepped into the smoke-infested room that Leonardo also doubled as his lab and tripled as his personal library and, so she was convinced, quadrupled as his personal trash bin.

“Why do you sound disappointed?” Leonardo gruffs, amusement lacing through his voice in the way that he understood very well why Alby was exasperated, but wanted her to spell it out, “I can’t work in organised places, don’t bother cleaning up,” he continues to tell Alby, a hand reaching out to pat her on the head before settling himself down somewhere between the mess and starting to work.

At this point Alby isn’t sure how to counter anymore, wondering if there doesn’t happen to be two Leonardo Da Vince’s in Golden City instead, with her ending up with the wrong man.

“Aren’t you going to work?” Leonardo’s voice snaps her out of it, golden eyes, wizened and ancient meeting hers again with a tender smile, “Cecil told me you had an interesting project ongoing,” he tells her, and for a moment Alby is struck with how different both Leonardo and Heimerdinger are, yet so alike in the inherent wisdom they carried within.

And so she starts to talk, laying out the foundations of her research, what her findings have been so far and the frustrating setbacks that even Heimerdinger couldn’t help her with and how it resulted in her ending up here, with Leonardo, in Golden City, far away from Zaun.

“Cara, your answer is easy,” Leonardo tells her afterwards, a bright smile as he rises up from his spot, towering over Alby once more with shining golden eyes that are brimming with untold ideas.

It is the start of a deep-dive down the city, with Alby barely keeping up with the man named Leonardo who seemed so full of lethargy back at his friend’s home where he lived, but so energetic once he travelled down. The Land, The Underground, the alleys, everything; fulfilling little favours, doing smaller side-jobs, helping out those in need, but ultimately bringing her to every part and side there is to see and experience in Golden City.

“Keep close, cara,” Leonardo calls over his shoulder, a teasing tilt on the corner of his lips while he continues waving himself through the crowd, a struggling Alby stumbling after him with flushed cheeks and fatigue clear on her face. The city dizzied her, the amount of alleys they had entered and exited and the three layers of Golden City mixing up within her memory as one big jumbled mess while Alby was trying to recall if they were heading back to The Sky yet, or if they were off to see yet another client of Leonardo.

Above all, Alby wasn’t quite sure how walking through Golden City helped her research at all, though she had long since stopped questioning Leonardo in any sort of manner, knowing that no answer was to come from it other than ‘wait and see’.

“Finally!” The female breathes to herself, allowing herself to fall into a seat when they stop at a lunchroom, a jug of water immediately put on the table as Leonardo passes an order with the waitress who nods mechanically.

“What do you think?” Leonardo is quick to ask before Alby has regained her breath properly, as she struggles to speak for a bit, her chest still heaving when she tries to gather together the observations of today.

“A lot,” she states first, before falling quiet, not satisfied with her own answer, “so, what I noticed,” Alby continues, restarting herself with a thoughtful look in her eyes as she she restates herself, the patience of Leonardo encouraging her to continue, “there seems to be a wide economic difference between The Sky and the Underground, right?”

It was the politest way she could put it in as Leonardo chuckles, his head nodding in approval, “yes,” he answers before a hand goes through his hair with a pensive expression, a regret forming.

“You noticed how hot The Underground is, right?” the man states slowly, and Alby eagerly nods, finding ‘hot’ to be still an understatement, “the citizens here also call it the Oven,” Leonardo continues as if confirming this thought that the female never stated, “it is where all of the heating and energy is generated to keep the city running, and The Sky afloat.”

It makes sense to Alby, she could see how that works, not having seen the full depth of The Underground yet, but felt the heat and the loud clattering noise that came bellowing from below, like there was a giant red monster beneath it all intent to burn everyone to crisp. She could also see how no one wanted to live there, or even near it, and why everyone that did live there stuck to the upper layer of The Underground.

“Economic differences is putting it lightly, cara,” Leonardo interrupts her thoughts and Alby is pulled out of her memories back as she intently listens, “another name for The Underground is The Sewers. People aren’t supposed to live there,” the man fills in lamentably, and an understanding settles within the female as she thinks back of the houses there and the people and the help Leonardo provided for free.

“Then what about the slums?” Alby questions, remembering those areas on The Land as well, and Leonardo chuckles bitterly;

“Just a step away from The Underground, get that?” he jests, but she can tell it wasn’t a joke entirely. Those people were truly only one ground away from a place that resembled actual hell in a way.

“Then why not help them?” The next question came as their lunch arrived, another throaty chuckle escaping Leonardo with a deep and fatigued sigh, though it was in no way aimed at Alby when he lit up his cigarillo.

“Trying to, will you help, cara?” His question rings, and slowly Alby starts to understand why Heimerdinger has sent her over to Leonardo’s side. It wasn’t just to learn.

“You think my plan can help them?” Alby carefully questions, avoiding the answer Leonardo’s question for now as the man chuckles, golden eyes affectionately meeting hers as smoke covers up the rest of his mien.

“I’m sure, cara,” he tells her, which is all of the confidence she needs.

“Leo!” a voice scolds through the air one early morning in The Sky. The air is fresh and crisp still, the mansion of Comte still quiet as it is interrupted by the quick step of a familiar figure, “Leo!” Alby repeats again, kicking open the door of his room with a foot before stepping in loaded off with all sorts of scrolls and other little trinkets she has managed to gather around.

The response she gets is dazed, a sleepy “cara,” escaping the man who wakes up in the middle of his mess when he sees a dangerous pile of more waltzing in and his door in shambles, “you will have to fix that,” he grumpily adds, but the affection for the other is obvious as Alby peeks from behind her full arms with an unimpressed expression.

“You can’t tell anyway from the rest of your room,” she deadpans him, earning a scoff from Leonardo who is already trying to make room on the floor for her, for his table has long since been conquered already and the rest of his room never seems to get any cleaner.

“Anyway!” Alby vigorously starts, finally relieving her arms as she skips across all of the items gathered along with her notes, rolling open one of the many scrolls she has found, “I was snooping around in the library and I have an idea.”

It was the start of yet another collaboration between the two lifelong partners.

[tinypurplewizardfan]

A Favor

Summary: Lord Veigar struggles with a conjuration that should be simple. Minion Number Forty-three tries his best to help.

Minion Number Forty-three was finishing applying his makeup for the day when suddenly the Mirror Mage appeared in the mirror he was using, causing him to smudge his eyeliner up in an unintended wing. He quickly scrubbed off the offending black liquid before facing to attention.

“Sorry, darling, but our illustrious lord requests your presence in his workshop at once!” She cackled, her apology more mocking than anything.

She disappeared as quickly as she came, revealing Forty-three’s face in the mirror again. His brown fur was smeared with black pretty much all over, even trailing up towards his ear. He whispered all the curses that they would never have let him say in Bandle before splashing his face with water and removing the makeup entirely.

He threw his hood up over his face and left the bathroom. He made his way through the busy tower, weaving his way around the tinkerers and spell-weavers and the impromptu cape-swooshing lesson that had been set up in the main hall. He sighed in jealousy as one of the new recruits, a Demacian by the looks of it, was already swooshing her cape as if she’d been born with it. Forty-three’s own cape-swooshing technique desperately needed some work, and his heart ached to join, but if Lord Veigar called for him personally, then it was essential he did not disappoint!

He climbed the many, many, many stairs up the tower until he reached the floor below the very tip of the spire. Lord Veigar’s personal quarters were a floor up, but right here was the master’s own personal workshop. Forty-three had never been in here before, but he’d seen the fire that rained from the windows of this floor often enough to be aware of its location.

There was a floor-length mirror placed outside at an awkward angle. He took a moment to smooth his robes before knocking on the door.

The door cracked. “Number Forty-three?

“Yes, my lord.”

“Come in.”

Forty-three held his breath as he crossed the threshold. He waited for magical energy to shock his senses, waited for fog to roll across the floor and lightning to crackle in the air, but none of that seemed to occur. Inside the room, rather, was an enormous window, dominated by an even bigger magnifying glass that distorted the blue morning sky. The walls were lined with shelves of books, not unlike the library a floor down. Everything else in the room had been pushed against said shelves, leaving an empty space, in the center of which stood Lord Veigar himself.

Forty-three finally got it into him to bow. “My lord!”

There was no response, and at this, Forty-three looked up. One of Lord Veigar’s eyes seemed to be. . . twitching. That couldn’t be a good sign. Further inspection of his Lordship revealed shaking hands and a quiet, breathy wheeze that filled the silence.

“My lord?”

Lord Veigar turned away, towards the window, before gesturing behind. “Stand, stand.”

“Is everything alright, my lor-”

“YES! Everything is FINE!” Veigar whirled around again, his eyes flaring like two embers that had just received a gust of wind.

Then, once more, his Lordship returned to face the window. It seemed as if he couldn’t decide which direction to face. Forty-three elected to remain still until he made up his mind.

“Shut the door,” he ordered.

Forty-three went and shut the door. Then he returned to position, standing as straight as an arrow.

“Do you have anything to do with Bandle City, Number Forty-three?”

“I have a sister, my lord.”

“Visit often?”

“W-well, um. . . her birthday was last month, and I, uh, requested time off for that?”

“Yes, I know, I cleared that. Quit babbling! You haven’t done anything wrong yet!”

“Yes, my lord, thank you, my lord.”

Finally, Lord Veigar turned around with a mighty flourish of his robes and clenching his enlarged gauntlet into a tight fist. “Open a portal to Bandle!”

“Right now? To my sister, my lord?”

“I don’t care where! Open a portal!”

Forty-three folded his hands together and nodded. He closed his eyes and envisioned a golden thread. This golden thread ducked and weaved around him, swirling in different bunches around the workshop until he was finally able to find the gleaming needle that led the pattern, which had ended up behind him. He felt a tug of warmth against his chest. He opened his eyes. Turning around was the portal, a golden, swirling mass, not unlike the bunches of string he had been taught to picture to conjure the thing.

Lord Veigar grabbed his arm with his smaller gauntlet, but instead of shoving Forty-three out of the way, he simply held his touch. Forty-three froze. Lord Veigar’s glance alternated between him and the portal. Then he let go and tranced around it. He dipped a finger of his gauntlet against the edges but recoiled before he could submerge it any farther. Then he disappeared behind its glimmer.

“My lord, it probably isn’t good to hold it open this long.” Forty-three suggested meekly.

“Close it.”

Forty-three loosened his concentration and the golden gleam winked out of existence. Lord Veigar had his hand presumably on his chin, as the arm of his cloak disappeared into the shadow that enveloped his form, creating quite an odd effect.

Lord Veigar then went over to a table that had been pushed aside and grabbed a pen and notebook. “Do it again.”

“Yes, my lord?”

Forty-three once again focused on the thread to find the needle, and another portal opened, this time in front of him and to the left. He took care to ensure this one led to a different place in Bandle, too- a safety precaution, hopefully. He held it open as his Lordship furiously scribbled notes.

“Close it, close it.” Lord Veigar waved dispassionately.

Forty-three closed the portal as he continued to write, or perhaps sketch. A period of two or three minutes passed and Forty-three shifted his weight from side to side.

“I-is that all, my lord?” He asked.

“No! Describe what it felt like.”

“To. . . conjure the portal?”

“Are you questioning me?” Lord Veigar’s gaze snapped up from the paper, causing him to shiver.

“Of course not!” Forty-three gave a swift half-bow. “To answer: conjuring the portal feels like a needle and thread.”

He gave an abridged version of the visualization technique he was taught in school. It was a fairly popular technique, only rivaled by the “water” technique some of the elder yordles preferred, although he didn’t go into that too in-depth.

“I take it you’re a water-type, my lord?” He finished.

“A what?” Lord Veigar narrowed his eyes.

“A water-type visualizer. To conjure the portal.”

His Lordship’s gaze drifted to the back wall. Forty-three turned around to find nothing but the same bookshelves. He turned back around and Lord Veigar hadn’t moved.

“Yes.” The overlord finally replied. “I wasn’t aware there was another technique.”

Something was deeply wrong with his voice that Forty-three couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Walk me through it.” Lord Veigar commanded.

“Okay.” Forty-three came up to his side. “First, you’ll want to close your eyes.”

The fiery orbs disappeared from the blanket of shadow.

“Then you’re going to want to picture the thread around you.”

Lord Veigar opened his eyes briefly to toss the pen and paper off to the side. Then he shut them again and slowly raised his hands.

“Trace it in your mind’s eye, my lord.” Forty-three mentioned in response.

He did not lower his hands. “Continue.”

“Find the thread, see where it bunches. Don’t spend too long on the tangles, just follow them through. At the end there should be a needle-”

His Lordship exhaled and a tremble passed through his frame.

“Then you should feel that familiar tug of warmth in your chest.”

Suddenly, golden cracks sprouted in the air around them. From those rained a few shimmery sparks. Lord Veigar’s arms were shaking as if they were holding an intensive spell, and his yellow orbs were only narrow slits. Forty-three took a step back.

There was an audible snap and the golden cracks weaving their way through the air fizzled from existence. A wave of energy hit both of them, causing Lord Veigar to stumble back. His shoulders drooped, his larger gauntlet scraping against the floor. The gust hadn’t done much to Forty-three other than knock his hood down, something that was quickly remedied.

With his smaller hand, Lord Veigar clutched his chest, which was now heaving up and down.

“. . . are you alright, my lord?”

The workshop exploded, at least metaphorically, with movement and rage. Books were knocked off shelves. Tools were thrown about in a whirlwind of purple robes. Lord Veigar then shoved aside the enormous magnifying glass, opened the window, and the sound of stars getting torn from their orbits and slamming violently into the countryside rang out for all to hear. And Forty-three stayed very, very, very still.

Eventually the room joined him in stillness, but any semblance of peace was broken by Lord Veigar’s huffs. He gripped the windowsill, the back of his hat outlined against the bright blue sky.

“Number Forty-three,” his Lordship finally said, “do you find this funny?”

“No, of course not, my lord!”

Another long pause. “If you tell anyone what has transpired today, I will personally burn your fur from your flesh.”

“Understood, my lord.”

Forty-three turned and swiftly made for the door, but his hand hesitated on the handle. An idea had crossed his mind, an old bit of lore from school. Lord Veigar hadn’t technically dismissed him yet. But he also wasn’t the most experienced of his Lordship’s minions, and certainly not the most adept at any kind of magic or anything respectable.

“M-my lord, there is another way, perhaps?”

“What?”

It wasn’t an immediate ‘no’, so Forty-three continued. He still clutched the door handle though. “Multiple yordles make stronger portals. Their powers can combine, so to speak. Perhaps we could try that?”

There was no immediate response. Forty-three dared a glance over his shoulder to see Lord Veigar staring him down. He immediately looked away again and focused on the grooves in the door handle.

“Come back here, Forty-three.”

He let go of the handle and ventured back to the center of the room.

“Open a portal. If your hypothesis is correct, I should be able to attune to it, right?” Lord Veigar asked.

“Yes. And then strengthen it with your own.”

“Yes, strengthen it.” He echoed. “Begin.”

The thread was harder to visualize. The golden cracks that had appeared earlier sullied the thread’s trail in his mind’s eye, but Forty-three was able to trace it back to the needle, this time directly to his left.

“I’ve got it, my lord. See if you can connect with it?”

The needle stayed strong, and if he kept his mind’s eye on it he shouldn’t lose it. This unfortunately meant that he couldn’t open his actual eyes during the process, and as a result, he was caught completely by surprise when some sort of dark energy tried to rip the needle away from him. He grunted and refocused. Something in his very essence began to burn, as if a shard of runic iron had been implanted directly into his soul. The tug of warmth as the portal opened was more like a brand of hot fire stamping into his chest, knocking the wind right out of him.

He opened his eyes and coughed. To his left, a portal did indeed swirl, but its edges were jagged, and a faint wind swirled from it, blowing Lord Veigar’s cloak in the breeze as he sauntered around it, head held high.

“YES!” He cackled. “Oh, if only he could see me now, that insolent fool!”

The temptation to ask who this “he” was was almost unbearable, but the last thing Forty-three wished to do was spoil his Lordship’s newfound good mood. Instead, he simply chimed, “Yes, indeed, my lord!”

Lord Veigar danced around the portal. Approaching its face, he held his enormous gauntlet out. After a brief second he shoved it through. Another laugh escaped him and he waved the submerged gauntlet around, before withdrawing it and closing it with the point of his finger. At that, the burning feeling left Forty-three’s chest.

“Excellent work, my otherwise mediocre lackey! You are now free to go now. I have no further use of you at the moment.”

“Goodbye and good day, my lord.” Forty-three bowed. “I’m grateful to have been of service.”

He stood and trotted to the door.

“Forty-three!”

“Yes?”

“Still don’t tell anyone. This will be our little secret, understand?”

“Of course, my lord. Wouldn’t dream of it.” He gave another bow in his Lordship’s direction before slipping away from the workshop.

Minion Number Forty-three returned to the main floor of the tower to find that the cape-swooshing lesson had ended a little while ago. A little disheartened, he journeyed back to his quarters to get ready for his intended shift today. He stopped briefly by the bathroom and realized he’d left his makeup supplies all over one of the vanities. It didn’t seem to have been disturbed, thankfully. He gathered his things, but before he could turn around, the mirror flashed.

“Hello darling, how’d it go up there?” The Mirror Mage said.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s very rare for one of you lower lackeys to be personally called upon by his Lordship.” The Mirror Mage twirled a bit of her cheek fur in her fingers. “Just exactly what did he have you do?”

Forty-three decided that he liked his own fur just as it was. “Nothing much.”

“Is that so?”

The Maven of Mirrors stared him down. Dutifully, Forty-three said no more.

“Mmm, suppose that’s fair.” She shrugged. “Old secrets like that have no business in the light.”

The Mirror Mage disappeared before Forty-three could ask what she meant.

[metalichotchoco]

Piltovan panic

A large man who stunk of zaun grey towered overhead, almost eclipsing him with his own shadow. His belly shook with mirth as veigar politely demanded him to give back the item he had stolen from one of his subordinates.

Veigar can respect fellow villains but they never seem to respect him despite his multiple threats of bodily harm. Humans are just thickheaded, it’s almost childlike how narrow their view was.

“Give the charm to me now and no one gets vaporized. Last chance baron.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Well he asked for it.. His palm began to collect dark matter that crackled against his gauntlet. Mortals have such short lives but this one won’t even see those last years of his sorry little life. He releases the energy, the long legs tries to run but it’s way way too late, veigar wishes he could see the look on his face but the twin cities get bathed in white.

It turns white for a second, it feels like days for the people nearby. Realistically the mild blast was only a couple minutes but it only left dust in its wake. The polished white and cream buildings with trimmings of gold are now just a tar colored rubble. The ones that didn’t meet that fate have all of their windows shattered, lush trees in the area had their leaves burned and blown away. Veigar can only estimate that the blast had taken out at least two city blocks.

Veigar liked piltover a lot actually, something about the rich getting richer while focusing on unimportant things and backstabbing each other really spoke to him. A real city of villains in everything but name. It helped that it also didn’t stink to high hell.

Veigar looked down at the man he was actually aiming for. The bright fluffy clothes he wore were barely there, his body was just a dark splatter on the floor. Veigar looked around to see he had also caught some of his fellows in the crossfire. It was probably the reason the man was more than confident but that was no matter now, he leaned down and brushed the ash off of the charm. Only mildly damaged by the magic blast from what his eye sockets could tell. He breathes a sigh of relief, at least the trip won’t be entirely useless.

As he made sure the damn thing still functioned, the sound of many feet on pavement was picked up by his keen ears, the city may be mostly empty but people did live in it so it wasn’t too much of a concern, at least until he heard a very clear “ahem”

Veigar slowly turned to face the mortal who cleared their throat.

It was almost all of piltover’s wardens. All suited up in their signature blue and armed to the teeth. They must’ve been sent to investigate the large explosion that came from here.It was a bit exciting.

Veigar could clearly see them scanning the area to figure out what transpired here. As the only living being in about 2 blocks, of course they start to interrogate the diminutive figure. A man in high boots spoke first

“ You, creature. What happened here? And don’t play dumb we know horrible things like you can talk.”

Veigar rolled his eyes though it was hard to tell he was on the account of no pupils.Though the horrible comment threatened to put a smile on his face despite the gal to speak to a lord like that.

“Well officer…” Veigar stifled a laugh knowing what this group was actually known for “ I killed this pathetic mortal after he did not relinquish property that belongs to me.”

He tried to sound as imposing and confident as he could, as he should.He could hear whispering among some of the officers in the back. Maybe they were planning on how to take down a villain of his caliber!

His hopes soon fell as a tall woman came up to him with a smile and bent down, maybe trying to appease him.

“You know we really appreciate what you’ve done. That baron has evaded us for months on end but please turn to us instead. Vigilantism is absolutely wonderful to see and it certainly is faster but it tends to cause more damage than what citizens would like. So… thank you, we won’t jail you but please don’t do that again without calling us.”

The woman did not know the consequences of her words. It was very easy for veigar to go along with mortal’s whims, so long as they placated him with the respect he craves and tried only a bit to sell it as evil, he tended to help. But this?? A vigilante?A vigilante?! The indigence!!

Veigar’s anger manifested into the sky, turning the blue summer sky to a slowly reddening, darkening cover with a rotation of the heavens itself.He will show these mortals that he was a villain to be feared! (And at least jailed come on)

He enjoyed watching the officers curious but happy dispositions turn afraid as his power made itself known.He aimed a star close to some stragglers in the back and pulled it down to runeterra.

“I am not your ally. I am Lord Veigar and you will tremble beneath me, wether you are ash or not.” His voice echoed and boomed to the very confused and scared wardens.

Suddenly a shot rang out after the meteor hit another piltovean building. A sniper rifle for sure, not too far from his head no less.. he could even hear the hushed whisper of “too high”

It went right through his new hat and that comment didn’t help either but as soon as the meteor hit the wardens gave chase, hoping to stop this strange but powerful fae with pure force. And so the chase began..

Veigar started to run through the streets, he may be an incredibly incredibly powerful mage, his fuzzy face isn’t entirely punch proof. His little legs don’t win him much ground but yordles are much faster than humans on average.

The wardens know this newborn city more than he does, plus they have the numbers too. They probably plan to corner him and detain him but he’s not going to some backwater little cell without a fight and a few casualties.

The bullets that fired only really hit his gauntlet which was the most armored item on him technically but the fire also gave him new passages to escape through. He slips behind an alley to catch his breath. He frantically tries to contact one of his lackeys but the call doesn’t pick up.. you can’t find good help these days. The noise from casting alerted one warden and the pursuit began again.

The clicking of his heels rang on the gutters as he ran towards the outskirts of town as soon as he could. He blasted open a window that was in front of him to get inside a house, he rolled onto a wooden table and stayed low as he maneuvered through what must be a small dinning room. Apparently people actually lived here and freaked out at the fuzzy creature who broke into their house, but he needed to keep moving, lest he become yordle Swiss cheese. He picked up a metal chair and using a bit of magic whipped into another window and broke it. He clambered up the cabinets as gracefully as he could while being shot at and dived through.

A large brimmed hat, a cape, a long dress and heels aren’t ideal for running from police but it sure made the erratic but calculated movements look cool as hell. Like a regular villainous zoro. Plus they had their uses too, heels made it way easier to grind on guard rails, polls and cables that he had to parkour through. The cape helped slow his fall but also help him change directions quicker and the hat helped obscure where his head was, crucial when a sniper rifle is trying to point at your brains.

Cities like this where such new things for veigar, the advent of technology of this caliber made him feel old. Right now he’s certainly getting a very extensive tour, from boutiques to residential areas to trade schools, he certainly soaked up the place much more than he wanted to. He broke down a door and it led to a steep incline, he pinned the door down to the wall and surfed it down as he evaded the fire exits and building features like ridges.

It was all a bumpy ride but this type of fight really made him feel alive. He wasn’t in much danger at all besides some pride being hurt and a magic item being confiscated or destroyed but if the wardens thought he was weaker than he was, it only lended him more favors down the line when he eventually conquers this urban jungle along with the rest of Runeterra.

He can smell the salt on the breeze, it’s so easy to forget that Piltover is a port town but he starts feeling better since he’s closer to nature itself. Waves crashing meld with the sound of bullets, it’s wonderful.

A lighthouse hill is close by, veigar has an idea on how to get these bogeys off his (hypothetical) tail for good or at least until he needs to stop by piltover again.

He rushes up to the marble-sandstone base, the slanted design makes it easy to climb onto its rectangular pad. He gets to the edge which is a cliff with a couple businesses down below carved into the mountain. He has to take a breath as his hunters close in one him. They stand, triumphant that very little blood has shed and that their victory is assured. Once the blue coats are within detainment range, veigar quickly casts a dark pulse of energy that targets not the wardens at all, but the lighthouse itself. Using the distraction, veigar jumps and slides down the cliff, pieces of lighthouse debris rains down as he switches feet to keep balance and falls right into a roofless vehicle.

The lighthouse and cliff explode in a fire rain of purple fire, veigar’s magic combining with the vast amount of fuel contained within.

“ Floor it” Veigar commands

His green coated lacky, Vernon nods and without a word puts on the gas, tilting his pink hat downward to ward away the sun.

Veigar mirrors the action, brushes himself off and relaxes in the leather seats before his white haired lacky pops up above his seat to take a look at his boss, fully swerved around to make sure he’s ok.

“Abel sit down, your going to get your fluffy head blown off like that.. plus it’s just dangerous.” Vernon warns

“I’ll sit down in a second! I wanna see how the boss is holding up. I don’t know how this thingy works you know?”

The ex demacian Abel’s hair flew backwards at the speed they where traveling, the clouds attached to them billowed as the force of the explosion caught up to them.

“Whatcha got there d- boss?”

Veigar smirked as he held up the unscathed hextech charm with his slightly worn gauntlet

“What the mission was all for, my air-headed lackey!”

With a bit more worried goading from ex noxian Vernon, Abel eventually sat correctly and they all road the long journey into valoran towards the castle. Veigar’s had enough of piltover, at least for this week…

[sphelon8565]

Greetings Folks!

05/25/2020

This will be the first time I’ll be posting individual sketches for the sake of big activity here on tumblr...been missing alot of time lately so here goes...

also for those who missed my character sketch activities here in the previous months here’s a link list to catch up on the things I do:

Battle Rehime 001

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Here’s another Important NPC I had to include in the early drafts of the BR series I’m making, oh why it’s the famous character who died in FFVII. Aerith!

So whats her new role here in Battle Rehime? The original plan I have on her and the rest of the FFVII cast was that these guys were recruited and rescued by the heroes of the lore...in this particular case: Bright Noa and his crew remaining crew*after Amuro Ray was dispatch from the war, Captain America, Wonder Woman and a few members of the Justice League of America and S.H.I.E.L.D. after the famous escape from the Shinra HQ incident and President Shinra’s death.

   In order for these guys to get themselves into safety from the Shinra Corps for now after getting chased by them from the Shinra HQ incident, they were drafted into the A.E.U.G. and oh good news** Biggs, Wedge and Jessie manage to survived the Sector 7 incident thanks to some additional shunigan rescue by some unknown party members**to be expanded soon

 Cloud Strife and Tifa were drafted into the S.H.I.E.L.D as part of Captain America and Wonder Woman’s team,**though Tifa works with Tony Stark after in the moment after 3 or 4 short missions. Barret, Aerith and Red 13 were recruited under Captain Tresdin (DOTA 2) and Captain Eiphar Synapse in order to perform missions in the nearby regions of Illyria (Guilty Gear Continent which is also known as Europe!!**we’ll expand what’s going on soon)

Now back to Aerith’s role in the fanfiction story, here she’s helping out Lulu  (a playable League of Legends character here in chapter 11,) and her family of Yordles and Smallkeens alike, assisting her journeys alongside with an injured Jessie and fighting enemies from the likes of  Annie, Tidehunter (Dota 2), some released BIO Weapon Tyrants from the Resident Evil Franchise, and a few important bestiaries **(to be expand soon) and reason why she’s on this kind of mission was to restore any natural habitats that were damaged/destroyed from any atrocities dealt by most antagonists in the lore*like BIO Weapons antagonist Albert Wesker, The Noxian Empire and a few enemies from the Guilty Gear fanchise.

Other than that, she’ll soon befriends the Alchemist, to whom and which are Lulu’s friends in the village around along side: Tristanna, Kardle, Clockwerk and Teemo.

QUOTES:

“OH~Don’t fight here! You’re ruining the flowers I made for them!!” said when fighting against the Tide Hunder.

The rest of the story shall be expanded soon folks....!

now onto the next character

[doomtrainandtonberries]

Fanfiction - League Of Legends

Fanfiction – League Of Legends

The yordle bombardier met an odd pairing in the eye of the void, Vel’koz. One was doing it for just a laugh on the other champs while the other was charting notes for supposed mental profiles. It didn’t take long for the full roster of champions to see the two together and wonder what was coming. From getting Vladimir drunk with Gragas’s donated brew to watching Lux’s and Miss Fortune’s clothes…

[king-sil44]

Ended up finally watching Arcane.

Ow 😀

Now I’m coping until Saturday by shipping gay little yordles.

I blame @antleredoctopus on here who makes lovely fanart of a crack ship.

Ship that ain’t canon so good I’m writing fanfiction for it👍