Ginevra Mancinelli

Being a champion of the League of Legends of the Institute of War had many perks. To every average person in Valoran, a champion of the League was not only a respected individual with either notable strength, skills or wits, but also the representative of their city-state of origin, a refined diplomat, and a hero to look up to. Thankfully for Talon, he was none of the above. There was no bright side when you were asked or ordered to join the League. First, a lot of bureaucracy was involved. Your government put you through a selection that required passing …Read More…

The red and yellow dots of the children’s raincoats and backpacks mixed with the fog that clouded Valoran City Park, clashing with the trumpets and cellos of some track that teenagers played as they wasted their time chatting loudly on the ruined bench at the entrance. The males tapped their feet to the catchy tempo of the swing music while the girls pretended to fix their short hair under hats larger than their figures. The bus that connected the city center to the university campus came to a halt, the tailpipe coughing out black smoke. A rather tall, black-haired freshman …Read More…

Conditioning. Conditioning was the most important prerequisite to what he was about to do, and even as he got off the Piltoveran train, Garen wasn’t one-hundred percent sure he had enough. His cobalt eyes glanced around, scanning the many unknown faces of passengers and the relatives that accompanied them. The last thing he needed was someone who would recognize him, although he highly doubted that was possible. Noxus Prime was the heart of the Noxian district and it was on the opposite side of Valoran City. The capital was so massive that he had left the Demacian district with sunlight …Read More…

The dried petals of the ruby rose littered the desk where the flower hung low from the dusty vase it was placed in. It was a very small detail, one that had gone unseen by most of the soldiers who stood waiting in the plain, white room on the third floor of the building, but Riven had noticed it. The four walls were bare, and a flickering, dim techmaturgical light emanated from the center of the ceiling, trapped within an oval container. Not a single window was open, and with at least a hundred other soldiers whispering and pacing around …Read More…

The sight of the polished plank, the sound of chains being dragged across the wooden platform, the swinging of the bells inside the temple – She was pushed forward, the bright, blazing sun scorching her tanned skin and blinding her eyes. She fell to her knees, and the scars hidden under the bandages that covered her chest felt itchy. The manacles on her wrists were so heavy that she found herself curling against the floor. She hadn’t eaten for days, and her weakened body was soon dragged to the center of the platform, where a refined guillotine made of iron …Read More…

The sunrays that grazed the cupola of the Citadel of Dawn were faint and thin, and only signaled the early hours of the morning. The Temple of the Lightbringers burst to life with the deafening sounds of its swinging bells. They rang once, twice, and even more, until they reached past the point of indicating the time. Demacia City remained silent and dormant, but in the left wing of the royal palace, Jarvan III was intently staring at the deep blue sky jagged by orange hues. The young prince sat on his bed, his upper body completely bare and his …Read More…

The sand seemed to move beneath her feet as she threw her leg over the edge of the boat and touched the ground for the first time in nearly a month. The ship captain who was quick to tie the boat to one of the wooden poles of the docks laughed at the woman who had been in such a hurry to leave his ship. She was clad in loose clothes that seemed to be made of Yordle furs, and her long, auburn hair was neatly tucked inside her hood. She waddled away, but not before tossing a small bag …Read More…

Wooden boxes littered the floor, filled with contents that used to be stored in the Vault of the Institute of War. Most of them were artifacts used on the Fields of Justice of the League, studied and sometimes even crafted by the Arcanum Majoris. Their place wasn’t the top floor of the Institute, but since the entire structure and everyone who served the purpose of the Institute were being investigated on, the empty meeting room was the only place where the items could be safely depositated. A lonely candle burned in the middle of the round table, and Ryze found …Read More…

The top floor of the memorial was built inside the right shoulder of the statue. It was entirely dark, not a single window had been carved into the stone to let the light in. Sion’s Memorial had been left incomplete after Boram Darkwill’s orders. Not a single floor was furnished, and the stairs either led nowhere or to walls that were so frail they could crumble at any moment. Entering the memorial was similar to penetrating a cave; moist, humid air clung to any visitor’s skin and the stench of mold was sickening. General Darius paced around the coffin set …Read More…

The lifeless body hung from the arch, the wrists held together by a knotted rope. Skin clung to bones, as if the corpse was several months old, but the way the face and throat was swollen was a clear indication of the brutal poison that had taken away the man’s life. All around them, the crowd cheered and screamed that justice had been made, but LeBlanc’s wide brown eyes focused on the Grand General who waved his hands at the people. She saw Katarina Du Couteau faint in the arms of her father’s ward, only to be tossed to the …Read More…